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Title: MLP:FiM: Chapture 6: Though The Looking Glass by Ral-Rak Tags: MLP, My Little Pony, No-Yiff, Story Progression, Story Series, Violence (Not In Yiff), ponies "Zecora! Wake up!" shouted Twilight as Zecora laid unconscious "Please wake up!". Spike puffed fire at the wall of the shield surrounding them, mostly only getting laughs and taunts from the other side. "Can you teleport her out of here?" he asked. "No. I only did that once and I was too tired to even move after that. Even if I did, I would have to leave one of you behind with them and that's without the shield." explained Twilight, moving Zecora into a more comfortable position. She turned her head towards the moon, thinking she heard something, then back to Zecora, looking at the new bump on her head. "Can they get through the shield?" asked Spike. "No. Not for a while. It's mostly the same spell that my brother uses to protect Canterlot." answered Twilight. Spike sat down facing away from Zecora. "I wish I brought a pen a paper or something. I could ask send it for help.". Twilight frowned and sat down in between Spike and Zecora. "Now, now, Twilight. Cheer up. We're going to have so much fun." said Scourge, grinning. "You're not going to win this!" snapped Twilight. "Yeah! Our friends are already on their way. You'll see." said Spike, snapping back. "What friends? Washington?" Scourge said with arrogance. "I was merely holding back. I won't make that same mistake again.". "You're forgetting that Wash was also holding back. Now watch what you say, you ignorant hack." said Zecora, waking from her slumber. "Zecora!" said Twilight, crawling over to her. Spike turned around and rushed to her side as well. "I'm fine you two. Now tell me, any idea of what we should do?" said Zecora, standing and dusting herself off. "We wait for help." said Twilight, sitting down in a more comfortable position. The others nodded and sat down, waiting. Washington and Terrance stopped in mid gallop. Rainbow Dash, Pinky Pie, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Applejack all came to a halt, almost crashing into each other. "Silencing the howl please." Washington asked, looking at Terrence. Terrence gave a muddle howl. "Okay. Here's the plan. We sneak up and surround them, wolves too, then we all charge at once and either fight or make whatever is attacking Twilight run away. Any questions?" said Washington, patting Terrence on the head. "I got one!" said Rainbow Dash, thrusting a hoof into Washington's chest. Applejack face-hoofed saying "Here we go again.". "Who put you in charge? And why should we trust you anyway? Twilight and Zecora didn't. You said so yourself!" said Rainbow Dash. "Okay... I don't know what brought that up but okay. You lead." said Washington. "I...What?" asked Rainbow Dash, confused. Yes. Me and the wolves will follow your every order." Washington said as he bowed down to Rainbow Dash, then saying "Leader. You're the leader now, Leader." said Washington, smirking. "Would you two cut it out? You're acting like two fouls." said Rarity. Washington sighed and said "I'm sorry. But when someone gets mad at ya for being concerned, one tends to get offended and defensive. Ms. Dash, If you truly wish to lead, then by all means, lead.". Rainbow Dash groaned and said "I'm sorry too. Your plan is a good plan...I guess.". "See? Now that wasn't too hard now, was it?" asked Rarity. The group walked quietly for another ten minutes before stumbling upon the Diamond Dogs surrounding Twilight, Spike, and Zecora in a shallow crater . "What the hey?" Washington mumbled as his blood boiled. "What are they doing here?" asked Pinky Pie angrily, half expecting a response. Applejack took off her hat and brushed her hair back and started to ask "What are we going to..." "SCOURGE!" screamed Washington, pointing though Twilight's shield to almost the exact opposite side. Scourge perked his head up and looked around for the source of the voice. "Washington? Where are ya? Are you going to cower now that I'm using my army?". Washington charged down the hill, straight to the wall of Diamond Dogs surrounding the shield. Applejack yelled for him to stop but it was too late. As soon as he charged, the wolves followed suit and rushed in from all around the crater. She saw it was too late to stop Washington, so she ran with the others behind him. Washington plowed through the few Diamond Dogs that stood between him and the shield, then plowing through the shield itself the same way a needle being dropped into a pond, point first. No ripples in the shield, nor sounds were emitted. Zecora was the only one to really notice this as Washington charged passed them, straight through to the other side of the shield, and exited the same way as he entered and carried Scourge as a bull would charging, straight up the hill into a tree then punching him in the face several times before lifting him up above him and bucking up back down the hill. "Wash!" shouted Twilight as she witnessed his rage. "Twilight! shouted Rarity and Fluttershy, as the others watched their backs. Twilight turned and opened a small hole in the shield, to which they all passed through. "Did Washington just pass through the shield without even trying?" asked Spike, not taking his eyes off of Washington and Scourge. Washington became almost relentless against Scourge as he unleashed his rage. He picked him up by the throat and was about to punch when Washington was hit with a small crossbow bolt in the shoulder. He looked at the bolt then as the direction it came, seeing a small Diamond Dog with a crossbow stare at him back. Washington tossed Scourge's semi-conscious body down and quickly walked to the direction of the dog. The Diamond Dog panicky tried to reload his crossbow but when he looked back up, Washington knocked the crossbow out of his hands and bucked him into Twilight's shield. "What is he doing? I've never seen him in such a rage." asked Rarity, appalled as his actions. "Washington! Stop!" begged Applejack as she raced to the shield to where Washington was on the other side. Washington looked at her, and stopped recognizing her fright. He looked back Scourge, lying half conscious, trying to move away from him with only the use of his arms. He took a deep breath. He screamed "CEASE FIGHTING" and waiting for the fighting to die down. "Wolves, to the top of the hills! Diamond Dogs, where I'm standing! NOW!" he screamed, then picking up Scourge's body and propping him on the hill. The wolves ran up to the top while the Diamond Dog's reluctantly limped to Washington. "What is going on here?" shouted a voice from the sky. Everyone looked up and watched a large chariot land with 4 Pegasus's flying it and 6 earth ponies and unicorns step from it. "Set up a defense around the elementals and Do Not let any of the wolves or those dog's even make a move.!" said a white, unicorn, stallion with a mark of a shield with sparks on and around it. "Armor!" squealed Twilight, running towards him. Washington looked around and saw his wolves were getting anxious. "Wolves! Stand Down! Terrance, Leo, Franklin, Maximilian, and Seth, on me! There is no need for alarm. We have already won. We don't need more.". "Who are you?" shouted Shining Armor. Marching over to Washington with another unicorn in armor and Twilight. "I'm Washington Apple. I lead these wolves." said Washington. "Shining, this is Washington. My friends, along with him and his wolves saved us. We were traveling back from my friend's Zecora's place when we were attacked by Scourge and the Diamond Dogs." said Twilight. Shining Armor gave a slightly shocked look at Twilight before sticking his hoof out "I suppose I owe you a thanks for being one of the many that saved my sister.". Washington shook Shining Armor's hoof and replied "I owed your sister a great debt myself. She helped me saved one of my wolves yesterday when Scourge and his men, kidnapped her. She's fine now. If it wasn't for Twilight, Zecora and the rest our friends here, I fear it could have been worse. Speaking of Scourge, it looks as he is waking.". He pointed at Scourge, now conscious but too injured to move or run away. "Twili, care to confirm this?" asked Shining Armor. "It's true. He is... WASH!" shrieked Twilight. Washington fell onto the ground. Applejack was the first to rush over and grab him with the others close behind. "Wash! What's wrong?" Applejack asked as Twilight and Shining Armor stopped their magic. "My arm...I haven't felt a pain like this since a rattler bit me." said Washington in agony. Zecora opened his armor and immediately started to check his arm for snake wounds other than the arrow sticking out of it. "I'm starting to numb in the hoof..is there a snake about? Don't get bit!" he continued, now with beads of sweat forming on him. "Besides the arrow, there is no bite. I don't know what causes your pain to incite." said Zecora, now trying to patch up the arrow wound. "Stay with us Wash! Don't leave again!" begged Applejack, hugging Washington tightly. "I...The.. The arrow..It's poison! Get.. It out now!" said Washington, then suddenly twisting his head to grab the arrow by his teeth and pull it out. "The short one! He shot me." he then said, trying to point to the group of Diamond Dogs with his eyes losing focus and his throat closing. "COME ON OUT!" demanded Shining Armor, stepping to the Diamond Dogs. A short Diamond Dog stepped to the front with his hands above his head and his crossbow hanging off his side, next to a spyglass. Shining Armor marched up to him and said "Tell me what poison you used and I'll let you same the same fate as your friends instead of your leader.". "I didn't poisoned the arrow." said the small Diamond Dog, shocked and worried. "BULL PLOP! Tell me now or I will..."Shining Armor thought for a second before using his magic to grab an arrow from the Diamond Dog's quiver and position it to strike. "I will make you share the same fate as my friend there.". "I..I didn't! I swear! Scourge made us fight! He said he would enslave my family if I didn't fight! Please sir, I have a family!" begged the Diamond Dog. "I think he's telling the truth." said Twilight. "Scourge has been collecting conscripts, even trying for newborn wolf cubs." she then said, putting a hoof on the arrow Shining Armor was holding and lowering it manually. "Ar...arrow is.....poison..." Washington managed to gasp out though the pain. Twilight checked the arrow that Shining Armor had. "There's nothing on it. It's just wood.". "Wood...is...poison..."said Washington in a loud whisper, getting weaker. "Twilight! Please hurry or do something! I can't let Washington go again!" Applejack pleaded. She turn back to Washington and said "Wash! Just keep breathing.". "The wood? Oooohhhhh! I know what he means now." said Pinky Pie, picking up the arrow that laid besides Washington. "What is it?" ask Twilight rushing over. "The wood of the arrow is from a poisonous tree. Pine I think." said Pinky Pie, examining the arrow closely now. "The Pine trees here do not cause demise. Rest, some medicine and quiet is what I'd advise." said Zecora, standing next to Pinky Pie examining the arrow. Applejack hugged Washington with tears running down her face. "It appears that Washington needs another favor Miss. Dash. Please get an orange bottle out of my stash." asked Zecora. "On it!" said Rainbow Dash, taking off with no hesitation. "Hmm.... Hardtack! Secure that Diamond Dog on that hill." ordered Shining Armor. "Yes sir!" replied Hardtack. "Boone, Blooper. Status on the behavior." Shining Armor then ordered. Fluttershy sat next the wolves and calmed them down. Applejack and Zecora took care of Washington until Rainbow Dash came back. Rainbow Dash came back minutes later with several potions. "You had several different bottles. I didn't know which one to take." said Rainbow Dash laying out several bottles. "They all would have been fine. Now, lets see if we can't get pain off his mind." said Zecora. She opened the bottle and poured a little of the potion on Washington's wound, then giving the rest to for him to drink. After Washington swallowed the last drop, he took a deep breath and sat up, saying "Thank you.". He moved and flexed his arm and found it to be still sore. "So. What happens now? Scourge goes to jail and then what?" he then asked, still inspecting the wound. Everyone looked at each other wondering what will be the next step. "Well, the Diamond Dogs will pay for their crimes." said Shining Armor. "Wait. You're going to punish us all? We were just following orders! We didn't have any choice!" said the short Diamond Dog with the crossbow. "They have our families. Scourge and his cronies took them and said if we didn't do what he said... well.." said another Diamond Dog with a look of sorrow and shame. The ponies stared at each other, trying to figure out what to do. "Will you ally with us?" asked Washington, standing now but in pain. "What?" asked the Diamond Dogs and Ponies simultaneously. "If the wolves and I take out the rest of Scourge's men, would you and the rest of the Diamond Dogs ally themselves with the Equestrian Empire and my wolves?" explained Washington. "Wait a second! You can't just offer an alliance with the Equestrian Kingdom! You're not a representative!" objective Shining Armor. "And hope this fighting is just a jest. You do really need to rest." added Zecora. Washington looked Shining Armor and Zecora and then sighed. "Okay. Fine. Diamond Dogs! The offer has changed to if the wolves and I help you, will you ally with us and leave open relations with the Equestrian Kingdom to be further developed?". Shining Armor sighed heavily as the Diamond Dogs huddled in a group. They broke up the huddle saying "We as a group, accept you offer Washington! We want to fight with you when you go down there as well, if you allow us.". "I accept your help to fight along with me. Will there be any others to join us?" said Washington, turning around and found all the wolves howling. "Wash! Think about this. Your injured and now about to befriend the same monsters who kidnapped Sasha and Rarity and just tried to hurt Twilight, Zecora, and Spike. I don't even think you're even sane right now." said Applejack, very concerned. Zecora and Shining Armor moved beside her. "I can bind the wound. The pain is already subsided substantially and I will be taking a more leading role in this...Okay I will be fighting a little." said Washington, slightly sheepishly. Applejack gave him her evil eye until Washington said "I don't want the wolves hurt. I rather injure myself even more than see others injured.". "Well... I guess I can cover for you but..." said Applejack, sheepishly. "...I'm not a good liar. What will I say when everyone comes back tomorrow?" Washington pondered for a minute before saying "I would say that local residents of a nearby village needed help and I volunteered or something like that.". Applejack still looked displeased after he said that. "Applejack, I will come back. I'll be careful about myself and other. I promise." he then sincerely said. Applejack smiled back and said "Boy, for someone who doesn't lie, you can sure make up a good story quickly. Good luck, stay safe and give those cronies of Scourge a whopping." Washington smiled and replied "Will do.". He started to walk off before turning back and heading to Scourge. The guards stood at attention and stopped him from getting any closer to him. "Why? Why do it in the first place?" ask Washington, with sincerity and disgusted. Scourge looked up and said "Why Washington, if I didn't enslave them, I would have to kill them. That would have made me quite lonely.". "Funny. I thought you were one of the more disgusting minds I have had the displeasure to meet. Turns out, you're just weak." replied Washington. "Weak? I enslaved a whole race!" Scourge snapped back. "I trained an army." Washington replied. "I took that army's leader." Scourge cockily said. "And a stallion with one arm took her back." said Washington back, just as cocky. "And how did that pony loose his arm?" asked Scourge. "I sacrificed it, something you know nothing about." said Washington, turning to leave. "I know more about sacrifice that you will ever know!" said Scourge. "Good." said Washington coldly. He then waved his hoof and said "Wolves! Diamond Dogs! Move out!". They started walking before Washington said "If you have any more arrows or bolts, whatever you may call them, please dump them now. If you don't have any other way to fight then try to help the other escape. There will be no killing. We will take prisoners. If you know anything else or have any questions, speak up." "What will happen to the prisoners?" asked one Diamond Dog. "I would prefer you held a trial and judged them accordingly. But your kind, your rules." replied Washington. "What if they use our families as hostages." asked the Diamond Dog who shot Washington. "Tell them that Scourge is dead. That there is no more point to keep fighting for such and that taking hostages won't help them any and will only hurt. Also what is your name? I can't keep calling you "Guy who shot me."" replied Washington. "My name is Wort." said the short Diamond Dog. "Were you the one spying on us yesterday? I saw a glint of light and you're the only one with a spyglass here." said Washington. "Yes. I was the one ordered to watch on you yesterday. Though I didn't get to see the fight that happened." said Wort, with slight disappointment. "Well let me give you a tip. Those trees you were hiding by were Ponderosas pine trees. They are toxic. Don't use 'em for bolts or arrows. Use a maple tree's wood. Much more durable. Much more straight grain out of the wood." said Washington. The group marched until they reached the den. "Okay, though the front entrance." said Washington, adjusting his armor. Most of the Diamond Dogs looked at each other in confusion until Wort asked "Won't they hear us coming?". Washington turned and said "Yes. That's the point. We let them know we're here and we will win. Any questions?". The Diamond Dogs were silent. "Very well. Diamond Dogs first, then me, then the wolves. If they see you first, they won't think anything of it.". "O..Okay." said Wort. "Dogs, we're taking our home back. We're taking our families back. And we're are taking our dignity back. You heard what Washington said. No killing unless we absolutely have to. Those men who still follow Scourge have lives and families also. They are in the same situation also. Dogs! Let's march!".

FSE

(F tf Gargoyle) Denice sighed as she stepped inside the ancient church. Once a place of reverence to one of the Eternal Ones; it is now barely standing. The beautifully carved stone pillars and statues around the building still stand proud, but the wooden portions that knit it all together is completely falling away in some places. Denice practically growls in frustration on looking at some graffiti some kids spray-painted onto the base of one of the stone pillars in the main hall. The church is on the outskirts of the town, so the town guard do not watch over this place. Little brats can break in here and defile its halls all they like with no one to stop them. This was to be a place of worship, not some kid's afterschool hangout! Most of the common folk stopped coming here when the Eternal One that it was dedicated to was killed by another. Only the well versed continued to come here knowing that the Eternal Ones are.... well, eternal. They were all originally a single God that shattered itself into a million pieces to explore the universe it ruled over. These fragments were no stronger than the average person and so they died of illness, peril, or simply old age. But every time one of them dies; all of the remaining ones become more powerful. When all but one has been killed, the last Eternal One standing becomes the true God once again. Knowing this- many of the Eternal Ones have turned on one another. By killing their fellows, they gain more power. The Eternal One this church worshipped is long dead now- but he was but a fragment of a whole. He isn't gone- he has transmuted to a form closer to its true self. So Denice still comes here to pray, and to attempt to maintain the place, but she can only do so much. There is no hearth to warm the ancient halls, and the old stones of its framework seem to drink in the cold. Denice wanders its halls wrapped in a large, thick brown leather hooded cloak. The hem and inner layer is a silky smooth cyan fabric that makes it quite comfortable to wear around herself. Her raven hair is bound into a braid on either side of her head that loop over her ears and unite into a single braid in the back. If she lets it down; her hair reaches the small of her back. Her bust is a mere jiggly B cup- just enough that you can see the faint shadow of them through her top. Her eyes are bright and a striking ice-blue, like the eyes of a husky or wolf. Tonight, Denice plans to stay an entire day in the church in an attempt to catch the children in the act and drive them from this place. There are red and orange leaves at the corners of the halls- having fallen through holes in the roof over the years, they have built up quite a bit in some places. She can see the silver clouds in the sky, following pillars of light up to the holes. The sconces in the building long ago ran out of material to burn, so some places are very dark all of the time, for this reason she carries with her a torch. Just a bat of wood wrapped in cloth dipped in pine resin and lit aflame. Simple, but effective. It is autumn now and the trees in the area have half of their leaves still with them at most, and some trees are entirely naked. Denice is made a bit paranoid of the sounds. There are so many loose leaves rustling around that sometimes it sounds like someone walking through them, when it is merely the wind. The dry leaves put a pleasant smell in the air though, and that helps calm her somewhat. When finally the teenagers arrived, Denice sprang into action! She tried to scare them in her sudden appearance, and then use a commanding tone to scare them off. She utterly failed on both accounts. Denice forgot to factor in the 'I'm invincible' mindset many teenagers have, and the fact that her voice is quite feminine and higher of pitch... not at all intimidating. Not only that, but in spite of being almost ten years older than all of them; they are all as tall as she is, and one of them even taller than her. She is a rather petite woman, which again- doesn't help her intimidate anyone. Not only did she not scare them off- they threw rocks at her and drove her to take shelter deeper into the building before they decided to leave simply from annoyance of her efforts. They would definitely be back again in spite of her efforts. Denice rubbed her head, then looked at her hand and seen the blood smeared across her palm. "Wow, those little bastards are animals. Never mind respecting the church of Hul'aru; they wouldn't even care to respect the true God, Theo." Particularly disrespectful because Hul'aru was not arbitrarily chosen as worship here- till his death; he was the founder and mayor of their town for over a hundred years. Oh, but now that is power does not loom intimidatingly over them- they are quick to mock him. Denice grew up close to the church and always came here as a child in the shadow of a devout father. The church has been in disrepair for longer than Denice has lived, but this place holds many special memories for her, even aside from its divine purposes. Denice wandered back into the main hall and up onto the main podium to stand before the weathered statue of Hul'aru. She placed a hand on its shoulder. "I am sorry, Eternal One. I wish I could watch over this place all of the time, and drive off those vermin. AAh!" She quickly pulls her hand away, feeling a heat bordering a burn. Denice looked between the statue and her hand and realized only now that she neglected to rub the blood off. On making contact with the statue, her blood heated to nearly boiling for a moment. Her hear beat became erratic- beating several times off-rhythm. She felt a sudden urge to stand her ground- an unnatural and sudden boost of confidence. Denice felt an odd pressure in her bones, causing her body to lock up somewhat, so she fell forward a bit and caught herself on the lectern at the front of the main chamber, just across from the statue built into the back wall. Outside it started to rain- though because of how many holes the roof had; it was raining INSIDE a bit too. Denice looked puzzled at her hands as she felt a pinching feeling in her fingertips and the skin under her fingernails quickly turned an irritated red. She felt something pushing through her skin and seen a pale stripe under her fingernails sliding forward! The tip of a claw exposed itself beyond the edge of all her fingernails before the nail started to dislodge itself from her fingers and the claws grew! The claws pushed the skin down further, partially eclipsing the tip of each digit. Denice cried out from the sharp pain as the claws grew out full and completely replaced her nails, which fell away! Like a cat's talons; these claws are an extension of the bone in her digits themselves, making them very sturdy. They extended about an inch and a half and are only slightly curved, but still have very sharp points. "W...what-? Uh-o-oh, no..." Her body wobbled in place as she felt the pressure in her bones surge up from her fingertips, into, and through her body. It faded slowly at the base of her spine, but when it touched her feet it did not go away at all, it only grew in strength! She pushed herself back from the lectern in a bit of a panic to scramble and get her shoes off, feeling the same thing now in her toes as she did her fingers- but her shoes did not have room for such claws. Denice collapsed onto all fours as her ankles shoved back abruptly on their own, yanking free of her shoes! When she fell onto all fours her ankles raised... but then continued to raise. The bones in her feet are lengthening drastically, putting her toes and ankles very far apart from each other. The bones were not fusing though- she was not becoming unguligrade, she is turning digitigrade. The end of her feet seemed to want to splay out- so her efforts to remove her shoes quickly became no less motivated for having half her foot escape them on their own. Once freed, she seen the claws overtaking her toes, but also her toes themselves changing! They became much longer and fanned out to spread out. Fat deposits bubbled up on the base of each toe created a soft pad to walk on. Denice had to grab the base of the lectern and climb it to lift herself up again because her legs were still bulking up, causing her to become more and more unbalanced. Her legs were twice, and then three times as long as her arms are! The extended feet gave her a foot and a half of extra height alone, but the rest of her legs also grew slightly longer too! Her thigh muscles hardened, trapped in an involuntary flex as they swelled larger and larger. This increased the size of her butt too, by association. Her thighs became quite robust, but also pretty solid because they did not bulk up with fat but still retained the fat she already had there as a protective layer over the muscle. For a bit it felt like she was walking on stilts- not at all used to having limbs so long. Having her point of view so far off the ground so suddenly was disorienting to say the least. Though her thighs were meaty now, her lower legs remained as narrow as before, making them look quite thin in comparison. Her skin had also changed color, and the coloration seemed to be bleeding through her skin upward. The parts of her leg that altered immediately turned color- but it was spreading to the unchanged parts too slowly. The new skin color is a dark, charcoal grey. Her claws also took this coloration- but fade to translucent at the very tips where the bone gives way to a keratin coating. The changes seemed to pause a moment, giving her time to catch her breath and stagger around on her new feet trying to get used to these legs. "A... a blessing of the Eternal Ones? But... what sort of form is this?" She lifted her left leg and clasped her toes together, flexing them to test them. Her feet were almost like another pair of hands now! Denice's toes are long enough and can divide far enough that she can use them as fingers! Her body seemed to undulate several times as the feeling of growth surged again, seemingly travelling through her body, bouncing between various locations where it lingered long enough to be amplified by the concurrent ripples. She lurched onto the lectern again for support, but the growth pulled her arms further from her, causing her grip to slip and she collapsed into the lectern, her torso resting against it, then on its edge... then on its top. Her entire body is getting bigger... or at least longer! Her arms did not bulk up like her upper legs, but they did grow significantly longer to better match her legs! The ulna bone in her forearm also extended backwards however, overlapping and then completely bypassing her elbow joint! Like a quadruped animal, the bone overlapped the humerus above it- allowing it to be braced together. This makes her arm joints drastically stronger. Unlike quadruped beasts though- her ulna extended even further, creating a slightly hooked cone off her elbow, only encapsulated in a layer of thick skin- she can technically use it as a weapon. She can perforate someone by elbowing them. Now the dark grey skin color had swallowed most of all four limbs. Not having a mirror handy; Denice did not see that areas with higher blood flow were also already turned. Her lips, inner labia, clit, and her nipple and areola are all matte black- even darker than the deep grey. Her midriff exposed itself as her spine became longer and larger- below her clothes the spine segments became more clearly visible through her skin. Denice's face flushed red and she bucked her hips forward in sudden pleasure, practically cradling the lectern between her legs! All the muscles in her lower back and crotch seemed to surge and seethe toward a single point- her tail bone. The existing bones swelled bigger and the final bone swelled longer, then with a dull, muffled pop it broke into two- then the newborn vertebrae also grew long and popped into two! After breaking off, the two segments remained apart only long enough for a cushion of cartilage to form between them and then the process was repeated. Each dull pop tugged the skin longer and the muscles squirmed further out. The growth of the tail shoved her pants down, which would have caused them to fall off entirely- but her enlarged thighs caught them. Denice squirmed in place, grinding her inner thighs together over her radiantly hot vulva- her tail's growth caused a tide of pleasure that ebbed back and forth between its stretching length; and never entirely abated. The growth is far too close to her pussy for it to not be affected. The outer labia turned grey now, and swelled fatter, though because it was only the outer that grew- this better hid her inner labia and clamped her pussy shut. Her pubic hair completely fell out as the grey skin advanced under it, falling off like dust. Her cooing and squirming from the pleasure worked her lowered pants still lower, and once they passed the mid-point of her thighs there was nothing left to hold them up and they fell off completely. When her tail became long enough and she gained enough muscle mobility in it, Denice quickly shoved back from the lectern a bit and looped her tail between her legs, grabbing onto it with both hands and pulling! It felt like a good stretch after sitting down for a long while, or finally getting to scratch an annoying itch, except the feeling did not pass. When she pulled her tail up, the base also squished into her pussy, and her natural lube started to drip around her tail from her red-hot slit. Denice had to keep shifting her grip on the tail as it grew longer and longer- soon she was holding it at chest level, then flopping it over the lectern as it continued to grow past the height of her own body, and still longer than that! "OoOoh-hooo! S-so looong... longer. D-don't s-s-stooah-op! Mmmm~!" The base of the tail actually started to project off her torso at the small of her back- the muscle projecting out before the bone itself, making the tail seem to start higher up than it actually does. The base became as thick around as her meaty thighs and because of how extraordinarily long it is- it gets progressively narrower at a VERY gradual pace. Even with her immensely increased height- Denice's tail did not stop till it was nearly three times the length of her own height! The end ballooned up into a spade shaped tip- the spade is fat in the middle but the edges are quite narrow. The spaded end has a higher keratin concentration, making it much harder than her flesh- if she whips her tail hard enough she can cut or spear someone on the tip. Even after it finished growing and the automatic pleasure ended, Denice whipped it around herself, wagging its entire length. The newborn skin and muscle in it was not desensitized to the world yet and is very sensitive- the tail just feels good to have. Moving the base around enough also tugs on her anus too- if she pulls it up as far as she can it stretches her lil butthole. She blushed as a thought occurred to her... the spade tip is vaguely phallic.... her tail is more than long enough to penetrate herself with it. She did feel odd twitches of muscle in her lower back though that she still could not identify. When she moved her tail around occasionally she would feel something else shift, separate from the tail. Denice managed to twist herself around far enough to see two fat tubes sticking out of her lower back, just above her tail- so just below the halfway point of her torso. She had no idea what they were though. She still had not turned far enough to recognize what species she was being turned into- the fact she can only view herself in first person did not make it any easier to comprehend. Her midriff is quite long now too thanks to the overall growth spurt- making her torso very flexible. Denice obviously does not have a measuring tape, but going by how high she was compared to the statue before and how high up she is now- Denice estimates her height around a whopping ten or eleven feet. Her form is very narrow still though, which is why her shirt still fits- although it only covers 3/4rths of her arms now and basically only enough of her chest to cover her breasts. She groans at the built up heat in her body and gently takes off her cloak to rest on the lectern. Her eyes lock onto a pillar of diffused light from a hole in the roof and wanders over to it, standing in the rain coming through. She sighs in relief. The autumn rain is very chill- which feels divine against her hot body. Now with a moment to think, she feels herself over a bit more. The grey flesh is springier than her normal human flesh- the pours are tiny which makes it look and feel very smooth. It is also utterly devoid of hair. Humans have a light peach fuzz coating of hair over most of their bodies- she now lacked even that. She pat her midriff, noting it was tighter than before too- more muscular but not so much that she had a six pack. Her belly button is stretched quite long vertically thanks to her torso extending- the soft divot between her symmetrical muscles travels up her long mid-section. Denice seen something move out of the corner of her eye and looked toward it but seen nothing. It kept moving! She turned in a full circle, tossing off beads of rainwater as she twirled trying to find this thing, before realizing it was on her eye. It remained in the corner of her vision because it's on her eye itself. A patch of light. Then small dots of light started to form in other places of her vision. Her ice blue eyes started to darken- flecks of royal purple started to bleed into her iris; which to her looked like patches of light in her vision. The purple iris can see in the dark. When the purple had completely overcome her iris, she could see into the blackened corners of the church without needing a torch. Her pupils gave a surge, and gained four points which then slowly stretched out. Her pupils stretched into a cross-shape, rather than circles. Denice groaned as her nipples tightened even beyond what the cool rainwater running down her could do. Her inner heat once again battled the chill water as her breasts started to firm up and then swell out! Her top was form fitting to begin with, so now that her breasts grew their shape became more and more obvious, pressed into the fabric. Her areola puffed up a bit and her nipples grew a bit in girth and length till their shape was perfectly outlined in the stretched fabric! The darkness from her black areola turned her breasts to the grey flesh which spread across her chest and upper back quickly, consuming her entire body. The meat tubes on her lower back grew longer and longer- calcium dust gathered in their core and turned to jelly, then condensed further into soft bone, then hard bone. The tubes grew long enough to develop a joint and then started to branch into what at first looked like fingers- but the outer skin stretched with them rather than dividing... she is growing bat-like wings! It made no outwardly audible sounds, but because the changes that came next were in her own head- Denice could hear the groan of stretching bone quite clearly. It is a similar sound to the trunk of a tree, groaning from an onslaught of powerful wind. The fabric was also getting so tight around her growing breasts that the movement of her boobs against it was starting to chafe her nipples. Denice grabbed her top intending to yank it off, but when she seen how easily the tips of her claws perforated the fabric she dug into her cleavage and yanked the shirt apart- easily tearing it in half to free her meaty melons! Released from their pressurized confines; her breasts surged forward, projecting away from one another before making a loud clap as they fall back against each other in a wobbling fit! Because the grey flesh is tighter and bouncier- her breasts also gained these traits, allowing them to project further out from her chest than they sagged down, though because of their size; they still drooped into a tear-drop shape. Her nipples are so big and hard she could probably cut glass with them. Her breasts made faint straining sounds from the tissue growth and the limit of her transformation catching up with each other. Each breast was easily larger than her head- what looked like unnaturally pert G cups at least- though it was hard to tell size when literally everything on her body had also grown or changed shape in some way. Denise held the sides of her head and hunched over, the sound of stretching bone almost deafening and she could feel her heart beat strong around the base of two horns as they lanced the skin over her temples and slid out. The veins broke by the horns, causing her to bleed a bit, but then the horns stretched the opening far enough that blood could not escape- and then the veins simply transformed to reroute around the base while a few dug into the roots of the horns themselves to feed them. Her horns grew straight out from the sides of her head, but continually grew at a curved angle, causing them to spiral out looking like a corkscrew! When they finally stopped they jut out a foot and a half from her head at least- but were relatively thin the entire length. The surface of the horns is ribbed- each rib marks the edge of a different layer, making the very tip of the horns the innermost layer and the base of the horn where all layers overlap. She softly flicked her enlarged dark nipples and caused the ends of her boobs to bob. "Oh... I don't need these to drive people off but... I wouldn't mind a little change f-for... myself." Denice winced at a pain in her scalp and quickly realized her hair was rapidly growing- but its stuck in her braids, so she frantically undid them to let it out; though had a bit of difficulty trying to do that with her new claws. Because of how tight her braids were, when she releases her hair it is wildly wavy, even though it is naturally straight. Denise was shocked by the cascade of shimmering raven black hair that already billowed out when she released it! It fell into a curtain on either side of her head and continued to grow downward till it touched the floor- though she was hunched over slightly. If she stood perfectly straight it would clear the floor by about three or four inches. Her canine teeth also extended into four fangs, and for a few moments she let her mouth hand open in a long groan as her tongue narrowed but grew quite long- becoming pointed at the end. Her mouth widened a bit as well, and her lips became a bit bigger- more pillowy. Her ears itched with blood pressure and heat of increased blood flow, so when her changes once again plateaued; Denice reached up and massaged her ear tips to settle the feeling. Her ears are now at least six or seven inches long, and narrow and pointed now too. Unlike the ears of most animals though, she did not have any additional muscle control in them, and their base is firmly affixed to her head and unable to move around. Her newly developed wings were tender, and she gave a stuttered sigh of relief as she stretched them out fully for the first time and the nerves in them came alive. The thin but durable membrane that connected the framework of the wings connected from the furthest tip to what looked like an elbow-like joint. But then another segment of membrane connected the other side of the elbow joint down the first two feet of her tail on its sides. Moving the framing bones of the wings was exactly like using the fingers on her hand- because they basically are exactly that. She moved them around herself and brought them up, feeling the wings with her 'normal' hands. The membrane feels like the surface of a trampoline- durable and not easily broken, but very, VERY springy. It also feels even smoother than the rest of her skin- to the point where it almost feels like it is wet even when it is dry, because there is almost no friction. Using the wings felt just like having another pair of arms, though their position was a bit odd. They don't have separate shoulder plates- they share a figure-eight shaped bone locked to the middle of the spine, so they stick out from her body much closer to her spine than arms would. Looking at herself and just how she moves now, it was hard not to think of herself as a monster, even if it was still just her on the inside. Denice opened her wings backward and bowed forward- using her wings like an umbrella as she looked into the shallow puddle on the floor under her, using it as a mirror to finally see herself. She turned into a Gargoyle! They are creatures attuned to the element of Earth- they original lived deep underground. When human kind cast shadows over the land with their large buildings etched of stone the Gargoyles started to emerge on the surface, using the shadow of human structures to hide from the sunlight. Their flesh does not take to solar radiation well, which prevented them from ever coming to the surface... until humans came along. They are omnivorous like humans and generally not a threat to have around- if anything they scare off other potential dangers, so humans started to carve statues of the Gargoyles to adorn their buildings with. This church already has many around the outside. Denice hummed in built up arousal... all the involuntary pleasure worked her up, but she never got a full release. She got down onto all fours- having to put her feet back and further apart to make up for the difference of length between arm and leg that still existed. Her long tail slithered around her in the air like a serpent, through her legs, pressing between her breasts to divide them a bit before looping over her shoulder, across the middle of her back, back up between her legs and plunging the fat spade-tip into her tight pussy! She rammed it into herself over and over, hard enough to make her entire body rock- so she could feel the weight of her large tits rocking back and forth- the warm weight gently tugging on her chest. She tightened the grip of her tail on her body and plunged even more into herself! It nudged against her cervix and then turned around- the tail started to bunch up and coil itself inside of her, stretching the walls of her pussy further apart! She flipped a segment of her tail around her right tit and squeezed its base- causing the boob to project forward and pull tight while she leaned to that side and grabbed the other breast with her hand- holding herself up on only one. Denice increased the grip of her tail even more, crushing her torso hard enough that it was hard to breathe- she liked it. She stuffed even more tail into her pussy, stretching it even wider! You could faintly see coils of tail through her crotch and lower gut! Pussy juice dripped freely between tail folds and gathered on the stone floor under her, pooling with the blades of grass between huge stone blocks. The shimmer of light traveled down her long hair like the white crests of ocean waves- though in this position her hair touched and fanned out across the floor some distance away from her. She looked up to the statue of the Eternal One at the base from her position on the floor. "T-thank you f-f-for thi-hiiiss form! Ah~!" Denise was shocked a moment as her skin once again changed color, starting from her toes! It turned a dark blue-grey, and became stone! She hit an explosive orgasm and her lower body quickly petrified, turning to stone all the way up to her thighs and most of her butt. Her hands also turned to stone, then her wrist before tapering back to flesh at her forearms. She would have collapsed from the muscle tremors and pleasure otherwise- but because she petrified she remained held firmly in place even without muscle control. Coils of tail flopped wetly out of her pussy and the stretched opening slowly closed up behind the expunged tail while she caught her breath again. The petrified portion of her body also relaxed, turning back to skin and regaining its dark grey color. Denise forgot about that part. In order to protect themselves from the harsh sunlight- if a Gargoyle is trapped on the surface when the sun comes up, it is able to use its affinity to the Earth element to turn itself to stone. Sunlight cannot affect a Gargoyle while it's made of stone- though that also means it is unable to move or defend itself during the day. Because of this- Gargoyles instinctively go to sleep as soon as daybreaks and turn to stone, waking only at night, or if there are harsh enough storms that the sky is blacked out. Denice looked up at the nearby hole in the roof. She could fix that, if she could reach it. There isn't really enough room to try and fly indoors- by the time she got enough lift to fully use her wings she would hit her head on the roof. She walked over to the wall and placed a hand on it, concentrating on the feel of the stone. The stone seemed to bubble out, expanding into her hand and she gripped it. She placed another hand higher and did the same thing- as soon as she let go of the first bubble of stone it turned to dust and crumbled back off. She can reshape earth- half the entire structure of made of stone. Using all six of her limbs to climb, creating temporary handholds; Denise reached the roof and touched one stone arch then moved her arm across to the next- crossing the hole in the wooden portion of the roof. The stone from the arch stretched, following the motion of her hand and connected to the other, overlapping and thus plugging the hole. Denice slithered through the inside of the building, creating stone ribs to reinforce the structure and overlap holes. She then took flight and darted around the outside of the structure doing the same thing. The church became still darker on the inside now that the holes were plugged, though the rain, snow, and leaves would no longer collect inside. She worked all through the night, since her new purple eyes could see perfectly fine in the darkness. She flinched at the touch of light on the horizon as the sun started to rise again, but she was already done her repairs anyway; it was time to rest. She hunched over, resting her large tits on her knees and her hands on the roof on either side of herself. Her tail coiled several times around her arms and legs and her body quickly darkened to a blue-grey and petrified to stone, shielding her from the sun to sleep. When it turns to stone- the individual threads of her hair gather together on their own, so when they turn to stone they all form a single sheet. The teens returned the next day, and immediately found her discarded clothing scraps on the floor and her cloak neatly folded on the lectern. "Holy shit, she is running around naked somewhere?" "What a pervert. Crazy religious fanatics, man." "Maybe she is still around? I wouldn't mind seeing her naked, haha." One of the boys rattled a can of spray paint, looking to the pillar he already tagged once. Denise slammed into the floor, falling from the rafters. She cupped her wings downward as she fell so the air pressure when she landed blasted them hard enough to almost knock the teens on their ass. She coiled her tail around one of their throats and yanked them off the ground, yanking them behind her as she grabbed another by the head gently in threat and looked to the third who immediately dropped the can and just immediately ran without saying a word. Denice smiled. "Time to go home children."

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Her one mistake was always using the same coffee machine. As the Head of Security for the station, she should have known better, but if there was one thing that made life on that junkheap even slightly bearable, it was having a good cup of concentrated bean juice, and unfortunately for her, options were… limited. She either went all the way to the bar whenever she wanted a good drink, or she slithered down the corridor leading to the sec department and spent a few credits on what had to be the best damned coffee on the whole station. It was a unique machine, in that, at some point, those responsible for restocking the vending apparatuses had apparently forgotten to replace it with the “new and improved” proprietary model, leaving it as the sole remaining specimen from the old line that still, somehow, got restocked on a regular basis. No one questioned it; doing so was likely to make it stop through some complicated and nonsensical bluespace fuckery, so instead they simply used it for good coffee whenever no one was looking but the station’s AI. Naali was one of them. She was, ultimately, doomed to being the punching bag for most of the station’s problems, and as the active Head of Security for the place, it was her job to take the blows and keep smiling like she didn’t want to wring the neck of everyone she saw on a regular basis (apart from a few select individuals whom she merely despised so much as to want someone else to do something to them). She needed the coffee; it wasn’t a case of her caffeine addiction kicking in, but very much one of self-control: without the bitterness of it all, she’d go nuts within the hour, and no one wanted the person with access to the armoury to lose their mind during a shift. No one, except for one particular engineer who’d been nursing a grudge for a frankly unhealthy amount of time. It had begun innocuously enough, when they tried performing some renovations at the bar while people were still in there, and for some reason they objected and called security on him; what followed was that bitch Naali wasting his time with an interrogation and a whole bunch of “tests” meant to check whether he was possessed by something or other, he hadn’t been paying attention. What mattered was that his plans for the afternoon were ruined and that was entirely the snake’s fault, and for that, she had to pay. It had been months, but the grudge was still there, mostly because whenever he had an idea about something fun to do, he had to remind himself that Chief Spoilsport was still around and wouldn’t let him do anything worth doing. Every new thought, every novel concept, was promptly thrown into the trash because she was around, and that only solidified his desire to get her out of the picture so she couldn’t ruin things even further… but how? He couldn’t firebomb the sec department, that would just get people mad at him again, nor could he bore through to the HoS’ office without them asking a whole bunch of really incriminating questions he wouldn’t have answers to. He could try and contract someone else, but the last time anyone attempted to contact the Syndicate, they were told that the space station “wasn’t worth the effort” before the phone promptly blew up in their faces. This left the young man with very few options that weren’t sourced locally, and eventually with outright none but whatever he could find lying around. Thankfully, he knew a guy. A very specific guy, who worked in a very specific sub-department, and had access to chemical synthesiser machinery that could be put to use making more than just medication for those who accidentally tripped over their plasma torches. It took a bit of effort to convince them to do something outside their main area of expertise, but a few choice words and the promise of ample monetary compensation, as well a couple of well-placed bribes to ensure an AI maintenance routine in order to establish an alibi, were enough to secure their cooperation: they would help to create a compound that would then be sneaked into the coffee machine, and from there, it would all fall into place on its own. Naali, being utterly unaware of any of this, kept on buying her daily mugs’ worth of caffeine from the same source. She had no idea that the one random engineer she reprimanded months prior had spent so much time grumbling about it, nor did she know he had procured a specialised toxin built specifically for her species. She had no clue that the cup of coffee she just bought was tainted as a result of said engineering tampering with the interior mechanism, nor was she cognizant of how said engineer was still staring at her, in the shadows, from behind a conveniently oversized fern. To her, it was just another cup of coffee, nothing special. It even tasted the same as they all did: absolute shit, but slightly better than every other machine coffee on the station. Better than nothing as well, better than having to go through the day without her shot of caffeine, so with a grimace on her face, the snake took her drink, turned around, and slithered back to her office. Only there did anything feel out of the ordinary, though it was more a case of an aftertaste than anything else: Naali had to smack her tongue a couple of times, but that was indeed some kind of weird flavour on it that normally wasn’t there. She should know, her sense of taste was significantly more well-developed than most species’; it was some sort of trace chemical left behind, presumably by the restock mechanism leaking or something like it. She sighed, figuring that the poor machine’s time was at an end. She was still going to use it, nothing would force her to resort to anything else unless she absolutely had to, but the Head of Security had a silent salute for the brave little coffee maker nonetheless, gulping down what was left of the vile mixture while wondering why she was even drinking it to begin with. A long, drawn-out sigh later, and Naali was slumped back against her office chair, eyes close and waiting for something to happen; it was going to, because she worked for NanoTrasen and misery loved company: whenever anything happened that made her day worse, it was inevitably bound to be followed by something else that would take the awfulness of it and dial it up to eleven and beyond. It might not be lethal (hell, it rarely was), but it would make an already bad situation even more unbearable because, really, why not? It was almost unsurprising when she felt hot all over and her clothes began feeling tighter. Really, it almost came naturally when her brain started to go all fuzzy and she was unable to think straight no matter how much effort she put into it. Really, why should it have gone in any other direction? Better to just deal with whatever was coming her way and think about the consequences later, otherwise she was going to sit there and be frustrated at something she never truly had the power to prevent. The sudden tightness in her chest was… unexpected, but not altogether unpleasant. It had been a while since the least time she had that happen to her, but she wasn’t going to complain, not when she wasn’t wearing her breastplate for once; maybe it was fate, conspiring to give her plenty of room to grow on the one occasion she had nothing there to keep her from swelling up… or, perhaps, she had taken it off without realising it and the haze in front of her had made her forget it. It was, in fact, far easier not to think too hard about it than it was to spend any amount of time considering what might be the case. Why bother when she could just keep her eyes closed and feel her bust expanding outwards, growing heavier and wider with every second that passed, until she could feel it start to intrude on the edge of her torso? It felt liberating not to have to think about it, to instead throw herself into the ocean of physical sensation that came with having her tits grow so many cup sizes that her work uniform began to tear open, gashes in the synthetic fibres turning into outright tears, opening into holes before the whole thing just collapsed structurally and released her breasts into the wild. Though… not completely. Whether through sheer happenstance or due to preexisting concerns in manufacturing the jumpsuits, Naali’s tits didn’t just flop out onto her chest; rather, the cloth above them was torn open, fully revealing her cleavage and the top of her rack, while the part of her uniform beneath her bust remained miraculously intact, creating something akin to a very overladen sweater just barely containing a pair of milkers big enough to crack someone’s spine should she drop them on top of anyone. Easily twice as big as her head, if not not more so, and still growing the more she looked at them, so much so that the snake was left wondering if they actually were growing as a result of her looking at them, or if she’d just been luckily blessed with an extended growth spurt. The weight, the warmth, the heft, all of it combined to leave Naali wanting to do nothing more than remain sitting, her back angled so she was sliding off her chair, feeling her tits pushing down on her; not so much pinning her down, but forcing the snake off onto the ground, where she was most likely going to remain until such a point as she decided to get back up… whenever the hell that was. Her bust wasn’t going to make it any easier, but by that point, she didn’t exactly want to expend any effort doing anything of worth. Of course, it couldn’t just be her tits that received a boost, and after the first round of the transformation, that Naali felt her ass begin to tighten was more or less expected. A wide, dumb grin spread across her face as she brought her hands down to her rump, so often ignored, so often simply blending into her tail, her lack of any meaningful hips making it difficult to wear the kind of clothing she wanted to on account of it being a frank waste. How wonderful, then, that she would feel her skin pushing against her fingers, her tail fattening in just the right way to give her the closest thing to an hourglass figure that her serpentine body plan allowed for. She couldn’t ask for more, but she could ask that it be made more; ass and tits were good enough, but if she was going to be given a gift of them, she might as well beg for it to come in large enough quantities that it would floor both her and whoever she happened to be sharing herself with at any given point. Better to be on the ground, very loudly begging for someone to please come do a great number of unspeakable things to her, only to have her hands need to fulfil that role. Better to feel the new contours of her new body, until her fingertips were intimately acquainted with every new inch of it. Then, and only then, could she afford the luxury of thinking of trying to get up, onto a sitting position and maybe her chair. But it would be a while, even under the best of circumstances; she could only hope nothing bad happened outside, because she was absolutely not going to be able to do her job if the station was attacked. After all, she had little ones to play with, didn’t she? It was weird. She should just be horny, and to a great extent she absolutely was, but there was something else in there that moderated what would otherwise be a mindless lust, a desire to fuck that would’ve left her a brainless rutting machine. It came both from her new body, yes, but also from a sense of dominion, of power, of authority; perhaps whatever the coffee did to her had mixed with her brain chemistry so much that it circled back and borrowed a great deal from her position as the Head of Security, because the last thing Naali wanted to do was be the bottom for the next few people lucky enough to have her as a mate. Quite the contrary, in fact. She rose up, pulling herself from the ground by almost sinking her fingers into the wooden surface of her desk; the whole thing creaked ominously still, and though the snake didn’t notice it, multiple cracks opened on its surface as she tried to straighten herself out. Unaware of this, the Head of Security instead focused on herself: on her new, hefty breasts, on her prodigious rump, and on those wide, motherly hips… quite literally motherly, or at least as literally as they could be when the potential was merely within her grasp and not already caught in her snares. She could very well find someone to stuff her full of eggs; it wouldn’t even be all that difficult, given how often she was propositioned on a regular basis. It was just a simple matter of turning her glares and stares into sultry replies, of flipping those “no”s into a series of very long moans ending in a shameless, tongue-filled kiss; no point saying yes when all that did was cut into precious time she could be using to be bred. And she was going to be bred, if it was the last thing she did; if anyone had any different ideas, they were welcome to go issue a complaint with the captain, if they wanted to be ignored even harder, or hell, send a panicked mail to NanoTrasen so the company could remind them that workplace relationships were permitted and fertility treatments would be provided at a discount. For Naali, this couldn’t have gone better; really, if the point of poisoning her was to knock her out cold from arousal, it had almost worked, seeing as she fully intended to get a good workout before lying down and having a nap for the rest of the day. Her department, which by then had been alerted to “irregularities” by the AI, had congregated outside of her office. They expected to see some sort of eldritch creature of myth pop out from the other side, maybe even a possessed Naali, host to said creature after having finally snapped from all the nonsense they had to deal with on a regular basis. Instead, they saw a very horny, very thirsty snake slithering out from her office, eyes scanning the room for the person closest to them who could help her fill her belly with eggs; curves exaggerated to proportions that made everyone’s knees weak (where applicable) and almost a scent of arousal emanating from her, it was unsurprising when nearly all of the officers present dropped their tasers and stood there, staring at their superior. A couple tried running, but they wouldn’t get very far. There was clearly a contamination going on, as the AI so helpfully noted through the speakers, and that being the case, the entire department had to be quarantined to prevent any possibility of the viral agent escaping into the rest of the station. A regrettable loss for those on the wrong side of the falling shutters, but a necessary sacrifice for the greater good; Naali, licking her lips, took her sweet time approaching the cowed crowd, rubbing her hands as she leaned down close to her first volunteer: a young Tajara, no older than twenty-five, probably there as his first job, trembling hard enough to make his equipment rattle, his eyes… very much focused on the copious, some would say indecent amount of cleavage the Head of Security had on display. All purposeful, of course; couldn’t just be given a rack big enough to smother whole heads and then not use it to attract mates, that’d be a waste! No, she had to let her tits hang and offer the warm, soft confines between them, up for both the eyes and the hands of those brave enough to take the quite literal plunge. And, much to her surprise and delight, Naali saw her first volunteer reach up with one of their paws, eyes wide, their mottled brown fur standing on end as they came closer and closer to their prize; the snake herself waited until the last moment, giving the Tajaran a moment to think that they were in the home stretch, that they’d get what they wanted without any strings attached… and then she struck. It was so easy as well. All she had to do was wait until she felt those wriggling fingers in her cleavage before she lunged forward and used her own hands to part her breasts and immediately smush the young officer’s face with them, using the momentum from it to throw the poor guy onto the ground… followed by herself. There was a loud thud, a muffled moan, and before anyone knew it, the Tajara was completely buried by snake, gone from sight as Naali herself wiggled from side to side to better grind her first victim to dust. The point wasn’t to knock them out of commission; rather, if she was going to be pumped full of seed and knocked up, then she would only accept the best her force had to offer. And clearly, if they couldn’t take her full weight while being smothered by her tits in public, then they obviously had no business trying to get their hands on her. Hell, Naali didn’t even expect the Tajaran beneath her to make it past ten seconds without cumming his brains out while still having his cock firmly stuck inside his jumpsuit: young, inexperienced surely, suddenly jumped by his boss in front of everyone, a boss whose body had been augmented such, it’d be ridiculous to expect them to adapt so quickly. Which was why it came at such a surprise when not only did the young man not shiver and experience that little death, but he instead began grinding back against Naali. The snake had to stop and actually pay attention, just in case she had misread her bodily signals; was the little thing under her actually fighting back? Were they trying to hold their own and gain terrain? Well, if that was the case, she’d be more than happy to see where that went… provided the feline was fine with an uphill battle. She reached underneath herself, pulling the officer’s hands from their side and smacking them straight onto her own ass; amazingly, the Tajaran reacted the way she wanted him to: by grabbing. By sinking their fingers and claws into her soft flesh and enjoying the grand feast that was her rump, surely thinking about what they’d do to it once they were finished with the main course. This was followed by her arching her back such that her tits weren’t so much covering her lover, but actively pushing down onto him, giving him absolutely no room to breathe. And quite literally so: if her mate didn’t try to push her aside, he would inevitably be actually smothered, lacking any oxygen to work with. But, be it through their own resilience and determination, or just the airheadedness that came with their oxygen supply being cut off, the Tajaran kept going. Even past the point where they should’ve gone limp and unconscious, they instead carried on grinding their hips against Naali, their shaking hands seemingly split between wanting to be stuck in ass fat or needing to move down to undo the many buttons and zippers on the jumpsuit keeping the young officer’s shaft from being free to do what it needed to do. So Naali fixed that for them. It was simple enough to shred that jumpsuit open; she’d had plenty of experience with it in the past, and it wasn’t going to be inaccessibility that made the snake give up. If anything, with the officer stuck underneath her, all she had to do was shuffle over a few inches to one side and then bring one of her hands down, slashing multiple gashes into the thick, padded fabric, before grabbing hold of one of the holes and ripping the bottom half of it clean off. Sure, there were still some bits attached to the man’s boots, but the most important part was free: his cock. She didn’t need to do anything else past that point, as natural instinct kicked in and drove the young man to do what had to be done in order to get where he had to be: muscle memory, even if never used, imprinted in them through countless generations of breeders, now that he could finally bring that genetic knowledge to bear. Granted, he wasn’t expecting his first time to be with a snake like Naali, nor indeed with someone who could literally have him fired for no reason, but he was confident he wouldn’t be kicked out of the force… assuming he didn’t disappoint. And it was exactly this little nugget of knowledge that drove the Tajaran to do something he normally never did: he put his all into it. Not that he slacked off in his duties, but very rarely did he have any reason to throw himself a hundred and ten percent into something; for Naali to do what she did though, nothing less than that would suffice, and he wasn’t about to have her go so far and then leave her feeling unsatisfied. It could be that he wouldn’t be able to truly bring her over the edge like he wanted to, but even if that were the case, he was still going to try. He was going to pour every last ounce of energy he had into rolling his hips, into thrusting his shaft into the snake’s tight slit, into moaning as loudly as he could, that she may know he was still in there and loving every second of it. For her part, Naali had to do nothing but be there and be herself, smothering the cute little thing as he railed into her. Normally she’d be a lot more effusive about it, loudly enough for the whole station to hear in fact, but right there and then, her job was to make sure her lover knew who was in charge: he wasn’t breeding her, she was being bred by him, and only because she deigned to choose him. Nevermind how that only happened because he was closest, that was entirely beside the point; she was there, she needed eggs in her, and he was the one to give them to her. At any point, she might choose to retract that privilege, so if the young Tajaran knew what was good for him, he wouldn’t slow down for even a second. And, in the meantime, she could make sure everyone else in the room knew what was in store for them once she was done with their coworker. A simple glance, that was all they needed: a glance and a wink so the remainder of the security force were well aware that none of them were going to leave that room until she had a taste of their seed, literally if need be. A glance and a wink, along with a conveniently-timed AI alert letting everyone know the quarantine seal would only be lifted after the “threat” was “neutralised”. This, of course, assumed anyone would move against her. But Naali knew better.

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Title: Intermission by Squirrel Tags: Anal, Buck, Dark, M/M, Public, Squirrel A draining sound. And the lights went out. And the picture stopped moving, the large screen going blank and dark. The whole theater dead save for those little, dim running lights on the floors of the aisles. A static-sounding voice came over the loudspeaker. Apologizing. Offering free popcorn and stuff from the concession stand. And promising to fix the problem in the next ten to fifteen minutes. "Want to get some popcorn?" Toby asked. He was a deer. A buck. Sitting next to his companion, Flint. Who was a squirrel. "No." "It's free." "I'm not hungry. I told you that," the squirrel replied. His nose and whiskers were twitching. Even without full sight of him, Toby could sense as much. Flint continued, "I told you that when we arrived." "It wasn't free, then." "They always burn it, anyway." They were the only ones in the theater. It was a weekday showing. Matinee showing. A film that had been out for awhile. "I think movie theater popcorn is the best," Toby said. "I don't know why, but it is." "I know." "Was that sarcastic?" The squirrel said nothing. "Maybe we should get some," Toby continued. "Popcorn, I mean." "Go ahead." "If you're not gonna have any, what's the point?" "If you're hungry, fine. But I'm ... I don't want popcorn," said Flint, flustered. "You have to make a big issue out of everything." "I think you're the one that does that," he corrected. Serious. "I am not," the squirrel said stubbornly. Pause. Toby then commented, "Maybe they'll pay for our tickets, too. Or give us free passes. They should." "Well, it's not their fault the power malfunctioned." Pause. "We rely too much on technology. It will be our undoing." The buck frowned. Sighed. "What?" Flint asked. "You're in a mood, is your problem." "I'm not in a mood." He hugged his bushy tail. Meticulously grooming it. As he always did. It was never perfect enough. "Denial. Always denial." "Stop it." Pause. "And so what? I can't be in a mood every now and then? You're never in a mood?" "My bad moods aren't nearly as cynical as yours." "Mm," the squirrel went, making a frown face. He sniffed and shrugged. Shook his head. "Sorry," he whispered. "It's okay." "Yeah?" The buck nodded. Neither said anything for a minute. The buck giggled. "What?" Flint asked. The deer said nothing. "What?" the squirrel pressed. "I just had ... a thought." The way he said it ... "A thought?" Flint said. The buck said nothing. "Look, tell me. What's so amusing that ... " The squirrel stopped as he felt the hand, Toby's hand, slide through the fur on his waist, into his pants. Until he was gripping the squirrel's sheath. "Can't get away from me now," Toby teased, whispering into Flint's swivelling ear. The squirrel swallowed. Letting out a breath. "Well, I hadn't ... hadn't planned on it. On getting away, I mean." "Relax." "What?" "You're nervous. Don't think I don't know when you're nervous." The squirrel shifted in his seat, both from the fear of getting caught, of getting found out ... and the feel of his partner's hand slowly up and down his sheath. "Get your pants off," the deer whispered. "I can't just take off my clothes in ... " "Just put them down round your ankles. No one will see. We're the only ones in here." "What if the movie comes back on? The lights? Somebody will find out," Flint whispered conspiratorially. Chittering. "Hush," Toby said, whispering into his ear. "Come on. We don't know how long it'll stay dark." The squirrel took a shaky breath. He and Toby had ... well, they'd been intimate before. He wasn't nervous about that. But he was a private, guarded squirrel. He didn't volunteer information about his private life, or his sexuality, or ... and he certainly didn't engage in such risky behavior. Doing it in public. Running the risk of getting caught. Being judged. Being ... "Hey," Toby whispered, still stroking him. The other hand on the squirrel's belly. Running through the fur there. "You're always so timid. Just ... take a chance, huh? Relax." "It doesn't feel ... " "What are you worried about, exactly?" "I don't know." "I bet you do know." Pause. "Come on. It'll be fun. It'll feel good. Your adrenaline might even enhance it." The squirrel nodded wearily. Deciding to give in. Nodding again as the deer slowly pawed him off. With the deer stroking him, the squirrel undid his pants, wriggling, bringing everything down his legs. Letting the clothing fall around his ankles and foot-paws. "Good boy," the deer whispered. Feeling his heart in his chest. Feeling that spike of eagerness. The antsy anticipation. One of his hands hurriedly fumbled at his own clothing. Until he managed to get his own attire down to his own ankles. Also unbuttoning his button-up shirt, letting it hang open. The buck's strong, furry chest rose and fell. Flushed. One hand bringing Flint out and erect. The other hand doing the same to himself. "We better hurry," said the distracted squirrel. His head at a tilt. Toby pulled Flint out of his seat, and to his own. To his lap. Leaning the squirrel's bare back (having taken off the smaller one's shirt, so he could feel that fur against his) against his bare, furry chest. His warm, stiff meat rubbing against the fur of the squirrel's rump cheeks. The buck let out a big breath. Wasting no time. Sucking in a deep breath of air and pushing in. Into the rodent's clenching tail-hole. Deep. Deeper. Into the warm and tight space. His pre helping ease the friction. He hilted himself to the squirrel, his legs spread. Hoofed feet apart, legs stretching but bumping into the backs of the seats in front of them. The squirrel, meanwhile, having been speared to his partner, could only close his eyes. Pant. Twitch. He whimpered lightly at Toby's hand on his cock. As Toby began to stroke him again. Simultaneously bucking up against his rump, into him. Softly, though. The squirrel closed his mouth. Bit his lip. So as to stop any squeaking. He squeaked during sex. Uncontrollably. He felt it was silly. Was embarrassed by it. Toby would tell him it was adorable. "Uh, uh ... oh," breathed Toby, sliding in and out of the squirrel. Going as fast as he could go without hurting him. Using his free paw to hug the squirrel's bushy tail. The other paw still stroking. Hips bucking. "Mm, mm," went Flint through his closed mouth. Nose and whiskers flaring and twitching. He hadn't expected to feel so good ... doing this. Doing it here. But his heart was hammering. And his fur was flushed. And the overload of physical and emotional feeling was welcome. Very welcome. He began to relax more. Knowing it had been at least ten minutes and they had little time, the deer quickened his pace again. Relishing the quick motion of his hips pounding into that furry behind. With that bushy tail brushing his face. Burying his nose into that tail and just breathing. The sound and speed of his balls slapping against the squirrel. The deer leaned forward, out of the seat. Pushing the squirrel with him, draping him over the back of the seat in front of them. To give him easier access. More room. A better position. And sighing, eyes squeezed shut, the deer grunted and grunted and humped. Wrapping his arms around the squirrel's chest, in a firm, hot hug. Loving the feeling of physical closeness and warmth, of their two bodies in motion. The pleasure of the act. The squirrel lost control of his restraint. Began squeaking. Perhaps a bit too loudly, as the deer gently cupped a hand over the squirrel's mouth. Rocking Flint forward with his thrusts. Flint's paws reaching back and clutching at Toby's fur. For something to hold to. To hold to him. When Flint had contained his squeaking (exchanging it for light panting and whimpering), Toby lowered his hand and moved it back to the squirrel's cock. Trying to bring him to climax. He humped, giving a grunt. And then another. The squirrel, sweating beneath his fur, felt weak while he was filled. He tried to move, but could only slump back against he buck's chest. Toby's hooves scuffing the floor as he fell back into his seat, still holding to Flint. Feeling the squirrel's tail-hole clench, clench. As the squirrel hit his own orgasm. Toby caught the seed with his hands. Reeling for a few seconds, they quickly scrambled to get proper again. Panting, dressed again. But sweating. And the squirrel smelled of buck, and the buck smelled of squirrel. Not a half a minute later, the film resumed. Flint let out a deep breath, whiskers twitching. He swallowed. Toby grinned. "Wasn't so bad, was it?" Flint, still hot beneath his fur, bit his lip before whispering back, wearing a shy, satisfied smile, "Four stars."

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Title: Being Busted Brings Benefits Ch. 06 Tags: mother son sex, mother son incest, incest novella The next day after my classes, Mom came into my room looking very concerned with her hands behind her back. I still hadn't had the chance to talk to her about yesterday with Makayla. I had the feeling Mom was struggling with another woman having me and she had come to talk about it. I was way off. "What is it?" I asked. "I'm late?" she said. "Huh? For what?" I asked. "You know... 'late'." It hit me like a ton of steel, "You're pregnant?" I asked, standing up. "Afraid so?" she said showing me the pee test that had a big positive sign showing. "How? I thought you were on the pill or something?" I said, freaking out. "Why would I be on the pill, David? Your father can't even get it up." "I just assumed.... I mean we didn't even talk about that. You let me cum inside you? What were you thinking?" I accused. "I wasn't. We weren't. This isn't just my fault. I remember you there with me, fucking my brains out!" "Well, you have to get rid of it!" "Do I?" she asked. My mouth dropped open. What the hell was she thinking? My life was already fucked up with Makayla barely coming around and now Mom drops this precious little bomb on me and to make matters worse she was thinking about keeping the thing. "Are you nuts? Of course you have to. For so many reasons I can't start to count. Let's see. There's Dad... who can't even get it up to make you pregnant... how are you going to explain this to him. Besides that, Mother, you're turning forty! That combined with the fact the child was conceived by your child makes birth defects close to if not one-hundred fucking percent!" "You're asking me to kill your child." "I can't believe we are discussing this. You will terminate this pregnancy." "Or what? You'll tell your father? I'm already prepared to tell him everything. I wasn't bluffing with Makayla." "He'll leave you, maybe even kill you," I said, grabbing her by the arms. "You know you can't do that." She started to cry, falling into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight. She began to sob. She wasn't thinking straight, the stress and burden of everything had finally come to the surface. I tried to comfort her, telling her everything was going to be alright, that we would take care of it. She lifted her face to mine. "David, make me forget all of this. Make love to me one more time and I'll do whatever you say." It had been weeks since I had had her and every day I dreamt of hearing those words. "Okay, Mom. One more time." I picked her up, carried her to the bed and began to undress her. Tugging off her shorts, I spread her legs and buried my face in her panty covered sex, biting the material to find her lips. She grabbed my head and shoved me into her like she was prone to do. Her panties were soon soaked as I continued to munch her sex before pulling them aside to savor her flesh. She cried out in ecstasy when I sucked her clit hard and flicked it with my tongue. My hands crawled under her shirt and bra to pinch her nipples as I continued to eat her out. She wanted to forget her troubles and I was determined to help her do that. What better way than to help her achieve one of her famous gushing orgasms. As I worked I could feel and see the stress melt from her body. It took longer than ever before but I got her there. By the time she squirted my own pants were soggy from my erect oozing cock, but the pleasure she experienced was worth it. There still was nothing like my mother and her orgasms. She let loose like no other, turning me on to the point of insanity. I yanked down my own shorts and knelt below her quivering body, feeding my hard cock all the way into her exceptional pussy. She cried out with pleasure, arched her back and took every inch. Her hot pulsating pussy clung to my shaft and hugged my head, making me forget everything but how good my cock felt. She helped me pull her shirt and bra off, giving me access to suck and nibble her tits as I proceeded to thrust quickly in and pull out. "Do it all, I want you everywhere, leave nothing untouched!" Mom screamed. I pulled out, crawled over her and fed my cum covered cock to her. She eagerly sucked me in, taking me deep and cleaning every inch before I returned to her hot pussy and shoved my rod back in deep. Pounding her hard and fast a few times I returned to her mouth to repeat the process. The different sensations were incredible, too different to pick a favorite, I loved both. When she wasn't sucking me I made sure to play with her breasts and rubbed her clitoris with my thumb. She was very wet and after returning from her mouth I pushed her legs over her head and noticed a good amount of juice had puddled in her ass. Shoving my cock in her pussy one more time I pulled out, lowered my cock and began pressing slowly into her ass. Mom moaned loudly as the head penetrated her tight ring. I froze, letting her adjust before easing another inch into her rectum. Her breathing increased and she was panting now, making high pitched sounds with each breath. Slowly, I buried my cock all the way to my balls and basked again in the hot core of her ass. Remembering her clit I pinched it between my thumb and finger, lifting it to circle with my other hand. Her ass grabbed my shaft, pulsing from the clit sensations and her moans became louder. Sliding out slowly, I felt her tight ring kneading my shaft with the speed of her heartbeat. The sensation was indescribable again. I buried my cock once more, smoother this time and faster, never forgetting to play with her clitoris. On the way back out I went too far and my cock flipped out of her hot ass. I was going to put it back in but she stopped me with a word. "Mouth." She wanted to suck my cock after being in her ass. I hesitated only slightly before climbing over her again so she could suck. She cleaned me again, and sucked me for a few more seconds before I went back. Her pussy was flooding over, her ass was still slightly open and the two holes both looked so inviting. I picked her pussy, giving her a few good thrusts before slowly returning to her ass. It went in easier, all the way and she screamed in pleasure as my balls hit her ass. All the way back out I shoved it deep into her upper hole and then back to her ass. Going between both hot holes was like out of a dream. Two hard thrust in her pussy to two good lunges in her ass, over and over again. It was so dirty and wicked what we were doing, not just mother and son but I was going back and forth between her ass and pussy with uninhibited lust. Her ass would stay open for me, making it easy to guide my throbbing cock from her ass to her pussy and back. Her body provided so much lubricant and she screamed and thrashed around in ecstasy as I had my way with her. "That's it... good boy, David. Fuck me, fuck my ass and pussy good!" I knew then that no other woman would ever let me do this, not even Makayla after Mom was done training her. I was fooling myself in believing maybe I could be happy with Makayla but this convinced me that it would be impossible. In my thoughts I hesitated and Mom rolled over on her stomach, looking back at me. "Come on, fuck me.... Fuck your mother like you mean it!" I had to move forward slightly to enter her again and slammed very hard into her ass, making her scream in delight. "Like that? Is that how you want it?" "Yes, David! Make me cum.... fuck my ass until I cum!" All thoughts of Makayla left my mind as my cock was systematically thrust in and out of my mother's hot tight ass as fast as I could go. Even giving her everything I had, she begged for more, crying and screaming for me to go faster and harder. My goal, as in the past, was to get her to cum before I did but I was going so quickly and it felt so good I was worried I'd not last long enough. If I slowed down even slightly, Mom noticed and yelled from me to keep going. Giving her what she wanted was going to make me shoot my load, it was inevitable. The pressure and pleasure grew; mounting and expanding in my body. My balls tightened all the way around my shaft, no longer slapping against Mom's pussy as I slammed into her. The intensity rose, passing the point of being able to stop it even if I tried. I could feel Mom's hand going ballistic on her clit from underneath and she was screaming very loud as I exploded deep inside her. As I released my load and my cock sent the first burst into her, her ass constricted and grabbed my cock tight. I knew she was cumming with me and it only increased my orgasm. Sweat dripped off my body as my cock spewed into my mother's ass, blowing me away by how good it felt again. I knew without a doubt my mother was the only woman for me. \*\*\*\*\* "We better clean up, Makayla's going to be here soon," Mom said, lying in my arms. "I have a better idea. Let's ignore her and enjoy each other." "You know that's not possible, no matter how much we both want it." "Why? Think about it. Let's just leave. You and me. We'll take off, disappear, no one will ever find us." "David, we can't... your father... your school... Makayla?" "Screw it all. We can do it. Dad will never find us. We'll change our names... our looks; no one will even know you're my mother. We'll start new, somewhere else." "And the money? Can you live without that?" "If I have you, nothing else matters." "And the baby?" I hesitated. She couldn't actually be thinking about keeping it, could she? I imagined some mutant child, like from that X-files episode. She couldn't keep it but how was I going to convince her of that. "First things first. Tell me you'll run away with me," I said, ignoring the problem. Before she answered the doorbell rang. Makayla was early. "We can discuss this later; we need to attend to Makayla now," she said trying to get up. I pulled her back in bed with me saying, "Why? Forget her and stay with me. I don't want Makayla, Mother. I want you." "Oh, David... now... you want me now, but what about in ten or twenty years. I'll be old, used up and you'll barely be my age. I can't do that to you, no matter how much I would like to." "I don't care about that; all I care about is being with you." "You will, I know you can't see it now, as young as you are, but it will change, you'll change," she said and pulled away from me. I was too shocked to stop her again, watching her stand up, gather her discarded clothing and leave my room. It wasn't fair. I had to convince her somehow. \*\*\*\*\* When I finally got dressed and went downstairs, Makayla jumped up from her chair and ran over to me. "Hi, Honey," she said putting her arms around my neck, kissing me. She was dressed very nice again, looking beautiful but I really had no interest in her but kissed her back anyway. She hung on me, whispering in my ear. "I wonder what your mother has planned for me today. I've been thinking about it since yesterday... I'm so horny. Oh, and I'm not wearing any panties." This raised my eyebrows and made my cock twinge with a jolt of electricity. Makayla was determined to please me and this would only make it more difficult on her when I convinced Mom to disappear with me. Just then Mom appeared from around the corner. "Are you two ready? Join me in the kitchen please." Makayla turned to me, "Kitchen? Kinky," she said, giggling and walked toward my mother. When I caught up to them and walked into the kitchen I saw the vegetable oil out on the counter and knew immediately what Mother had planned for Makayla. If this didn't make her freak out and end this nothing would. "You're going to want to remove your clothes, both of you." Makayla didn't hesitate, which to be honest surprised me even though I knew once she put her mind to something she finished it but still, she was acting really eager and determined. She was naked before I had my shirt off and asking where my mother wanted her. What the hell was going on? "Over here, Dear, face the counter, lean over it. David, are you ready yet?" Mom asked as Makayla got into position. When she bent over I could see how wet and aroused she already was. Maybe she wasn't lying about thinking about this all day. I could have easily shoved my cock into her pussy with no problem at all. Except my cock wasn't fully hard. My mother quickly saw this and came over to me. "Are you okay?" "Fine... actually no, I'm not. I don't want to do this. I don't want her," I whispered, looking over Mom's shoulder. Makayla was watching us and bit her lip as I looked at her and bent over even more, shoving her butt out and mashing her nice breasts on the countertop. Mom reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it for me and looking me in the eye. "This is for the best, David. Don't let me down." Her hand felt nice, I couldn't deny it and she soon had my cock hard and ready. "I want you to fuck her hard until I introduce the oil, then you know what to do," Mom said, giving me a knowing look and my cock one more hard stroke before pulling me toward Makayla with it. I was torn... most of me wanted to refuse and not fuck the incredibly sexy woman bent over my kitchen counter because I wanted only Mom. The other part of me only wanted to fuck Makayla because I figured if I scared her enough she might change her mind about this plan and leave on her own accord. Maybe that was what Mom wanted as well and since she had the oil out I was thinking I knew her plan. So, obeying my mother I walked up to Makayla, grabbed hold of my hard ridged shaft and shoved my wide head into her very hot and wet sex. The sensation was difficult to ignore, even if I didn't really want to be fucking her it still felt incredible. My young hard cock was caressed and smothered by Makayla's more than prepared pussy. She felt just as good or better than yesterday after making herself cum. I was pretty sure she wasn't lying about thinking sex all night and day. Grinding my teeth, I slammed the whole of my cock deep into her, pressing her against the granite counter top with my thrust. She moaned, turning her head to look at me. "Oh... yesssssssss... Give it to me, David... I've been craving your cock since yesterday!" Mom stood off to the side, just in view with her arms folded under her large breasts, watching me thrust in and pull out as fast as I could. Her face was expressionless, her body frozen in place, just standing there like a statue while Makayla screamed and I fucked and slammed away. Psychologically I wasn't into it, but my cock remained hard and I knew I could last indefinitely especially since I had cum big time in Mom's ass not thirty minutes ago. I was just going through the motions; the hard, animalistic thrusting motions of fucking Makayla. It wasn't love or emotional sex like with Mom, it was just sex, empty sex. I got angrier the longer I lasted, pushing her over the counter and holding her down while I banged away at her flooding sex. Mom let this continue for twenty minutes until she picked up the oil off the counter and walked over to us. I pulled out, stepping back as Makayla panted and quivered on the counter top. Sweat covered my naked body as I breathed deeply. I noticed her legs shaking and saw the trail of cum running down her inner thighs for an orgasm I seemed to have missed in my angry fucking. Makayla looked wasted, totally spent from the climax and struggled to raise her head and look back at us. "David didn't cum, after all that you didn't make him ejaculate so you must step it up, my dear." "Huh... how?" Makayla breathed out, not comprehending much. Mother moved forward and poured some oil on her back, letting it run down between her cheeks over her puckered hole and open sex. "You must give him your ass, you must please him," Mother said, pressing her index finger into Makayla's tight and tiny orifice. "Ahhhh, she screamed with shock, trying to jump away from my mother's touch, but was unable to because of the counter top. "No... I never... no I can't take his cock in there... it won't fit!" "You must make it fit," Mom said inserting another finger. Makayla squirmed; rising on her toes to get away from Mother's pressing digits and looking back at me for some help. I was now the statue, showing no feeling at all towards her glances or her concern. "No.. Please, David... I can't. It hurts already... please don't do this." "You will or you will leave and never return!" Mother screamed at her, shoving her fingers deeper. Tears formed and dropped from both eyes as Makayla sobbed and turned her head away from me. She leaned over the counter, dropping to her heels. She didn't say anything for a full minute with Mom's fingers tightly shoved in her ass. I was really hoping she would back out, tell both of us to fuck off and leave. My cock was glistening and throbbing from her wet pussy and Mom was looking at me as we waited for Makayla to say something. A muffled reply escaped her lips, hard to understand, "I'll... do.... it... Just, please go slow..." she said without raising her head. I froze, not wanting to move but Mother motioned me forward, reaching out with her free hand. I hesitated only slightly stepping forward. Mom grabbed my arm, tugging me the rest of the way and removing her fingers. "Relax, Dear, if you tighten up it will only hurt worse. This is how you please, David... make him cum with your ass... please him." Makayla's body shook with sobs. How could I do this? I never thought it would go this far, I assumed she would back out and leave but her determination was iron, especially to endure what was coming. Mom pulled my face to hers and whispered in my ear, "Fuck her ass, David... fuck her into submission." I looked down at Makayla, her pussy wet with oil and cum hung open and her little ass was slightly pulsing giving me just a glimpse inside since Mother's fingers had just left. When I touched her with the head of my cock she tightened instantly as she jumped. I was going to destroy her for sure, especially in her current state. I couldn't back down... Mom would never forgive me and I would rather do this to Makayla than hurt Mom. Using my hand I rubbed the head of my cock up and down Makayla's greased up pussy and puckered hole. She flinched again, especially when the tip grazed her anus. If I was going to do this she needed to relax and she was anything but. I opted to sliding back into her pussy, which got a surprising sound from Makayla's lips. It was a mixture of shock and pleasure and relief. I slid in slow, placing my hands on her back and caressing her gradually until my left hand was on her ass and my thumb aimed downward toward her tight hole. Gently I thrust in and out, as my thumb circled her anus, slipping around in the vegetable oil. Half a minute later I tried to ease the tip of my thumb into her and she instantly tightened up, prohibiting my entry. I sped up my thrusts and tried again, pressing through her tight muscles until I was up to my fingernail inside her extremely tight hole. Looking up I saw Mom, she didn't look pleased. I knew she wanted me to force my cock into Makayla's ass and make her scream but I couldn't do it. I wasn't that kind of person. Even if I wanted to make her hate me and run away forever I still couldn't hurt her on purpose by shoving my large cock into her unwilling ass. I looked away from Mom, sliding my cock again deep in to Makayla and easing my thumb a little further to the widest part of the first knuckle. The strain I felt on my thumb was intense, she was unnaturally tight and I couldn't imagine my cock ever being able to fit. Makayla turned her head to look at me again, I saw the pain in her face from just my thumb, "Please, David... I can't do this... don't make me." "Enough!" Mom screamed, pushing me away. My cock flipped out of Makayla, hitting my body with an audible wet thump. Mom grasped Makayla, pulled her up and spun her around to face her. "Get your clothes on and get out! You are not good enough for my David. I never want to see your face around here again!" she screamed. Makayla burst into more tears, tried to say my name but Mom grabbed her mouth and shoved her toward her pile of clothing. She sobbed, looking at me for help but I said and did nothing. Before she was even fully dressed, Mom escorted her to the front door and I heard it slam as I stood naked in my kitchen not knowing what to think. Mom came back in, smiled at me and walked over. "That went well. I don't think we'll see her again." "You wanted this to happen. You wanted to get rid of her, didn't you?" "Of course, David... sweetie. I've decide to do just what you want. I've decided to run away with you and the sooner the better incase Makayla decides to tell your father." I stood speechless, thrilled beyond belief. We were really going to do it! "Bur first, I think my little boy needs to relieve some pent up pressure from that little bitch," Mom said taking hold of my still hard cock and stroking it. She grabbed a cushion off the nearest kitchen chair, sat it on the ground and knelt down. Her hot mouth engulfed me, cleaning me quickly from Makayla's juices and causing my toes to curl on the tile floor. My eyes widened as Mom took me deep, the sensation mind-blowingly good. She went to work, bobbing, twisting, stroking, and sucking my cock like only Mom can. I was ready quickly, after all the stress and angst with Makayla, my balls were tight and heavy, ready to burst. "I can feel all that pressure you're holding again, begging to be released," she said, looking up at me after taking me out of her sexy mouth. "I'm here for your, David... Mommy's always here for you," she said just as my cock exploded with a phenomenal geyser of cum.

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It was a big night for them, and that meant a suitably large snack was necessary beforehand. The brainfreeze was never something the panda enjoyed feeling, but without it they would never get to experience the kind of thrills that such an encounter could provide. They’d been waiting for it for so long that the mere thought of finally getting to spend some private time with them was enough to leave them weak-kneed and giggly, making the process of drinking the milkshake far more onerous than it had to be. As usual, they stood in front of a mirror to better appreciate the changes brought about by the sugary sweet. It was important not to overdo it, or else they might end up a bit too rounded around the edges to move around properly; their body was nothing if not malleable, making moderation something of the utmost importance! Still, the sight of themselves fattening and thickening out in real time was always something that made them blush hard enough for their cheeks to turn neon-red, doubly so when their breasts came in and filled enough to occupy a significant portion of her upper torso. They were rivalled only by her plushy cheeks down below, which always widened just enough to make moving between rooms take more effort than it should for any self-respecting temptress such as herself. That night was going to be different though, as Dafang was quite certain they’d have a hard time moving at all by the time they were finished. The young panda she was meeting was obviously well-endowed, and from the few comments they made seemed to indicate they were about as virile as they were large; and she had plenty of ideas for what to do with someone like that, ideas that left her cheeks somehow even redder than before. Next: the clothes. Or rather, whatever she had on hand that counted as clothing, ending up with a pair of shorts and a tube top that could easily be ripped apart. The two had agreed to meet in some hot springs, making the decision of what to wear be so far down the priority list that Dafang quite nearly forgot it was even there at all; she was halfway to the door before remembering most people didn’t appreciate it when she walked around entirely naked. Slapping her choice of attire on her as quickly as possible and double-checking her bags to ensure everything was there, the panda was in her car and underway in less than ten minutes, a wide, dreamy smile stamped on her face all the way from her home to their destination. She saw his car parked outside already, and after getting out of her own was met by the sight of her date for the night. He was short, he was meek, he was perpetually embarrassed and yet he packed a shaft large enough to poke out from the bottom of his pant leg without any extra blood being pumped into it, and a pair of nuts so full that his jeans needed special pockets just to hold them. The few people that still remained outside the spa motel all looked at him unashamedly, some even stopping to stare, which undoubtedly contributed to his decision to rush forward and seek refuge in her date’s bosom. He was just the right height to stuff his face in there too, leaving Dafang to find newer and greater heights to how luminescent her cheeks could become. “Maybe we should go inside?” she suggested, pushing him away to give him some room to breathe, “I made sure to make reservations for a private pool~” “I’d love to! Lead the way?” Always the enthusiastic sort. To think the two met in a shopping aisle and bonded over the ridiculousness of the waiting time; to this day, she had no idea how one thing even led to another, but the truth of the matter was they hit it off and carried on talking to one another after exchanging phone numbers. A couple of dates later and they were about ready to take it to another level, even if Dafang wasn’t quite ready to reveal just what made their plump body so attractive to Damien; he was the open-minded sort, but that was the sort of thing one kept to outside their bedroom escapades. The clerk at the front desk was not polite enough to ignore the proportions of the two people that walked in next, though they at least had the decency not to make any jokes at their expense when giving them their room keys. Within a few minutes the panda couple was getting ready to hit the spring, and though Damien insisted that they could so together with no shame, Dafang insisted on keeping to separate dressing rooms. Not out of any sort of modesty, but because she wanted to make an entrance. Thus, after the smaller of the couple spent a good five minutes soaking, the larger panda made a show of sashaying into view, ensuring that her towels were kept nice and tightly wrapped around her form right until she hit the edge of the water. For a second there, Damien thought she was about to plunge into the water with those things on, presumably to keep the tease going until he burst, but his date had other ideas; it had been some time since she had someone that adorable to play with, so the towels came off and her whole body was exposed for him to see, her hands slowly edging towards her hips right before she turned around to give him a good, full view of her plump ass. “Like it? Been working on it all day long,” she mused, not quite lying at that, “bet you can’t wait to get your hands on this, can you~?” Poor Damien was too awestruck by what he was seeing to reply properly. His jaw might as well have unhinged from how open it was, and the tip of his rod was now visible bobbing on the surface of the water a couple of feet away from him. It gave Dafang a good target to aim for after she descended into the pool, immediately forgoing any foreplay whatsoever and straddling the smaller panda’s cock, making sure to rub up against him as obviously as she could. “I’m not in the mood for playing around,” she declared, smooching her date on the forehead, “so why don’t you live up to your words and show momma a good time~?” “Y-yes ma’am!” was Damien’s immediate response, his cock twitching at the same cadence as his words, “Where… w-where should I start?” “Good question” - the larger panda swam backwards, giving the other one some room to move his junk about before standing up and looming above him, steam already coming off of her - “why don’t you start with my tits and we’ll move from there? Nuh-huh, not with your hands~” - Dafang held one finger up when Damien moved to her start squeezing - “Definitely not with your hands, darling.” It took the shorter bear a couple of seconds to process what his partner was asking, and even then he had to undergo the painful process of putting the pieces together before going bug-eyed, his voice too laden with stammering to come up with an adequate response. As if on auto-pilot, he still got on his feet and moved to get closer to Dafang, before swiftly pushing them onto the water and straddling her for change; his eyes were glazed over and unfocused, leaving the one below him to feel slightly worried about what might happen, but the moment he began his work proper, all concern was thrown out the window. Dafang’s body was stretchy and malleable, and that meant a few certain things held true about it that didn’t for others. In this particular instance, the most important aspect was her ability to take in sizes far surpassing what she should be able to; and while this might apply to a lot of people besides her, this trait wasn’t unique to her nethers. It took a bit of work for Damien to push his tip past her nipple, enough that the poor little thing had to ask for help and ended up using Dafang’s hands for leverage, but with some elbow grease and a whole lot of moaning on both ends, he broke through the proverbial threshold and sent both of them to places they had never visited before. For the bustier panda this was all part of a plan that had been in the making for years at that point; never before had she been given that opportunity, as none of her partners ever considered going so far as to pleasure her in that way, either because it didn’t interest them or they were far more concerned with such trivialities as whether or not it was “biologically possible”. Damien, meanwhile, agreed with the idea faster than Dafang could even propose it, which was partly to blame for why she chose a private venue like a motel to try it out. Truth be told, she had no clue what might happen; sweets and treats may give her a figure to make most adult “models” jealous, but this was a different kind of cream filling altogether, so who knew what might happen? Damien seemed quite happy to help her find out, as any and all compunctions he might’ve once had were no longer in view. It was an odd angle to thrust into her, especially considering how huge the young man was between his legs, but he managed somehow; the air was filled with the sounds of wet slapping as the smaller panda’s cock rammed into the bigger one’s tit, his balls splashing in and out of the water hard enough to cause a series of rippling waves. And the best part was that it wasn’t even properly started; Dafang had found in Damien her match in terms of stamina, to the point where she often finished first before he had the opportunity to. Given the state of affairs had left her even more aroused than usual, it was not surprising that she was gushing with juices within just a couple of short minutes, her voice cracking when a moan erupted from her open mouth, her lover too far away for her to force the two of them into a kiss. Not that she was being left empty; it seemed like Damien wasn’t kidding when he made passing references to how leaky and productive he was, because the amount of pre oozing out of her nipple was patently ridiculous. It was thicker than most cum she’d had the pleasure of being pumped full of, and came in quantities so immense that it was hard to believe it wasn’t some kind of miniature climax on its own. It was already having an effect on her, as her left breast was becoming noticeably more swollen than her right one; it posed an interesting conundrum for when Damien reached his climax, or it would had Dafang’s mind not been broken into pieces by the realization her plan was coming to fruition. Soon enough her tits would be the largest they’d ever been, and all thanks to the contribution of a very eager suitor who she was convinced would get to see her own bed sooner rather than later. Not that any of these thoughts were that clear; they were suggestions, whispered into her by the part of her brain that was still anchored to reality. Most of her was out for lunch and wouldn’t come back until they were both finished, which mercifully took place about fifteen minutes after Damien began to pound into her like a wild animal. With a low grunt and no end of trembling, her lover clenched all over, his balls gurgling loudly enough to be heard, his cock bulging out as his load travelled down its length. In mere moments, Dafang was feeling the hot blast of his seed hitting her somewhere she couldn’t even describe… and she wanted more[a]. The panda’s arms were quick to wrap themselves around her smaller lover’s back, keeping him nice and pinned where he couldn’t escape from her grasp. There would be no running away until he was completely empty… or at least until he was too far away for her to properly hold onto him anymore. Dafang hadn’t properly considered the possibility that her bust might grow to become too large for her to be able to reach Damien, but that’s exactly how things were turning out to be. Whether it be because her body was naturally stretchy, owing to her transformative nature, her partner’s seed having some sort of special property to it or some odd, unholy combination of both, the breast that the smaller panda had chosen to shove his cock into was growing at an alarming rate… and so was its twin. The idea that they might be “sharing” the load was patently ridiculous, and yet despite its physical impossibility, Dafang was clearly seeing her bust expand in every direction; though “bloat” might be a better word for what was actually happening to it. Certainly didn’t help how the one nipple that wasn’t stuffed began to leak something that, while white, was definitely not her own milk, leaving her so weak-kneed that she was very, very happy for being sat down. Damien had surprising stamina as well, carrying on with his frantic thrusting even far past the point where his climax should’ve made him stop from exhaustion alone; all of this combined and conspired to grant the larger panda a pair of breasts of a size that, quite honestly, she had never expected to see on herself. By the time her lover was done, she was practically unrecognizable. It took pushing him off for her to get a glimpse of what had been done to her, and even then it required several minutes of intense physical effort during which she dragged herself over to a large mirror by the side of the pool. The suddenly-very-well-endowed woman already knew what she was going to see was something completely out of the ordinary, given those things were attached to her and she did have to carry them around, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the sight of her breasts, hanging so low as to completely obscure her torso, and yet keeping so little sag that they could barely be said to droop at all. They were utterly stuffed as well, bulging out in every direction and protruding so far from her torso that they were practically comical on her frame… if she didn’t wear them so damn well. A single look at herself was enough to make Dafang want to sink her hands into her own bust and never let go, damn the consequences or anything else that might happen; they were heavy, full, stuffed, immense… but they could be better. She felt the milk inside of them, knew how much of it there was, but try as she might she couldn’t find any sign of tightness on her. If she squeezed, her fingers vanished into her soft breastflesh, with it overflowing for just a few brief moments before completely engulfing her hand. And while this was more than acceptable, it also triggered a certain something within her mind that begged, nay, demanded more. It wasn’t that she wanted it, she needed it; it was a fundamental necessity now, something that had to happen as far as she was concerned. But how? She was already naturally milky, so surely anything that could be used to trigger it would no longer work… unless she went back to the basics, of course. After all, it was Damien’s cum that had brought her to that size, so clearly it would also be the solution to her problems; applied laterally, rather than directly. The poor male was still adrift in the pool by the time his lover approached him, his colossal cock twitching in midair as he floated about, showering his chest with their own juices. The waters themselves were stained heavily by the man’s fluids, only made worse by the trickle escaping from Dafang’s teats; that said, the most disturbance came when her immense udders splashed onto the water, creating so many waves that even the larger panda gal was surprised, not being used to carrying around sizes like those. It made for a wonderful sensation when approaching her “prey”, feeling the resistance they put up against being moved in the water, and knowing that they were just going to get worse. It was hard to tell who exactly was in control. Dafang was bigger, yes, and was the one making the demands, but Damien was the one with the source of the larger panda’s pleasures, not that he would ever deny her anything. It was a complicated balancing act where both of them had to pretend that someone was in charge, lest they fall into the realization that neither of them were truly in control of what was happening to them. Damien had long-since transferred ownership of his body to the lower brain sporting a raging stiffie, while Dafang was far more led by the desire to grow even larger than anything remotely resembling conscious thought. The resolution to this conflict was about as wholesome as anything had been with the two of them, with the bigger of the coiuple outright ordering the smaller one to climb onto her shoulders and stick his cock down her throat, a command that Damien was more than happy to obey. What followed was a confusing amount of minutes where everything they experienced could be reduced to the rhythmic thrusting of a colossal shaft of cockmeat into a throat too tight to take it… which nonetheless did. Dafang could barely breathe from the sudden intrusion, Damien as well thanks to the physical strain, and yet neither of them stopped to think that maybe they should quit while they were ahead. The panda gal in particular was already having her vision tunnel from the lack of oxygen, while her lover could feel his muscles practically liquifying from how much they were being forced to work, all while their senses were assaulted by wet thwapping and Dafang’s chin grew progressively more bruised from the impact of those nuts on her face. Anyone looking from outside would be wondering just how in hell her throat could bulge out like that, and frankly? Neither of the two lustbunnies had an adequate response. It just was. Couldn’t last for long though. Both were already exhausted from the first exercise in obscenity, leaving them with very little energy to use up after going for a second round. Not that this had any impact on the payload, obviously; the resulting explosion of cum was enough to very much fill Dafang’s stomach up to the point where she appeared to have developed a nine-month pregnancy… in about the first of many, many seconds. What saved her was how eager her own body was to take all of that juicy protein and turn it into something else; or two somethings, as the case may be. It was utter madness to think that she could make herself milkier by guzzling down cum like that, and yet somehow, against all odds, that’s exactly what happened. Not only did she feel the impact of the sudden productivity slam into her like a freight train, she felt the weight behind it as well; those milky blimps on her chest eventually just sunk thanks to the sheer density of her cream, and when her nipples couldn’t adequately vent it all, then said blimps just started growing! It took until they covered most of her body and were several feet wider that her torso each before her teats became large enough to handle all the flow, staining the pool’s water white and leaving both pandas feeling exceedingly warm once it began swirling around them. But that wasn’t all; not even in the slightest. Her tits took the lion’s share of Damien’s eager donations, but her ass had long-since been neglected and wouldn’t be having it any more. What her bust didn’t steal for itself would settle mostly on her rear and thighs, her body practically groaning as it turned more and more of that continuous downpour of seed into plush, pudgy panda meat, giving Dafang a figure that, while not perfectly symmetrical, was at least equally delectable both above and below the waist. Made for a wonderful way to get out of the pool too; the combined girth of her asscheeks and thighs, by the time they were done growing, was enough to push most of her above the waterline. They too were wider than she was, though that was hardly an achievement by that point; most of her assets could claim that accolade. A long, drawn-out breath followed Damien removing himself from within his partner, hoping to fall backwards onto the water but instead sinking into Dafang’s cleavage instead. The latter sputtered and coughed, globs of thick spunk erupting from her mouth and coating the topside of her tits for several seconds before she found a way to clear her airways, and even then she was still struggling with the immense load inside of her. Their belly didn’t escape the ravages of Damien’s delivery; while her bust and rear had taken a significant chunk away from it, she was still… well, not fat, really, but bloated, enough to make it slightly embarrassing. She could only imagine what things were gonna be like after they rested, especially given how her boytoy seemed about as big and ready to go as always. In fact, if she wasn’t seeing things, his balls seemed bigger than they were before he had a go at her. And his cock was throbbing even harder. … and that was certainly not a glint of platonic love in his eyes. She might’ve bitten off a bit more than she could chew. [a]BOOKMARK

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Title: Truck Stop by the roo Tags: Anal, Bathroom, Beagle, Glory hole, Labrador, M/M, Oral, dirty, truck stop, trucker Warning: 18+ Naughty stuff The thirty year old beagle pulled his big rig into the truck stop which was surprisingly near empty. Ace preferred it that way, less people to get on his nerves. He took one last look at the familiar picture leaning against his windshield. It was the one with Shayde and Roo wrapped around him naked in his bed, the athletic lab and the big Kangaroo squeezing his skinny twinkish body. He coughed to himself, adjusting his dirty, green t-shirt over his big husky belly. He had changed a lot since then. Throwing on his green truckers cap, he popped the truck door and stepped out. He adjusted his jeans and ran his thumbs along the rim of his pants, straightening out the straps of his jock strap. A few people were watching him fix himself with disgusted looks, but he had learned from the Roo that he shouldn't care what people thought. With his heavy brown boots hitting the pavement, he stepped inside to get something to eat while the pit stop employees hooked their system up to his truck. Most of the lighters were off when Ace walked into the bathroom stalls outside by the trucks. Hitting the lights, only half came on, leaving the stalls in the dark. It was getting close one twenty-five in the morning and his eight inch, knotted cock was starting to ache against his jock strap. Throwing open the stall on the far left, he placed his paw over the glory hole on his right as he pulled his meat out of his pants, using his paw tips to fondle the head of his red, pointed prick while groping the pads on his palms again his knot. He moaned and nearly drooled, inhaling the thick, unclean stink of his dirty crotch. The door to the bathroom suddenly opened and Ace listened over his shoulder, hopeful, his prick throbbing in his paw. Waiting patiently with his ears raised, he noticed the stall next to him open and shut. Besides the odor of piss, Ace took in the rich scent of another dog next door. It almost seemed familiar. Another dog was rare, usually there were horses or bears, but he hadn't had a dog in a while. The beagle groaned hard, lifting his shirt up past his pecs and tweaking his dark nubs while letting his drooling cock hang between his legs. He was getting so horny he almost wanted to beg whoever it was to read the note by the hole on the other side. He saw a pair of big, ebony foot-paws in tan sandals step near the wall separating the two stalls. And then he saw a pair of shorts and a belt fall around the dog's ankles. Ace's heart jumped, the adrenaline pumping through his body as he lifted his fat, red rod to the hole. This was one of the best parts, the risk he took putting his cock into that hole. As his pointed head moved past the arrow that said, "Fuck hole" he gasped and moaned as he felt a warm, wet muzzle and tongue wrap around his shaft. Whoever it was, they were use to sucking cock. Lapping at the roof of his muzzle, Ace tweaked his throbbing chest nubs while bucking his hips, throat fucking the dog on the other side. Hearing the gagging sounds through the wall, the beagle trucker wished he could grab the back of the dog's head and push him down till he choked on Ace's thick meat. Ace couldn't help but admire the male as they took as much of his cock that he could push through the hole. But when he felt the stale air of the stall against his spit covered cock, he kneeled on the floor, waiting for more. He was surprised by a long, flowing black tail and a loose little pucker. Obviously the guy wasn't a virgin. Without hesitation he pushed his thick slobbery tongue into the other male's hole, twisting his pink muscle left and right, making the dog squirm. Ace's cock jumped and throbbed as the dog moaned, inhaling the thick scent of the male's sweaty ass crack. When the male's hole was nice and lubed with his spit, Ace stood up and spread his legs, positioning his meat against the dog's waiting hole, giving off a deep moan as he pushed in. It utterly drove the husky beagle crazy as the male's hole greedily swallowed his rock hard dick. The wall of the bathroom stall rocked and the dog's ass made loud tapping sounds each time his butt cheeks slammed into the stall and Ace's cock. The beagle grabbed onto the stall as he threw his head back and growled, "FUCK, this hole is amazing!" Huffing and panting as he fucked the dog raw, he grabbed the male's tail and road him hard, pulling his hips back before slamming them forward. Pounding the hole, he heard the dog next door slam his palms into the next stall over. A loud clanking sound caught Ace's attention and he looked down to see a can of black fur spray roll towards the males. Too busy fucking the glory hole bitch's butt, he woofed as he felt himself getting close. The stink of the two dogs filled the bathroom as their bodies started to sweat from the harsh, raw fucking. Ace desperately wanted to grab this sexy dog's ass to jack hammer his insides. The more he pounded the guy's butt, the bigger his knot throbbed until it was straining to push into the warm pucker. "Fuck, I'M GONNA CUM!" Leaning back and swinging his hips into the slutty male behind the wall, Ace looked down at the male's foot-paws, hearing him moan before jizz dripped onto the floor. Yanking on the dog's tail, Ace slammed his cock home, his balls pumping loads of jizz into the male's hole, his knot tapping against the other male's rim. Panting and heaving, the dirty trucker was half disappointed, wanting to have tied to that sexy butt. Licking his lips, he uttered a moan as the dog pulled off his cock which was dripping his hot dog cum on the floor, pooling with that already on the floor. Lifting his paw to wipe away the sweat on his brow, he froze when he noticed the black dye on his paw. Looking down at the tail poking through the glory hole, he saw a glint of yellow. "Hey stud...you're not completely black...are you?" All of a sudden, whoever was next door pulled up their clothes and opened the stall before slamming it behind him. "HEY, WAIT!" But when Ace went to try and pull his cock out of the glory hole, he sadly realized he was a little stuck, his swollen knot way too big for the small cut out. A little confused, he sat there in a half squat, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as he shot dog jizz all over the stall next door. He was suddenly overjoyed that this was one of his usual stops.

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Title: DSOTM: The Host with the Most Part 1 by danath Tags: Alien, Breast Growth, Cock Growth, Female, Hermaphrodite, Lioness, Masturbation, Tentacles, parasite, strange \_Danath's Story of the Month is chosen by readers like you! Visit [http://www.danath.com/](http://www.danath.com/) to vote on a new story (or a continuation of a previous one) each month. \_ \* \* \* Tawny did not like camping. The lioness was far more comfortable in urban jungles than natural ones. High heels, short skirts, and tight designer t-shirts made her happy. She had the body of a model and knew how to flaunt it, which she used to shamelessly attract all kinds of offers, phone numbers, and job opportunities. Her best friend, Marie, however, thought getting out into nature would do the city kitty some good. They'd been friends forever, but neither was quite sure why. Their lists of overlapping interests usually came down to who would be eliminated from their favorite reality show. Marie, a broad-shouldered equine, didn't share Tawny's taste in fashion, entertainment, or even men. She was pretty enough, in a farm-girl sort of way, but she didn't care about looks and often went without makeup or fancy clothes. The equine was nearly matronly, for being all of twenty-nine years old. Still, she'd insisted Tawny accompany her on a camping trip. They hadn't spent any quality time together in a few months and wouldn't it be fun to get out of the city, just the two of them, and go explore a national park? Tawny shrugged and agreed. Marie was her best friend, after all, and it meant she could drag Marie to a few clubs and set her up on blind dates in return. But now, out here in all this nature, Tawny was seriously reconsidering her opinion of the idea. The air was heavy and wet and cold, still being fairly early in spring, and the ground was soggy. She hadn't brought enough socks and was having to constantly dry them in front of the fire. The food was... well, Tawny had developed a taste for fine dining thanks to a succession of rich playboys with whom she'd associated for as long as they entertained her. Camp food didn't make her want to stay any longer than she had to. Marie loved it, of course, but she'd been raised by parents who took her to parks, not to cocktail parties. It was well into the night and Tawny was staring glumly into the fire, watching her socks dry out on a log lying next to it. Marie sat across from her. "You had a good time today, right?" the chestnut mare asked. "Yeah... I mean, you know I'm not into camping, but the hike was nice," Tawny said. "Those trees were really cool, the old ones." And she had thought so, surprisingly. Camping was nice when it was walking. It was the part where she had to spend the night she most disagreed with the notion. "They are, right? That's why I wanted to come here," Marie said. She paused suddenly and pointed upwards before letting out a surprised gasp. "Oh, look! Up in the sky!" "Oh, wow... a shooting star!" Tawny said, eyes wide. "It's beautiful..." The bright fiery blaze passed by slowly, brighter than any other star. So close, Tawny wondered for a moment whether it was going to strike somewhere in the park. She watched it pass overhead until it disappeared beyond the tall, inky trees. "How cool was that!" Marie said, grinning at the lioness, who smiled back. The mare stood, stretched her arms and yawned. "I think I'm going to go to sleep... how about you?" Tawny nodded at her socks. "I'm gonna wait for them to finish and then I'll put out the fire." "You want a pair of earplugs? It can get surprisingly noisy out here," Marie said. "I use 'em all the time." "Nah, I'll be okay." "Okay... see you in the morning, then." Marie went off to her tent, leaving Tawny alone by the fire. The tents were small, lightweight affairs, easy to assemble and carry. There was one for each of them. Marie also supplied Tawny with a sleeping bag and some other items the lioness wouldn't have possessed otherwise. Tawny pulled her jacket more tightly around her shoulders against the chill of the night, but was only able to last about ten more minutes before she put out the fire, picked up her socks, and crawled into her tent. She undressed and wriggled her way into her sleeping bag. It wasn't as uncomfortable as she imagined and the exhausted feline quickly fell into a deep sleep. Nearby, nestled in a cracked hull of meteoric origin, a faintly glowing blue shape slithered out of its ship's final resting place. The parasite sensed living creatures all around and it shivered with anticipation. Their journeys were long and lonesome and some never reached a planet, let alone a planet with life. It moved slowly, undulating across the carpet of leaves, shivering violently in the chill air. It sensed larger sources of heat and life nearby and headed for them, picking the nearest one. It easily breached the nylon carapace surrounding the creature inside and rolled up next to it, only to discover more of the dead organic material surrounding it. Understanding dawned slowly on the parasite. These creatures were not only alive, but intelligent. What luck! What absolute luck! It shivered with joy and glowed brighter blues before subduing itself back to its fainter hue. Can't waste energy now. Not when so close... It pushed up towards the open end of the creature and squeezed slowly between it and the organic wrapping. It shivered again at the heat radiating from the creature's body, already picking up cues from its DNA and morphology as to how best to invade. Tawny, being so deeply asleep, didn't notice the gentle rippling on her fur until something started working between her legs. She woke up, eyes wide, and panicked - but there was precious little room to maneuver. And whatever it was in the sleeping bag with her, it was working quickly. Tawny went still as she felt the smooth, long thing push between her leg and enter her body. Then the lioness screamed and reached down and tried to grab at whatever it was, but her hands slipped off the slick, wriggling tail-like thing. She tried again, but it was gone - completely inside her. She tried to get out of the sleeping bag, but a sudden wave of pleasure made her muzzle open wide. The lioness's slim hips pushed upwards against the sleeping bag as an orgasm spontaneously erupted between her legs, drenching her inner thighs. She looked at her paws, breathing hard. In the dim light of the moon in the otherwise dark tent, the fluid left from her attempt to grab the... thing... glowed in a dull bio-luminescent shade of blue. Tawny didn't have much time to contemplate, however, because she felt a strange wriggling and pulsing in her lower body. The thing had successfully invaded, and now it was converting its host to its own purpose. Tawny clutched at the sleeping bag and wriggled, moaning madly as her pussy began to throb with arousal again - this time, not letting up. Pressure grew inside her body as well. She ran her paws down her belly and felt something thick coiling around and rolling out against her skin. She pushed at it, trying vainly to push it right back out of her. The lioness's nipples began to tingle. She finally managed to scoot out of the sleeping bag and was shocked to see the same blue, glowing fluid dripping from her nipples, staining the golden fur on her generous breasts. What she saw next really shocked her. Two pointed, glowing blue tentacles pushed right out of her fat pink nipples. She stared in horror as they grew longer and thicker, growing out until they were at least a foot long each. They weaved back and forth, as though sensing the air around them, before turning their attentions to the lioness herself. Each began to slither and wrap around her breasts, coating them in the blue fluid. Tawny couldn't help but moan loudly as she felt the stimulating effects the fluid had on her skin. Her nipples ached as the two tentacles started growing again; soon they were working down over her bulging and rippling belly, coating most of her stomach with fluid. Her breasts felt tighter, as well. Feeling them, unable to help but squeeze them as pleasure ran through her, she felt the same coiling bulges in her heavy breasts as were in her belly. The tentacles were making themselves at home in her body, finding available space and filling it - and then stretching it larger. Tawny's paws grasped as the tentacles from where they emerged from her nipples and went rigid with shock. Shi could feel herself touching them. They were, she realized with astonishment, part of her body now. The tentacles had successfully integrated themselves into the host's nervous system and were busily rewiring her entire body. Tawny fell back and writhed with pleasure as she felt something new happening between her legs. A thick tentacle pushed out over her belly, but from where? She looked down and moaned. She had a sheath, just like a male, but instead of a cock, it contained an incredibly thick and long blue tentacle. It was prehensile, like the others, but not as flexible. The tip was rounded over, not pointed, and it grew and grew and grew, until it was pulsing gently between her growing breasts. She shuddered as she felt another change, and reached down to feel her rapidly ballooning testicles. They weren't really balls, in the traditional sense. The lioness could feel the coils of tentacles inside, ready to feed her "shaft" when necessary. They were growing huge, larger by the moment, easily as big as her head. Pleasure was swamping her body - the method the tentacle used to subdue its host. It was using her DNA to modify her body, calling out both male and female as necessary in order to increase its living quarters, so to speak. Already the lioness's massive chest was G-cup but quickly expanding larger yet. The tentacles from her nipples slipped over her fur, teasing and prodding her, and causing her to moan even louder. Surely Marie would hear and investigate and help her, right? That was when Tawny remembered the mare's earplugs. The big tentacle, her "cock," slithered further up her body and over her neck. It forced itself between her lips, and she closed her eyes as she felt the sensations transfer down the tentacle and into her own pleasure centers. She gripped the thing around the middle and stroked it. The blue tentacle, as thick as her thigh at the middle, wriggled in her grip appreciatively. More blue fluid, thicker than the rest, pumped into her muzzle and coated her tongue. She moaned around the blue tip as she suckled and caressed the tentacle, unable to help herself. Her pussy orgasmed constantly, and though she couldn't see it, the color of her juices was gradually turning a dark shade of blue. Tawny's eyes opened wide as she felt something unusual happening in her muzzle. She pulled off the cock-tentacle and stuck out her tongue - only it wasn't her tongue anymore. The thick blue tentacle pushed, or rather rolled, from her muzzle wetly, dripping thick blue goop down over her already smeared chest fur. She found she could control this one, to a point, and watched in amazement as it stretched farther and farther. Soon the tip was down past her stretched nipples, and she discovered it was easy to swing the broad, oval-shaped tentacle around. When Tawny wanted to bring it back into her muzzle, it left a thick helping of goop over her lips, which tingled delightfully. They plumped up considerably and began to change to a light blue shade. Her nipples, too, were changing color, matching the fluid leaking from so many of her orifices already. Her golden fur remained, fortunately for her vanity. She wriggled around in the tent for what seemed like hours, gasping and moaning, enjoying each successive blast of orgasmic pleasure more than the last, until at long last the strange creature figured it had made itself quite enough at home. The parasite relinquished control to the lioness, content its job was done, duty to procreate fulfilled. Tawny lay still, flat on her back, arms and legs spread, gasping for breath as her tongue-tentacle retreated, her massive cock-tentacle shrunk into its sheath, and her nipples pulled back in, until they resembled her original teats once more, save for their bright blue color. Her stained, slicked fur smeared under her paws as she hefted her huge new breasts, which felt dense and heavy. Her powerful balls rolled over her thighs and she shivered at the sensation. She could feel the living thing inside of her and grunted, shuddering as she realized she could not exert some semblance of control over it. Experimentation quickly followed. Tawny rapidly discovered how to extend the tentacles. Hardwired into her own natural nervous system, it was easy to get them to grow, to thicken, or to shrink and hide themselves away. The parasite was obviously adept at remaining unhidden beyond a few tell-tale signs, such as her blue lips and nipples. Tawny considered her situation as her paws roamed her body, prodding at her slightly plump belly, her rotund bottom, her amazing breasts, and her huge sac. She wasn't sure at this point what to think. She didn't like the idea of playing host to an alien life form, but it did feel amazing. She pushed her tongue out of her muzzle and licked over her nose. It looked, for all appearances, like a regular, albeit blue, tongue, and it wasn't until she focused and tried to grow it that it assumed a more tentacle-like appearance, thickening and growing, weaving around in front of her wide eyes. The lioness began to purr as she felt the warmth radiating inside her body. Occasional movements could be seen under her skin, especially in her breasts and sac, where the coiled up tentacles moved slowly, like a hand under a blanket. A sense of bliss invaded Tawny's mind as the merger between her consciousness and the creature's completed, unifying them permanently. The lioness felt a peaceful, loving emotion radiating from the pit of her belly, where she assumed the creature had placed its mind - or whatever alien equivalent it held. A sound caused the lioness's ears to rotate. Snoring. A horse's snores, echoing in the night, from just nearby. Tawny had nearly forgotten about Marie. What would she think? There was no way she could really hide all these changes from the mare, though it might be possible, with the right dress and makeup, to cover her bulging sheath and bright blue lips, thicker and fuller and grander than any collagen injections could supply. A peculiar thought made itself known to Tawny. She wasn't quite sure whether it was her own, or perhaps supplied by the alien. Why not, the thought went, simply give Marie the same gift? Rather than explain... show her. The thought thrilled Tawny and excited her so much her tentacle cock peeked out of her fuzzy golden sheath momentarily. Of course she couldn't do that to Marie, could she? Bu the knowledge was there. The alien realized it had chosen a very good planet, and that these creatures could pass its offspring between them. Tawny knew it as well as the alien and shivered with excitement at the knowledge. Never before had the parasite encountered such perfect mammalian hosts. In fact, the union was more perfect than any other of its species, Tawny understood somehow. It was almost as though they were a brand new species, the two of them. And being the only one of your species was a very lonely feeling indeed. Tawny purred deeply and rubbed her paws over the swells of her HHH-cup breasts and shivered as she felt a bit of movement under her taut pelt. Marie would make a fine host, she thought. The alien heartily agreed. To be continued?

FSE

Title: Maurice Ch. 02 Tags: maurice, vampire, new orleans, regina, annie I looked outside, it as going to be a beautiful but very hot and humid day. I wondered what Regina and her cousin Annie had planned for the day. I also hoped that Regina wasn't in too much distress because of the holes that I had left in the memory that I planted. I decided to start my inquiries about 1989 this morning, I knew that there wouldn't be any of my kind out unless they were like me or half human-yes there are a few like that but as I think I mentioned, there are other types of beings that live here. I took a shower, something else that I really don't have to do but that I enjoy just as I do driving and I get dressed. I choose casual wear because I don't want to be conspicuous and who knows what I'm going to run into? Just like in the human world, we have our problems with drugs (the selling of), slavery-(more people go missing in this city than any other), murders, gangs and turf wars. Am I worried? No I'm not. Why? Because like Baron, others tend to underestimate me because of my appearance but even so, I can kick some serious ass and not break a sweat. I am well aware that I sound quite full of myself but I am only stating fact. I looked at my balding head and thought again about just shaving it off, as it stood now, I looked older than the forty-one that I was supposed to be in human years. I made a snap decision, I was going with the bald look, what could it hurt? I called for Olivia who came in no time flat. What is my relationship to her? What you really want to know is if I'm fucking her. Not that it's any of your business but the answer is no, Olivia is.... How can I say this? Different and that's all I'm going to say about her other than she's one hell of a servant. I told her what I wanted and in a few minutes, my head was completely bald. It took me several minutes to make the adjustment but when I did, I decided that I liked it; it took away from that Benjamin Franklin look. I actually looked younger. "What do you think?" I asked Olivia. "I like it sire, you have such a nicely shaped head." she replied. "Nicely sh..... Never mind." I said as I ran a hand over my bald head. "I am going out and I want you to do something for me while I'm gone." "Yes Sire?" "Go online and see if anything stranger than usual here happened in 1989. Check for missing persons especially women and if you can use some of your contacts and see if they know anything." I was about to leave when I remembered something else. "Also check into that convent where the windows are boarded up. Put your report on my desk." "Yes sire." Olivia can find her way around the internet even better than I can and it's because she has the patience and she loves doing the research. I would be surprised if she told me that she hadn't found anything because as I said, the woman is a whiz on the computer and she does have a few contacts that I don't have. The day is already hot and humid but that doesn't bother me. The question that I am asking myself is where to start and how do I want to get there. Traffic is relatively light but then there is the parking issue, walking would take care of a variety of things and I can vanish or fly of I choose so walking it is. As to where I start, I think I'll go to the alley; someone or something may be there. \*\*\*\*\*\* Annie and I ate breakfast in silence. I know what she's thinking; she's thinking that I should go to the hospital for a rape kit. I won't go because I wasn't raped or molested in anyway. I'm not going to tell her that I don't remember where I went with the man from the group or how I even came to be in bed; she'd want me to go for an MRI or CT scan. I want to leave and go anyplace but here. Even now in the daylight I'm scared. I know that if I could figure out what happened in 1989 I might feel better but I don't want to remember. What do I remember? I remember being so excited to be going on vacation. We had never gone on vacation as a family before and we all saved our allowances so we would have spending money. There were three of us and I was the oldest of the three, my brothers Daniel and Edward were considerably less excited about the trip than I was. They were worried about their girlfriends finding new boyfriends while they were gone. Why did we pick New Orleans? I don't really remember, isn't that strange? I can remember everything about getting ready for the trip except for why we chose to come here. I can still remember being packed the week before we were going to leave and counting and recounting the money that I had saved for the trip. 100.00 dollars that I made from baby sitting and selling some of my clothes that I no longer needed or wore. I even remember setting my alarm clock for 3:00 AM because we were leaving at five. Mom and dad were already up, I could hear them talking downstairs and I could smell the coffee as it brewed. Mom was probably packing up the sandwiches that I helped her make the night before and dad was already loading the car, he had insisted that we have our luggage by the front door the evening before. Daniel and Edward were still in bed and wouldn't get up until the last minute meaning 4:15, it would give them enough time to get in the shower and get dressed just before we pulled out. The closer to the time it came to leave came, the more the time seemed to slow down and then suddenly, it was time to go. The date? Saturday June 3, 1989 two days before my fifteenth birthday and that made the trip that much more special, I would be on vacation for my birthday. We would be gone for almost two weeks, something else that was new, we were never away from home for more than a night and that was a rare occurrence. Now that I'm thinking about it, there are so many things that didn't seem strange at the time but they seem strange now. Like what? The trip itself and how I don't remember how we selected New Orleans, the length of time that we were gone and where the money for the trip came from. My parents were working class people; a two week vacation was a fantasy that we had all talked about ever since I can remember. Where had that money come from? I remember now, it was a prize that my mother won from her job, no, that's not right. Her employers, that's it, her employers gave her the money for....something....why in the hell can't I remember? \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I took my time walking to the alley, I was in no particular hurry so I window shopped and stopped for a cup of coffee. I finally got to the alley where Baron and I fought over Regina, there was no one there but I decided to wait for a while. I had been waiting for about an hour when the first being that I was going to talk to showed up. He didn't see me at first as he was looking in front of him but I recognized him for what he was, a minor demon probably out doing some task for his master. "Good morning!" I said startling him. He turned around to see who had spoken to him. He didn't speak but watched me warily, it was clear that he knew what I was but not who. I sat not moving until the demon relaxed slightly, I took a sip of my coffee and looked around, if this demon knew something, then I didn't want others to know that he had spoken to me. "What is your name?" I asked. "M...Mortimer." he replied nervously. "Don't be afraid, I only want to talk to you." I said still not moving. "W...why?" "Were you here in 1989?" I asked. "I was here." he replied nervously. "Did anything unusual happen in the supernatural world that year?" I asked. "No," he said a little too quickly. "Are you certain? You answered very quickly." I replied. Before I knew it, he was gone. Inadvertently he had answered my question, something had happened that year and Regina was either a part of it or saw something that she shouldn't have seen. I also knew something else; she was in a great deal of danger but from whom? \*\*\*\*\*\* I didn't want to leave the room but Annie had paid for a cooking class of some kind. That seemed harmless enough so I went. As we walked to the class, I looked around. I had the feeling that I was being watched but I didn't see anyone, that it might be a something didn't occur to me. I decided that I was just being paranoid and tried to have a good time for Annie's sake. It turned out that I really enjoyed the cooking class, Annie and I each bought the kit that had a cookbook which the teacher signed and some spices that included real vanilla. Because we got to eat what was cooked, we didn't have to buy lunch. That afternoon we took the river cruise which I loved, I've always found the water relaxing even though I don't swim. I closed my eyes and blocked out the voice of the man talking about the land marks only opening them and listening when he mentioned the 9th ward and hurricane Katrina. To be honest with you, I could have stayed on that boat for the whole day, it was the only place other than my room that I can say that I felt totally safe. After the boat tour, Annie wanted to go to the casino, I'm not much of a gambler but I figured what the hell? It would be nice to win enough to pay for this trip and have a little extra for a nice dinner at a really fancy place. We caught a cab to 'Harrah's' and walked in. Annie's eyes lit up at the sound of the slot machines and the bright flickering lights, I happened to look at her and felt a stab of fear. For just a second, I wasn't looking at Annie's eyes, it had to be my imagination I thought to myself, it was just the lighting. "Reggie? You alright?" Annie asked. "I'm fine." I replied relaxing, I was just seeing things. We walked around the casino for several minutes before deciding to stop and play. Annie chose a game called 'angels and devils' that gave me the creeps. She wanted me to play the one next to her but I just couldn't make myself sit down at that machine. I made up some excuse and walked off feeling better the further away from the machine I got that was until I passed one that had something to do with vampires. As soon as I saw it, my heart began to pound and I began to shake. I started to back away from it and backed into an extremely tall man. I turned to excuse myself and wished that I hadn't, his eyes were a bright green like those of a cat but that wasn't the problem, they were glowing and I don't mean like... I don't know what I mean but it wasn't normal. I backed away from him and went in the opposite direction not caring that it would take me past the vampire slot machines. I kept walking until I reached the far end of the aisle, I turned around to see him still standing there and watching me. I looked around for Annie and found her ten minutes later playing a dollar machine and winning. "Look at that!" she said excitedly. She was up by seven-hundred dollars but then she was usually lucky. "I guess that fancy dinners on me." she said as she pushed the button and won another fifty dollars. I really wanted to leave but I hated to break her winning streak, I would never hear the end of it so I proposed that I go back to the room and that we go for dinner whenever she got back. Annie was so engrossed in winning that I had to make sure that she heard me. "I heard you." she said rather irritably. "I'll see you later." I checked to see if the tall green-eyed man was anywhere around and made my way to the front where I caught a cab back to the hotel. I made my way to the room and locked myself in, other than the boat this was the other place in which I felt safe. I found myself trying to figure out a way to stay in the room until we had to leave and came up empty handed. I could say that I was sick and that might work for a day or two but after that, Annie would take me to the ER. But a day or two was better than nothing I decided as I took off my clothes and put on my house robe and slippers. I just had to come up with an illness that Annie wouldn't question. I sat on the bed and turned on the television ready to relax when the hotel phone rang. I frowned wondering who could possibly be calling me. I answered the phone to hear a familiar voice. "Regina? This is Maurice Delgado. How are you?" The man from last night but why was he calling me? "I'm fine thanks." I replied not knowing what else to say. "Good, I am pleased to hear that." he said. "I am close to your hotel and was wondering if you would join me for a cup of coffee?" "I appreciate the offer but I just got in and I'm whipped." I said hoping that he'd take the hint. "I see, how about dinner this evening? Have you tried our red beans and rice?" "No, I haven't but Mr. Delgado..." "Maurice if you please." he interrupted. "Maurice." I said and then started again. "Thank you for the invitation but my cousin and I have plans for dinner." "She is more than welcome to join us, shall we say six? I will wait for you down in the lobby." he said and then hung up. I stared at the phone, the arrogant little jerk! I would have called him back if I had a way to reach him but either way, I wasn't leaving this room. When I thought about it, the number of the hotel room that I stayed in was 415, it took me a minute to realize that this was the same hotel and the same room but it was redone. How could I not remember that? There was another thing; my mother told me that her employers wanted me to have a room to myself since it was going to be my birthday. When we checked in, I was supposed to be in room 416 but I liked my brother's room better and they actually agreed to switch with me. My parents tried to get us to switch back but we refused, at the time, I didn't think too much of it but now I'm beginning to wonder about a lot of things. It's been twenty -two years since I've been here and not once in those twenty-two years have I questioned that trip but now it seemed important that I know what happened here, why the thought of vampires terrify me and what it is about this room that makes me feel safe. I think that being here is causing some memories to come back but not enough that I can figure out what's going on. My brothers, something about my brothers, they came here with us but.... When I tried to remember, a sharp pain went through my head. I sat on the bed and tried to breathe through the pain, something happened to my brothers here. But what? Another pain went through my head, this one sharper than the last. It looked like I wouldn't have to make up an excuse not to go out tonight. I thought about my brothers again and my head pounded, I tried to remember when I had spoken to them last. Just last week, they called to wish me an early happy birthday. They said that they couldn't make it back to the states in time and that they would be going to some undisclosed location. I jumped up; my birthday was in two days, this it can't be a coincidence. I mean the last time I was here was on my birthday and I'm here again for another birthday. That has to mean something although what escapes me. As soon as I stopped thinking about my brothers and why I was here, the pain in my head disappeared. I lay down, closed my eyes and went to sleep. Annie came in around five-thirty 1200.00 richer and woke me up. "Why aren't you dressed?" she asked. "Our dinner date is waiting downstairs." "Dinner date? What dinner date? I asked. "Maurice Delgado, he said he talked to you about taking us to dinner tonight." Annie said as she stripped so that she could take a quick shower. "Annie, why don't you go?" I suggested. "I really don't feel too good." "What's wrong?" she asked concerned as she felt my forehead. "You don't have a fever; maybe you need a good dinner so get up and get dressed." "Annie...." "Come on! Chop chop lets go!" I didn't want to go but I was forced into it. I redressed and waited for Annie to get ready. I want to go home. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I waited in the alley to see if anyone else showed up, a few other beings showed up but none of them had been here in 1989. After they left, I took my leave and started walking; it came to me that I needed to make contact with Regina. I had to mark her in some way, it would protect her from all of the lesser beings, give most of the higher beings pause and it would only tell those who were master vampires and demons that she belonged to me. Theoretically, she should be off limits once marked but as we all know things don't always work the way that they're supposed to and there is this- she was pulled back her for a reason and whatever happened back then predates my mark. After a while I end up at the Royal Sonesta where Regina and her cousin Annie are staying. I called up to the room and was pleasantly surprised when Regina answered the phone. I fully expected her to decline my dinner invitation but I am not one who easily accepts the answer "no". I asked at the desk if both ladies were in using compulsion to get an honest answer. Both ladies left but only one of them came back, I asked for a description of the one who came back and knew it to be Regina. After thanking the hotel personnel, I called Regina. She tried to decline dinner but I wouldn't allow it. I knew that she would plan not to show so I waited for Annie to come in. "Annie, I am Maurice Delgado, we met last evening." "Oh sure, you're the one who took Reggie out for coffee last night." she replied. "Reggie?" I asked. "Regina, I call her Reggie." "I see." I replied. I hated the nickname and it would never be used by me. "I spoke with Regina this afternoon and invited the two of you to join me for dinner at six. Did she not mention it?" I asked knowing damn well that she hadn't. "No she didn't. I'm sorry about that, she should have called me. And yes six is perfect; we'll see you in a half hour." I watched as Annie rushed toward the elevator. I knew that if anyone could get Regina out of the room it would be her. I had just settled in to wait when I sensed one of my kind in the hotel lobby. As I mentioned before, I try to interact as little as possible with others of my kind but I sensed that this one wanted to speak with me. I walked over to him and looked up at him and waited for him to speak. "What in the hell are you doing here?" he hissed. "Do you mean here or do you mean in New Orleans? I asked. "Both!" he snapped. "I find it curious that you are just now questioning my presence especially since I have been in New Orleans for several months." I said ignoring the vampire's tone. "So why are you just now saying something?" He seemed to have no real answer which told me something, he was working for someone else. "Who are you working for?" I asked. He didn't answer me but issued what I took to be a warning. "Stay away from things that don't concern you." "Are you talking about Regina?" I asked not really expecting an answer but getting one. "That and other things." he replied. I grew tired of the game and wanted a straight answer. "Who sent you?" I asked and gave a mental push. Yes I can compel other vampires with the exception of those who were equal or close to my standing. I had just learned something else, whoever sent this vampire had no idea of what I could do. It he did, he wouldn't have chosen this one to give me a message, he would have found another way to communicate with me. "I was sent by....." "Oh look! There he is!" I heard from behind me. "Maurice! We're ready!" Annie called out. "Who sent you?" I asked urgently hoping that the vampire would answer quickly. "Maurice!" Annie called out again but her voice was closer. "Tell me now!" I demanded. "..." "You brought a friend for me? How nice!" Annie said looking at the vampire. "Ah no." I said. "He was just leaving." I said as I pushed the vampire toward the door. I fully expected him to haul ass but he didn't. He turned toward Annie, took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. Annie twittered like a schoolgirl as the vampire further ingratiated himself with her. "I would be honored to have dinner with one as lovely as you." He said smiling at her and then winking at me. What in the fuck was this? I had been fooled! Whoever this vampire was, he was almost as strong as I was mentally if not physically. I now understood what was happening, not only was Regina being followed, so was I. How could I not have known that? And how could I have been so easily fooled? To be perfectly honest with you, I hadn't been expecting to be followed this soon if at all and because of my lack of foresight and caution, I had just given whoever or whatever that wanted Regina a way to access her. I had to mark her and as soon as possible. As to how I had been so easily taken in by this vampire, I would have to give some serious thought to. Regina stood back watching, I could tell that she wanted to do nothing more than go back to her room and had I understood the significance of her room, I would have taken her there myself and locked her in until it was time for her to go home. "Hello Regina." I said smiling at her. Her eyes widened, at first I thought it was because of my now bald head but then I realized that she knew what I was. I don't know how she knew but she did, why she didn't notice last night I don't know except to say that it was because she was angry and frightened. Now she was just scared, that fear turned into terror as she looked over at the vampire holding Annie's hand and saw that he was as I was. \*\*\*\*\*\* I tried to beg off but Annie wouldn't hear of it. "Stop being such a party pooper and come on!" Annie insisted grabbing my hand. As soon as we were in the hall, I missed the safety of my room and tried to go back in. This must be how agoraphobics feel I thought as Annie drug me down the hall and to the elevator chattering like a magpie the entire time. We took the elevator down with another couple who politely listened to Annie's excited chatter, I bit my tongue so that I wouldn't tell her to "shut the fuck up" the couple got off on the second floor. I know that it was to escape Annie because I saw them come out of the stairwell and go out of the door onto the street. When Annie caught sight of Maurice, she started waving and calling his name. "Annie shut up!" I hissed "That isn't even him!" "Yes it is." she said and called his name again. When he turned around, I saw that it was him minus the shoulder length dark hair. He was now completely bald and I have to admit that it was an improvement. He didn't look so old but he still wouldn't have drawn my attention, he was still very ordinary looking. Even as I watched him, there was something very odd about him but I couldn't figure out what. On the face of it, he looked like an ordinary mild mannered middle-aged man but one who had money even though he tried to dress as if he didn't. There was something not right about the man with him as well even though he looked normal too. "Oh look! Maurice brought someone for me too!" Annie gushed as she drug me across the hotel lobby calling Maurice's name the entire time. The thing that I noticed was that Maurice and the other man weren't friends, I don't know how I knew that, but maybe it was the body language. The other thing was this, the man appeared to be afraid of Maurice but he really wasn't, at least not much, nervous was a better word but whatever; I was scared and I wanted to run back to the room and I would have if Annie hadn't had my hand in a vise like grip. She didn't let my hand go until we were a foot or so away from Maurice and whoever the man was. Something.... Something..... Oh fuck! They.... I was going to back away when Maurice called my name. I knew what they were, they were the things that.... That... they were vampires, both of them but of the two the tall, handsome one holding Annie's hand terrified me more than Maurice did. I knew him from somewhere but where? Why would I know a vampire? And how did I know that's what he was? Before Annie noticed, I was in the elevator frantically pushing the buttons. I heard her calling my name just as the doors closed. As soon as the elevator reached my floor, I tore out of it like a bat out of hell and rand down the hall pulling the room key out of my pocket as I ran. My hands shook as I tried to put the key into the slot and then dropped it. I glanced around and saw no one as I picked the key up and managed to slip it into the slot. The whirring sound of the lock opening was like music to my ears. I pushed the door open and ducked inside relishing the feeling of safety that immediately surrounded me. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Annie ran after Regina as soon as she realized that she was in the elevator. The vampire and I watched Annie leave without commenting. When the women were gone, I turned to him; we had a conversation to finish. "Who the fuck are you?" I asked. For a moment, I didn't think that he was going to answer. "Tremaine at your service." he said with a fake smile flashing a bit of fang. Tremaine? This did not bode well. Tremaine while not at the top of the heap wasn't too far below it, he was working for someone and there had to be something substantial in it for him. One such as he didn't work for free. "So you're working as a lapdog these days." I said deliberately baiting him. "I am no one's lap dog little man." he snapped. "Really? Then how is it that you are spending your evening following me?" I asked. He had no answer for this. "Who is holding your leash?" I asked. "And what little doggie treats are they giving you?" "The warning was just that a warning." he said. "You are interfering with something that doesn't concern you." I raised my eyebrows at him, "Regina is my concern as she is my mate. I formally lay claim to her here and now. She is under my protection as is her cousin Annie. Tell your owner that I have received his message and I am sending one of my own, he is to stay away from Regina and her cousin or I will kill him and anyone that he sends to harm them." Tremaine looked me over, started to say something and thought better of it. He nodded and walked out of the hotel without looking back. What the fuck was going on and what did it have to do with Regina? I left the hotel after another moment and went back to the alley where I killed Baron. Someone or something should be there by now, maybe I'll find out something more about what happened in 1989. Surprisingly, no one was there which was odd because this was a popular spot. It didn't take me long to realize that the word about me had already been spread and no one was going to risk their life to help me. I went home hoping that Olivia had been more productive than I had been. Dinner was in the oven when I got home. It was always like this, Olivia always made dinner even though she had idea of when or even if I would be home. It smelled delicious as always and I decided to eat before I went to my office. Tonight it was liver and onions with potatoes cooked in a gravy, I took my time eating as there was no need to rush. I was confident that Regina was safe as long as she stayed in her room and as frightened as she was there was no danger of her going out. I rinsed the dishes and left them in the sink before heading to my office. I stopped by the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and a piece of fruit and continued on my way. I unlocked my office, stepped inside and turned on the light, what I saw brought a smile to my lips; there were two folders on my desk. A yellow one and a red one, the yellow one contained things that Olivia thought that I might find interesting, the red one contained pertinent information related to what I was looking for. I picked up the red folder and then put it back down, if I didn't look at the yellow folder first I wouldn't look at it and that would hurt Olivia's feelings. As I suspected, it contained bits and pieces of trivia about 1989 New Orleans. I read through it and then set it aside to pick up the red folder. There were a number of disappearances that year but that's nothing new, there were several unsolved murders also nothing new-all of these came from human sources as did the next few pieces of information. Halfway through the folder, the events of the paranormal world started. The biggest event was the North American vampire conference, I had heard about it but opted not to attend, I go to more than my share of meetings for my work. Right after that article was another one that caught my attention. TWO HUMAN MALES TAKEN FROM HOTEL ROOM, PARENTS FRANTIC I don't know what it was about that headline that drew me but I continued to read. "Two human males were taken from their room at the Royal Sonesta on June 5, 1989. The human males, Daniel and Edward Hawkins were here visiting New Orleans with their family which includes their mother Dorothy, their father Paul and their sister Regina. If anyone knows the whereabouts of these human males, please return them to their family and no questions will be asked, all punishments will be waived. Anyone having any knowledge of this abduction please step forward, if the humans are found unharmed, you will be rewarded." At the end of the article was a contact number. There it was. This was how Regina came under the radar of my people but there had to be more to it, why was the supernatural world concerned with two missing human males? There was another article following the last one dated a day later. It was almost the same but there was an angry undertone to it. "RETURN THE HUMAN MALES NOW! ANYONE WHO HAS KNOWLEDGE OF THIS ABDUCTION AND HAS NOT STEPPED FORWARD WILL BE SEVERELY PUNISHED! Whatever was supposed to happen went to hell in a hand basket with the abduction of Regina's brothers. I wondered how it was that they came to be taken and why Regina would come back to a place that held such horrible memories, unless she didn't remember the circumstances. I kept reading through the file and from what I could gather, Regina's brothers were never found dead or alive so what had happened to them? I needed to talk to Annie. I wanted to know how they happened to be here so close to Regina's birthday and what she knew if anything about the abduction of Daniel and Edward Hawkins. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Annie didn't know what to do. I was shaking like a leaf and I had no idea of how to explain it to her without sounding like a lunatic. Yes I know that she loves vampire lore and all that comes with it but that doesn't mean that she believed in vampires. If I told her that Maurice and the other man were vampires, she'd have me 5150'd -put in a psychiatric facility against my will for evaluation. "What in the hell is wrong with you?" Annie asked as soon as she was through the door. "I told you that I didn't want to go." I said weakly. "So you just turn ass and run?" "Annie, I want to go home, you can stay if you want but I want to leave." I told her. I know that I sounded like I was whining, I was and I admit it. It was the fact that I was whining that caught Annie's attention; I wasn't and never have been a whiner. "Reggie, what's going on?" she asked as she sat on the bed next to me. "Annie, I can't stay here. Something really bad happened here but I can't remember what it is, I think .... I don't know what I think but I know that I have to leave." "But we've only been here for a night, and the money is non-refundable...." "I'll pay for it." I said "but please let's go." I begged. Before Annie could say anything, the phone rang. I listened as she talked and then flirted with Maurice Delgado. "Dinner? I would love to! What time? Ten? No that isn't too late, I'll see you soon." Annie hung up the phone and danced around the room, now here's the thing; remember that I said that Maurice Delgado was ordinary looking and that he wouldn't have attracted my attention on the street? Now that Annie was going to dinner with him, I felt.... Jealous is too strong of a word but I can't think of any other word right now that fit but I didn't say anything, and nothing and I mean nothing was going to get me out of that room. I watched Annie as she hummed and danced around the room as she changed her clothes to something decidedly sexier but not blatantly so. Apparently she thought that she was going to get laid by Maurice, something else that irked me. Why it bothered me, I don't know but it did but not enough that I wanted to tell her not to go. By 9:45, Annie was out of the door for a late dinner with Maurice. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* It occurred to me that Annie might have gotten the wrong idea and it would be an idea that I would have to correct. Don't get me wrong, Annie was very attractive but my cock didn't harden at the sight or thought of her, I was protecting her only because she was Regina's cousin. I was already in the lobby when Annie came down, as I said she was very attractive and if Regina weren't in the picture, I would have taken her to bed. Her manner of dress, a tight fitting top that showed of her breasts and a pair of jeans that accentuated her ass told me that I had assumed correctly, she thought that we were going to fuck after dinner. I chose a restaurant not far from the hotel where I am fairly well known. Annie was chattering away about anything and everything that popped into her head. I only half listened and did that thing that all males do whether they be human or vampire, I made the appropriate sounds in the appropriate places. To be honest with you, she was chattering so much that I don't even think she would have noticed if I hadn't made those little sounds of acknowledgement. Since I had called ahead, we were greeted at the door and taken to a table in the back away from prying eyes and ears. Believe me after realizing that I had been followed, all of my senses were on full alert and so far all was clear. Our server came over right away; I asked Annie if she would like an appetizer which she declined. We both ordered the red beans and rice of which I would eat very little of since I had already eaten dinner. I would take it home to Olivia, actually, I would order two extra servings for her, she loved the stuff but never left the house because she is agoraphobic. After the server left, Annie and I chatted about New Orleans and what she and Regina had lined up. It was a good opening for me to start asking questions. "How is Regina?" I asked. "Alright I guess. She's been acting funny ever since we got here." Annie replied. "How so?" I asked. "I don't know exactly, she seems nervous and she wants to leave." "Annie, did Regina ever tell you about her brothers?" "Danny and Eddie? Sure what about them?" she asked as she broke off a piece of warm bread and spread butter on it. "What does she say about them?" "That they came here for vacation, something happened but she doesn't remember what. Oh and there was this scare when the boys disappeared but they showed up later." "Where were they?" I asked. "I don't know, Regina said that they snuck out of the hotel to go exploring and got lost." Something wasn't adding up here, according to the articles, the boys had never been found. "Then what happened?" I asked. "Regina's parents got job offers that they couldn't refuse. Regina's mother worked for some rich family, that's who paid for the trip. Anyway, the man bought a new house that needed some work on it and hired both of them to work on the house." "What about their other home?" I asked. "The people they worked for had it packed up for them and shipped to the new house, from what Reggie says, they had a gate house that they lived in until her parents died." "Where are the boys now?" I asked. "Not sure, they do some work for the government but they call Reggie on a weekly basis." I was about to tell Annie to stop calling Regina "Reggie" but I bit my tongue. By the time dinner was over, I knew pretty much everything that Annie did but I knew one thing that Annie didn't, there was something very, very wrong. I wasn't the only one who had tampered with Regina's memories and I wasn't convinced that whoever was calling her on a weekly basis were her brothers. I had one more question. "Annie, why did you choose to come here out of all of the places that you could have chosen?" I watched her expression change to one of confusion, I realized then that someone had tampered with her too. As close as her and Regina seemed to be, I highly doubted that Annie would have chosen to bring Regina here if she knew what really happened here. What in the hell was going on? I walked Annie back to the hotel, up to her room and thanked her for a very pleasant evening; she was disappointed when she realized that our evening had come to an end. From there, I went home to give Olivia the red beans and rice that I bought for her and to go over the file again, maybe I had missed something. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I was actually surprised when Annie came in just after midnight and judging by the way that she went into the bathroom she didn't get as much as a good night kiss. I have admitted that I was relieved but I didn't take the time to examine the reason why I was so relieved, I had other things to think about. Annie didn't speak to me when she came out of the bathroom; she glanced at me, got into bed and pouted. It was just as well, I didn't feel like talking anyway. Eventually, I closed my eyes and went to sleep but it wasn't a restful one, I dreamt of the vacation that had somehow gone horribly wrong where my brothers disappeared and we .... A sharp pain in my head woke me up. My pillow was wet from the tears that I had shed while I was asleep, what was wrong with me? Suddenly a psychiatric evaluation didn't seem like such a bad idea. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I decided to walk home since it was a nice evening. I hadn't gone very far before I sensed that I was being followed but whoever my pursuer was, he wasn't interested in confronting me. I then remembered that in the file that Olivia had left for me, nothing was in there about the convent and I wondered why. The convent was always included in the vampire tour, Olivia would have known that which is why she probably didn't include it but it was unlike her not to do something that I asked of her. When I got home, Olivia was already in her quarters but there was a thick file on my desk, it was all of the information that she could find on the convent. No wonder it wasn't with the other files, she was still working on it. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Unable to go back to sleep, I got up and looked out of the window. We had a nice view of the quarter so I pulled up a chair and sat by the window. I'm not sure of what made me look toward the corner but when I did; my eyes met the glittering green eyes of the man from the casino.

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Title: Me and My Uncle Ch. 06 Tags: bar room, upstairs, pulling a train, all-comers orgy My freshman year at the University of Missouri passed pretty uneventfully. I kept a low profile, studied hard and made good grades. I played the part of the shy country girl on campus while I got acclimated to a whole new world. I honestly hate to say this, but if I had been thrown into that situation cold, without the weeks I spent working as my uncle's whore that summer, I'm not sure I would have survived. I was so naive and in need of guidance at that point in my life, that I probably would have fallen into the clutches of someone (anyone), and I doubt that it would have been very pleasant. But after a couple of months of negotiating the pitfalls of life as a whore, under my uncle's tutelage, I had developed some street smarts, and some much-needed self-confidence. I know, that's a pretty brutal way to obtain those kinds of life skills, and I wish now that I had chosen another way. Nevertheless, that's the way I did it, there's no going back and doing it over, and it did force me to learn how to swim with the sharks pretty quickly. I took the basic general studies courses that first year, because I really didn't know what I wanted to do. I knew I had an aptitude for math, though, and by the end of my second semester, I had about decided that computer sciences were where the future was. I also discovered that I had a little bit of artistic ability. I wasn't much with my hands, but on the computer, I found that I could be quite creative. Along the way, I solidified my new identity as Lyn Gibson. That was tough in spots, and weird, too. I had to learn how to sign my name all over again, and I often found myself not responding when someone spoke to me. However, I established my official address as a post office box in Columbia, and after that nothing that could tie me to Lyn Gibson ever came to the store, nor did anything that could tie me to Sophie Trotter ever come to the box. The one dicey part was showing Uncle Bill my grades, and at first he did insist on seeing them. Fortunately, I was able to obscure the name on the grade reports when I showed them to him, then I never left them lying around where he could see them. It really is amazing that I pulled it off, but Uncle Bill was so self-absorbed, so wrapped up in his own little world that he never really caught on. Plus, I think he figured I wasn't that clever - or devious - to think up something like that. I don't think it even occurred to him to suspect anything like that. After all, I was his docile little pet, his fuck toy, his sex machine, his dependent little niece who would do anything he told me to do. I quickly settled into a routine, and we started bringing in a hefty bit of cash. Bill set up an account in a Jefferson City bank where my earnings and his matching funds would go to pay for my tuition, books, fees, etc. And he paid fairly close attention to that account. He didn't want me tapping into it for just anything. I thought that was pretty funny. We'd never had much money, and I had learned at an early age how to be frugal with what I had. I wasn't about to become a spendthrift just because I now had more money available than I'd ever had before. Still, I insisted on getting a healthy allowance so I could buy clothes, gas and food while I was off at school. Let me say very clearly that I earned every penny I made. If you've never fucked for a living, you may not understand how quickly you can become jaded. Most nights when I worked, I averaged about a dozen men, who wanted everything from a handjob to anal. Once the parade started, I'd reach a point where I might climax, but more often than not, I had to fake it. I mean, it just got so monotonous. But there were plenty of nights when something would happen that lit a spark. Sometimes it was an extra-big or extra-good cock, a few times it was another woman, and then there were the party nights. Every so often, we'd entertain more customers than I could handle doing them one at a time. If it was starting to get late, and we still had a large crowd who wanted some of me, Uncle Bill would declare a party night, and for $60, everyone who wanted to could pile into the apartment for a full-blown orgy. The first time it happened was on New Year's Eve my freshman year, and it was OK until I got drunk and puked all over the place. That sort of put a damper on things. But the next time it happened was probably the best party we ever had up there, and I remember it well. It was the Saturday before Memorial Day in 1989, and spring fever was in the air. I was out of school for the summer, and had been busy for several weeks making up for time that I'd lost when I didn't work during finals. I believe I was at the peak of my sexual prowess at that point. I'd been at it for a year, and I had become very skilled - and very popular. I had developed a real nasty streak - nasty as in wanton - and I was giving my customers more than their money's worth. This was the period I talked about earlier when I said I came to love the taste of cum. Truth is, during this period in my life I was a real cum junkie. I got to where I liked being sloppy with it; the more cum, the better. I think the Cardinals were on TV that afternoon, because we had a large crowd gathering pretty early at the bar. Uncle Bill fired up his big smoker grill and cooked up a bunch of roasts, ribs and pork shoulders, and the bar just seemed to be buzzing all day. By 5 o'clock, I had been kissed, felt up and teased by just about everyone there, and I had been teasing in turn all afternoon. We were just having a hell of a time. Finally, we just closed the store and started to get down to business. I was feeling really wicked, so after the store was locked up, I went upstairs and put on one of my outfits. I had on a garter belt, stockings, a pair of my thong panties, one of my teeny-weeny skirts, a thin blouse, my high heels and I got myself made up pretty good. The large crowd that had gathered in the bar whooped and whistled when I made my entrance, and I quickly got up on the bar, while someone played the jukebox. I did a really seductive dance that quickly turned into a strip show. Off came my blouse, and I played with my tits a little bit. Down went my skirt, and I stood on that bar and did the hippy shake clad only in stockings, panties and heels. I played with my panties for bit, pulling them tight up my crotch and so forth. Everyone was chanting for me to take them off, but I laughed and said loudly that if anyone wanted to see any more of me, they'd have to come upstairs, leaving unsaid the inference that they had to pay for the privilege. And with that, I jumped off the bar and slipped out the back, before they could react. I was really horny, and I had a gut feeling the night was going to be spectacular. And, boy, was it ever! The first guy to come up was a young guy, a guy I vaguely recalled from school as being a year behind me. I don't recall his name, but he was fairly quiet, and I think he was there on a dare from his friends. He didn't have a lot of money on him, so he said he'd settle for a handjob. He shucked his clothes and laid back on my bed, his half-hard cock already twitching. Now, let me tell you, when I gave out a handjob, it wasn't just three minutes of fast fisting to get a cumshot. Oh no. I'm telling you, I was the best, and my handjobs were legendary. I slid my panties off, and knelt between the guy's legs, which were spread wide. I took a bottle of baby oil and squeezed a generous amount onto his cock, then I slowly, softly, began to rub his cock and balls, which quickly tightened up into a nice little hard-on. He wasn't real big, maybe 5 inches when fully hard, but I believe I could have cut a diamond with his cock. I slowly began to stroke him up and down, and all the time I was giving him a sexy talk. I told him to close his eyes and imagine me riding his cock, up and down, up and down. I could see his body starting to tense up and his hips were starting to work in a fucking motion. I got him right to the edge ... then I quit. He groaned heavily, then I started up again. I held his cock by the base and worked my fist rapidly over the crown, which brought a sharp cry of ecstasy from his throat. But I quickly settled back into a methodical rhythm until I felt him getting close, then I stopped again. The poor kid was panting, and his whole body was red, especially his super-hard cock. This time, I went to work with purpose, stroking him briskly up and down, and he writhed on the bed as I masturbated him expertly. "Come on, baby, that's it," I purred. "That's it, come for me. Oh yeah!" His cum exploded out the end of his cock like one of those old films you see of an oil strike, where the stuff just spews everywhere. This kid's cum shot out all over and covered his stomach, his abdomen and my hand, which was still milking him of all of his juice. Finally, he slumped back on the bed, well satisfied. I took a wet washcloth from the bathroom and lovingly cleaned up all of his cum, then he got dressed and I sent him on his way with a kiss to the cheek. Next was a man I recall only as Harmon, and he paid $60 for a blowjob with a facial at the end. I could feel my pussy purring at that. I'd come to love the feeling of hot cum shooting onto my face, so I eagerly bent to the task at hand. Harmon had a good-sized cock, maybe 6-6 1/2 inches, and moderately fat. I sucked his balls, one at a time, then both at the same time, before sliding the flat of my tongue all the way up his shaft until I was slurping at the head like it was an ice cream cone. I licked him all over until his cock was covered with saliva. Then I opened my mouth wide and slowly sucked his cock into my mouth. I sucked about half of it in, then started with a head-bobbing motion. As I worked up and down, I sank a little bit more of his cock into my throat, until suddenly I plunged every bit of him in me. I felt his wiry pubic hairs tickling my nose as I worked my throat on his twitching cock. When I heard a gasping groan come from Harmon's lips, I pulled my mouth all the way off, leaving ropy tendrils of saliva and pre-cum connecting us. "You liked that, huh?" I said in my sultriest voice. He just nodded. I had him in the palm of my hand, and I got a big charge out of that kind of power. As much as anything else, it was the knowledge of the power of my hot pussy or my hot mouth over men that caused my work as a whore to build my self-confidence. I think I'd always known it subconsciously, or maybe I'd projected that kind of innocent sexuality, which is why I seemed to attract men who wanted to use me, going back as far as Schultzie. But once I put it together and really understood what I had, I used it to my advantage as much as possible. Of course, it was a dangerous game that ultimately backfired on me, but in 1989, I was reveling in my newfound power. I slipped my mouth back onto Harmon's cock and really began to work him. I hummed, I slobbered, I slurped and, of course, I sucked. I could feel him tensing up under me, and I could feel my own arousal starting to build. When I got paid for a blowjob and a facial, I always told the customer to warn me when he was about to shoot, and Harmon fairly croaked, "I'm cum...min'," as I felt his cock balloon in my mouth. I pulled him out of me about a second before he shot a half-dozen really creamy cumshots all up and down my face. He laced both of my eyes, my cheeks, my hair, around my lips and down my chin. When he was finished spurting, I slid the head back in my mouth and squeezed out the last few drops of cum from the end of his dick. Then I got up on my knees, and stared into his eyes as I slowly, sensually, scooped as much of his cum as I could from my face with my fingers, and licked them clean. After he left, I cleaned my face just in time for the next customer, a regular named Clint. I didn't have to ask what Clint wanted, because it was the same thing every time. He wanted a blowjob and he wanted me to swallow his cum. He was a fairly young guy, probably in his mid-30s, and nice-looking. I asked him one time why he came to me, and why he never wanted to fuck me when he did. He said his old lady (his words) was good-looking and a great fuck, but she absolutely refused to give him a blowjob. So he came to me for something he loved that he couldn't get at home. Made sense to me. He had a decent-sized cock, nothing spectacular, and I finished him off after a really hot, sloppy blowjob. By this time, I was really getting hot between my legs and I was in need of a cock, and my next customer more than filled the bill. Dave was a youngish guy also, a semi-regular who came around maybe once a month. He was about 30, and a dead ringer for Steve Dallas, a character in what was at the time my favorite comic strip, the legendary Bloom County. He had the same rakish dark hair, the same slightly rumpled appearance, the same shades that he wore all the time, and he had the same problem with alcohol. But he also had a real nice dick, probably 7-7 1/2 inches and quite thick, and he knew what to do with it. He plopped down his hundred-dollar bill, and as soon as I had it stashed away, I melted into his arms and we kissed like two lovers who hadn't seen each other in a week. I quickly unbuttoned his white dress shirt (which was wrinkled, of course) and his slacks, slid his boxers off and we tumbled into the bed naked. He was already semi-hard, and I quickly got him up to full roar with my hands, while he slid two fingers between my bubbling pussy lips. "Hmmmm, I see you're hot to trot tonight, my dear," he said in an ironic tone of voice. "All for me?" "You and anyone else with the money to pay for it," I said back with a laugh. "Now are you ready to fuck me or what?" He just growled, and rolled me onto my back. I spread my legs, took his cock in my hand and guided it to my molten pussy. I hissed in lust as his cock slid past my lips and into my steaming cunt. "Ahhhhhh yeah!" I cried out. "Goooood dick. God, I love cock." "You do, don't you," Dave said as he quickly got up to speed in my hot box. "I'll... bet you'd... do this... for free. Wouldn't you." "M-m-m-maybe," I stuttered as I worked my hips up and down to receive his inward thrusts, fucking him back every bit as hard as he was fucking me. I could feel a really large orgasm - a real one - quickly gathering steam in my heaving body, and I worked Dave harder and faster to get him to come with me. We were both panting and groaning as we hurtled toward the finish line, and I got there about a split-second before he did. I arched my back, cried out sharply and felt my whole body shudder as the orgasm crested in me. And even as I hit the peak of the wave, I felt Dave tense and grunt loudly as he exploded with his hard, rocky cumshot, deep in my womb. We both twitched and groaned from the intensity of our climax. That's when I knew it was going to be a really good night. Dave left, and I was able to clean up quickly - just a douche - before the next guy came in, someone of around 35 that I didn't know. He was built like a bowling ball, kind of short and stocky, with very short hair that was pretty much gone gray. His cock was also kind of short and stubby, about 4 1/2-5 inches, but fairly fat, and he was quite muscular. He wanted me on my knees to fuck me doggy-style, and I worked myself around that fat cock, while he leisurely fucked me. It was slow going for me, and I was still a long away from cumming when he sprayed my insides with cum. I just left his cum in me, and let it dribble slowly out of my hole. At this point, I really didn't care whether the guys got a sloppy hole or not; they'd just have to deal with it. The next guy, however, just wanted a blowjob, and I sucked him off to a most satisfactory climax. This man's cum was especially thick and creamy, and I let it roll down my throat like it was the nectar of the gods - which, to me, it was. As soon as my next customer walked through the door, I felt a charge go through me. It was one of Uncle Bill's old buddies, a guy named Clay, and he always wanted my ass. He was perfect for the first cock of the night back there, because he wasn't real fat, but he was long enough to really get inside me and get me all worked up. I handed him the jelly as we climbed onto the bed, both on our knees, and I cooed as his fingers worked the lube into my asshole. I could feel another climax beginning to spark, just from anticipating a butt fuck. Funny how that works. When I first started, I was terrified of anal sex, thought it was filthy. Now I loved it, and couldn't get it enough. Even now, when I'm really feeling frisky and want to try hard for a big climax - which I have trouble achieving these days, if you'll recall - I'll ask Ron to play with my asshole, and I've even asked him to fuck me back there, which he does, eagerly. Clay worked his fingers in both my holes, getting my ass well-lubed and open, and fingered my already well-fucked pussy. He noticed how sticky it was with cum, and had to comment. That was my first inkling of what was in store for me that night. "Feeling kind of hot tonight, are we?" Clay said. "You betcha!" I exclaimed. "I'm feeling pretty good tonight." "It's a good thing, then," Clay said. "Because there's a real crowd down there waiting their turn." "How many?" I asked, my stomach starting to boil with a combination of anticipation and concern. "Oh, about a coupla dozen, at least," he said. "Well, then, I guess we'd better pick up the pace," I said, reaching back and pulling my butt cheeks open to widen his target. "Come on in here and fuck my ass, baby." Clay did just that, pressing the spear-like head of his cock to my well-lubed asshole. I let my whole body relax, and he slid his cock past my anal ring with no trouble. As he slid his length all the way up my backside in one smooth push, I could feel myself starting to lose control. I started moaning rhythmically, panting and shaking as my climax began to gather steam. I pushed my butt back on his steadily-pumping cock, wanting as much of him up my ass as he could get in there. Clay gripped my hips as he worked my ass back and forth on his churning dick, and I reached under my body and began to strum my bloated clit, working myself up to a tumultuous orgasm as Clay fucked my ass hard and fast. At last, I could feel him fuck me really hard for about a dozen strokes, and about the time I crashed into a full-body climax, I felt the warm jets of cum fill my bowels. We both jerked in time as the climax washed over us. Finally, he disengaged himself from me, and I rolled onto my side, spread my legs and showed off my glistening holes. "Come on back, any time," I purred. Clay said he would, and retreated for the next customer. That was another regular, and another potentially spectacular fuck. Grant Murray had been a football star for the local high school about 10 years earlier, and he'd stayed in real good shape. He was 6-foot-3, 260 pounds, with shoulder-length brown hair, and a very nice 8-inch cock. Grant just stared at me as I displayed myself lewdly and he quickly undressed, after dropping his hundred on the dresser. As soon as he was naked and that nice big cock was free, I crawled up on my knees, grabbed it by the base, stuffed the head in my mouth and began to suck. "Whoa, this is a pleasant surprise," he panted. "Just priming the pump a little," I said in a husky voice. I was sitting on Cloud 69, and I was ready to cum again. Grant just grunted, rolled me onto my back, lined up the head of his cock with the entrance to my pussy and rammed it home. I gasped and squealed as I lifted my legs off the bed, wrapped them around his back and humped him as hard as I could. He really fucked me with hard, powerful thrusts, and I could feel my orgasm beginning to soar. Grant got up on his knees, picked me up by my waist and worked my whole tiny body around his pistoning stick. I threw my head back and howled from the sensations of lust that crackled through my body as my climax came to a head. As my body writhed in orgasm, Grant threw me down on the bed, put my ankles on his shoulders, bent me over and rammed his cock relentlessly in my spastic cunt. It didn't take much of this before he was howling right along with me, as he spewed a really hard, thick load of cum deep in my clenching pussy. I could actually hear his cock make a sucking sound as it vacated my gushing cunt. But before Grant left, I had one more little display for him. As his cum poured out of my distended pussy, I reached down and scooped as much as I could get to and tried my best to suck every bit of his cum into my mouth. "God, you are in a nasty mood, aren't you," he said as he dressed. "Man, you just don't know," I panted. "If you're up for it, come on back up later. I've got a feeling it's fixing to get funky around here." After Grant left, I got up and walked to the refrigerator, pulled out a cold beer, popped the top and sucked down about half of it in one long guzzle. Just then the door to the apartment opened, and my next customer entered. He was a middle-aged guy of about 45 or 50 that I'd never seen before. He also wanted some of my sloppy pussy, and he didn't care where we did it. After I took his money, he simply bent me over the kitchen table and slid an average-sized cock up me from behind. My arousal had dissipated a bit, and I knew it was going to take a little bit to get it fired back up, so I just stood there in my high heels, leaned over the table and let the man do all the work. When he was finished, I could feel cum sliding down the insides of my legs, and it really made me feel slutty. Just then, Uncle Bill walked in. By now, it was dark out, and I could hear the noise from the bar wafting up to the apartment. He just grinned wickedly when he saw the wild look on my face. "You look like you're up for a party, honey," Bill said, as he unzipped his pants and flopped his big hard dick out. I walked over and kissed him ravenously. "I'm ready for anything," I said. "All right, how about jacking me off real quick, then we'll get the party rolling," he said, slowly stroking his meat. I took him in hand, reached between my legs for some of the previous customer's cum and used it to lubricate Bill's dong. I was squatting in the middle of the den, my stockinged legs spread wide, and my uncle stared down at the dripping-wet cunt that I was busy fingering. "You are a hot little whore, aren't you," he whispered. "I knew it the first time I saw you. You're a natural fuck machine." I chose not to respond as I stroked Uncle Bill's dick hard, almost painfully, while I listened to his nonsense. And I was quickly rewarded for my work, as his body stiffened and a huge spray of cum exploded out the end of his dick. I aimed the head for my tits and covered them with his semen. Then I stood up, rubbing the hot, sticky cream all over my breasts, concentrating my efforts on my rock-hard nipples, and stared at my uncle. "Bring 'em on," I said. "Tell them the nastiest, cum-cravingest whore in the whole goddam state of Missouri is waiting up here, and that she'll take on all of them." I think even my uncle was a little shook up at just how horny I was that night, because he just kind of harrumphed and headed downstairs. I just felt so dirty, so nasty, right then, like if they wanted me to be a dirty, nasty whore, then that's what I'd be. I could smell the cum all over me, cum that was drying on my chest, cum that was sticky between my legs, cum that was still wet in my pussy and my ass. I was standing poised by the table when three guys in their early 20s came through the door. I didn't know any of them, but they said they were from the county and worked construction. One had shoulder-length, curly blond hair and a beard, and he was kind of heavy-set. The other two had short brown hair, and were fairly slim. They were all well built, and they ogled my naked, tousled figure with unrestrained lust. I took their money, then retired to the bedroom while they stripped. I glanced from cock to cock to cock, and I licked my lips. They were all three nice specimens, between 6 and 7 inches and thick. I knelt in the middle of them, and grabbed hold of the first one I could reach, the blond guy, and slid the head into my mouth. I sucked him until he was fully hard, then turned to the next guy and sucked him until he was hard, then I did the same with the third guy. I stood up then, with a cock in each hand, and asked them if they had figured out who was going where. They looked at me funny, and the shorter of the brown-haired guys spoke up. "I thought Bert (indicating the blond guy) would go first, then me, then James," said the guy, who said his name was Marty. "Guys, guys, guys," I said, in a slightly exasperated tone. "The reason you were all three sent up here at the same time is so you can all fuck me at the same time. I have three holes: my mouth, my cunt and my ass, and I want them all filled at once. Now, who's going where?" They couldn't decide, so I solved the problem for them. I grabbed a deck of cards from out of the dresser drawer, had them each pull one, and the high card got whichever hole he wanted, and so on. It turned out that James got the high card, and he wanted my ass, Bert was next and he wanted my pussy, and that left James for my mouth. I got Bert situated on his back, then straddled his hips and slid my flooded pussy onto his rock-hard cock. I rocked up and down on his burning spear, then I felt hands on my hips. James lined his cock up to my asshole, pushed hard until the head popped past my sphincter and he slid into my already well-lubed ass. I groaned wantonly as I felt myself being double-fucked. Then Marty leaned back against the wall, his legs spread on either side of his friend's head, his hard cock sticking straight up from his abdomen. I bent over and sucked the cock in front of me, then purred as I was filled with three cocks at once. I don't know if Bert and James had ever done anything like this before, but they proved to be quick learners. They soon worked out a brisk rhythm in my twitching holes, and I rocked back and forth as they fucked me. As they worked their cocks back and forth in me, I held Marty's cock and sucked him to the root. He reached around, grabbed the back of my head and worked my mouth vigorously on his churning cock. As we worked, I vaguely heard the door to the apartment open and heard the sound of people as they started coming in. In seconds, there was a whole crowd of men at the door to my bedroom, watching in awe as this trio fucked me with their big fat cocks. I was soaring toward another hard orgasm, my body sizzling with lust. I gave a muffled moan as the climax quickened, and my body shimmied with the sensations. At the same moment, the three guys quickened their pace, fucking me frantically as they hurtled toward their own orgasms. Bert's big; callused hands worked my hips up and down, while James pounded my ass. Almost simultaneously, I heard all three men grunt loudly, then I felt Bert and James explode with their steaming-hot cum. It felt like they were going to split me in two as they spewed their loads in their respective holes. Seconds later, I felt Marty's cock swell in my mouth, and I tasted his hot, tangy cum. I milked all three cocks with my body as I trembled and shook in the aftermath of my climax. Finally, James slid his cock out of my ass, and then I climbed off Bert and stood up on wobbly legs. I was swaying with lust, ready for the next round. But instead of taking on another group in my sweat-covered bed, I was escorted to the middle of the den, where Uncle Bill had set up his air mattress, the one he used when he went camping, and covered it with a sheet. I was a little stunned, too, by the fact that everyone in the room, including Uncle Bill, was naked. I have to say, the rest of the night was a cum-spewing haze, in that I don't remember who exactly did what to me. I just remember what they did, and how they did it. One man with a very nice cock, maybe 8 inches and fat, was lying on his back on the mattress. I went to kneel over him and put his cock up my cunt, but he took me by the waist, turned me around and guided me down until the head of his cock was poking at the entrance to my ass. I melted my cum-filled ass onto his cock, until he filled me to the hilt, then another man with a pretty long cock knelt between my legs and pushed his cock up my pussy. I was skewered between two fleshy spikes, and I could feel whatever control I may have had left slipping away. As the two big cocks in me started working in tandem, I sensed, more than saw, two cocks appear on either side of my head. I took each one in a hand and felt my head being pulled to the left as yet another big cock was thrust into my mouth. The cock I was sucking was pulled out after a minute or two, and the man holding it rubbed the leaking tip all over my face. I laughed dementedly at this, then turned to my right to let the other cock work in my mouth. This one was also pretty big, and I found out the next day that Uncle Bill had restricted admission to guys with big cocks, at least 7 inches. At that point, I really didn't care. I was getting more cock than I knew what to do with. Almost. Truth is, I was reaching that state of nirvana that I very rarely reached, a point where the orgasms seemed to flow one into the other, an incredibly high peak of ecstasy few women ever reach. The four men who surrounded me were working my sweat-slick body like an orchestra. My head seemed to be on a swivel as it was turned from one hard, trembling cock to another. The two cocks that were fucking my pussy and my ass were like iron rods as they pistoned back and forth in me. And I was twitching and trembling like a leaf in a thunderstorm, as the climaxes wracked my body. At length, I could feel a definite quickening of the pace. The two cocks at my mouth were working almost at the same time between my lips, when suddenly they both pulled back slightly, and I felt their hot cum splatter all over my face at the same time. I think they may have meant to aim for my mouth, which was in fact gaping open in climax, but most of the hot cream shot all over my eyes, my nose and my cheeks. Whatever the intent, the lewd scene was too much for the two guys who had me sandwiched. They both worked me briskly, then shot their loads each up my flooded canals. Their hot, creamy cum flowed out from around their cocks as they shot bolt after bolt in my spasming holes. I worked my spastic body around those spewing cocks to drain them of their precious cum, although I was already so full of the stuff that it flowed out of my holes and down my thighs, where it pooled on the mattress. The man who had been on top of me pulled himself out of me, and I was rolled onto my knees, my chest heaving. I asked for and was given a beer to quench my thirst, during which time a large group of men surrounded me. When I had finished the beer, I found myself ringed by cocks, and they were pressed up to my face and into my mouth for a quick, hot suck. After I had made the rounds, one man lay on his back, and I was pulled onto his cock. His large rod slid right up my flooded pussy with ease, then I felt another big cock enter my ass. As they quickly got into a hard fucking rhythm, I was slightly stunned to see five more men jockeying for position around my writhing body. Three men set up shop in front of my face, and took turns pushing their cocks into my mouth, while the other two cocks were placed in my hands for me to jack off. I was delirious in my demented lust, rolling my body around the two cocks that had me skewered, working my fists on the two cocks in my hands and filling my mouth with the three cocks in front of me. These guys seemed to last forever, and my body was wracked with waves of sensation. I would hesitate to call them orgasms, because by this time my body was a wrung-out, smoking shell, but I could still feel little jolts that hit me every so often. I managed to turn my cock-filled head in time to see one of the cocks I was stroking erupt all over my hand and up my arm. Moments later, one of the cocks I'd been sucking slid all the way to the hilt in my mouth and spewed cum down my throat. I had barely swallowed all of that load when my head was turned slightly and another of those cocks shot off on my face, and I felt the guy in my left hand fire off all over my tits. That left three guys still working. The one at my face shoved his cock roughly into my mouth, grabbed the sides of my head and began to fuck my face really hard, and the two men in my pussy and my ass followed suit, jackhammering their cocks in me with hard, fast thrusts. Incredibly, I managed to arch my back and yet another climax spilled out, and right about that time I felt the cock in my pussy shoot off, followed seconds later by the one in my ass and then the last man came down my throat. That's about the last thing I remember clearly from that night. I vaguely recall Uncle Bill getting under me and sliding his cock up my gushing gash, while one of his buddies took my ass and another one fucked my mouth. When they finished with me, I was rolled over and some man pushed his cock up my ass while another fucked my cunt, but that's all I remember about that. I dimly recall that I was placed on my knees, with a pillow under my stomach to hold my hips up, and a man pushed his cock in my pussy from behind, then another one followed suit, and a third man fucked my ass. That's about the point where I passed out, but I think the parade continued for a little while longer. By that time, I don't think anyone minded sticking their cocks in a flooded, comatose girl. I was just a cum bucket for some of those guys, a convenient receptacle for their sperm. When I finally woke up, the sun was shining brightly through the window, and I felt like I had been run through the washing machine. There were empty and half-filled beer bottles and cans strewn all around, the ashtrays were overflowing with butts, and the smell of stale beer, cigarettes and semen filled the den. I could hear Uncle Bill in the bedroom snoring, so I knew it wasn't too late. I tried to move, and my aching body screamed out in protest. I was covered in dried, sticky cum, and my pussy and ass - my sore, red and gaping-open pussy and ass - were still oozing wet semen that had been deposited there the night before. I had dried cum on my face, dried cum on my hands and on my arms, and my hair was stiff from where cum had landed or where I had wiped it from my face. My lips were puffy and red from having sucked so many cocks, I had hickeys everywhere, and I had bruises coming up on my torso from where I had been manhandled. I finally managed to stagger up from the mattress and made coffee, and after I had awakened a little bit, I was able to stumble into the bathroom and took a very long shower. By the time I got all of the cum cleaned off my body, I had used up all of the hot water. That didn't set well with my uncle, who had arisen and wanted to get his shower, but I told him in no uncertain terms that I needed all the time I could to clean up the mess from the party that HE had instigated. He grumbled a little bit, but I think he saw my point. I walked a little gingerly and moved awfully slow the rest of that Sunday, but I can't say I regretted a minute of what I'd done the night before. It was an orgy to remember, but I am glad we didn't have many of those kind of nights. Still, when word got around about what had gone on that Memorial Day weekend, it simply enhanced my reputation as the baddest whore in the region, and our business got even better. Things were going great and they stayed that way for quite awhile.

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Title: I Could Have Danced All Night by Akihana Tags: Ferret, M/M, Plot Development, Relationships, Shower, Wolf Vee rubbed her son's head absently as she stared at the phone on the bedside table of the small hotel room. He promised he'd call when he got there... She looked at the clock. 3:50 AM. It was so late now. He must have only forgotten, and calling now would only serve to wake him. She would sleep now and get up in the morning to a call from him begging forgiveness for forgetting. She kissed her wolf-son's head lightly and rubbed his cheek before settling into her own bed. *Something must be wrong at home*, she thought. *I've got a bad feeling...* Brian opened his eyes slowly and reluctantly as light flooded into the bedroom from the window. "Morning already?" He yawned softly, stretching his lithe frame to its limit in order to wake himself up. Something next to him stirred at the motion, startling Brian out of the bed. He looked confusedly around the familiar room as the previous night's events came flooding back to his mind. This was really *his* room. So... none of it was a dream? He felt as if he should be disgusted with himself. Society told him this, yet something was wrong...or right. He felt so...unsurprised. So happy. So... normal. Nothing about waking up completely without clothes next to his friend, the wolf, made him feel uneasy. He turned and looked at the grey form still in bed... and smiled. Did the ferret himself look *that* cute when he was struggling with sleep? He hoped so, in case the wolf woke first the next time they were together. *The next time...* He watched the wolf breathe softly for a time before deciding that he was not going to stir from bed within any reasonable time. He decided a shower would pass time well until his friend woke. When he did wake, they would have to talk. It was a talk that he was fearing mildly, and he was sure that the wolf felt very much the same. Still, a shower would be invigorating. He went to the hall closet where the wolf family kept their towels and chose a large, soft blue one. Yawning, he took it to the nearest bathroom and shut the door. As the door closed, he shivered a bit. "It's cold," he breathed, quickly hurrying to the shower and turning the water on. As the water heated, he walked to the mirror and examined himself. He looked normal. His eyes were clear and his fur lovely. Nothing had changed physically. And had anything really changed mentally? He turned to get into the shower and noticed a lump of black in one corner of the bathroom. He got closer to examine it in his ferrety curiosity and realized it was a simple pair of black boxers. He picked them up and stroked them lightly, loving the silken feel to them. "Oh my, I want these," he smiled, bringing them higher and rubbing them against his face, inhaling the musk still faintly present on them. He put them on the sink where he could easily get to them after his shower and climbed into the rushing water, enjoying its soothing effect throughout his body. He grabbed the bottle of soap and lathered it through his white fur, losing the white bubbles in the process. He had once gotten out of the shower to look at himself covered in bubbles, which only confirmed his theory that it made him look like an incredible bubble-monster. Or like he'd grown his snowy fur out in a strange fashion. He washed the soap out and stood in the shower only a few more minutes before turning off the water. He would have stayed in the shower for much longer as he did at his own home, but he knew his friend's father would come complaining to the young wolf for any strange height of water bill. Brian stepped out onto the rug in front of the shower and toweled off, watching his wet form in the mirror with a slight sort of vanity. He finished drying and put the final touch on his chosen look of the day; As he slid the boxers onto his body, he felt dirtier than he had before he taken the shower. But, as he told himself, it was the *good* kind of dirty. He stepped out of the bathroom and, sensing no movement, started down the stairs with all focuses set on fixing some breakfast. Such a workout followed by a night of sleep really stirred up a monstrous appetite in the ferret. As he entered the living room from the stairs, however, his focus changed. "My my," he smiled, sniffing interestedly, "It smells like...*sex* in here." He was glad that the wolf's parents would be out of town for one more night, because it would be a rude awakening if his rather homophobic father were to come home to *this*. A sound from behind Brian caused him to freeze in his tracks. A heavy footstep... maybe he shouldn't have thought so soon. He turned slowly, fearful of who might find at the other side of the room. The wolf at the other end looked fearful, too, as if more than a little surprised to see the ferret standing in his living room. "Morning," Alex smiled, holding out a plate with some syrupy (and slightly burnt) pancakes, the smell of which Brian had not noticed due to the overpowering scent of the living room (not to mention his own soapy smell). "Pancakes?" "Sneaky devil," Brian grinned, relieved that the only wolf in the house was his friend. "Waiting all that time for me to get into the shower to surprise me with pancakes?" The wolf blushed, setting the pancakes on the kitchen table a few paces behind him. "Well... I-I... I thought it felt like the right thing to do. Are those my boxers?!" He frowned. "They are, and it was," the ferret assured, walking forward and wrapping an arm seductively around his friend. "They smell delicious! " "Or is it the living room?" Alex laughed, looking nervously toward the clothes that they had left in the room the night before. "Maybe a little of both. It's not meat, so you put something special on them for me, I trust?" "Syrup and butter?" The wolf smiled hopefully. "I was hoping for something," the ferret winked, sliding his hands lower to the wolf's boxers that he had obviously recovered from the night's activities, "A little less sweet." "You don't like sweet?" Alex flirted, sliding his own hands lower. "Of course I do," Brian breathed, leaning in closer to the wolf's face. "I'm just in the mood for salty." The mood was broken by a sharp ringing from nearby, startling both of them, to which Alex sighed. "Phone," he frowned, leaning in to steal a kiss before running to the ringing device and bringing the receiver to his ear. The ferret took the phone call as a chance to dig his own phone out of his jeans and place a call to his mother. He figured he would be sticking around longer than he had originally planned. "Hello?" Alex said, attempting to sound less disappointed than he felt about missing out on another bit of loving with his ferrety friend. "Hey, honey!" "Mom!" Alex gasped, turning to look at the ferret to transmit his look of surprise. "How's it going?" "It's fine. I trust you're taking care of the house?" "Of course, mom." "Good, good. How's dad?" Alex choked. "Dad? I thought he was with you!" Brian turned in surprise at these words, too. "No, hon'." She sighed, "He left yesterday because there was some meeting that he had to get to urgently this morning." "Oh, I see..." "So you haven't seen him?" "No, sorry. But I just woke up. What time is the meeting?" "It started about an hour ago, I suppose." "I probably just missed him or something, then." He hid the panic in his voice very well, he thought. "All right, well have him call me when he turns up," she sighed, sounding incredibly depressed at the whole situation. Alex would have inquired further, had he not had his own things to worry about. "Sure, mom. See ya." With a sigh, Alex sat the phone on its receiver. "That could be a problem," he shivered. "Dad came home?" The ferret guessed, shutting his phone and shuddering a little himself. He hadn't thought about the parent issue before, but now he realized that it could be a great problem. Though his own mother was very open to the idea of homosexuality (he brought home plenty of lezzie-friends), the wolf's father would just as soon disown a gay son as he would discard any other piece of worthless trash. It would be quite hard to hide the events of the night before, given the strong scent that still lingered in the air... "Apparently. And apparently he's gone to a meeting. He'll be back though. Oh gods, I'll never hear the end," he began to panic, "He'll disown me! Or he'll make a spectacle. Or he'll keep it quiet and just beat me in solitude. Oh, gods!" "Hey, calm down!" Brian cried, grabbing his hyperventilated friend's arm. "Maybe he stayed at a motel on the road or something." "What?" "Well," the ferret reasoned, "If he came in and smelled what you and I can clearly smell," he blushed, "then he would have immediately crashed into your room and demanded an explanation. He's not exactly a tactful wolf." "I guess...you're right," Alex smiled. "He definitely wouldn't wait until morning." "Good. His meeting won't be over for a while, yeah?" The ferret looked to the clock, noting how late the two had woken up. "Let's have that 11:00 breakfast now. We can freshen up the living room in no time." The wolf smiled sheepishly, "I suppose so." He took his friend's hand and walked into the kitchen, seating him at the table in front of the cooling pancakes. "Eat up. It's not meat, but I figure if wolves can eat it, you'll eat it, too." "Ooh, such an omnivore, you!" The ferret grinned, taking the fork that the wolf had laid out and sinking it into the pancake. He raised a chunk to eye-level and examined the dripping syrup with interest. By nature, he really was carnivorous. He ate the occasional green (to appease his mother and her silly healthy ways), but he only ate meat (and the occasional starchâ€"potatoes were surprisingly good for something that never squirmed) whenever he could help it. Pancakes were a good alternative, of course. They were like candy...with some small health value! Brian ate the piece of pancake slowly, and followed up with the entire stack that was made for him. Alex was an exceptional cook, and he knew this well. He often found himself at this very table under similar breakfasting circumstances. Fortunately, the meal of choice was usually some delicious bit of fish or ham. Though the ferret had other ideas as to what needed to be eaten again at that time. He smiled suggestively at the wolf, who was now cleaning some of the pans he used to make the breakfast, trying to telepath the idea to his friend. "So..." The wolf smiled as Brian brought his plate forward for cleaning. "So it was amazing. I can't get over how you can make even disgustingly sweet things taste good." "Oh, I have my way, I guess," he blushed, "But I was so-ing about...well." "Us?" The ferret sighed, sitting back down at the table. He motioned for the wolf to join him and smiled, "Let's talk, then." He was trying to be the instigator hereâ€"the wolf wouldn't. "Let's talk," the wolf smiled, "Okay let's talk. What..." "What...?" "Yes, what?" "What are we going to do, you mean?" The ferret closed his eyes and concentrated. "I don't know. I guess I've never been in this situation before." "How can you be so calm about this?" Alex frowned, "I mean..." "Because...well...okay, look at it this way," Brian reasoned, "Why did you do what we did last night?" The wolf flinched and blushed, bringing his head down some. "Well...I... I mean... I just... I felt..." "Yeah?" The ferret smiled at the wolf's anxiety. "I mean... I like..I realized thatâ€"" He searched for the words, found them, and said hurriedly, "I realized that I love you maybe...and..." "You just realized it last night?" He challenged. "Well...yeah! I mean...is that...bad?" The ferret leaned over the table and took the wolf's hand, smiling sweetly at him. "Of course it's not bad, puppy. I think I realized that I loved you about the same time you realized it." "Does it bother you?" "Of course not," he smiled. "Because I figure that... well! There's no way that something that feels so natural, even if sudden, could be wrong. How can love be wrong, right?" The wolf looked a bit reassured, putting his other paw on top of the ferret's. "I guess so. I'm... what will people say?" "Have you really ever cared what others think?" "Not really," Alex sighed, "But..." "But your father." "Exactly! You know as well as I do that he'llâ€"" "Disown you, yes." The wolf looked angrily at his friend, "And this doesn't bother you?" Brian looked affronted at that comment, but kept his hand where it was between the wolf's. "You think I'm not afraid that the man I love will get disowned because of me?" "I'm...I mean," The wolf felt tears oncoming, and fought them back with a shudder, "I'm sorry... I guess I just can't accept this as well as you can." "I guess it's the family differences," Brian smiled, petting the wolf's hand lovingly. "I know you aren't incredibly homophobic like your dad, but being raised around that can't have had a great effect on that part of your psyche." "Now you're a psychiatrist?" The wolf smiled, his tears quickly fading. "A man of many talents!" "You're so fortunate to have me!" The ferret winked, smiling widely. "I really am." The wolf smiled, standing up slowly. The ferret met him halfway around the table and they embraced. "I really, really am." "Hey, don't get serious on me or anything, puppy." Brian laughed. "Everything's going to be all right, right? Everything will work out?" "I'm a psychiatrist, not a psychic." The ferret grinned. He closed his eyes then, pulling the wolf's face up to meet his own in their first (*But not last! Brian hoped...*) act of passion of the day. The wolf's smooth tongue tasted just as good as it had the day before, the ferret noted (was that a hint of meat on his breath?! The bastard!). And his ass felt just as firm... and he was sure the rest would be the same as the night before, too. "Yeah, though. Everything's going to be fine." He brought one of his hands to the front of his friend's boxersâ€" The wolf pushed him away, though, and smiled up. "We've got to clean before we get dirty, right?" The ferret pouted, "Do we have to?"â€"but he quickly got to work picking up the clothes from the evening before and throwing them into the wash. He looked at the shoes and jacket by the door and decided that they were clean enough to be left alone, but put them away in the closet for the moment anyway. Alex, meanwhile, sprayed air freshener and fabric freshener and every other freshener he could find into the living room to cover up any trace of the scents left on the room. All in all, Brian decided that the room actually smelled much less appealing with the orgy of lilacs, magnolias, and roses. Even Alex decided that the three incense burners were a little much, and finally put them out. "That wasn't as much work as I had expected," Alex laughed, wrapping an arm around the ferret (who was still trying to get adjusted to the very poignant aroma). "Think your dad will get suspicious with... y'know, the smell?" "For all he knows, I'm covering up the smell after a hard day's workout." "You work out?" The ferret teased, rubbing a hand across the wolf's firm stomach. "I hardly notice." "Better than your lazy ass," Alex smiled, turning to pull the ferret into another kiss. Even he noticed a certain change in himself. Around the ferret, he lost most of the self-consciousness that plagued him around so many others. The ferret found something amiss after they pulled out of their kiss, however. He smacked his lips dramatically and shook his head, eliciting a confused noise from the wolf. "What's wrong? Something in my teeth?" Alex frowned. "No, your teeth are wonderful," Brian smiled seductively, "But..." He sniffed, "You're the only remnant of our little fun last night that hasn't been washed." "Oh!" The wolf smiled. "Right! I'll go hop in the shower andâ€"" "Oh, what is this *you* nonsense?" "Huh?" The wolf cocked his head, "Well I mean, I'm just going to get in the shower." "You obviously can't remember to bathe in the first place! Why should I expect that you know how to bathe correctly?" "Well, you can assume I do... and..." The wolf blushed, crossing his arms defensively and averting his eyes again. "You could just...go...and watch TV or..." "Who do you think wears the pants in this relationship, Alex?" The ferret grinned, pushing his friend playfully. "Neither of us right now, but it's the principle of the matter." "What relationship? Jumping to conclusions are we, Brian?" The wolf challenged, narrowing his eyes. "When did I agree to date *you*?" The ferret was taken off-guard by this comment, an event that was happening more and more as Alex lost his self-consciousness. Drat. "What? I... I... I thought..." Alex pulled the ferret into another quick kiss and smiled. "You know I was just joking." "You scared me," The ferret breathed in a startled sort of way, yet he smiled. "You owe me, now." "I guess. And you do need to clean again, after wearing my dirty boxers." "I thought they were amazingly clean-smelling, actually." The wolf gasped, "You *smelled* them?" "What? Your musk is nice." The ferret frowned a little ashamedly. He was met with the wolf's mouth and a smile for the third time. "I thought I was the only weird one." They walked upstairs and into the small bathroom, neither's hands leaving the other's body. Alex smiled and said, "Run the water and I'll be back with a change of clothes." As the wolf left, the ferret mumbled to himself, "Nobody said anything about clothes." He turned on the water to a favorable temperature and stripped himself of the boxers. He looked down to find himself eye to ‘eye' with his own length. With all of the groping, he had hardly noticed his own incredible horniness. "Hurry up, Alex," he sighed, sitting on the sink. "Wasting water." The wolf was quickly back and carrying two changes of clothes. To Brian's surprise (and pleasure), the wolf obviously found himself in the ferret's position: naked and in need of some attention. After setting the clothes down, Alex dragged his friend quickly into the heat of the small shower, and found his hands wandering, the heat of his actions increasing with the heat of his body. The ferret returned his heated actions with as much, if not more, passion. They kissed again and again, each time growing closer to the other. Once or twice they felt their members touch, but the sensations it sent only barely registered with the hormone-wracked minds. Alex reached absentmindedly for the soap bottle, squeezing it copiously over their bodies so that their exploring hands would spread cleanliness as well as passion. Brian obviously had a dirtier mindset, as he closed what gap there was between their two bodies and stroked both of their wanting members with one hand. Both gasped, both moaned, and both doubled their output to double the pleasure of the other. With hormones raging and adrenaline pulsing, it was not long before the inevitable came to pass. "Bâ€"Brian...might want to slow down..." The wolf breathed. "If...you don't mind..." "I do." The ferret smiled heatedly, stroking even more fiercely. They came together, or very close to it. It was hard for Brian to decide just by the tenseness of their bodies. Even with the heated water flowing around them, though, they both felt as each other's warm and sticky seed coated their stomachs. After a few moments of panting, the ferret grinned in a way that gave away the cliché that he would certainly use any moment. "I guessâ€"" "We'll have to get clean again," The wolf groaned, returning his friend's grin. "Pff," Brian rolled his eyes, "See if I ever grace you with my excellent comedic genius again." They washed each other for a second time, more thoroughly, and with much groping finished their shower and got dressed. After a little arguing about the wolf's hideous choice of clothes ("Listen, we're not *going* anywhere!"), the two settled down on the big couch for a few hours of relaxing movies, relaxing cuddling, and a bit of relaxing kissing. And pass the hours did. The next time either of them cared to look at the clock it was well past 4:30 P.M., and they decided pizza would be a good idea for dinner. As they watched some ‘nonsense,' as Brian called it (a criminal justice show, which Alex was fascinated with), their hands never left each others'. They fell into conversation during the boring parts, which again only turned into more hormone-aided kissing. "Lucky your dad hasn't walked in with all of your passes at me," The ferret joked as they pulled away for what must have been the hundredth time during the sitting. "We're making up for lost time," Alex smiled, leaning in to draw his tongue across the ferret's neck. "It is weird that he isn't back. What kind of meeting did he go to, you think?" Brian stood up while taking out his wallet in answer to the sharp ring of the doorbell. "Who knows? Maybe he already went to get your mom. Pizza's here!" He opened the door brandishing a crisp bill, but withdrew it as he saw the man at the front door. The cougar looked up at him from behind a pair of small, square glasses, and shifted his hands uneasily in the pockets of his long, black coat. "Excuse me for bothering you, kid. Someone told me that you could identify this man." He spoke with a deep, cool tone that was uncommon for a cougar. And for someone with glasses. What a weirdo, Brian thought. He looked at the picture and tilted his head. It wasn't a great photo, but it did look familiar. He couldn't recognize the background, but the person... "Isn't this your dad, Alex?" The ferret cried, grabbing and waving the photo. "Huh? Looks like him from here, I'll come get a better look." The wolf had an uneasy look on his face as he approached the cougar, but quickly turned as the phone rang. "Damnit, just a second." As Alex went to answer the phone, Brian turned back to the cougar. "What's this about? He rob a bank or something?" The cougar frowned at the ferret's joke and spoke frankly. "No, kid. This man has been in a pretty bad traffic accident and is on life support at the hospital. His ID couldn't be found in the wreckage, so we've been everywhere looking for his family. Someone directed us here. Frankly, they should just come say goodbye. I don't think it looks good." Brian's heart sank, and he felt sudden regret at making any sort of comment about the wolf. He turned toward the younger wolf, who had missed out on the cougar's words, and his eyes began to water at the sudden news. Alex made eye contact and gave him a confused look, but was too busy on the phone to ask what was the matter. And as an unaware little lizard girl made her way to the door brandishing a heated box of pizza, the unaware wolf spoke to his unaware mother words that caused the more aware ferret to drop his head in silence and even the frank cougar to frown in a sort of sympathy. "No, mom. I haven't heard from him. I'm sure he's fineâ€"his meeting's just lasted a little longer than it should have." --- But those selfish thoughts were present ever through their grieving. Those thoughts of happiness beyond tragedy and of happiness because of it. But could such wicked thoughtsâ€"thoughts of *benefiting* a relationship from a lossâ€"could *they* truly ever be...happy? And with such selfish thoughts, could *they*, those in such a relationship, be happy? Certainly so! Or certainly *he* hoped. Certainly *I* do.

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Title: Simba's tasty breakfast by Makanena Tags: Barbs, Blowjob, Cum, Lion King, Male, Sex, Vagina This is an story only about mating. Because someone asked if i could give some more detailed sex. So, hope you like it. It's about Simba and Nala. --- An early morning on The Pride Rock. All lion and lionesses was still sleeping. But Simba just woke up on his back. He yawned that you could see his sharp scary looking teeth. He rolled over on his stomach and stretched. He seems to have slept good. Simba had an really dry mouth that he didn't like. He wanted to lick Nala's pussy and eat her girl cum to breakfast. Simba Simba put his paw on Nala's shoulder and shaked her so she would wake up. He saw Nala's paw raised and slapped Simba in the face. ''Oww. Why did you do that?'' SImba yelled at Nala. ''I'm sorry Simba, i'm just a bit tired.'' ''Jeez, that did hurt.'' ''I'm hungry.'' Simba said. ''Well what do you want for breakfast, darling?'' ''Girlcum!'' Simba said loud and purred.'' ''Ooo, your a bit horny this morning.'' ''Oh yea i am. Now turn around and let me lick your cunny.'' Nala grinned and turned around and sat down with her pussy in Simba's face. Simba fast started licking. Nala started moaning, she looked up and had her toung out of her mouth. Simba understood that she enjoyed the pleasure. ''Simba, you'r making me cum! Don't stop.'' Simba began to lick faster and Nala moaned louder. The lionesses woke up and was wondering what was going on. They got shocked by seeing Simba lick Nala's pussy. Simba felt that Nala's juice started to flood down her body. Simba opened his jaw and swallowed all girlcum into his throat. Nala looked Simba in his eyes and said ''Want some dessert, hun?'' Simba knew what that ment, and walked over Nala and lay down on her. Simba's weight pushed Nala to the ground. ''Get me, tiger!'' Nala roared at Simba. Nala felt his cock tip slide into her. As the cock went in deeper, she felt the barbs scrape the walls in her cunny. She make an cry out of pain and pleasure. Simba started to feel that his cock was going to cum. He bite her neck and let his cum into her pussy. Nala felt the warm cum fill her pussy and flood down her hindlegs. Simba pulled out his cock out of Nala and sprayed all over her. ''Mmmm, you'r very good Simba. Now it's time for you'r pleasure.'' Simba rolled over to his back and Nala sat down between his hind legs. Nala grabbed his cock and began to lick his cock tip. Simba moaned and pulled his cock down Nala's throat. She coughed and began to suck again. Simba was going to explode at anytime. As he saw Nala enjoy sucking his cock, he released his cum down her throat. Nala swallowed all his cum. ''Nala, you'r always good at this.'' Simba told Nala and smiled. ''You have to clean all you'r cum of my body.'' Simba started to lick his own cum of Nala and from her pussy. As they we're done, they went of the cave and saw everyone starring on them. Nala felt so embarrassed that everyone heard them. ### The end ###

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(F tf multiple bovine-human hybrid forms, BE, Lactation) RHE is an organisation not many will recognize the name of. Founded by a great sorceress simple known as 'Moth', it was designed originally to do experiments on humans to hybridize them using transformative magics. When Moth left the organisation to be autonomous; it settled into a role providing easily digested food for the less fortunate. Using various mammalian traits and inducing a state of constant lactation, they created and shipped out specialized milk around the world. They outsourced materials and equipment from multiple countries and the RHE base of operations is a remote, privately owned island, so they remain mostly hidden. With many homes on the island now, it had formed a community of various odd half-humans. Busty women sporting large breasts, multiple breasts, udders, or all of the above. Few forms overlapped one another because RHE was always testing new transformations and improving existing ones. Most of the island was a valley, but the north end raised up into gentle foothills, and then steep hillsides and cliffs surrounded the outer edge of the island, hiding its contents from ships that may pass it on chance. The RHE facilities were on the elevated north end, while the homes of all the happy test subjects are down in the valley, connected across the grassy plains by shale stone paths. Dr. Julie Hedgewall clinked the nail of her index against some old vials, watching the contents carefully to see their consistency as they sloshed in their glass prisons. "A lot of these are really old, shouldn't we throw them away? Don't they expire?" Morgan LaFey shook her head. She was sitting at a desk, using her feet to kick herself in circles on her rotating chair as she read over notes on an enchanted onyx slate. "Tinctures. If they were potions they would eventually fizzle out and be basically benign; you might get a tummy ache from drinking it but that is about it. Tonics will absolutely make you sick if you let them expire, but they do last for a decent period of time. Tinctures however are almost entirely magic based- they remain in stasis permanently. Unless you exposed them to a mana vacuum that drew the mana they are charged with out of them- they will never expire." Julie has been working with RHE for some time now, but she handled the research end, so she usually only seen test subjects from pictures taken by other staff. Morgan on the other hand frequently checked up on the subjects personally and did a lot of the leg work, administrating chemical doses to new subjects and she was the first responder if anything ever went wrong. Morgan knew enough that she was not lost on the language of the researchers, but she was more of a traditional doctor- she is a trained healer. Julie had a mane of huge golden curls she always kept tied back, but the curls were so voluminous that the ponytail fanned out into more of a huge ball on her upper back. The arms of her round glasses were linked together by a fine steel chain, and the lenses were so thick it was almost like having magnifying glasses strapped to her face. If anyone else attempted to look through them they wouldn't be able to see anything- Julie couldn't see anything without them. Her eyes were a beautiful cyan, but if you looked at them closely her pupils had a bit of forest green around them where the blue pigment was not layered. She was quite petite and her breasts only a B cup you could not actually see at all through the too-big lab coat she had draped over her shoulders. Her voice was soft and dry sounding, making her hard to hear sometimes. RHE had not gotten any new volunteers in some time and were not being proactive in their searching either, because there output was already where they wanted it. This however gave the research end of the staff very little to do. Julie got the idea in her head that she would retire from the researcher role and become one of her own experiments- joining the test subjects to live in their busty paradise. The vials she looked through are old ones created during or shortly after Moth left RHE. The racks were long and narrow, sliding out of the wall. Each vial had a tiny metal disk in the top and bottom, and the rack itself was magnetic, causing the vials to float between the two metal rods that made up the rack- so nothing was physically touching the vials to disturb them, they were suspended in a magnetic field. Julie did not want to take just any old potion, because she already knew first hand the results of their own research. She was looking through Moth's abandoned projects in hopes of seeing a line of thought they had not yet followed. She stopped when he prodded a vial idly and seen its color change. She tapped it again and seen the change of color was not settled material re-mixing, but the liquid itself was reacting to her touch. Her contact was changing its color. She spun it around to look at the label. "Gummy? Like the candy?" Morgan hummed in thought and used her slate to look up records of the 'gummy' vial. "It was developed by Moth herself, its neural-reactive. It translates signals from your neurons into instructions for your composite genes while keeping your stored DNA as a base sample, intact." "So... it allows you change at will? Wait! Does that mean you can turn back to a normal human?!" Morgan shrugged. "Yes? In theory. No one knows- that tincture was never actually tested. That is why its with the rest of those archived potables. It also isn't even transformative on its own, the tincture was for the medium, you would also need an extract for the desired animal traits for it to pull from. I guess that is why it was given the name gummy- it makes your form more malleable, like a gummy." Julie smiled and pulled the vial out of the magnetic field. "W-wait, you are going to use that one? On yourself?" Julie nodded. "It is sorted under finished tinctures, so it was complete, just untested. Moth was a brilliant mind, I trust her. Research is all about trying new things anyway. Failing often tells us just as much as succeeding." "But, its your body we would be gambling." Julie paused at that, her mind going to old memories, but she did not want to bring up old scars again. "Everything has its cost." A week had passed since then, and now Dr.Hedgewall found herself moving into the valley, as subject 100; as a result she was immediately given the nickname Cent. She finished her formula and injected herself with it as she slipped into her new home. Being the most recent, her home was the furthest out so she had to be careful to avoid everyone else swarming her. Julie would introduce herself to them eventually, but, hopefully one at a time. All of her things had already been moved in so the boxes were stacked up in the middle of the living room for her to start unloading. The house already had bluetooth speakers set up around it, so she just placed her phone on the counter in the kitchen and streamed music through the house as she twirled around and did a little dance as she pulled out and placed items. Julie did not even notice since she was so busy concentrating on where to place items and visualizing her home's setup- whenever she stepped too far from a speaker her ears stretched a bit and developed muscle in their base to allow them to pivot. Little by little after an hour of wandering back and forth around the house she had leaf shaped cow ears! They automatically turned to track sound, allowing her to hear her music from further away. Julie finally noticed when her glasses slid off her face when she bent down to pick something up- because her ears were pulled forward, so the crook of the arms on her glasses did not catch on them. Julie scurried to the bathroom to use the mirror and examine her ears. "Fully bovine, but only my ears and nothing else? Out of any traits you would assume I would get increased bust first, since it is the only thing consistent across all test subjects..." She leaned closer to the mirror while rubbing her fingers on her ears when she was hit with a feeling so suddenly she nearly bowed forward and cracked her head on the mirror. "Ahaaah~ never mind. Spoke too soon..." She leaned back and thrust her chest out a bit, looking down at it. She could feel warmth and a strange subdued pleasure in her chest. Her breasts were developing so fast internally that it almost felt like they were growing inverted into her chest, but it was just materials and fat mass building up. Her nipples were forced to full erection, and her breasts started to rise up like dough in an oven. A tingle shot down her spine though and caused Julie to arch her back even steeper as her tail bone started to extend and develop an actual tail at the same time. She groaned from stimulus overload and wedged a thumb under the waist of her pants to pull it down enough in the back to make sure the tail did not get trapped as it formed. Her finger joints clicked though, feeling tremendously stiff all of a sudden. Before she could bring her hands up to examine them her feet started to stretch, causing her balance to be forced to the front of her feet, causing her to topple forward and need to catch herself on the sink. By the time she glanced in the mirror her lips had turned from red to pink and the coloration was advancing up to her nose! A concentrated pressure popped in her forehead and two drops of blood traced lines down either side of her face as small horns broke the surface! "Haah! Oh-hoh... Gods. Whyyy~ah. Why all of a sudden everything at once?!" The fabric of her shirt started to stretch out as her breasts swelled bigger and rounder. The fabric was pulled so firmly over them that her nipples and even the faint outline of her areola were visible through the fabric. The underside of her breasts became more and more exposed as the fabric struggled to cover her. A long narrow tail lashed around behind her but lacked a tassel or any fur covering yet, and her hands and feet were an orchestra of clicks and snaps as they compressed and stretched into cloven hooves! Julie's brain was buzzing with all the feelings and changes going on all at once! She did not even realize when she moaned it was more of a moo. Her shoulders rotated forward more, and her hips popped loudly expanding and becoming boxy in form. Her face started to stretch out, causing her to moo several more times, each time progressively deeper. Her neck thickened and with especially hollow pops her rib cage expanded greatly, causing her shirt to tear in the back, getting flung into the sink by her now massive breasts! Julie tried to get up off the sink but could not, and only managed to slide off onto the floor- her limbs were locked in a four legged stance! She looked up and seen the cupboard below the sink slowly get lower- her entire body growing in size now! It was so hard to think! So many feelings! Julie's mind went blank- she could not remember anything else from that day. When Julie woke up she was in the living room, topless. Her sweat pants were very loose on her from being stretched out by the rump of a cow! She frantically looked herself over but she seemed completely human! She had somehow temporarily become a full cow... except instead of an udder she had huge boobs on her chest? What an odd change. Julie started to change into a different outfit. "What triggered the change though? It all seemed to come on at random. And then apparently reverted when I was unconscious?" After getting dressed again she seen it was night, wandering over to a window to look out at the grassy fields tinted blue under the moonlight. She could hear music playing a distance away, and seen shadows of people around a pool. They were having a bit of a night party. Some of the women were real night owls. Julie decided to slip out and check out the party. She had just come to, so she was wide awake now, and there would be less people around at night than day- maybe no one will even notice she is the new girl on the block. There was one male hybrid- subject 66. He was in charge of tending to a portion of the bigger female population- giving them sexual stimulus to induce lactation without them ever actually being pregnant. He obviously wasn't bending them over outdoors by a public pool- it seems 66 was acting as a sort of bodyguard or escort for the ladies to make sure they did not get too rowdy in the night. There was multiple public pools for each group of homes because everyone liked to get in and cool off in them, though depending on how their bodies were modified; some sink rather than swim. Julie spotted several women around a platter of crackers, stacked with cheese and skewered together with a green olive on top. They were making a game of trying to guess which cheeses were from the outside from actual animals and which were made with milk from women on this island. Julie smirked to herself as she approached- that was easy, whichever cheese was the sweetest came from RHE island. Humans consume much more sugar than any barn animal so their milk is unusually sweet; that would carry over to any products created from the milk. Another woman clapped a hand to Julie's shoulder from behind before she got to the platter though. "Oh my gosh! Are you new?!" Julie winced, having been caught so quickly and turned to see a tiny sprite of a woman standing on the chair she had been sitting on- because she could not have reached Julie's shoulder if she were standing on the ground. Standing only four feet tall was a sheep hybrid woman! Her legs ended in tiny little cloven hooves, but her hands were fully human still. She wore a loose t shirt that was starting to go thread-bare at the bottom from constant use, but she did not wear anything on her lower body because her endowments prevented it. She had an almost entirely glossy black udder with two segments and two teats- but there was a single pink spot on the udder that encompassed her left teat. Compared to her body, her udder was giant. Sheep have small limbs so the teats of their udders face outward toward the sides rather than straight down- so their young can access them without trying to wedge their head under their parent. Each segment of this woman's udder was about the size of a watermelon, so as it flopped over in front of her legs, the udder eclipsed her limbs down to the kneecaps! It was also very taught and elastic though, so it likely did not hinder her locomotion. Under her shirt her chest had no visible breasts- though there was still a disk of fat there if you were to feel for breasts. Her areola and nipple were almost the same color as her skin so almost invisible as well, though still present. Her most immediately notable feature though was her head. Her pupils were horizontal rectangles and her hair was cream colored and wildly curly, forming a huge Afro on her head. Her hair was contained and pushed back a bit by her gigantic curled horns on either side of her head. The size of her horns made Julie wonder if her neck structure had been modified too- because their weight may give her neck problems in the long term. Her skin was mocha toned, so Julie guessed she was Philippian. "New HERE, yes. I already sort of have a good idea where everything is though." The little woman leaned closer, causing the chair she stood on to rock dangerously. "Oooh, you are so new none of your changes have taken yet." The chair tipped and fell forward. "WAH!" The small woman fell face-first into Julie's boobs! Julie half-caught her and eased her onto the ground while the subject 66 just shook his head. Julie brushed one of her horns when pulling her arms back. "You are a bit top-heavy." She slapped her udder with a loud *plap*. "I have plenty of weight down low too!" Julie smiled at her confidence. "But it only anchors you if you stand upright, as soon as you bend over you'll be pulled over. What is your designation number?" The woman's smile faded a moment in a look of confusion. "Oh, uh... 24. Women do not usually use numbers though, its only for the boys." Julie jumped slightly as she heard 66's voice directly behind her, as he stood uncomfortably close. "Yes, Dr. Hedgewall. You of all people should know that." Julie turned to face him, though she had to take two steps back and still had to look up to meet his face. Standing seven feet tall, 66 was a behemoth of a man. His torso wore his giant muscles like armor plates. He had two sets of pectoral muscles, shoulders and arms. His arms each ended in cloven hooves- though with four of them together he could still hold things pinched between them. His upper body bones and muscle structure was semi-bovine so when his arms relaxed they did not hang completely down, but also a bit forward like a quadruped. His head had giant bull horns that curved straight forward from his temples. His lower body looked mostly human, but as Julie created his transformative agent; she knew that was not true. Behind his heavy leather loincloth was a large hairless sheath containing a bovine phallus. And even more peculiarly, below that was not one but three scrotum, each containing two testicles- so he had six balls total, when he thrust his three sets of balls swing individually, gently slapping together like a lewd Newton's cradle. The only other thing on him that was off-human was his bovine ears, and the bridge of his nose was very wide, giving a slightly bovine shape to it. "That is Cent to you, 66." He cocked an eyebrow. "As in, a penny?" Julie rolled her eyes. "A penny is called a cent because it is 1/100th of a dollar. Cent means 100, but its easier to say than 100." She placed her fingers on his rock solid abs and nudged him back. "Anyway, we can talk some other time 66, we were having a conversation, its rude to interrupt." 66 gave a very bovine sounding snort as he jet hot air from his larger nostrils and wandered away. 24 leaned forward a bit again toward Julie. "My real name is Suzy. So... you already know 66?" "S-sort of." "Oh! come on, let me introduce you to some of my friends~!" Suzy grabbed Julie by the hand and trotted over to another test subject. Test subject 11, Esther. An older woman now, she was still quite pretty. She had the legs and all four hooves of a cow, but her arms and torso were still human structured. She had the tail, ears, and little stump horns of a cow, and her face was a partial cow muzzle- not nearly as long as an actual cow because her skull did not change structure to accommodate that much. She had fur but only on the strictly cow parts- and the white and black splotches advanced further over her body than the fur, but still not enveloping the torso. Her breasts were more pink than normal human skin, and they were also too large to carry. Her bones were enhanced to bovine built while keeping a human structure, giving her the strength of muscle and frame alike to lift her breasts, but because of balancing issues she could only heave them up a moment at a time. Each one was nearly the size of two beanbag chairs stacked together. Even with their bottoms gently resting on the grass, the breasts were almost as tall as Esther is, allowing her to lean forward and fully rest on them while still standing. Suzy went to introduce them, and Julie just timidly waved back. "Where is Jacob?" Esther was surprised she knew of her husband. "Oh, he went for a hike in the hills. He isn't much for social gatherings, heh." Suzy tilted her head. "You know Esther and Jacob?" "N-no. I know of them, but we have never met." She rubbed her temples, feeling two numb spots where the blood had drained out- she was getting horns again. "My real name is Julie Hedgewall, I am- er, I was one of the RHE researchers. I develop new iterations of the transformation tinctures, so I know of a lot of the test subjects." Suzy's eyes went wide as saucers. "Reaaally? So you know a lot of people already?" "W-well, no. I know about them and especially their transformations, but I only worked on development, not administering any of it- so I have never actually seen the subjects in person." She flinched as she felt the bone of her skull expanding forward. The spots it grew out from numbed so she could not feel it lance the flesh. Suzy pointed them out and watched then grow intently. Julie felt really awkward being watched transform- more so because she could not see this change herself since it was above her line of sight. She reached up with her hands to gently hold the base of the horns, feeling the hard material slide past her grip as they grew steadily longer. They exceeded the size of any normal cow's horns, and started to grow a bit too big even for a bull. They grew forward but then arched back and kept arching forming almost full huge circles before they finally stopped. Julie huffed with a bit of a nervous smile, bobbing her head to emphasize how heavy they were. Suzy tilted her head. "Are you part sheep too? They almost look like cow horns, but trying to be shaped like my sheep horns?" "Oh! That is it 24, er, I mean Suzy! You figured it out." "Huh?" "My tincture was experimental, and is supposed to be triggered by my mind. I haven't really figured it out yet, but it must have been triggered by me looking at your horns and wondering what it would be like to have them." "But... they are still bovine, just shaped and sized different." "Well the tincture can only pull from a pool of traits from the available genomes inside of me. I only have bovine and human." The two wandered around the party; Julie remained mostly quiet while the energetic Suzy talked her ear off about essentially nothing- she had a short attention span so her topics wandered frequently. Julie tried not to laugh at her- several times when she got really energetic talking about something or broke out laughing, she made a sound very much like the bleating of a sheep and cut herself off. Suzy seemed to be a common link between many of the test subjects in this area of the community. She introduced Julie to two subjects even Julie was unfamiliar with. One was the hulking subject 68, Ariadne. Her form was almost that of a Minotaur of mythology. She was built of lean but tight muscle, with particularly impressive abs. Her chest had two huge pink breasts, and then two smaller ones at least two cup sizes lower than the top ones. On her upper crotch was four small pink nipples like an udder had attempted to grow and failed. Her legs were bovine but longer to accommodate her human posture- her anus, vulva and tail were all bovine but her hips still human shaped to allow her to walk on two. Her neck was bovine and she had long dewlaps hanging from its underside. On her head she had cow ears, bull horns, and her lips and nose were a soft grey color and cool and moist. The bridge of her nose expanded, giving her a bovine looking face, though she lacked an actual muzzle of any sort. Ariadne's black hair was a bit dry and frayed at the ends, making it look bushy, but she was still quite beautiful. Julie's own bust was starting to change as she shadowed Suzy in the party. The area was illuminated only by tiki torches so no one else was keeping a close enough eye on them to notice, though Suzy and Julie noticed the changes. Her breasts blushed pink and swelled up, gently and slowly, giving a pleasant tingle of pleasure. Her nipples felt almost mildly itchy after a while though, which was annoying because she did not want to be caught scratching her boob. Julie was curious as to what was happening to them because they did not appear to be getting bigger, but something must be happening. It happened when she sat in a plastic chair set up by a poolside table- sitting down shook her enlarged boobs enough to finish the latest change off! Julie let out a shrill cry and cut herself off, cupping a hand to her mouth. Her nipples yanked in half and were immediately divided by breast fat that had built up behind them- but that caused all four nipples to rake quickly across the front of her shirt in four different directions, sending a sharp spike of pleasure into her unexpectedly! Suzy was again wide-eyed in awe. "So... you can't stop changing, huh?" Julie tried to slow her breathing, cupping a hand over the front of her breasts through the shirt and feeling a nipple bordering either side of each hand. "Well, I change when... oh. I see what you are saying. Actually I hadn't thought about that..." Suzy nodded slowly. "If your transformation is tied to your thoughts, you will always be changing, because you are always thinking." "Oh!" She snapped her fingers. "That is why I reverted from the changes earlier today! I fell asleep- the magic doesn't respond to unconscious thoughts or it would be utter chaos, and my conscious thoughts stopped because I was asleep." Suzy leaned forward and rest her chin on the table, starting to run out of steam herself since it was around three in the morning. "So... why did you do it? Why is one of the researchers here as a test subject? Maple did that too, about two years ago." Julie leaned back and then forward- deliberately catching the edge of the table between her sets of nipples to squish in her breasts without making it obvious. "Well I can't speak for Dr. Augustine but personally I did it as a sort of last experiment. Things were really slow in RHE lately. We aren't looking for more test subjects, and everything on the research end was basically done already. We sort of advanced ourselves into a corner. So it was looking like we would have to find another job or retire soon. I am too young for an official retirement so... I mean, nice little paradise island right here. So I took a tincture no one understood fully as a last experiment and settled in down here." Julie narrowed her eyes trying to see better in the dark, as another woman nearly fell backwards out of her chair- getting caught by someone because she was too drunk to balance herself. "Who is that?" Suzy turned around to follow her line of sight. That was test subject 93, Beryl, known for drinking often at these sort of gatherings and getting into giggling fits when she is drunk. Her head and most of her torso looked entirely untouched human. Both her entire front and rear limbs looked like slightly modified bovine though- which meant she had no hands to hold anything with. To drink she needs to cup the bottle between hoof segments of both front limbs. Her hips had become a halfway split between human and cow, so the bone was dense and large, and slightly box shape- but she could still stand upright and still had the round butt cheeks of a human. Her spinal chord got thick suddenly toward the bottom which gave the small of her back a mean curve to it. Her limbs were a bit longer than an actual cow, so she was quite tall as a result, because the elevated ankles in addition to humanoid length legs made her about six and a half feet tall- though also quite narrow for that height because most of her frame was still that of a normal human woman. Her human breasts were not especially large... at least in comparison to everyone around her. Her bust looked about a DD cup, but her pale powder brown areola had swollen outward at a much faster rate than the breasts they crowned, stretching out so far that their curvature equalized with her nipples, forming fat cones off the front of her breasts. They looked like goat teats- except they were still differently colored than the breasts they sat on, and they were still breasts, not an udder. She did have an actual udder though, growing from her upper crotch was a cow udder. Having far protruding endowments on both upper and lower body however also prevented Beryl from wearing any clothing- nothing would fit properly without rubbing irritatingly on her many sensitive bits. Her udder looked to be as large as a fully endowed Holstein, which would explain why all four of her limbs were changed- that udder needed sturdy supports to be able to lift. The fat milk veins that textured its surface trailed off quickly onto her human torso, and were about the thickness of a thumb. Because her hips were not fully bovine, the udder trailed off almost immediately by her vulva. Julie blushed a bit thinking about how that must feel. When her udder rocks, her pussy would feel it because the flesh from one trailed onto the other. Beryl also had an unusually long tail, though still bovine in form, it was about three feet long and the tassel on the end was quite bushy as well. Her hair was two-toned, growing silvery grey toward the sides but black at the top, causing the outer layer of her hair to be black but the under-layer to be grey. This matched her odd coloration on the rest of her body. Though devoid of fur, her body had the splotches of a cow- black on her pale peach toned skin, but the black spots had a solid rim of blue-grey. The coloration also helped emphasize Beryl had extremely rare eyes. Not only did she have heterochromia, causing her iris to be mismatched- but both iris were very rare colors! The only black spot she had on the skin of her head was directly over her left eye, highlighting the fact it was mismatched to the other eye. One was a pastel purple, the other a slightly green tinted blue like the ocean shallows. Julie smiled realizing that is probably why her parents named her Beryl. One eye is the color of Aquamarine, the other is Morganite- both types of beryl crystals. Suzy yawned. "Careful if you plan to talk to her, Beryl can get reclusive if you try to push her. She is sort of like a deer, you have to let her come to you. I think I am going to turn in for the night though. It was really fun meeting! Hope we can hang out lots!" Julie smiled. "I look forward to it, goodnight Suzy." Suzy slid off her chair, pausing with a huff from her udder jostling about from he impact before quietly trotting off to her home not too far away. Julie quietly made her way over to Beryl, very curious about her transformation. Beryl was not one of the tinctures Julie worked on, and she was trying to decipher the design choice of removing her hands. Esther did not have hands either, but she was subject 11- a very old subject in terms of advancements on tincture iterations. Beryl is 93, very recent. They had already developed hoof-hand hybrid forms by then, so why give her just regular old hooves? Even as she made her way over, Julie had to squirm the back of her pants down a bit to let a tail out. She immediately liked the look of Beryl's overly long bovine tail and was now growing her own! Julie smiled as she looked around at it and guided its growth out over her pants with one hand loosely cupping it. On one hand, she loved that she could potentially change however she wanted, whenever she wanted. On the other hand, she was not sure she had any control over it nor the ability to stop. It happened on its own as soon as she thought about it, and she can't not think. The other subjects settle in to their new forms and adjust their lives accordingly... but Julie can't. She is incapable of getting used to her new self, if she has a new self every couple of minutes! There was still a lot of things she was yet to understand about the prototype tincture though, so as a former researcher; Julie remained cautiously optimistic. "Hey there, I am subj- er, Julie. The new girl on the block." Julie plopped down in the chair beside Beryl who was otherwise alone. Beryl looked at her then suddenly clapped her hooves on the table and ground as if trying to catch herself. She never actually lost her balance in the first place- she must be so drunk that turning her head made her think she was falling. "Oh, hehehe, gosh. Heh. You uh... caught me at quite a time. Party and everything. I am not normally like... uh, like this. I mean. Drunk, not part cow. I am definitely always part cow. Moooo~ hehe." Her voice was not nearly deep enough to have any bovine traits to it- she made the lowing in jest. "So I see. Why were you given hooves for hands though? Did you pick out your form, or did the researchers sort of just tell you?" "I don't walk so good like a people because I am too forward. Or, no, it has nothing to do with how forward I am, I am actually kinda shy, I mean." She motioned forward with her hooves several times. "Your center of gravity." "YEA! I can stand upright but when I try to walk I usually just flop over. If I had hands, it would hurt to walk on all fours, so." "But, they can do hoof hand hybrids now. All subjects 85 or after had access to them." "Oh, well that is just because I told them to lean more... animal." Beryl immediately looked rather distant and Julie remembered what Suzy told her, and knew she had followed this conversation topic to its end. Pushing any further without letting Beryl bring it up herself would only drive her off. Once Beryl noticed she also had a super long cow tail she coiled tails with Julie like an odd handshake. Julie felt it was easier to talk to Beryl than most because she was already drunk- there was less consequences because the odds of offending her were slim. Beryl started to nod off while sitting up still so Julie offered to walk her home. When they stood up she noticed that they had both grown a bit while sitting! Julie's breasts were the same enlarged size but now her shirt was stretched even further forward by the expansion of her nipples into proper teats, and then large fat teats. Her areola got very swollen looking too, so that change was likely induced from looking at Beryl's goat-like teats on her human breasts. Julie was wearing a top unlike Beryl though, so the teats were jammed into the front and bent sideways a bit, unable to fit. Beryl's udder also looked bigger, and especially her teats had both engorged fatter, but also had gotten unusually long! Another curiosity Julie wanted to figure out. It would be normal for the teats to get fatter as the milk reservoir filled, but not longer. When Beryl tried to open her door, her hooves slipped and she bopped her head on the door instead. Julie was having a hard time not laughing at the clumsy bovine woman. She helped Beryl into her home and to her bed, but Beryl was so tired and drunk she practically just fell forward, unintentionally pinning Julie down to her bed under her! Beryl cooed softly as her teats compressed into Julie's through her shirt, and immediately made it wet as the compression forced milk out. "Oooh, so... soft~ your boobies are even boobier than mine, hehe." Beryl fell asleep almost instantly, slumping off to the side more. When Julie went to slip out from under her though, she grabbed onto Julie and softly pulled her in like grasping for a teddie bear. Julie was a bit nervous, not sure what to do in this situation, but she was tired too... so she decided to just stay here. Cuddled up with Beryl, Julie just fell asleep at her house. Not at all something Julie would have ever considered doing in the past, but it was very late, and it had been a weird day. Julie woke up first the next day, once again finding herself fully human again. She was both shocked and a little aroused when she went to move and realized her legs were partially pinned in place! Beryl was no longer cradling her, but her udder had grown considerably and took up the space between Julie's legs and softly pinned them down! One of her long teats was wedged up against Julie's crotch, pressing on her pussy through her pants! The udder must have been modified with an elasticity gene, allowing it to increase its size and storage capacity greatly, then shrink back when emptied. Beads of white already dotted the surface of the teats though- even with her expanded capacity she was overloaded. Julie was not sure if her disgruntled groans in her sleep were from Julie trying to squirm out from under the giant milk bag or from irritation at her being overfull... or both. She swatted Julie in the face with her long tail as she finally shimmied out from under Beryl- that was definitely on purpose. While asleep her brain's autopilot will swat at any annoyances with her tail- the way a cow would smack an annoying fly. Julie would have just slipped out of the house quietly and left but, she kept glancing at the overfull udder. Beryl was showing no signs of waking up and she was starting to leak onto her poor bed. If she completely soaks the mattress her entire bed will need changing. A mattress fully drenched in milk is basically ruined- even if you dry the liquid mass there is still too much other minerals and nutrients that will remain trapped in the fabric. There was as many voices in Julie's head telling her not to do it as there were telling her to do it, but she was already doing things she never would have, might as well roll with it. With any luck Beryl still won't wake up and thus not know anything. She crawled carefully over the bed to Beryl and her huge udder. Calcium was good for the bones, and Julie is hungry. She would still have to be strategic about this- there was physically no way she could hold that much milk in her to actually empty Beryl or her stomach lining would rip from the sheer weight of the liquid mass. Even the bed was having a hard time keeping Beryl up, the mattress was sunken in so far in the middle the sides were practically standing upright. Her breasts and all four segments of her udder- each has its own reservoir of milk, so Julie would need to empty enough from all six to stop them from leaking. She started with the udder. Her teats were so thick and long it was almost like sucking a featureless penis. Even though it made it awkward to suck, Julie still forced the entire length into her mouth just so she could press her lips at the base, against the taught rubbery flesh of the udder's surface. Gently pressing her face into the soft mass. Beryl still showed no signs of waking- if anything her sleep looked even more sound now. Julie made a return trip to some teats, making sure they were all evenly drained enough to stop leaking, but not taking too much from any of them because she could only drink so much. The breasts were the most awkward and Julie's face was bright red the whole time. The teats on her breasts were so massively thick that they were difficult to suck on properly, and to get to them, she had to bring her own head much closer to Beryl's sleeping face. Julie slipped away again once she was done easing the pressure and couldn't help but smile at the peaceful sleeping half cow. Beryl's pale skin between her black spots almost glowed in the sunlight coming through the sunroof in her bedroom like a spotlight. Both the udder flesh and her regular skin looked so powder soft in the bright light. So jiggly and smooth. Most of the visible mass of mammaries are entirely just fat, but if you were to ask Julie what made them attractive, she could go on for hours listing different factors. As a gene specialist research scientist, Julie could go into molecular detail about the thousands of things that make these bodies beautiful. The originals, hybrids, and even the beasts they are derived from. Each and every one of the people here were like a living scientific milestone, and walking work of art at the same time. As Julie was about to leave the house though, she had to brace herself on the door frame. The weight in her gut seemed to shift and divide, and the second weight forcing itself outward a bit lower. Much more solid than the liquid in her, it was tissue expansion. She pulled her shirt up with one hand and her pants down a bit with the other and seen teats quickly forming on her upper crotch so fast that it almost looked like someone inflating one of those long narrow balloons! Once the size of four fat fingers, four mounds started to push up under them, at first looking like areola, but the pinkening flesh expanded outward faster than forward, eventually uniting into one huge patch. Her legs buckled a bit from the odd and pleasurable feeling of milk veins spreading and expanding quickly, dragging a bit of the pink skin away from the udder slightly with their bulge. Even her human nipples tingled with pleasure a moment, but they did not appear to change at all. It may have just been her body sending a hormonal signal to start lactating. The muscle ribbing of the udder did not form yet so while they were four teats that started on four hills, they grew out as one large sphere! A soft hill, then half a basketball, then a full medicine ball in size. Now like someone pulling a string tight across its surface, the four segments defined themselves as the muscle ribs of the udder formed to help it keep its shape. She stopped growing a bit smaller than Beryl's endowments, but very much still a full cow udder. Julie placed a hand softly on the top, and pat it several times increasingly hard- making a loud *plap* each time because her hand cupped air in the groove. She rolled onto her toes and then back fully again, huffing at the feeling of the udder's weight slosh against her crotch. At least she could not grow out of control- she only had the genes of a regular cow in her, so at absolute most she could only grow a regular sized cow udder. The only way it could get bigger is if her human mammary mass transferred over. When she let her shirt drop it partially covered the top of the udder, and her pants hugged the bottom curve. Half the udder and all four teats were basically exposed to the open air, which made her shiver a bit as she finally stepped outside again. As Julie walked back toward her house, she could not stop idly touching her udder. She was feeling rather frisky. A lot of these transformations were pleasurable, and exciting besides. Well, there was one other luxury to living down in the valley she hadn't tried yet. Julie spotted 66 laying on a towel beside the pool, tanning. The whole reason for males on the island is to keep things sexually charged to keep the milk flowing. 66 felt the sun getting blocked and opened his eyes to see Julie's udder lazily swinging. She had one foot on either side of his lower body, giving him the best view of it. "Woah. What's up doc?" "What are you, a rabbit now? What do you think is up, Barrus? You up for a little sweaty fun?" He blushed a little and let out a half-laugh. "Uh. I suppose. That is why I am here." Julie rest a hand on his shoulder preventing him from standing completely up. "You know you can say no though, right? Your body was designed to give and receive pleasure in equal measures. I can handle myself if you don't want in." Barrus grabbed her hand and made her help him up. He furrowed his brow a bit at the feeling, her hand was oddly cool, but the sun was already high and the day was warm. Barrus followed Julie back to her place and she wasted no time in kicking off her shoes, then pants as she went toward the bedroom. She plopped down on the end of the bed, and when Barrus paused in front of her she nodded toward him, indicating she wanted him to lose the loin cloth- his only article of clothing. Barrus snorted lightly. "We have an odd relationship, eh?" "It is only weird if you make it. You were just struggling to find your way, and picked the wrong swindle. No one regards you any differently for it, so you might as well just leave it in the past yourself." She placed a hand on her udder and rolled it up a bit. "Lower body only, don't use your phallus. Those are my terms." The reason Barrus knew Dr. Hedgewall's name already was because he once applied for a research position in RHE. He was not qualified however- and had lied several times on his resume, thinking he could fake it till he makes it. This created a problem for him and RHE, because they found him out and he was not getting a job. But also he then knew about their operations on the island and they needed to make sure he never so much as whispered about it in the outside world. The solution was simple- they made him a test subject, so now he does have a job, and he can't tell the outside world because he cannot leave the island. This made Barrus agree to things all of the time- even before considering his own emotions on the matter, because deep down he has always thought of himself as a prisoner. Lying on a resume, especially for a medical position is very much illegal. But the other subjects aren't aware that even happened, and RHE basically forgot about it as soon as he was signed up for a test subject position. So Barrus was the only one punishing Barrus. Julie plopped down fully laying on the bed with her legs off the end, and Barrus knelt down to tend to her moist pussy. He used his broad nose to nudge her udder up, wedging his forehead against the soft rubbery curvature of its lower end. He had to be careful with his horns since they went straight forward, anything he looked toward had the potential to get skewered. Looking at her vulva now, his horns were on either side of her udder, sort of cradling the top curvature. He could tell she was already aroused going into this. Every time he snorted out a jet of air she cooed at the feeling of it tickling the underside of her new udder. Barrus had a partially bovine tongue too, which meant it was quite large. He was an experienced romancer at this point, so he took his time working up to that. Kissing her labia first, then pushing deeper in with his lips, nudging her clit with his cool nose, and then spearing her on his tongue. Julie immediately started squirming at the sensation and crossed her legs around his head, locking him into her crotch. There was a knock at the door, and Julie breathlessly called over. "Twenty five." Morgan answered from the other side. "Twenty five minutes it will be then." Morgan had come to check up on Julie, since she was a test subject now, and Morgan's job was to make sure everyone was tended to. Since Julie was hugging him with her legs, he had to put two arms up on the end of the bed to brace himself, the other two on the floor to hold himself up. For a moment he went wide eyed, feeling like his face had somehow started to penetrate her. He had to move his head back as much as her legs allowed, because her labia were now bigger- both inner and outer! Blushing bright pink with arousal and shiny with lube both from inside her clenching pussy and from his mouth; Barrus watched the pussy actually grow! Keeping a mostly human shape but adding the biomass from a fully bovine vulva, her vaginal passage, labia, and even her clit were swelling larger! Her hips had not changed at all though nor her torso size, so her pussy actually bulged further out from her body, forming a steeper curved mound of soft rubbery flesh! He used his many bulging muscles to fight back against her death grip to rear up a bit, then deliberately breathed out hard through his nostrils onto her pussy making her shiver. He placed a hoof above and below both her legs and knelt back down, gently nipping her huge clit in his teeth! They both did not move. Julie just clenched the bed sheets in her hands and her body frozen from the sensation, her torso very slowly starting to arch up. "Haah...hah.... ah.. ahh... aaanhh~ naaah HAAAH!!" Her breathing got sharper and her cries higher pitched till it sounded like someone blowing a dog whistle. Without either of them moving an inch, her pleasure teetered on the edge of no return and slid off the cliff all on its own. He released her clit just in time for her lower body muscles to start spasming and tilted his head down to avoid her blasting him directly in the eyes with the deluge of pussy juice. Barrus let out a chuckle at another job well done. He could not even begin to count the number of orgasms he has given women now. This was the first time he seen a pussy that large explode though. It was huge- bigger than an actual cows because it had combined the mass of both a human and cows, while still being attached to a fully human body. Barrus flopped over onto his butt on the carpet to catch his breath and Julie did the same. His shaft was only semi hard, peeking out of the sheath and fattened up but not out yet. She did tell him to remove the loin cloth for a reason though. She slipped off the bed before he had fully recovered to notice and grabbed up his genitals. She softly cupped his balls with one hand while grabbing the end of his sheath with the other and making pulsing motions with her grip. She softly traced the curvature of his balls to zig zag between them, since he has three separate scrotums. Each nut was larger than a human, but a shade smaller than an actual bull. She coaxed his shaft out to play, but did not actually touch it till she seen the first drop of pre form on the tapered tip. She grabbed it up and then smeared it down the shaft, twisting her hand in a loose grip. Once the shaft was coated, she continued to milk out more pre and collect it, smearing some on his sheath and polishing each of his many balls to a shine, making him real slippery. She rubbed his crotch at the base of the sheath several times, massaging the muscles, feeling the hard veins below the surface throb in time with his heart. Julie sat up again, thrust her hip forward and plopped her udder down on top of his genitals! She started to gyrate her hips, rolling her fat, full udder on him. She fell forward, placing a hand on either side of his lower chest and started to hump, rubbing her udder up and down his shaft, prodding him with her erect teats. "So... what is your favorite cow feature?" Barrus motioned to the udder with his eyes and then back to her face. "You mean... besides the obvious?" Julie smiled, and rolled her eyes. "Yea, besides the obvious." "F-face. Probably. Cow face, with human head. Something about it just looks sup...er... cute." He trailed off as Julie's face started to change right in front of him. While masturbating him with her massive milk tank, she was making unbroken eye-contact. The bridge of her nose flattened a bit, becoming less projected but much more wide. The end of her nose started to turn pink at the same time her lips turned from red to candy pink and the two connected. The end of her nose around her nostrils became slightly textured and cool and moist. Her ears started to grow and becoming leaf shaped; cartilage inside thinning while new muscle fibers took root in the base. She playfully stuck her own larger tongue out at his bewilderment. She felt his first scrotum draw up, then the next, then the next. Julie spread her legs further and mashed her udder down fully into him, pinning his cock to his body, so when he exploded, it painted a stripe up his own torso. Julie scoot up the bed a bit more, planning to take a nap. Barrus dipped into her bathroom to clean himself off before slipping his leather loincloth back on to leave. "So, every time I look at you, you are changing. What gives?" Julie was startled back into sitting upright, she did not see him come back out of the bathroom and quickly aborted her effort to see if she could suck her own udder. "My transformation was created by Moth, the sorceress paragon. It was never actually tested before she left RHE so it was sitting in storage since forever ago. Decided to make an experiment of myself and try it. It gives me free reign but... it's sort of too free." "How can you be 'too free'?" "Well I can pick and choose what transformations I get, using what genes I have injected myself with. But any conscious thoughts trigger it, so I can also accidentally give myself a change. And once I have a change, I can modify it but not get rid of it- because having a change means I am always thinking about it a little bit, so I can't get rid of it. Sleeping reverts me fully to human, which is a very good thing. I also can't really lock myself in though because of it. I change whenever I think of a change enough, and I revert whenever I go to sleep..." Barrus nodded, understanding. "So you can't ever finish. There is no option to settle down or adjust because you will be transforming forever." She nodded, bouncing on the bed a little. "Good thing I only injected myself with bovine genes. If it had a more varied trait pool to mold me from, my body would be complete chaos all the time." She spoke up again when Barrus turned to leave. "Oh and 66? You are not a prisoner. Consider your own feelings before you reply next time. That is an order." Barrus huffed with a small smile, turning his back to her again to leave. "Ah. Being a prisoner in heaven ain't so bad." She threw a pillow at his back as he walked out of the room. "Aargh, you're hopeless!" Morgan returned in a few minutes after Barrus left to check up on Julie, and took many notes on the effects of the Gummy tincture. It worked as intended, sure enough. It would not be fit for common use with test subjects however because there was no mechanism in place to start or stop it consciously. For it to work ideally, it would require a mental trigger to be flipped first before it does it's thing. It might have one more added benefit though- or at least Julie theorized. She had Morgan take a blood sample from her to test it later. The process always started with creating a benign extract from animal DNA using alchemy, then using transformative magics they convert the essence into a transformation tincture. This way the effects of drinking it alter your actual genes, making for a permanent transformation, so a constant mana flow is not needed. If you used magic only to transform someone, the spell would end when the local mana was depleted. If you took a DNA sample of someone transformed entirely by magic only- it would look like a normal human gene. So their genetic code would be exactly the same even though their body is not. Using the RHE tinctures however, the DNA IS altered. If Julie's cells keep changing form and function back and forth however, they would wear out a lot less. Converting them sort of resets the age of her cells, but she is constantly changing them. As a side effect, Julie may have extended her life span by a great many years, allowing her to live well past 100. Once Morgan left back to the research buildings, Julie decided to have a quick nap. She flopped on her side and curled into a fetal position, so she could push her udder up with her legs and cradle it to her body like a bouncy warm pillow. Julie woke up from a very loud noise with a gasp, looking around startled, and then confused as to why it was so dark. She looked at the clock beside her bed and groaned. She meant to take a quick nap. It wasn't even lunch time when she went to sleep- it was now almost 9 at night. "Well... my sleep schedule is fucked." She gasped again at a loud crack of thunder. "Guess that is what woke me up. G Jeez, it was perfectly sunny out when I went to sleep." Rubbing sleep from her eyes she shuffled over to the light switch and flicked it on, and then it immediately turned back off. "... ok. Guess watching TV isn't an option now." The storm had cut the power to her house. Each district in the valley had its own sub-generator, so power wouldn't have gone out everywhere. Even if all the power blew out though- the research facility has its own rather large emergency generator to ensure no accidents ever happen. Materials in cold storage would only last fifteen minutes without power before they were basically garbage, so they had to make sure they remained powered at all times, even if nothing else was. Julie was once again perfectly human. At least she did not need to change clothes this time- she had to remember to tell HQ to send her extra clothing just in case. Every time she wakes up she has the potential to stretch her clothes or completely burst out of them depending on her transformations. And the fact she cannot fully predict the changes made it more likely she gets caught in her clothing. There was a knock at her door though, which also startled Julie a bit. It was weird anyone would be out in this weather. They likely seen her lights turn on in the dark, so they knew she was awake. Suzy stood there, sopping wet and a bit breathless. "Oh my gosh! Julie!" "W-what, what happened?" "You'll never believe it! It's raining out!" "I... yes. I can see that. You had me worried, I thought something bad happened!" "I know! I also like to mess with people!" She startled giggling and playfully headbutt Julie in the stomach with her huge horns. "So, you up for a hike?" "In this?!" "You're not made of sugar are ya? You won't melt in water. I LOVE the rain and it is intense out here tonight. Thunder is super loud too, but it almost always is here for some reason." "It's the hills." "Huh? How would hills make thunder louder?" "The island is bordered by steep hills and cliff sides- the valley is actually an extinct caldera, making the entire island bowl shaped. So its natural geographic features cause it to act like an amphitheatre- the sound of the thunder refracts off one hillside and then gets trapped ping-ponging between them, causing sound to become trapped and thus appear to be incredibly loud." Suzy was impressed with how much Julie knew about the island and just life in general, but like the other night it was Julie quietly following Suzy's guidance mostly. Julie had spent many years now monitoring the island, and looking down on it from her lab up in the research facilities, but she had never really visited it. She was always up in the research area, never venturing down into the island so her distant view was all she had. So even though she knew almost everything about it, this was her first time ever experiencing it, and she looked a bit like a kid in a candy shop. It took all of ten seconds for her to become completely drenched but neither of them particularly cared. Even at night the island was pretty warm, it was situated in the sub-tropics, near the equator, so even in the winter it was not actually cold. The two glanced at each other and smiled each time there was a really bright flash. The lightning danced across the sky like a serpent striking its prey, vanishing back into the clouds on the other side. The rain drops were large and came down steadily, causing them to have to talk a bit louder to hear each other over the pattering of rain. It was an incredibly soothing sound. Some people fear thunder but Julie had sometimes gone to sleep using the sound of a thunderstorm as white noise. Soaked, Julie's fluffy mane actually looked wavy rather than curly- straightened by the weight of the water in it. Suzy's hair was still tight curls, it just sunk lower with the weight. It was over halfway converted to sheep wool, so the curls were far too tight to be undone. The water collecting and dripping off the underside of her udder occasionally tickled her. Suzy gave Julie a bit of a tour of the island, or at least their area. The island was rather large, so the homes were pretty spread out, each had ample space around it for women to roll in the grass. Around Beryl's house was a field of lavender that filled the air with potent but pleasant smells. There was trees in the valley but not too many, and almost all of them were near homes- the seeds having caught on the structures while being carried on the winds. Each house was connected to the others by a long and often winding path of shale stones sunken into the grass, and where the most paths united a pool was made as a sort of gathering area, with proper cobblestone surrounding it. While it looked flat when you were in it, looking at it from a distance revealed the valley was not exactly flat, there was a lot of hills, they were just very shallow. Julie and Suzy wandered up away from any of the homes, the ground getting steeper as they climbed. The grass was not tame here, and was dotted with a huge assortment of wild flowers as they got to the sparse forest that acted as the border between the valley and the cliffs at the island's edge. With the trees just behind them, the two sat in the tall grass and flowers and looked back down at the valley, down at all the homes below. A blue-white glow would occasionally flash from above as a brief gap in the churning clouds revealed the moon beyond. They threw around the word paradise often without even thinking about it, but it really was. There was no crime here, nothing to really stress over. Their needs were taken care of- all food and shelter provided, all they had to do was make and give milk, which in itself was pleasurable. Caught in the awe of it all, and also taking more than a few glances at Suzy's body, slick with water Julie was finding herself a little turned on again, even after 66 worked her over. Granted, she did sleep for around almost 12 hours between then and now. Suzy never wore a bottom, so her black sheep teats were always bouncing out in the open. Her udder was too large and low for her shirt to possibly cover. Thanks to the rain it was glossy from the water and shimmered in the lightning flashes. Julie felt the tingle of change in her, but it concentrated to her crotch, making her a little nervous. She was probably growing a sheep udder like Suzy, right? Though, she felt really aroused, maybe she was growing a huge pussy like with 66... which would make wearing pants awkward. Suzy looked at her as soon as her breathing started to get deeper. "Oh, changing again? What is it this time?" Julie just shook her head. "I don't know feels~ nnngh" She stifled a moan. "Odd." They both seen a bulge stretch the front of her pants but both went wide-eyed at the shape! It was far too narrow! Julie quickly lifted her butt long enough to pull her pants down a bit, unintentionally catching on its end and causing it to *twang* back into place, making her cry out again! Her clit was big, but even more than that, it was very long! The clitoral hood was getting larger as well though, building up thicker folds of squishy dense flesh! It was growing so rapidly in pulses with her heart beat that you could almost hear the skin stretch! When she felt something stiff growing even deeper within her pelvis she knew what was happening and groaned. "Oh no... oh... aahn~ no." "What is happening to you?" "I just realized the genes are not explicitly cow. They are BOVINE- they are not gender specific!" "Not gender s-.... you're turning into a BULL?!" Julie squirmed and moaned in place. The feeling from within was her ovaries mutating and growing larger, converting to testicles! Her vaginal passage started to clench tighter, getting smaller with each pull. Her labia fattened a bit as they pulled closer together, slowly starting to fuse together at the top and bottom. Her clit continued to throb larger and longer. Once her clit was over eight inches long, each throb caused a urethral bulge to swell larger off the underside of her clit, having been redirected from her evolving pussy. The now thick, large clitoral hood wrapped all the way around the base, forming into a furless sheath. Julie grunt and raised her hips, pushing against the pressure within and then gasped twice in succession as she birthed two testicles into her now formed scrotum. The balls quickly grew to normal human proportions, but it was clear that was not their goal as they continued growing. Julie could not stop herself as she grabbed the squishy flesh of her sheath and yanked back, exposing more of the developing shaft and seemed to promote its growth with her increasing horniness! It became a foot long, then a foot and a half, then two, then two and a half. She was breathing fast and heavy- it almost looked like she was drooling on herself but it was just the rain water catching in her mouth. A bull's sheath travels up half its entire torso, the phallus does not leave the sheath till almost right over top of its belly button. So a bull's dick looks decently long normally- but in actuality most of it is still internal. Julie's sheath wasn't even a fraction of the size of an actual bull, but her dick was full sized- causing the amount of exposed shaft to be tremendous! It finally stopped growing at three feet long! It was still narrow enough for her to get her hand all the way around it though- bulls do not have girth. The rainwater felt amazing against the searing hot shaft, making it twitch with each cool droplet that collided with it. The arch of the shaft was so long the tapered point was almost pointing back at Julie's face, so every time it throbbed she blinked on reflex, afraid it will buck back and jab her in the eye. Her balls were large and oblong- full bull testicles, long loose scrotum and all. While it felt amazing, part of Julie clenched up in resistance. Her feminine side was offended by the very masculine presence on the same body, and she inhaled sharply grabbing both breasts through her shirt as she felt them start to swell in defiance! They swelled very quickly, the rain water again helping to cool them off as the rapid cellular growth created friction and thus heat buildup- and the fatty mass of a pair of tits was already overly good at insulating. Suzy for once was totally silent, watching dazed and blushing at the transformation. Julie's breasts filled her shirt, sliding along the wet, clingy fabric. Her nipples swelled up larger and then her areola swelled as well. Julie grabbed the top of her breasts and dug her fingers in- pulling the top of her tits up and back while their weight pulled them down. Her nipples split again like the other night, dividing into two complete areola and nipples and then the areola continued to swell out, making her nipples look a bit like tiny goat teats, like Beryl's boobs! Her top was tented outward by the four teats, which all bent slightly in towards each other from lack of room. Her top lifted as her breasts collected more of the fabric, exposing more of her torso to the direct rain. The water made the shirt stretchier than it normally would be though, so it never ripped, even though it was incredibly tight. Julie just sat there catching her breath, a bit stunned by the two changes. Suzy reached forward and grabbed the shaft near the end, causing Julie to shiver from the jolt of pleasure before she could speak up. Suzy kept her hand in place and moved over to between the bewildered Julie's legs and plopped down facing her. She unintentionally rest her large plush black udder against Julie's big bull balls. Because it was so long, Suzy took the base with one hand and the end with the other to masturbate it in two different places at once. Everything was slick with rain water, so the pre that started to bubble out was just extra. Between her two small hands there was still a good section of the middle of the shaft that was not being touched at all. Julie managed to sit herself up, and ushered Suzy's hands lower. Suzy then started working just the bottom of the shaft and tugging on the sheath and scrotal flesh gently, rolling the balls within. Julie with a bit of trouble managed to shimmy her massive boobs out of her shirt and slapped them together around the middle of the shaft, and then sucked the end of the penis that was still sticking out of her cleavage! She placed a hand on either breast and squeezed them together as she gently thrust her hips. Now with the pink prong fully coated in supple, slick female flesh, it did not take long for Julie to reach her limit and she promptly swallowed her own load- to make sure she did not goop her hair or clothes up. It only took a minute for the large bovine cock to lose strength and slide back into the sheath, causing it to bloat up fatter to make room. Julie's face was flush in spite of the rain cooling it. "Uh... thanks." Suzy laughed nervously. "W-well you looked like you were having trouble. You get used to helping people settle in with their bodies, since it can be pretty intense when the transformation is still happening. Takes some getting used to, so people get a little out of control and need a hand sometimes. But your stuck changing..." Julie nodded, seeing her phallus was fully soft now and quickly flopped her balls back into her pants to pull them up. "Uh... don't tell anyone I had a cock, ok?" "Had? You still do!" "Well, I won't as soon as I go to sleep." "Is your voice deeper too?" Suzy leaned a little closer. "Is it? My voice sounds like shit to begin with so it is hard to tell, haha. Well, that will wear off when I go to sleep too." She yawned. "Which might not be that long from now. Oxytocin is done ravaging my brain, now I am burned out." "Oxy-what now?" Julie laughed. "Chemical that heightens arousal, it is released by the brain during sex but it burns through your energy quickly, which is why guys generally pass out after blowing their load. Well, there is also prolactin, and the fact a male orgasm is explosive while a female orgasm is implosive. The slight change in my voice would be a side effect of testosterone, produced thanks to these bull nuts." Julie leaned back a bit, seeing the flash of more distant lightning in the beads of water that collected on the lenses of her thick glasses only when she leaned back. "Wait, you aren't going to sleep here!" "The grass is comfy, and the rain is so refreshing~" "No, no no no. Hanging out in the rain is fine but if you go to sleep in a storm you'll catch your death of a cold for sure." Suzy grabbed her arm and tried to drag her up but paused almost immediately. "Oh my god! You are as cold as ice! And your bleeding!!" "H-huh?" That woke Julie up a bit more. Suzy let go of her right arm almost immediately, afraid she had hurt Julie somehow. Julie rolled her arm back and forth, seeing a few drops of rain that were tinted red from her blood, but could not figure out where it was coming from. Finally she rolled her sleeve up a bit and seen a rather large splinter wedged above her right wrist. She just casually pressed in where it was sunken the deepest and pushed back the other way. She drew more blood out of herself but also pushed the splinter far enough that she could grab it with her other hand and pull it out. "There, good as new." Suzy looked a bit shocked and confused. "Didn't that hurt? That was a huge splinter, how did you not even know where it was?" Julie laughed. "You picked the wrong arm." Since her shirt was still rolled up on top of her huge breasts anyway, she grabbed it and pulled it completely off, making Suzy gasp at the large amount of gnarled leather-like, angry pink scar tissue. There was a crater in Julie's right shoulder and a circle on the other side, where a chunk of shrapnel lanced straight through. Spreading out from that were scars of grievous chemical burns and smaller debris. That was why her voice was so dry and gravelly! The scar tissue extended onto the bottom right side of her throat- her voice box was permanently damaged! Her right hand was freezing cold to the touch, but not her left, because the right had poor circulation. Julie held her hands out toward Suzy level with her fingers together, to show her how much the right hand shook uncontrollably. "I have very little feeling in my right arm, it has severe nerve damage. I am right handed, but I always sign my name with my left hand because no one could read it otherwise, I can't hold my right hand still." Suzy seemed a lot more bothered by it than Julie, holding a hand to her lower neck, likely imagining how severe the wound would have to have been to leave such grim scars. Julie explained the scars are a result of her earlier experiments. She had a firm grip on the knowledge and jumped right into advanced application, thinking she could easily make headway in research. Without giving the chemical components time to steep with the magical elements, the reaction was far more volatile than it was meant to be and it literally exploded. The pit in her shoulder was a shard of her metal lab table, still glowing at the edges as it speared her. Julie laughed it off now, but also noted had she been standing a few inches more to the side, that metal spear would have gone through her head instead of her shoulder, and she would have been killed instantly. And that is why Moth chose her without hesitation to work here with RHE. Julie knows more than anyone to be patient, to double-check, and to always consider all influencing factors. She had to be especially careful now that her right hand could not be steadied, so it was prone to spilling things. She wore her grim markings with a sort of pride. A contrasting comparison; to see the genius she is now, and look at those scars to see what a fool she had been in the past. And a complete lack of additional scars to measure the distance between her past and current self. Suzy decided to take Julie back to her place to get dried off and rest. Her house was closer to the hills than Julie's. Suzy actually lived right north of Beryl so you had an up-close view of the lavender field, when it wasn't pitch black out anyway. The power was still off when they got in. Suzy tossed Julie a towel and she plopped onto the living room couch once she was mostly dry again- or as dry as a single towel is going to get you. She just tied her shirt around her hip for now and went topless, squirming in and out with breasts this big was too difficult. The fabric clings to her skin so until both were dry, she wasn't even going to try. Suzy snatched up her glasses when she put them down to dry off, and tried them on out of curiosity and immediately felt dizzy and disoriented. "Oh gosh, you're blind too?" "H-huh? Oh, haha." She took the glasses back. "Yea, pretty much. I am extremely short sighted- far too many hours with my nose wedged into the spine of a book in not optimally lit libraries. I can't even read a book while holding it normally- I would actually need to put my face, like, right up to the page to read the text." "Jeeze... life of a researcher is hard." Julie just shrugged. "Everything has its cost." This time when Julie took a nap, it was a nap. She woke up and hour and a half later to the sound of Beryl and Suzy talking softly by the kitchen. The kitchen and living room were connected, the only division was the floor turning from carpet to tile. Beryl did not look like she had gotten wet at all. When Julie glanced outside she seen the shadow of clouds cast over the valley by moonlight. It was quite windy now, but the rain had stopped and the storm had moved on. Her top was definitely dry now so she exhaled to make her torso as narrow as possible and squirmed her way back into the shirt. She managed to sneak up to them without Beryl catching on that she had woken. "Hey!" "Ah!" Beryl flinched so hard her front hooves slipped on the smooth counter top and she almost fell over it. "Oh, Julie! Oooh... the other night! That was a terrible introduction! I didn't even know anyone new was here!" "Heh, its okay Beryl. People are allowed to drink, we are all adults." "Yeaaa... but... I am not a drunk! Literally the first time we met was when I was drunk! I am sober most of the time!" Suzy had her head in the fridge a moment and looked back at the two on the other side of the counter. "Hey, you want some cheese to snack on?" "Oh! Sure, you know me, I like my cheese like I like my drinks- dry and sharp. ACK-" She quickly turned back to Julie. "No, it's not what it sounds like!" Over the next several days the three of them hung out quite a bit, and wandered around exploring the island. Beryl actually knew some of the forest pretty well, because being on all fours made her more sure-footed than most. Because it was humid often and shaded, most of the forest was covered in frilly delicate mushrooms and thick bushy moss. One day Julie had to spend indoors entirely though because she had well exceeded her size limit. Julie was a bit disappointed she could not match the endowments of larger girls like Amber. Amber, also known as subject 33, had an udder larger than her entire body and required a modified dolly to move it around with. In thinking about that, Julie wondered what her limit actually was, because most of the visible mass is fat, and she could just eat to get fatter. Simply thinking about that however was enough for the spell to do its work. It could give her anything a human or cow had... and both animals are capable of getting fatter, with seemingly no limit. So on that day her breasts actually crushed the walls of her room outward, bending them all as she completely filled her room. She needed to call Barrus just so he could shove his way inside to bring her food and water, because she was completely immobile for the rest of the day, anchored in place by monolithic tits. Barrus also massaged them for her, which unfortunately relaxed her enough that she started to automatically express milk and caused flood damage in the hallway. The day after the next, RHE had repair men in her house repairing that little experiment. One day, she had been out wandering with Beryl and finally decided to ask. "So... why did you come here originally anyway? Was it money trouble? I know a lot of people came here because of that; 11, 12, 66, 85, 86 just off the top of my head." The soft clacks of her hooves on the shale path slowed considerably. "Oh... I just... I don't know. I wanted to be useful. The position advertised obviously did not say what all was going on here, but it did mention being a test subject. It sounded like a job that would help out, while not requiring any sort of skill on my part, so I went for it." "Well I mean, you could have helped out any number of people in any number of ways that were not this, too. What about your changes... you said you requested to be more on the animal side?" Beryl hung her head low a moment, causing her hair to brush the ground slightly. "I-if you don't want to talk about it-" "No it's... it's fine. I just don't want you to get the wrong impression. I went more animal so I could go bigger on milk production!" Julie was about to say that sounded perfectly normal, but Beryl spoke up again before she could. "And because I hated my body anyway." Beryl looked up at Julie and her face scrunched up a bit like she was bracing for impact. "You wanted to help, but only thought you could do it through something that had no credential requirements, and hated your body?" "And here we go! Beryl has self confidence issues, lets all hold a pitty party for the worthless mope." "Woah! Okay, calm down." "I am calm!" She said, clearly disgruntled and unintentionally stomping her front hooves. Her brows were furrowed so hard it was like they were trying to meet each other in the middle. "We are friends, aren't we? I just want to get to know my friend a bit better. All I can do, is make assumptions based on what you have told me. It does sound like you have confidence problems right now, but you're welcome to explain why you don't." Beryl stood up, wobbling a bit to get her balance. "Look, I am sorry. I just know where this is going because it always goes the same way! I couldn't ever get my body exactly the way I wanted to. I wasn't ugly... I am not ugly, I know that, I am not blind. I was good looking, really, but it was an utter waste on me because I never did anything with it. I couldn't be some perfect model type and it wouldn't have mattered anyway because I wasn't very social! It was a pain in the neck trying to maintain beauty and I just couldn't be bothered. I had no interest, so it's a gift that was completely wasted on me." Julie held her hooves so she could balance easier. "All I really cared about was drawing comics but I was never really good at it, and I couldn't make any money doing it, so. Turns out leaning all your interest, talent, and practice into one thing that doesn't make any money is really bad for when your parents aren't supporting you anymore, because then you can't get a job that goes anywhere. I would be stuck doing starter level jobs for the rest of my life, toiling at a task I don't care about just to make enough money to stay alive and continue to work doing something I don't care about. Sounds like a real great life, huh? I am not terrible at everything, but I am not good enough at anything for it to particularly matter anyway. I am so average, it's bland. It is almost frustrating because of how good I looked or how decent I was, because it seems like I should have been able to be great but I am constantly not. Even my looks, look fine but then something like my eyes fucks it up." Julie's eyebrows twitched at that. "Y-your eyes?" "Mismatched. Asymmetrical, abnormal." "NO!" Julie pulled her closer, bopping their foreheads together. "Don't you dare insult your eyes! They are like precious gemstones! Do you know how rare they are? I am a genetics specialist, so you better believe I do! They are beautiful, and rare, and perfect!" Julie's eyes had tears in them and her face was turned red from her burst of emotions, causing Beryl to be shocked silent for several long moments before trying to pull back a bit. "Uh... look. I know me, even the parts that aren't outwardly expressed. You are my friend so of course you see me through rose tinted glasses." "Okay! Then we will get a third party!" "Oh come on Ju-" "Here, I will show YOU a place on the island for a change." Julie took Beryl by the hoof so she had no choice but to follow along, or stumble back onto all fours. Julie took her far north, toward the research buildings. At first Beryl thought she was going to take her to see one of her former co-workers in the labs, but they turned east before following the road up to the research buildings. She did not know what was over here. There was supposedly hidden bunkers with the extreme test subjects in it, but that was on the west not east. They came on a forest of well trimmed hedges and marble pathways, and eventually got through enough of it to see a huge mansion at the middle of it. It looked like a small palace! There was a huge bull head mounted on either of the huge doors sealing it closed, and Julie took the septum ring knocker on the bull head and slammed it into the door several times, making sure the sound echoed through the mansions many halls so its master knew there was guests seeking audience. Julie did not wait for the door to be answered through, and needing to heave on it with both hands she managed to get one door open enough for them to get inside. Inside it was even more ridiculously posh. The floor was made entirely of giant amethyst slates veined with quartz, and the walls were white marble. Golden candle fixtures were etched with flame enchantments allowing them to be lit without having to bring a spark to them. Up ahead at the end of the long hall was the main foyer. It was three floors high- bordered by balconies that connected the upper hallways that lead into it. At the top was a glass dome that illuminated the room and the garden in the middle of the floor. Raspberry bushes, long stem roses, and an olive tree in the middle. Beryl gasped as she glanced over at a painting on the wall just before the main foyer. "N-no way... she... we thought she was just a legend!" The clatter of hooves against the solid crystal floor echoed down toward them as the very tall figure approached, her soft womanly chuckle preceding her. "There needs to be a beginning for there to be an end." Julie bowed slightly toward her as she stepped into the light. "Beryl, I would like to introduce you to... Test Subject 01. The RHE Genesis Project- the only model directly created by sorceress Moth." She stepped forward timidly with a gentle smile. "Serene Stonewall." Angels might as well have started singing the moment she stepped into the sunlight and revealed her unfathomed beauty to them. Though the Serene in the painting and the one standing before them were quite different. This one had almost 60 years on the painted version. Her once black hair was now silver. The deep creases had built up in the corners of her eyes, and laugh lines carved the memory of good times into her face. Her once nearly spherical breasts now pointed down more than forward, though still maintained a teardrop shape... just, a longer teardrop. You could see a few pale blue veins on the surface of her large breasts as some of the pigment in her skin faded with time. She leaned rather heavily onto an ornate cane as well to help her balance. In the painting she was in her prime, and back then her breasts were so colossal they nearly touched the floor- which was saying a lot given how extremely tall she is. She had a second tincture to try and shrink her breasts as she aged because she could no longer handle them at all. They were still outside any reasonable cup size, but only about a third of what they had been. This was as small as they could be made- since the tinctures are meant to work forever, fully undoing a change isn't usually possible. That was why she needed the cane; her back would have a real nasty lean without it. Her horns were giant, and went almost straight up, curving out at the base, then gradually in, then steeply out and in again at the very tip. An inscribed orb of solid gold was wedged into where the horns nearly met, balancing perfectly over her like an emblem of divinity. She had the huge leaf shaped ears of a Brahman, and a tiny piercing at the very ends, trailing a long tiny chain of purest gold connecting to a large ring in her nose, connecting both ears and nose together loosely. The bridge of her nose was wide giving her bovine nostrils- the coloration of her nose and lips though were black instead of the common pink. She had a few black splotches on her backside, but none on her arms or head, and only two on the front of her torso- all of which were on her skin; her body had no fur. She had one heart-shaped spot on her collar, with the downward point of the heart trailing into her cleavage. The other was an upside-down heart centered over her belly button, so its tip was pointing up to the underside of her cleavage. Her breasts permanently blushed a slight pink hue. Her areola were large and puffy, and her nipples were quite large when erect, but when not full or aroused they are actually inverted. Her legs were bovine, but unusually tall and narrow and the hoof segments were encased in bronze- shielding them from ever being scuffed on the ground. Uniquely, she did not have just two legs. Immediately behind her still human hips was fully bovine hips! She was like a bovine centaur except... no body. There was not a cow body below her human body, it was just one hip after the other with nothing in between. This however meant her huge cow udder had ample space to hang comfortably below her. The teats on the udder were thicker at the base like small cones, and the front teats bent backwards a little while the rear ones bent forward a little. Because of how they are positioned on their respective hips, this also meant she had two vulva! The one on the front was perfectly human, while the back was perfectly bovine. Like Beryl, her tail was unusually long, but not quite as long as Beryl, and the tassel on the end was normal sized. There was several metal hoops on her tail that were not nearly tight enough to stay on on their own, so her tail was always playing a bit of a balancing game with them. Her back legs were identical to the front, so she had four rear legs. Serene's hair had two narrow white stripes on either side of her head, which stood out a lot less now that the black hair was silver. Her bangs were cut just short enough to not interrupt the view of her eyes; blue like a mid-afternoon sky. Her hair was so extremely long and perfectly straight and well combed, that it exceeded her massive height and trailed at least a foot on the floor under her! Beryl went extremely quiet, frozen up in timidness, like an ant standing before a God. Julie on the other hand had already met Serene multiple times, as does everyone working on the research end. Serene is after all subject 01- every other test subject is based on the work that went into first creating Serene. Julie explained Beryl's situation, using Serene as an impartial judge. They all sat together on the edge of the central garden, in the giant pillar of sunlight. Serene gently placed a hand on Beryl's head and tilted it back to look into her crystal eyes. "Gods, yea. Hedgewall has the right of it. At least as beautiful as the gemstones your named after. But. Beauty isn't everything... or, much of anything actually. I mean, how often do you look at yourself? So why would you care what you look like if you barely ever look at it? Unless you decorate your halls with yourself like I did, haha." She motioned to the painting Beryl was looking at before. "But as you can see, physical beauty fades with time. It is only beautiful because it is fleeting." Julie nodded. "What really worries me though, Beryl, is you gave up your hands." She cocked an eyebrow. "But I can still live just fine without them?" "You said you lacked any other talents because all you cared about was drawing... you can't draw without hands." Beryl raised a hoof to stop the others from continuing for a moment. "Ok. Okay, yes. It was stupid, I was frustrated and wanted to just throw away my past life entirely. Maybe I shouldn't have lost my hands. In. My. Defense. I was not that good at it. Not bad, but not particularly good either. There is a lot of competition out there and not a lot of market for artists in the first place, so a so-so artist isn't going to make anything. My talent wasn't really helping anyone, I wasn't worth anything. Here, making milk and helping advance research, now I am worth something." "Worth?!" Serene furrowed her brows. A giddy smile slid across Julie's face. Ah yes, this was the Serene she came to hear. "I am beyond baffled when people talk about their worth. I want to be important, I want to be needed, I need to be worth something. To who?! Slave traders?! Humans have no worth- they aren't a God damned form of currency! You aren't asked if you want to be brought into this world, you just are. You have your own life to live, it is YOUR life, you are the only one who should have any power over it. Someone doesn't like what you are doing? Well its a good thing you didn't ask for their fucking opinion, eh? People used to tell me I was so precious and valuable like I was a gemstone to be traded off at an auction. I don't give a damn if anyone else thinks I am important- I am not here to impress them, I am not a circus act!" With a bit of a groan she leaned heavily on her cane and got up onto her feet again. "I am here because I want to be. I help others because I like to. I don't care if they are too ignorant or ungrateful to realize I am helping them, because I know I am still helping and its something I enjoyed doing." Beryl was a bit stunned seeing such a tranquil person suddenly so inflamed. "B-but my parents. I owe them so much, it would be nice to give back something. Show that I did something with the life they gave me." Serene closed her eyes and shook her head gently, sending tidal waves down her extremely long hair. "They created you because they wanted to. They raised you because of a choice-" She lowered her voice a bit. "Or consequence- of decisions THEY made in THEIR lives. You never asked for any of that, they did it because they wanted to, you don't owe them anything. You don't owe anyone shit. And you know what?" "W-what?" Serene placed a hand gently on her head. "Your smile is worth more than any amount of money you could have ever made. If you want to show them raising you was worth it- live. They raised you to live, to love, to be happy. Money won't do that. Maybe a job will, depends on what you yourself want. Sounds like what you wanted was to just draw. So draw, and be happy." "B-but..." She lifted up her hooves. "I... there... there is no going back. I am happy enough here, the island is amazing. It isn't perfect, but what is, right?" Julie took her hoof gently, examining it. "I haven't poked around your tincture breakdown yet. If you'll let me, I might be able to modify your genes enough to give you... sort-of hands. You may be able to draw still." And so Julie went to work. And slowly, the island started to change. Morgan brought equipment down for Julie to work on sight, and eventually a lab was built in the valley! Julie let the other subjects wander around inside and ask her questions, to learn more about what went into making each of them. After hearing from Beryl that the others thought subject 01 wasn't even real, she spread the word. Serene was very pleased to finally get guests to her mansion that were not the usual RHE staff, talking to the other subjects who came after her, and sharing her luxurious home. It often got dreadfully lonesome up there. Eventually a few other RHE staff moved into the valley lab, particularly Morgan since this meant she had to do a lot less walking to check up on everyone. With the added help, Julie cured Beryl's hooves! She was unable to restore proper human hands, but it was pretty close. Human fingers have three segments, Beryl only had two- and the former hooves were still present, segmented on the outward facing sides of her digits. This meant she could still walk on her fingertips, because when she applies pressure the segments lock together and brace the weight. Not long after, another rather large building was added to the valley- its first art gallery. As for Julie's own problem; she found a solution to that too. Her transformation is hard to modify once the changes are already in place, so she started a morning routine of deliberately transforming herself, giving her a high resistance to any unexpected changes! Listening to what her body had already been telling her, her common form was two areola, two nippled breasts, but only somewhat enlarged- so her loose shirts fit tight, but don't strangle her. A long cow tail so she matches with her new bestie, Beryl. She made sure to give herself the cow face that drives Barrus wild, so she can tease him, licking her neon pink lips whenever he looks over. Letting loose after her research had truly ended, she finally took off the ties and let her giant wild curls cascade over her shoulders, and turned them snow white except for a few stands of pitch black here and there. She got the large floppy Brahman ears like Serene, because she just personally thought they were adorable. Julie left her hands alone, while making her legs from the knee down, bovine. That was her usual go-to form from then on. But unlike anyone else of course, she reset every night, so there was nothing stopping her from getting crazy with it, if she was in the moo'd.

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Title: How Many First Times are There? Tags: periods, coitus, camping, secrets *[I preface my stories because I have received complaints that I don't always write stories that fit people's ideas about how a story ought to go. This story is about three sisters and the extended family connected to them. The category says "First Times, Memories & stories of people's first times". It doesn't specify First Times doing what. It contains discussion about teaching their young daughters about periods. It contains hetero sex between the sisters and their husbands, oral sex between two of the sisters and two husbands they aren't married to. It also contains the details of a secret. The story is set in Southern California.]* \* Almost all our friends know what I do. They don't all say it the way I do, but they know. When I was in college years ago my own mother asked me what I was going to be when I graduated. I said I was becoming a sex educator and therapist. A year later I had graduated and started working within the local school system as an educator. Mom told everyone who asked that I taught high school. On my own I discovered that telling anyone I was a sex therapist ended almost any chance I had with a nearby woman. I did finally meet one who wasn't put off by what I did. She was a physical education teacher at a neighboring high school and had put up with misconceptions about her life too. We dated for months, got to be really good friends and on one of our monthly camping/hiking trips we decided to move in together. In the phone call she made to tell her mother we were moving in together her mother asked what I did for a living. "Mom, he teaches for the district. He teaches the health and sex ed classes." There was a long pause in the conversation and I never did find out what her mother said. When the call was over I asked about it and she said, "She's decided she likes you. You aren't a lesbian." "Oh, but I am. Lesbians like women. I like women. Generally, lesbians are more oral in their sexuality and so am I." "I've noticed. Let's not have that discussion with my mother. Ok?" I nodded. Six months later I met mom. We were invited to her home for Thanksgiving dinner. I met the whole family. Jo, my lady, has two sisters who are a bit more traditional than she is. Carol, the oldest married the guy she dated all through high school while they were in their sophomore year of college. They now have two daughters. Next in line is Patricia, who got a teaching degree and taught second grade for ten years. After teaching four years she married a man who is now an administrator for an insurance company. They have two daughters. Every Sunday the whole clan sit together as an extended family in church in the same pew with Mom and Dad. Jo and I are missing. During the Thanksgiving meal Carol asked Jo, "What do you guys do on the weekends?" "We hike, go camping, explore things we can recommend to parents, and lots of other things." Jo said. Carol's husband said, "When I was a kid we went camping as a family. It was lots of fun. Where do you go?" "We went to Sturdevant Falls two weeks ago. It was just a trickle this time of year but it was still fun." "I went there as a kid. We went swimming in the pool." The sisters had not gone camping as children. From mom's comments she thought camping was dirty and girls should be clean. Carol's husband, Jack, asked me to keep in touch with our hiking and camping plans. Jo warned me on the way home that Carol would never allow the girls to go camping. Carol shared her mother's opinion about dirt. Two weeks later we planned our next camping trip. We wanted to go out to Twenty-nine Palms and camp at Joshua Tree National Monument. It would be cold at night but the sky would be spectacular. I called Jack and told him of our plan. He told Carol during dinner with their family and their girls wanted to go. One of their girls was interested in astronomy and even had a telescope. He called me back and we made plans to go together. Carol had not decided if she would go. She went. I did most of the cooking and Jo, Jack and I set up camp. We brought extra blankets, good air mattresses and made sure everyone brought lots of clothes to layer. The campground was almost empty. When it got dark we set up the telescope and looked at the sky. We started by looking at the moon. At about ten Janice, their ten year old, saw a shooting star. It was the first one she had ever seen. Ten minutes later her sister saw one too. Then I helped them see a satellite passing over us. Even Carol got excited about all the things there were to see. None of us went to bed until after one in the morning. Jo woke me in the morning as she often does when we camp. She wrapped her warm mouth around my morning hard on and quietly drove me crazy. Usually I can just make all the noise I want but with Jo's sister and nieces less than twenty feet away I needed to stay quiet. After I gave Jo her morning juice she licked her lips and said, "I've had my breakfast. Now we need to feed everyone else." We got up, dressed and exited our tent. There was a thin layer of frost over our campsite. I started the fire and got it going good and strong. Carol came out of their tent and quickly went to the nearby bathroom. I smiled, knowing that when she sat her naked butt on that toilet she would want to scream. That toilet seat was frozen. A few seconds after she went inside I did hear a yelp. When she came back I had a steaming cup of coffee waiting for her. She accepted it with gratitude. I added eggs to the frying pan along with the potatoes and onions I had already put in. Jo crumbled bacon we had cooked at home into the mix. Jack and the girls were soon out of their tent and hungry. As we ate we talked. The girls wanted to know when we could go camping again. They wanted to know where as well. Jo had thought ahead and brought one of our camping notebooks. They looked through it and picked a good spot. We sat around the campfire and planned the next family campout. It was after one in the afternoon when we left Joshua Tree. We had only planned an overnighter for their first trip. The next trip would be a three day, two night trip to a beach near San Diego. We would introduce the girls to hiking on the beach while we were there. Jo was impressed with how well her sister had done on a campout. On Monday I got a call from Jack. "We've got a problem and I don't know what to do." He said. "Can I help?" "I hope so. Janice is ten, you know. She's panicky because her best friend started her first period while we were gone, camping. Now she's asking lots of questions and Carol doesn't know what to say." "And?" "And... you're the professional! What can we do?" 'Get off the phone. Go to the library and get a book called, "What's Happening to Me?" Sit down as a family and read the book together. It answers ninety-nine percent of her questions. It is illustrated. It does tell the truth. After you read it together hand the book to Janice and Jenna and let them read it by themselves." "Then what?" "Carol should go to the store and buy supplies for the first periods. She should show the girls how to use the supplies and give the supplies to the girls." "Show them?" "Yes. Show them." "I'll tell her you said that." "Tell her I am willing to coach her and you in how to do all this. If it isn't done soon their first periods will be a trauma they don't need." "Thanks. This being a parent doesn't get easier does it?" "Yes! When Janice is thirty-three and living somewhere else it will be easier." "You promise?" "Yup." Jo had listened and when I got off the phone she said, "Mom never talked to us. My best friend in sixth grade showed me. The very next day I started. I was surprised but not scared. When I asked my sisters they both said that when they started they thought they were dying." "That is so unnecessary." "Mom never talked about s-e-x either." "You discovered it on your own?" "Not really. I knew sex had something to do with making babies so I didn't want to do anything that might make babies. I talked with the older girls at school. They introduced me to no-risk sex." "No risk?" "Eating pussy carries no risk of pregnancy." "So your introduction to sex was an introduction to lesbian sex?" "Yes. Our whole field hockey team would get together after practice and go crazy. Word got out somehow and the boys at the school started calling all of us lez or bitches. I wasn't a lez but I was terrified of boys." "I wouldn't ever want to be a teen again. It's so stressful." "If I could go back now, and keep my knowledge from now... I think I could really enjoy being a teen." "Hmmmm, maybe." At school I taught the sex ed classes and again was confronted by knowing that the district wanted the classes taught when the girls were eleven, after twenty percent had already had a period. The weekend beginning Christmas vacation the two families drove to San Diego County and camped at the beach. Jo and I arrived first and set up camp. When Jack, Carol and kids arrived I already had dinner cooking in my Dutch oven and dessert in a slightly smaller one. The kids and Jack explored the area until it was nearly dark and then we ate. Carol didn't say much at all, even during dinner. By nine the girls were bundled up by the fire and we adults were in our camp chairs also by the fire. Janice spoke up. "Uncle Nick, can I ask you some questions?" "Sure. I may not know the answers. I don't know the capitol of Nebraska." Jenna answered, "Lincoln." "Dad got us this book." Suddenly I knew which book and where this conversation was going. "And we read it. I still have questions." I turned to Carol and Jack, "What do you want me to do here?" "As I understand it our job is to make sure they learn the truth. Since we are so uncomfortable, you can teach them." "If you will." Carol added. "Ok, Janice ask." "Where does the blood come from before it leaks out of me?" "Do you still have the book?" Jenna flew to the tent and came back with the book and a flashlight. We talked about all their questions and I put the answers in a form they could understand. The book is really good, but some kids need a little more help. All kids need it reinforced, too. Janice got up and went to the tent and came back with a small bag. She held it out to me. "Mom says these are for me to use when the time comes. I don't know what to do with them." "Did she show you?" "No. She gave me the bag..." "And she gave me one too," Jenna said. Jo took the bag from Janice. She took them items out and looked them over. "Wait right here." She said. She went in our tent and came back out with a bag of her own. "Girls, follow me." Jack, Carol and I stayed in our chairs. Jo, Janice and Jenna walked to the ladies bathroom. I looked at Carol and asked, "Aren't you wondering what they are doing?" "Yes, but I'm embarrassed." "Go. Whatever Jo shows them they will have questions tomorrow. Go. Share in the education." She got up and went. They were gone almost half an hour. When they came back the energy between them was very different. Carol and her girls went into their tent. Jo came to us and sat down. She took my hand and Jack's and softly said, "I think it would be best if the girls all slept together tonight." We nodded and she joined Carol and the girls in their tent. It wasn't even ten and the fire was dying, the campground was quiet and only the sounds of the surf and the occasional pop from the fire were heard. Jack and I sat in silence until eleven or so and then I put out the fire and we went to bed. The day began with Jo and Carol making breakfast. After we cleaned up the site and went for a family walk. We walked two miles north on the beach, looking at birds, seaweed, rock outcroppings and we even saw a sea lion. Carol was more interested in the huge beach front homes we passed than the wildlife. Just before we turned to walk back Carol saw a woman walk to the edge of her deck and look out at the ocean. The woman was nude. Janice and Jenna saw her too and asked, "How come that woman and Jo don't have any hair down there?" Jack and I didn't say anything, we just slowed down and let the women answer. I would have liked to listen in, but I didn't. Jo caught up with us a few minutes later. I asked, "So why do you and that woman not have any hair?" "Because eating pussy is so much better when there isn't any hair in the way." Jack's head turned to look at Jo so fast I thought he hurt himself. Jo smiled at him and said, "Some women find it easier to be clean without any hair." "Last night, you showed them didn't you?" "Yup. As it happens I started my period yesterday. It wasn't a sterile demonstration. They now know that I'm bleeding and I won't die. When I headed for the bathroom this morning Janice followed me and wanted to see again. Now, when her time comes she is ready. Jack stopped and said, "You actually showed my daughters your... down there?" "No, Jack. I showed them my vagina, my vulva, a pad and a tampon. I showed them how to use each one and we talked about why I use what I use." "Oh, God. Carol must have been so embarrassed." "Actually, she was, at first. Then she got past that. She saw how important it was to her daughters and she undressed and showed them on her. We may be sisters but we aren't exactly the same." "Yeah, one of you shaves." Jack said. "Not the only difference." Jo turned and went back with Carol and the girls. Being the experienced camper I had a cell phone in my pocket. I took it out of the waterproof bag in my pocket and made a call. The guy promised they would deliver to site twenty-eight at exactly one o'clock. At ten until one we were back in camp and the ladies went to the bathroom. When they returned Jack and I were enjoying pizza. They joined us and we enjoyed lunch together. Clean up was easy, we put the empty boxes in the fire pit. It was too cool to swim but warm enough for some sun bathing. Janice was still self-conscious about her budding chest so when she went to the beach she wore a t-shirt over her suit. Jo went and sat with the girls. Jack and I went for a walk. "Do I ever get them back?" He asked. "Not the way they were. They are changing from girls into women. Everything changes. By the way, with both Carol and Jo on their periods and it being a full moon tonight Janice just might start tonight." "Isn't that old wives tales?" "Yup. Accurate old wives tales." He was quiet for a long time. When he decided to speak he stopped walking. I stopped and waited. "Does Jo like you to eat pussy?" "God, yes! And I love doing it." "Carol won't let me anywhere near her." "I've met her mother. I'd be pretty sure Carol's Dad never tasted her Mom, either." "Rather than making me feel better it makes me feel worse for both of us." "Yeah. Jo is the freest of the sisters, that's for sure." "That reminds me, Carol and Patricia have been talking. Specifically about missing church and about camping." "Are we going to Hell?" "No. I think Patricia and family would like to be invited along. They just feel bad about leaving Mom and Dad alone at church." "We can arrange a trip for a Thursday, Friday, Saturday and all sit in the pew on Sunday." "You and Jo, too?" "Sure. Not every Sunday but often enough that Mom might just think she is winning the battle against heathens." We went back to the site and looked at calendars and made a call to Patricia's husband Paul. He was a good guy and took to the idea of camping with us as a great idea. We let him know we were looking at certain dates as possible dates to include them in a campout. He suggested that Carol talk to Patricia about it. When the ladies returned from the beach they saw the calendars and maps out and wanted into the discussion. We acted like we had just started talking and over the next hour they decided that the weekend they didn't know we picked was the best one for the next campout. Carol even had the idea of inviting Patricia and family. Jo was in charge of dinner. She taught Carol, Janice and Jenna how to make Jambalaya in the Dutch oven. It was one of our favorite camping meals. Rice, ground turkey, veggies and spices. They piled the charcoal on the Dutch oven and relaxed while it cooked. Jack and family had never eaten Dutch oven cooking before we took them camping. That first meal turned them into big fans of Dutch oven cooking. I don't know if it was the stew or the peach cobbler that convinced them. Now Jack's girls could make a Dutch oven dinner. Over dinner they talked about buying some new camping gear. We advised them about where to get good stuff without paying top dollar. Jack and I shared the tent again that night. At about four I was awakened by hushed voices and the sound of the tent zipper on the ladies tent. All four of them went to the bathroom. Janice had started her period. Jack sat up and whispered, "What's going on?" "Your girl just started her period. Go back to sleep." We did. When I woke up breakfast was ready. Janice kept looking around like she expected people to be able to tell she was different. She was also afraid her Dad would say something. He didn't. We went for another walk. Carol walked beside Jack and held his hand. After a while he said, "Welcome back." She squeezed his hand and said, "You do understand how important all this is, don't you?" "Yeah. Nick, splained it to me." "You get something out of it too." "What's that?" "I shaved this morning." She smiled up at him. He stopped walking and pulled her close. "You shaved?" "Yes! No nicks or cuts either. I'm as smooth as a baby down there, just for you." "God! Are you going to let me touch you?" "Better than that. Jo and I have been talking, a lot. When my period is over we are going to play. Jo has volunteered to baby sit while we play. Lights on, and everything!" "God, I love your sister!" "Save it for me!" She ran off to rejoin the girls. Jack looked at me like someone had slapped him. "Did she just promise me what I think she promised me?" "If I were you I'd spend the next three days limbering up my pussy eating muscles." "Shit! I didn't think of that! I'm in trouble." Jo slid up beside us and asked, "Why would you be in trouble?" Before he thought, he answered, "Because I've never eaten pussy." "Nothing to it. Once you're past the smell, you've got it licked." She paused. Jack couldn't believe what she had said. "It's just something I heard when I was in high school." "Seriously. I may only get one shot at this. If I screw it up I won't be invited back." "Hmmmm. I have an idea. Just relax, I'll think it over." She kissed me with tongue and a sparkle in her eyes and went back to her sister. "What will she do?" Jack asked. "I have no idea." Back at our site Jack and I sat and popped a beverage. The girls changed clothes and went down to the beach. We could see them from where we sat. Jo walked up to us and asked, "Nick do you love me?" "Yes!" "Unconditionally?" "Yes!" "So, no matter what I do, you will still love me?" "Yup." "Jack, I just talked to Carol. She wants this to happen. I'm going to take you in the tent and teach you to eat pussy. You only get one lesson. Pay attention. When I cum, the lesson is over. The second lesson you'll get from Carol. Ok?" He turned to me, "Are you Ok with this?" "Yes. She's a good teacher. Pay attention and you'll do great." "How long does this take?" "If you are a really good student it could take an hour." "Jo, where is Carol?" I asked. "In the bathroom, cleaning herself." "For lesson two?" "No, Nick. For her lesson number one, with you." Jo smiled at me. Jack looked at me hard for a long time. "No fucking." "The lessons are about eating pussy. How to give and how to receive." Jo took Jack's hand and pulled him inside the tent. I heard the zipper close and him saying, "What do I do first?" A few seconds later I heard Carol's voice say, "What do I do first?" I got up and took her inside the other tent. I put a towel over a pillow and helped her undress. I kissed her mouth and after the initial shock of kissing someone not Jack she warmed into it. Three kisses later she pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. My hand went to her vulva and I touched her newly shaved pussy. She moaned into my mouth. A finger slid along her lips and I felt slipperiness. I helped her onto her back with her ass on the towel covered pillow. Jo had been very right when she said they might be sisters but were not the same. Carol had large puffy lips and I was sure that when I sucked them they would stretch. "You just lay there and enjoy. I am here for your pleasure. All my pleasure is in giving pleasure to you." My position between her legs let me lean just a little and kiss the insides of her thighs. At the first kiss her hands grabbed my head and her legs clamped on my head. I waited. She relaxed and I kissed closer to the treasure. I was in no hurry. When I touched her slit with my tongue the first time her hips came up and she thrust her bald pussy at me. My tongue thrust inside her lips. I explored her. Her lips did stretch when I sucked them. She produced lots of sweet nectar as my tongue and fingers touched her. I found and pulled on her breasts and nipples as I ate her. "When you like what I'm doing. Tell me. More, stronger, deeper, faster, lighter, slower." Over the next while she found and I found things that had her say each of those words. Finally, she said what I wanted to hear. "Please, Nick, make me cum!" I pointed my tongue and touched her clit. "Oh, Jesus! What did you do?" I did it again. "I feel sparks! Oh sweet Jesus!" As fast as I could I touched her clit with my tongue. Light touches, fast flicks. He legs tightened and her hips came up. I felt the muscles in her vagina tighten. My signal. I sucked her clit and pinched her nipples at the same times. "I'm... I'm dying!" She screamed. Her body froze in an arch and trembled. My face was flooded with her juices. Just as suddenly she relaxed and held still. I wiped my face on the towel. I wiped her pussy and noticed she wasn't quite done with her period. I smiled. I had never been put off by a period. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up beside her. She molded her body to mine. Hers was naked and I was still dressed. "Would Jo be angry if you fucked me?" "No. Jack would. Did you learn anything?" "Yes. I have nerves down there I didn't know anyone had. I know not to stay quiet! I know to put a towel down." "Good points. Sometimes I eat Jo and then we go to sleep. Sex isn't always about an ejaculation." "Aren't you hard?" "Of course I am. That doesn't make it a requirement that I have to cum." "Oh!" Her body shook from an aftershock. "Good orgasms often are followed by aftershocks. Sometimes they are also followed by more eating, nibbling, kisses and playing with body parts." "Could you eat me some more, please?" "I didn't make the rules for today. Your sister did. She and I are in charge of your first lesson. Your first cum ends lesson one. Lesson two you share with Jack." I heard the moan from the other tent that told me lesson one had just ended in that tent. It got louder and louder and I knew Jack had a good lip lock on Jo's clit. Seconds later she said, "Stop Jack! Enough!" I kissed Carol's breast and she curled her arm around my head, holding me to her chest. "How do I go back to not liking you after this?" "You don't. We become the best possible friends ever. You stop going to church every Sunday, we go once in a while and we smile a lot. We got up, dressed and as I started the zipper Carol said, "I'd better air out the tent. It smells in here." When we stepped outside Jo and Jack were tying the widows open on the other tent. We laughed. Jack and I got Cokes from the ice chest and sat down. Jo took Carol by the hand and they headed for the bathroom. We followed. We went into the men's side and stood by the wall between the sides. Jo asked, "Do you like it?" "I wanted more! I've never been so turned on in my life! Is Nick like that all the time?" "Pretty much. He figured out early that he didn't want to be a Dad at sixteen and he wanted to be popular. He peeked on his older sister and her boyfriend. She sucked him off and he ate her. He blackmailed her into teaching him how to do it. He's always been a good student. By the way, Jack is an exceptional student." "Oh, good. How soon can I take him on?" "Anytime the girls aren't watching. Did you fuck Nick?" There was a pause. "I wanted to. It only seemed fair. We didn't." "It's Ok. I knew I would want Jack too. It wouldn't be right without talking to them about it first." "You're Ok that I want Nick?" "You're Ok that I want Jack?" They giggled. "We better clean up and get back." We went back to our chairs and sat down. When they came out of the bathroom Jack asked, "How do you feel?" "It's a good feeling, being wanted." "Jo is really sexy." "So is Carol and very different from Jo." During dinner my cell rang. It was Jo's Mom. Dad had fallen and was in Hollywood Presbyterian Hospital. We were on the road within forty minutes. Jo rode with Jack and Janice. Carol and Jenna rode with me. Half way my cell rang again and I gave it to Carol. She asked me to turn to the shoulder and we put the girls in my car with their momma. At the hospital Jack, Paul and I became watchdogs. Jo and Carol did everything to take care of Mom and their Dad. Patricia had a notebook and every time a nurse did vital signs or said anything, she made notes. Jack, Paul and I went to get coffee, snacks for the girls and any other errand one of the women could think of. By dinner time we knew what Dad's status was. He had slipped on the front porch after he had washed it down with a hose, broken his right ankle and sprained his lower back. The ankle would take two months to heal. The back would have him on muscle relaxers and pain pills for weeks. Patricia told Paul to take their girls home. She would be going home with Mom. Jack and Carol would go home and Carol would go to Mom's the next day. Jo and I would check in often. During the time Dad was in the hospital some things happened. While Carol stayed with Mom her Mom walked in on her while she was in the shower. She saw that Carol shaved. It was embarrassing conversation but Carol told the truth and Mom didn't die. Two days later Patricia stayed with Mom and Mom told her about Carol and Jo. As soon as Patricia got home she called Carol. "Mom told me about seeing you naked." "Did she tell you about the conversation we had?" "Not really. She was too embarrassed. Did you shave down there?" "Yes! Is that all she told you?" "She hinted there was more." "Patricia, I need to ask you a question. I want the truth. Has Paul ever licked your pussy?" "What? No." "Why not?" "I don't know. He never tried." "Jack never tried either. When we were camping with Jo and Nick Janice saw that Jo was shaved..." "Your daughter saw Jo naked?" "Yes. She was showing Janice what to do when her period came." "Janice is too young for that." "She's already had her first. I'm grateful that Jo showed my girls what to do." "She's already had a period?" "Yes, and it was Ok. She wasn't scared. Anyway, she saw Jo and wanted to know why she shaved. She said that some women find it easier to feel clean if they shave. When we were alone she told me her real reason, she loves it when Nick eats her pussy and she shaves so the hair won't get in his way." "So, you shaved. Did you get Jack to eat you, too?" "Yes! Oh Patricia, it is so good! I cannot believe we went so many years without that pleasure." "Well, I'm not inviting Paul between my legs like that! That is gross!" "I thought that. I was wrong." Two days later Patricia was on the phone talking to Jo. Her daughters were a year younger than Janice and Jenna. She was concerned about them having their periods start and being scared. Jo told her what I had done and what she and Carol had done for Janice and Jenna. Patricia went to the library that afternoon. A week later she called Jo again and said she had read the book but couldn't bring herself to sit down with her girls and read it with them. Jo told her she wanted my advice and when I got home she told me about her call with Patricia. I called Paul. "Hey. How's it going Paul?" "Ever lived in a house with three women?" "As a matter of fact, yes. What sweet memories those are. But, what's going on that makes it tough for you right now?" "Not the girls. It's Patricia. Seems like ever since her Dad got hurt she's been worried about something and she won't talk about it." "Oh. Well, Jo and I want you to come over for a bbq. Friday night is Carol's night with Mom and Dad so why don't you guys come over? I'll cook some hamburgers, some chicken, corn on the cob and maybe even some dessert." "Sounds great to me. Let me talk it over with Patricia and I'll get back to you tonight." When I got off the phone I went to the calendar. The full moon was on Thursday of next week. Jo and I made a shopping list for the bbq and within an hour the phone rang. Jo answered. It was Patricia. "What are you two up to?" "A bbq." "There is more." "Yes, there is. We have a movie we want to share with your girls. It isn't about periods. Nick got it for his students at school as a reward for everyone in the class passing a test. They loved the movie! We both think your girls will love it too." "What's it called?" "Akeela and the Bee." "Oh. Well, what shall we bring?" "A small salad. You and I will probably be the only ones eating salad so don't make a big one." She accepted our invitation. On Friday we bought the supplies and started the bbq right after we got home. By five-thirty Paul, Patricia and their girls were in our back yard and the meat was almost done. Patricia's salad was big enough for the Ladies Aide Society . Paul and I forced ourselves to eat some of it. When dinner was over I started the movie for the girls and the adults sat back out at our picnic table. It didn't take long and Jo got the conversation to periods. Paul was very uncomfortable. He stood and said he was going inside to be with the girls. "No, Paul, you aren't. This is a part of being a parent of girls that must be faced. The dangers in ignoring it are huge and traumatic." I said. He sat back down. We talked long and pointedly about what stopped Patricia from reading the book with her daughters. Paul had never even seen the book. Jo went to my car and brought back a copy. We read it together. At least ten times Paul said, "I didn't know that." Patricia turned eleven shades of red as we read the book. When we were done she asked, "You showed Janice and Jenna?" "Showed?" Paul echoed. "Yes. Can you think of a better, faster way to show them that we have periods too and we don't die?" "But, it's gross." "Paul, have you ever seen Patricia when she is having a period?" "I see her every day." "Have you ever seen her vulva on a day when she is having a period?" "No, he hasn't." Patricia answered. "Then how can you say how gross it is?" "Patricia says it's gross." "It is as normal and natural as peeing. You do know that Patricia and your girls pee?" "Yes." "And you know that someone taught them about wiping so they don't cause infections?" "Huh?" Patricia blushed again and said, "He wasn't around when I taught them that." "It's time for the next lesson. We see more and more girls each year starting their periods in third grade. Eight, nine and ten year olds. They need to be ready." "Carol and I showed Janice and the next night she woke us up, took us with her to the restroom and showed us she knew what to do. No fear, no trauma. She was so proud of herself." "So, you want me to show my girls my body?" "Yes! It is the most effective teaching tool available for this lesson. You can begin by reading the book together, as a family. Then give the book to the girls and wait a week. After a week it's up to you, Mom. Dad doesn't have the parts for showing how to take care of a period." I said. "When that day comes, I'll come over and we'll both show them. It is a part of the female bonding that happens when women share." Jo said. "I'll take your word for it." Paul said. "On that day you can come over and we'll watch some sports on TV." "Sports? Paul doesn't like sports." "I have a mud wrestling DVD." "I'll be here!" We laughed. "Men are gross." Patricia said as we all laughed. After Paul took his family home Carol called. She talked with Jo for almost an hour. Her thrust was that Dad was frustrated being cared for like an invalid by all these women. Jo asked what I thought Jack, Paul and I could do for him. "I know something he likes and doesn't even want his wife to know about. Let me get the boys together and we'll take care of him." "What is it?" "A great secret. He doesn't want any of you to know about it." "How do you know about it?" "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you to keep you from telling. I won't tell cause then I'd miss you too much." "Patricia's right. Men are gross." She went into the kitchen and left me alone. I called Paul and Jack. They agreed to meet me for lunch the next day. Jo was quiet when we went to bed. I could tell she wanted to find a way for me to spill the secret but she couldn't think of how. I smiled to myself. At Red Lobster the next day Jack and Paul were waiting for me when I arrived. Over a great lunch I shared my plan with them. We laughed and laughed over how simple it was and how much we thought Dad would love it. We agreed to put it into operation Friday night. I realized that the women would be on their periods and a night out was called for, anyway. Back in my office I called Dad. "Nick, how are you?" "I'm calling to enroll you in a game. You have a little time to listen?" "Yeah. I'm alone for the next hour or so. Helen went to have her hair done or something." I told him about our plan. He laughed so hard I thought he might re-injure himself. He loved the plan and the secret. He knew how to play his role and wanted all of us to dress up for the evening. Suits were his plan. I knew that would further mislead the women and so I agreed and said I would tell Paul and Jack. We agreed to meet at Dad's and use Paul's mini-van for transportation. That night all the women knew some big secret was out there and none of them knew what it was. At nine my phone rang. It was Dad, laughing. "Secrets are a bitch if you don't know them!" he said. "I agree. What's up?" He told me and I howled! It was perfect! We would meet at his house at six, be met by a limo at six-thirty and go from there by limo. Mom would see all of us laughing, dressed up and getting into a limo. We would park so her car was blocked in and she couldn't follow us. After the call Jo said, "You guys are too damn smug. Something doesn't smell right." "You're right. Really, there is no secret. We are just picking Dad up and taking him out to dinner with just guys, tomorrow night. We just haven't ever done it as the men of the family and we're enjoying it." "That is such Bullshit!" All the next day at school I worked with students and parents with real and imagined problems. Some were tragic and some were funny but not to the students or their parents. When the day was over I drove home and set about getting ready for the big night out. I showered, shaved, used aftershave, polished my shoes, wore my best suit, blue shirt and dark blue tie. When Jo came home I was dressed except for the coat. She looked me over and liked what she saw, except for not knowing what I was up to. "You haven't kept secrets from me before. Why now?" "I promised your Dad. You don't want me to break a promise to your Dad, do you?" "No." She lied. When I left she made a feeble attempt to talk me out of going, she even offered me her body if I'd stay. I told her to be naked in bed when I got home and we would play. "Can't. I started my period yesterday." "I know. So did Patricia, Carol and Janice." I stepped out the door and left. Dad was sitting in a wheelchair when I got to his home. His wife, Helen, had worked hard getting him into a suit when he wasn't supposed to stand on his healing ankle. She expressed lots of misgivings about our outing. How would we get him in and out of the mini-van? How would he get in, wherever we were going? Would he eat properly? We weren't going to get him drunk or anything? I parked right close to their garage door, effectively trapping her car inside next to his Buick. She didn't notice. Paul parked his mini-van behind my car. He had taken the second seat out of the mini-van making it look like we had plenty of room for the wheelchair. Jack parked at the curb. We were all dressed in black suits, blue shirts and different colored ties. At exactly six-thirty a limo pulled into the drive and stopped. I rolled Dad out and we helped him inside. The driver tucked the chair in the trunk and we were off. Helen stood in the drive with her mouth open, watching us drive away. The driver knew where he was going. At the nearest on-ramp to the freeway he got on and within ten minutes had changed freeways twice. He drove us to a wonderful restaurant in Newport Beach, Las Brisas. They were waiting for us and served us an incredible meal of fresh seafood out on their patio overlooking the Pacific. During the meal we had pictures taken with various of the restaurant staff. We took our time. We told stories, shared our moment of male bonding and just before ten we were back on the road home. It was midnight or just after when I parked in our garage. As I walked past Jo's car I put my hand on the hood. Still warm. The lights were out and our place quiet when I entered. I made my way to our bedroom and as soon as I opened the door the lights came on. Jo sat in the middle of our bed wearing a dark blue t-shirt. One of mine. Her legs were covered by the sheet. She had not been asleep. "Ok. I want the whole story and I want it now!" "No way. I promised." "We know how to get you to talk." "I doubt it." "All three of us are making the same offer to each of you right now. The one who tells, gets the reward." "The reward?" "The first one to tell us everything gets to fuck all three of us!" "One at a time or all in the same night?" "I told them you would ask. Either way. Your choice." "Day time or night time?" "Either. Lights on or off." "Do I get to eat all three of you as much as I want?" "Within a twenty-four hour period, all you want." "What if we all tell and you don't believe us?" "You have to prove your story." "Do we all three get all three of you?" "No. Only the first." "Forget it! If we all don't get all of you I'll end up hating the one who gets all of you. I'd tell if the reward was that all three of us gets sex with all three of you." I hadn't told her that we had discussed this at considerable length. Dad abstained for the conversation. "Ok. I can get them to agree." "When?" "When what?" "When will the three of you share your bodies with the three of us?" "Soon." "Next weekend, camping." "Not with four young girls around!" "I can get Grandma and Grandpa to watch the girls. They can go to church together." "While their parents are out screwing each other." "I prefer to think of it as a weekend brunch." "OK! Done." "Call them. Put them on speakerphone and agree." Jo discovered the other men were on the same page as I was. Patricia didn't want to go along. I said, "Ok. The secret remains a secret. Brothers, stay firm. If they break us now we are finished forever." I hit the button and disconnected. There was nothing to say. I undressed, showered and got into bed. I kissed Jo a loving kiss with no expectations. We turned and went to sleep. The next day was filled with errands, phone calls and frustration for the ladies. I got three calls from Dad, who was enjoying the game a lot. Jo spoke to Patricia in the morning and Patricia called her back in the afternoon. Carol spoke with her sisters more than three times during the day. She invited us over for dinner. Jo asked if I wanted to go. "Sure. Paul and I are getting to be really good friends. Do you want us to bbq?" She scowled and said we would be there. This time we brought the salad. Paul knew we were coming over so he called Jack and invited them to join us. We men planned the camping trip over dinner. No mention was made of the possibility of it being a sex weekend. We had picked a nice quiet campground with pretty easy access, nice flat tent sites and a really small parking lot. The entire camp had only four sites. I promised to bring our two tents, Jack had a new tent and Paul borrowed a tent from his brother. It would look like we filled the camp. I called Dad and he agreed that they would take the girls for the weekend. Helen would pick them up from school and we could pick them up on Sunday afternoon. We asked the ladies to help us plan the menu for the weekend. They picked light stuff, salads, cut up veggies to snack on and grilled veggies with either chicken or fish for dinners. I wrote all that down and wrote shrimp, jambalaya and cobbler as well. Friday morning I took the day off after my morning meeting. I packed our SUV and called Jack. He agreed to pick Jo up and bring her. I would go to the campground and take all four sites. On the way I filled our really big (70 quart) ice chest with sodas, beer and a few bottles of wine. By four o'clock I had the campground. Back at the road from the highway to the campground I put up a sign telling anyone that the camp was full for the weekend. I stacked the fire pits with charcoal for cooking and firewood for night time comfort. I pulled up my camp chair, opened a beer and sat down to wait. A few minutes after four Jo called. "You are there already?" "Yup. Camp is set up, fires stacked, a beer is open and I'm just waiting for my beautiful woman to arrive." "You brought the food?" "I have it. Our 70 quart ice chest has beverages; the two forty quart chests have salad stuff, meat, condiments, and snacks. I have two boxes of items like matches, paper goods, and the like." "Ok, then. Jack just knocked so we're on our way. Bye. I love you!" The phone was dead but I said, "I love you, too" anyway. My hand touched the small box in my pocket and then I put the phone in the same pocket. I had another surprise for Jo. By a little after five Jack parked next to me and in a few minutes he and Carol had their tent up. They put down a tarp on the ground first and then the tent on top. Jo and I found some good sized rocks for them to use as weights in the tent. The weather report said it might get windy later in the night. No rain in the forecast. No sooner did Jack pop the top from his first beer and Paul drove in with Patricia. She went directly to the restroom and stayed inside. Jo and Carol followed her there. Jack and I helped Paul set up their tent. "What's the story, Paul?" "She doesn't want to be here. She's angry about the secret. Camping is dirty. She thinks everyone is mad at her because she won't fuck both of you." "Oh, that," Jack said. We all laughed, just a little, and not loud. By the time we got the old Coleman tent up and shook it to clear some of the dust out Paul needed a beer. As he opened it he saw all the food and said, lowly, "We may have too much food for three guys camping alone." "I'm staying." Jack said. "Me, too," I added. Paul looked at both of us and took a drink of his beer. We sat in our camp chairs looking down the road towards the big city. I didn't expect anyone to come down the road after I put the sign up, but stranger things had happened. Jo came out of the restroom and motioned to me to join her. As I got up Paul whispered, "Good luck. I've seen that look before." I whispered back, "Me too. It means she's horney." Both men laughed and Jo glared. When I got close I attempted to put my arm around Jo. She shrugged it off. "You know that Patricia is angry and upset." "What does that have to do with me putting my arm around you?" "I'm upset too." "You are upset on your own or because Patricia is upset?" "Both!" I stayed quiet. She would tell me what she wanted me to know. "She thinks you all are mad at her for not wanting sex with all of you. I'm upset because you want sex with my sisters. She's upset because camping is dirty. I'm upset because of how much work the three of us will end up doing this weekend." "Did I ask for sex with your sisters?" "No! But you wanted it for all three of you." "You three had agreed to screw one of us. It was Ok with you to screw Jack or Paul. Have I said anything about that?" "No! Don't change the subject. Patricia wants to go home." "I'll get their car keys and she can go. I'll bring Paul home on Sunday. Patricia can go to church with her daughters and Mom and dad." I started to walk towards Paul. "Stop! Nick, if she goes home, we all go home." "We all is a collective term. How big a collective is it, exactly?" "All of us." She waved her arms indicating the men and the ladies room. "Look, Honey, I'm not going home until Sunday. If you want to go with Patricia and hold her hand while she cries or suffers or whatever she does, you don't need my permission. I see no need or even a request from her that I get anywhere near her. Why would I go to all the preparation for this camping trip, set up camp and then tear it down and go home?" "Because I ask you to." "Or?" "Or what?" "Exactly. You know my thoughts. Now, tell me why I should pack all this up and go home?" "My sister is upset. I need to be supportive. You need to be supportive to me." "You win. Patricia is in charge of the entire family. She needs your moral or emotional support and that means everyone must give up their weekend for her comfort. The thing you say she is upset about in now in large part why she is right. She, Carol and you offered to fuck one of us. She thinks we're angry because she said no. Patricia is a drama queen. I want nothing to do with her. Not because she said no, because she is loving getting the entire family to dance to her tune. You win. I'll start packing and I will go home. You get to decide if I move out after I get home. I am not going to let Patricia dominate my life." I turned and walked back to the two men seated by the fire pit. "It has been decided that we are not camping. We, all of us, must go home because Patricia is upset. I am packing everything and going home. Paul, I'll help you take down your tent first." Paul got up and walked with me to his tent. "I'm really sorry, Nick. I didn't know she would pull this." "She hasn't they, the three sisters, conspired to have this happen. It will not work, for me. I love Jo more than I can even talk about, but I will not be run by the three of them. On my way home I have lots to think about." The tent came down easier than it went up. We got it folded and stowed in the trunk of Paul's car before we saw a woman. We went to Jack's tent and helped him finish folding it. Paul helped him carry it to Jack's mini-van. The women reappeared. I went to the ice chests and began loading them into my SUV. Jack and Paul started folding our two tents. The women watched and did not speak. When the tents were in the SUV and I closed the back our campground looked as if no one had been there, except for the premade fires still unlit. I gave Jack and Paul hugs and said, "Give me a call on Monday. Maybe, if we ask nicely we can have lunch sometime." I got into my SUV, started it and heard a knock on my window. It was Jo. "Are you leaving me?" "Did you come to the dance with me?" "Yes... no." "Did you wait over there for me to beg you to come with me or did you decide you wanted to be with me and got in the truck?" "I wanted you to ask me." "I ask you, years ago. Live with me, share my life, let me love you. How much invitation do you want?" Tears flowed down her cheeks. "I don't want you to go." "This is a joke, right? You stood over there and watched us do what you asked us to do, pack up and now that I'm in the truck and it's in Drive you don't want me to go. Well, Sweetheart, what the hell do you really want?" "I'm afraid that if you go you'll leave me. You'll move out and I'll be all alone." "Buy a puppy." "I don't want a puppy! I want you!" "Bull! Up until the last three weeks you have treated me as a woman treats a man she loves. I got consideration, love, care and respect. What I want is no longer important. You are in the wrong relationship. What Patricia wants is more important than us. Next time you want someone to hold you in the night, call Patricia. Next time the hot water heater breaks, call Patricia. Next time you want your sweet pussy licked, call her! I won't be available." She ran in front of the SUV before I could go. I honked the horn. She put her hands on the hood and looked at me with tears on her face. "Please, don't go!" She screamed. I shut off the truck and got out. Paul, Jack, Carol and Patricia stood back fifty feet or so, watching. I grabbed Jo's arm and led her back to the crowd. "Sit!" I said. They did. I sat on a log. I looked at Patricia. "Do you love Jo?" "She's my sister!" "That doesn't answer my question. Do you love her?" "Yes!" "Do you love Paul?" "Yes!" "You caused all the tears flowing down Jo's face. You asked her to choose you over me. She loves me and she loves you. You demanded that she choose you. Ok. You have seniority. I lose. Let her move in with you. I cannot, will not compete. You have ruined two lives because you have to win. I would never be able to face myself as a man if I let you run me like that. You want control so badly that it extends to even the smallest of things. You are the only woman I have ever known who demands that she is always called Patricia. Every other one I have ever known is called Pat. I don't know what your weekend will look like. I know what my plan was." I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a ring box. "I was going to ask Jo to marry me. She already said "No" by choosing you." The box went back in my pocket and I turned to walk back to my truck. I heard Paul's voice. "Pat, you have about twenty seconds before he drives out of our lives. You have that long to fix this! If you don't this could be the most expensive camping trip ever." At was quiet. I took five more steps. Jo ran past me and jumped into the truck. I smiled. Just as I got to the truck I heard Patricia's voice. "I am a bitch! Nick, please don't go! You are right. I want control and you took it away from me. Paul never would have kept a secret from me if you hadn't given him the idea. Now, he wants camping. He wants me to shave my pussy! He probably wants me to suck him, too!" I didn't get in the truck, but I didn't turn around, either. "My mother is like me. She needs control. Nick took it away from her too. Dad laughs every day because he knows a secret she doesn't. He hopes none of you ever tell. They've been together forty-two years and this is the first time he has had any power." I got in the truck and closed the door. Jo was in and seat belted in. "Hey, Nick!" It was Paul's voice. "Can I get a ride with you?" "No!" Pat screamed. In my side mirror I saw her jump up and hug Paul. He said something, softly and she acted like she had been slapped. She stepped back and he walked to the SUV. He opened the back door and climbed in. I pressed the accelerator and we drove away from the camp. When we were on the highway I asked Paul where he wanted to go. "Home. I need to pack." Jo sat quietly and cried. At Paul's home he got out and thanked me for the ride. The last thing he said was, "I'll call you at work on Monday." Less than a block from Paul I pulled over and shut off the truck. I didn't say anything. Eventually, Jo looked up at me and said, "I am a fool." "It may not be permanent. Everyone's a fool sometimes." "Paul is moving out. You are moving out. That sounds pretty permanent to me." "Have I moved out?" "No, but that's what you'll do when we get home." "With a judgment like that where is there room for a conversation about fixing what's wrong?" "Huh?" "It's a done deal. I'm already gone in your mind. Paul is already gone. You said so. What if Patricia rushes home and begs him to stay, blows him and begs him to eat her pussy for the rest of the weekend. Could that make a difference?" "I don't know." "But you pronounced them dead already and killed us too. If that's what you want, you got it." "Can I borrow your cell phone?" I handed it to her and she dialed. "This is Josephine. Shut up! Listen. Get home as fast as you can, tear off your clothes and suck Paul until he fills your mouth with spunk! Then take him to bed and let him have your ass! I know you don't like it! Will you like being divorced and raising two girls alone, better?" Pat talked. Jo interrupted. "For the first time in your life, let a man be in charge! You may discover you like it! I do." She hung up. "Stop at a motel, would you?" "Why?" "Home is almost a half hour from here and if it's Ok with you, I don't want to wait. I also don't want to be arrested here on Slauson Avenue." We stopped at the Hilton in downtown Whittier. We made it to the room. An hour later we had another first. First time as an engaged couple. The next day Paul and Pat joined us for breakfast in the hotel dining room and after breakfast we had another few firsts. Our first time watching sisters fucking us. Our first time fucking both sisters on adjoining beds. Their first lessons in giving and receiving oral sex. Seconds aren't bad either, you know?

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Title: Don't Look Back Ch. 18 Tags: m/m erotica, taboo, m/m romance, incest, father/son, contemporary, rural, hand job Marshall loaded the back of the beat-up old black pick-up with their fishing gear. Although the sedan was better for going out of town, the Chevy truck was their ride around town. He loaded the coolers, too: one for the beer and food they'd pick up, and one for any fish they might catch—they always caught fish, that was a given. And oh the things Lee could do with them. Made the mouth water. Of course, he didn't forget the blanket. Or the lube. Could never be too careful. They stopped by the grocery store to pick up lunch. Lee liked to tease Marshall that the girl who worked in the deli had a crush on him. Marshall claimed that was just Lee's excuse to make Marshall place their order. Although it was true she usually added a little something extra for good measure. Marshall said she did it for the both of them, both Lee only laughed. Besides, not like the whole damn town didn't know they were together, so how could she not know he was unavailable? They never hid that from anyone, and they were accepted for who they were by everyone. All right, maybe they didn't know everything, but they didn't need to. Folks in Burnham didn't pry. Even so, they were a close-knit community where it counted. As they were checking out, Marshall noticed Lee'd picked up something that didn't quite go with the rest of their selections. He gave Lee a skeptical look. "What?" "What's that for?" He motioned to the bear-shaped bottle, just before the girl put it into a bag. "It's honey," Lee replied helpfully. "You know, the stuff that comes out of bee hives?" The checker snickered. Marshall scowled, even as Lee assumed his smart-ass face. As if to atone for her laugh, the checker added, "Honey's good for both baking and cooking. My daughter loves it on her peanut butter sandwich." She gave him a wide smile, and Marshall couldn't help but return that smile. When he looked back at Lee, Lee's only comment was, "You'll find out," which told Marshall nothing, so he gave up trying. They picked up some bait from Jose's stand, exchanged a little chitchat with Jose, and invited him to come down and fish with them sometime. He said he would and wished them luck. The pond was at the far end of their property—far enough it was easier to take the truck than walk there—and it's where they did most of their fishing. It was big enough to take a small boat. They had a two-seat aluminum jon boat they kept under a tarp by the pond. Sometimes they liked to spend a lazy afternoon in the boat, poles in the water, relaxing together. Roy liked to join them when he could. Today, though, they were going to stick to the shore. There were some good-sized bass in the pond, as well as a family of ducks who liked to squawk at the two men for invading its territory, but they weren't averse to eating the popcorn or bread that was thrown their way by those same two men, either. Marshall and Lee carried everything from the truck to their usual spot beneath the jacaranda tree that grew near the pond. Planted by a previous owner, it was a good twenty feet tall, and even now was covered in bluish-purple blossoms. Marshall spread out the blanket while Lee straightened out the tackle. By the time he was done, Marshall was lying on top of the blanket, naked, beside the thermos of coffee they'd brought. "Hot already?" Lee arched a brow, and Marshall grinned at the double entendre. "Always for you." "Sure it's not for Kelly in the deli?" Lee teased, stripping off his own clothes and adding them to the pile of Marshall's at the edge of the blanket. "I'm sure," Marshall insisted, crawling across the blanket on his hands and knees to where Lee stood, watching him. "She's missing something very vital to my happiness, if you know what I mean." "No, what do you mean?" Lee made a point of gripping his hardening cock, pumping slightly, his eyes fixed on Marshall. "You know exactly what I mean. You're touching it." "Is this something you want?" "That's something I always want." Marshall had reached Lee's feet, and applied tender kisses to the top of first one foot and then the other. He looked up into Lee's eyes, trying to gauge his desire. He could go for it, and maybe he'd reach the prize he sought, but he had a feeling Lee had something else in mind. He just didn't know what, but he knew Lee would let him know. "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll give it to you. Later. For right now, I want you on your back. And no touching." Marshall had quickly obeyed the first command, and was well on his way to breaking the second when Lee spoke. Marshall pouted, but he didn't touch himself, much as he wanted to. Lee dropped to his knees beside Marshall's head. "My good boy," he murmured, just before he claimed his mouth with a kiss so passionate it stole Marshall's breath. Marshall closed his eyes and fell into the intensity of Lee's touch, at the fire in Lee's eyes, reveling in the intimacy that was theirs. Opening them once more, he stared up into the canopy of purple above them and caught his breath. "Just relax, and don't move. I'm doing everything right now," Lee whispered. He began to kiss Marshall in all of his favorite spots: behind his ear, under his jaw, the corners of his mouth. As he began to trail kisses down Marshall's neck, Marshall understood exactly what was going on, and why. He relaxed into the blanket, allowing Lee his way. Not that he didn't all the time, anyway, but today was special. Lee was making today all about Marshall. God, he loved Lee.

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Title: Don't Answer the Door! Tags: father, daughter, halloween, dildo, magic, zombie, orgy, bukkake "Oh my god, this is the best Halloween party ever," Allison said, as she touched up her eye shadow in the bathroom mirror. "I hope so, I've been planning it forever." Kaylee adjusted the blouse on her costume to show off her breasts better, and checked out Allison in the mirror. "I like your I Dream of Jeannie costume. Are you gonna be rubbing Adam's magic lamp tonight to see if a genie squirts out?" "Gross!" Allison said, and they both laughed. "Your Little Red Riding Hood costume's hot. I bet if Billy has his way you'll be Little Red riding wood." 'I hope so! If Billy doesn't fuck me at least once tonight, I'll go crazy." "Tramp," Allison joked. "I'm sure Billy will give you a treat." "He better, or I'll trick him and find someone who will!" They finished fixing their costumes and headed back downstairs to the Halloween party. Kaylee's house was decked out with all sorts of spooky decorations and props, and the front room was wall to wall with their friends and classmates from college. "Wow," Allison said, as they weaved through the crowd. "There are so many people here! I know they're in costumes, but I don't even recognize half of them." "Friends of friends, I guess. The more the merrier!" Kaylee handed Allison another glass of Halloween punch. "Thanks. I'm already so friggin' buzzed, what's in this stuff?" "Everything!" Kaylee laughed and grabbed an old straw broom that was leaning in the corner and pretended to ride it. "That's so cool! It looks really old, where did you get it?" "My mom took me to a bunch of antique stores to look for cool Halloween stuff. I didn't want to have boring old pumpkins and ghosts and paper decorations. I wanted authentic looking stuff, like it was from a real haunted house. We found that broom, some creepy old paintings, a cauldron, antique candle holders, and some other stuff." "And all the candles you used to light each room look so wicked, they make the house seem real Halloweeny. You're lucky your mom helped you out, my parents would never let me have a party." "Yeah, they're pretty cool. They're still here, hiding in the bedroom until the party's over and I tell them they can come out." Allison laughed. "And Chris? Is he here too?" "My brother? At a party? The only parties nerd boy likes are LAN parties. He's up in his bedroom playing on his computer and he told me 'we're not allowed in his room'. I think he's worried he might lose the virginity he's been guarding for 19 years." "Who wants to lose their virginity?" Billy, Kaylee's boyfriend, had snuck up and grabbed her from behind. "I would, if you hadn't already taken it!" Kaylee grabbed his cowboy hat and put it on her own head. "Well, maybe I'll take Red Riding Hood's instead" he said, as he reached underneath her skirt and squeezed her ass. Allison spotted her boyfriend Adam, dressed in a pirate costume, and waved him over. "Hey, there's something cool I want to show you guys in the rec room downstairs," Kaylee said. The four of them took their drinks downstairs and found some guys arguing over football in the rec room. Kaylee ordered them back to the party and locked the door behind them. She dimmed the lights in the room, and Allison noticed there was a ring of lit candles surrounding a spooky cauldron in front of the fireplace. "What are you up to?" she asked. "I thought we could use a little Halloween atmosphere." Kaylee turned on the CD player and sweet, sexy music poured out. "That doesn't sound like the Monster Mash," Allison teased, as Kaylee pulled Billy to the carpet and started making out with him. "I told you," she said, "if I don't get some I'm gonna go crazy." Allison felt embarrassed watching Billy slide his hands beneath her best friend's costume. But Adam wasn't bothered, and pulled her down on the carpet so they could join them. Adam kissed Allison and fondled her breasts through her costume. She turned her head and noticed Kaylee sliding her panties off. Adam rubbed his erection against her mound as they both watched Kaylee push Billy's pants down as far as she could. He kicked them off and Allison couldn't help but stare at his cock. She had seen it lots of times before, but was still impressed with how big it was. She was envious as Kaylee guided it into her pussy. Allison looked away, but Adam was still watching her best friend get fucked. "Hey!" she said, turning his head to look at her instead. "Sorry." He pushed his pants down, freeing his own stiff cock. "We shouldn't," she whispered, as she grabbed his shaft and started slowly stroking it. "Why not? They aren't gonna complain." He tried to push her panties down but she pulled them back up. "I don't know," she said, still slowly pumping his prick while watching Billy stuff his thick pole in Kaylee. "It's kind of creepy in here." As she looked back at the cauldron, she started when someone slammed against the door, and then banged on it when they realized it was locked. "We're busy! Go away!" Adam was on all fours above Allison, enjoying the feel of her jacking his cock while he watched Kaylee getting fucked hard. Billy had turned her over and was banging her from behind, when he finally groaned he was close. "Oh yeah..." Kaylee moaned, "fill me with cum, baby." Billy kept pounding her hard because that's the way Kaylee liked it. His hips smacked against her round ass as he drilled his huge shaft in and out of her tight pussy. Kaylee's c-cup sized breasts swayed beneath her as he bounced her back and forth. She reached her hand out to steady herself against the fireplace and accidentally knocked over one of the candles -- it struck the cauldron as Billy exploded in her. Allison was startled by the unearthly moan Kaylee let out, and swore the cauldron had started to glow. As she slowly turned her head to look at them, Allison felt her blood run cold -- Kaylee's eyes were glowing with the same golden light as the cauldron. "Kaylee?" she whispered. "Are you okay?" Kaylee mutely pushed Billy away and started crawling toward them, staring at Adam's cock as he fucked Allison's hand. "Oh my god!" she cried. "Get your pants on!" Adam got to his knees and tried to pull his pants up, but Kaylee lurched forward and grabbed his erection. "Let him go!" Allison cried, as she went to push her away. But before she could, she was pulled between Adam's legs and dragged across the room. She looked up and saw Billy holding her. He had the same golden, glowing eyes, and she was surprised to see his cock was already fully erect again. "Let me go!" Allison yelled, as she kicked at him and twisted back toward her boyfriend. Kaylee was on her back with her legs spread as Adam, who had always dreamed about it, pushed his cock into her tight opening. "What are you doing?! Adam!" She struggled to get free to stop them, but Billy had her arms pinned to the floor and was using his knee to spread her legs. She fought to get free and screamed at him to get off her, but he was in a trance as he ripped her panties off. She thought of all the times she had fingered herself, pretending it was Billy's big bat, but now all she wanted to do was get Kaylee away from Adam. "Help me, Adam!" She could hear him grunting as he fucked Kaylee on the carpet behind her. As Allison struggled, she could hear people outside the room banging on the door. She was going to cry out for help when the lock broke and a dozen costumed partygoers poured into the room. Some of them cheered while others pulled out their cell phones and recorded the couple screwing in the middle of the party. Two of the guys noticed Allison trying to push Billy away and quickly grabbed him. They couldn't believe how strong he was as they tried to pull him off of her. As they grappled with him, Allison crawled free and ran to lock herself in the bathroom. As she closed the door, she saw Billy had broken loose and dragged a giggling girl dressed as Lara Croft down beside him. In the bathroom mirror, Allison saw her makeup was ruined from crying. She couldn't believe what Adam had done -- with her best friend! She checked for her cell phone to call her dad to come and get her, but it was missing; it must have fallen out during the battle with Billy. Something banged against the door, startling her. She turned to yell that the bathroom was occupied, but hesitated as a premonition of danger swept through her; the doorknob slowly turned back and forth. When it finally stopped, she tiptoed forward and switched off the light. Beneath the door she could see the shadow of someone waiting silently on the other side. And then, in the darkness, her blood froze as she heard the doorknob turning again. Allison wondered if it was Adam looking for her, wondered if she should whisper his name. She slowly got down on all fours and bent down to look under the door; a golden, glowing eye stared back at her. Allison shrieked and suddenly the door crashed back and forth, nearly torn off its hinges as the creature on the other side tried to force it open. She stumbled back from the door, sure that the lock was going to snap any second, and tumbled over the toilet in the dark. She fell backwards onto the bathtub; the side hit her hard right between the shoulder blades and knocked the wind out of her. As she slowly regained her breath, she saw that the door had held. The shadow on the other side was gone. Allison hid in the dark, and pressed her hands to her ears to try to stop the noise. The bathroom ceiling shook with the sound of running, pounding feet, and shrieks and screams echoed through the walls. After a while, the sound of panic had died down and all she could hear was sweet, sexy music playing. She crept to the door and put her shoulder against it in case she had to force it shut. As quietly as possible, she peeked out. A Halloween orgy had broken out in the rec room. A guy in a Viking costume was pillaging the pussy of a blonde in a sexy kitty cat costume, while a woman wearing a witch costume rode a guy dressed as a fireman, bouncing up and down on his hose. Six other costumed couples were in various positions as they also fucked on the floor, all with the same golden, glowing eyes. The creepy cauldron glowed even brighter than earlier. Her hand trembled as she tried to open the door without making a sound. She was sure they'd hear her heart pounding as she snuck past, but they were oblivious as she crept through and went upstairs. The hallway door was open and when she looked toward the living room she saw it was the same as downstairs. A classmate of hers from college, dressed as Prince Charming, was going at it with a girl dressed as a sexy nurse while his girlfriend, who had come as Snow White, was on her knees sucking off a guy beside him. Allison quietly went down the hallway toward the back door and noticed Kaylee's parents' bedroom door was open; the sound of bedsprings squeaking rhythmically came from within. She was shocked when she peeked inside and saw the bed bouncing up and down as a guy in a lumberjack costume drove his log in and out of Kaylee's mom while a second guy filled her mouth. On the floor beside them, a girl in a Lady Gaga costume was on her hands and knees as Kaylee's dad played hide the salami behind her. All five had golden, glowing eyes. Allison tiptoed past the door but Kaylee's dad spotted her, pulled his meat out of Lady Gaga, and stood up. As he walked past the bed, the two guys fucking Kaylee's mom also stopped and followed him. Allison looked back as the three of them entered the hallway, their cocks pointing toward her like heat-seeking missiles. They followed her as she sprinted for the backdoor. The only way out was through the kitchen, and when she got there she saw two costumed guys with their backs to her. She hoped they'd help her, but then she saw their glowing eyes reflected in the kitchen window. As they turned her way, she ducked down the other hallway. But she knew she was fucked -- it was a dead end. She rushed to the bathroom at the end of the hall and tried to climb through the window, but it was too small. Trapped, she locked the door, turned out the light, crawled into the bathtub, shut the curtain and made herself as small and quiet as possible. All she could hear was Kaylee's father's footsteps as they neared the bathroom door. Alec was watching the football highlights on the eleven o'clock news when the doorbell rang. "That can't be a trick-or-treater this late," he thought, but grabbed the bowl of candy anyways. His wife, Andrea, always told him not to buy Halloween candy, as the neighborhood kids were all too old now. She knew the only reason he bought it was so he could eat it all. But he was glad he had some candy this night, as he opened the door for three of the sexiest trick-or-treaters he had ever seen. "Trick or treat!" they cried. Alec knew one of the girls, Emma. She was the same age as his daughter, Allison, and lived across the street from them. In the summer, she liked to tan in her front yard in her tiniest bikini and he liked to hide behind the living room curtains so he could watch her unseen. She was a beautiful half-Asian with long, black hair and her naughty nurse outfit, which teasingly showed her white panties, pushed her small breasts up enticingly. Her two equally hot friends were dressed as a slutty schoolgirl and a sexy elf. "Hi, Mr. Carson," Emma purred, "I hope you don't think we're too old for you to give us some candy." She loved teasing him because she'd seen how often he watched her from his window. Alec cleared his throat and tried to sound cool. "No, you're not too old at all, you're the perfect age. You girls all go to the same college as my daughter, Allison?" "Yeah," Emma answered while her friends nodded, "We're on our way to Kaylee's Halloween party now." "Oh, cool." Alec said, as he filled their bags with half his bowl of candy. "And your costumes look really...nice. I should have asked you to do some tricks." "You should have," Emma teased, and her friends giggled. Alec noticed all of their costumes were short enough to show their panties, and he couldn't help watching their perfect little bums as they strutted away. Emma looked back and smiled when she caught him checking them out; she whispered to her friends and they all giggled as they disappeared into the darkness. "If you see Allison, remind her she has to be home by 1 a.m.!" he called after them. Alec, who was now in his early forties, hoped he still had what it took to get girls like that, but his wife always said he was dreaming and called him a 'perv' when she'd catch him looking at them. He turned out the lights and ran to the living room window to see if he could watch them as they walked down the street, but they were gone. He had only been watching TV for ten more minutes when he heard a shriek from outside. Thinking it might be more girls headed to the Halloween party, he ran to his bedroom and kept the lights off as he peeked out the curtains. Alec felt like he had won the peeping Tom lottery when he spotted a completely nude girl with wavy, brunette hair walking barefoot down the middle of the road. She had long, athletic legs and big, grapefruit-sized tits. He could see her erect nipples and the trim between her legs as she walked purposely past the streetlights. She turned to look his way, and he realized it was his daughter's best friend, Kaylee. "Oh man," he thought, as he watched her round ass disappear into the darkness, "she must have gotten way too drunk." He was getting ready to chase her down to take her home, or maybe bring her back to his house until she sobered up, when he heard noises below the window. Alec pressed his face against the glass so he could see down, and saw a couple fucking on his lawn. They were in the shadows, so it was hard to see them, but they looked like a couple of college kids. He ducked back so they wouldn't see him watching and then slowly peeked out again, trying to make sure the girl wasn't Allison. And then he noticed his wife's car parked in the driveway. "Fuck!" he thought, as he shut the curtains. "If she catches me watching them screw she'll murder me." He tried not to look guilty as he left the bedroom and called her name, but she didn't answer. The bathroom, kitchen and living room were all empty so he opened the front door to see if she was sitting in the car, but she wasn't. Alec went outside and could hear the two kids still fucking below his bedroom window; he figured if he snuck completely around the house, he could watch them from up close without being seen. He had completely forgotten Kaylee. As he was sneaking around the side of his house, he noticed bags of groceries scattered on the grass. And then he saw his wife. Andrea was on her back with her legs spread, her jeans off, and her underwear around one ankle as a kid in a college football jacket pumped his cock in and out of her. Alec could see the kid's big balls slapping against his wife's pussy and -- assuming he was attacking her -- was getting ready to jump him. He paused when he heard his wife. "Oh...fuck, yeah...fuck, yeah!" Andrea moaned. "I love your cock...you're such a fuckin' stud Steve...unnh...fuck me good!" Alec walked around them and saw it was Steve, the 20-year-old student he paid to mow the lawn, fucking his wife on his lawn. "What the hell are you doing, Andrea?!" "Oh my god, Alec!" she cried, as she opened her eyes and discovered him watching them. He went to grab Steve and pull him off his wife, but someone grabbed him from behind, pulled him backwards and threw him down hard on the grass. He looked up and saw it was Emma and her two friends, but now their eyes were golden and glowing. The slutty schoolgirl and the sexy elf pinned his arms down as Emma stood over him. From his point of view, he couldn't be blamed for noticing she was no longer wearing panties. He was staring at her neatly trimmed twat when she lifted her naughty nurse outfit over her head, exposing her small breasts and tiny, dark nipples. "What are you doing?" Alec whispered, worried his wife would catch him looking at her while she was naked. He tore his eyes away from her hot body, thinking he must be dreaming, and looked between her legs to check if his wife was okay. Andrea had her legs wrapped tightly around Steve and was in bliss as he hammered her hole. Alec struggled again to break free, but was amazed at how strong these girls were. He was always pointing out to his wife how big girls' breasts were getting nowadays because of all the growth hormones they put in food, but all she'd say was 'quit staring at their tits'. Alec couldn't think of any other reason how these girls could be so strong. "Emma, what are you doing? Don't!" he said, as she reached down and grabbed his pant legs. With one yank, she tore off his jeans and boxers, revealing his embarrassingly erect cock. He was too shocked to struggle as she walked forward and positioned herself above him. She squatted, with one hand on his chest and one hand around his cock, and forced her tiny pussy down onto it. Alec knew his cock -- eight inches long and thick -- was bigger than average, but he still couldn't believe how tight she was as she rode him. He thought his wife would kill him if she saw him fucking their neighbor's daughter, but could only hear her moaning as Steve came in her. Alec knew he was in big trouble when he saw Andrea get up and walk toward them, but she only watched with golden, glowing eyes as Emma rode him like a cowgirl. "What the fuck is wrong with her -- with them?" Alec thought. Emma was bouncing up and down on his balls, and he couldn't believe after all of the times he'd dreamed of fucking her he was thinking of making her stop. But Alec had a hunch that if he came in her, like he wanted to, his eyes would be glowing too. He twisted and bucked, trying to throw her off, but she rode him like a bucking bronco. He could feel his nuts tightening as she coaxed his cum to the surface. He strained to free his arms but her two friends had him pinned. "What the hell are they putting in food these days?" he thought. "Why are they so strong?!" Alec was still fighting to get free when he heard a slurred voice. "Right on, dude!" a drunk yelled, as he walked up the driveway with a beer in each hand to watch them. "What's with everyone getting it on tonight? How do I get a piece of this action?" The two girls pinning Alec's arms let go, stripping off their costumes as they walked toward the drunk. Andrea, still naked from the waist down, also turned and walked toward him. "All right," the drunk slurred, "now this is a fucking Halloween party!" Alec seized the opportunity and quickly rolled Emma off; he had to tightly squeeze the head of his cock to prevent himself from coming. The drunk cheered, unable to believe his luck, as Andrea and the now naked schoolgirl pulled him to the ground. The other girl, also naked, yanked his pants and underwear down around his knees and tried to stroke his drunk-dick hard. Alec was trying to get away when an iron grip grabbed his leg; he looked down and saw it was Emma, her golden eyes burning as she crawled after him. He jerked his foot away from her, grabbed his pants and ran off down the street. As he hid behind a hedge and got dressed, Alec knew something strange was going on. He was still in good shape and, he thought, good looking, but he knew when a 19-year-old girl as hot as Emma wants you to fuck her you're either dreaming or a millionaire. He pulled out his cell phone and called Allison, but it rang a few times and went to voice mail. "Hi honey where are you?" he texted, frustrated she hadn't picked up. "Please call me right away!!!" Alec waited a minute and, when she didn't reply, decided to head to Kaylee's house to find her. He was rounding the hedge when he spotted three half-naked girls walking down the middle of the street. Their eyes glowed in the dark and they were all wearing partially removed costumes. He was ducked down, waiting for them to pass, when he heard another girl coming from the opposite direction. "Hey guys! Sorry I'm so late," she said. "I hope the party isn't over already! My asshole parents wouldn't let me come so I had to sneak out." The girl, blonde haired and dressed as a sexy angel, walked toward her friends and discovered they were all half naked. "Wow, looks like I missed all the fun! Are you guys on something? Can I have some?" She shrieked when they grabbed her and forced her to the pavement in the middle of the street. "Hey! Watch my wings!" Two of the girls pinned her shoulders down while the third one got between her legs and pulled her white satin panties off. "Oh my god," the girl whispered, "someone's gonna see us!" She let out a loud gasp as her friend lay down, wrapped her arms around her bare legs and started to lightly lick her pussy. Alec could feel his pants tightening as he watched her squirming while her friend tongue fucked her. The little angel pulled the top of her outfit down and made one of her friends suck her nipples while her other friend teased her clit. She moaned loudly and clamped her friend's head between her legs, her little body trembling as she shook with an orgasm. And then all four of them stood up and continued walking down the street, all half naked and with golden, glowing eyes. Alec was watching them go when he heard a voice behind him loudly whisper his name. He turned and saw his neighbor, Pam, standing in the shadows of her garage. "Oh my god, Alec! Do you know what's going on?" she asked, after he had snuck over to join her in the garage. "I'm not sure, but it's dangerous out there. It's like all the neighborhood kids have become...sex-crazed zombies!" "Oh my god! They're all undead?!" "Not that kind of zombie; they're more like automatons with one purpose -- sex!" "I know! I was driving home and saw two boys and a girl having...hanky-panky. I got out my car and told them they should be ashamed of themselves, and they started chasing me, with their...things sticking out! I ran home to tell Paul, but he's one of them too!" She led Alec quietly inside her house and silently motioned for him to peek into the living room. He saw Pam's husband Paul, wearing only a pajama top, pounding his prick into their Asian exchange student, who had her nightie scrunched up around her waist and was bent over the couch. Both of them had the same golden, glowing eyes. "She must have become one of those...sex zombies, and attacked him," Pam whispered. Alec agreed with her, even though all the men in the neighborhood knew -- because Paul told them -- he fucked every Asian exchange student Pam arranged to stay with them. "I'm worried about Philip," she whispered, " he went to a Halloween party down the street." "So did Allison, I'm going there to get her, Come with me and we'll find your son too." He was headed toward the front door when the doorbell rang. "Don't answer the door!" Alec whispered. He led her down the hallway and they peeked out the side window. A pizza delivery driver, naked from the waist down, was standing outside. "Maybe he's a friend of Philip's?" Pam whispered. "Look at his eyes, see how they glow?" Alec whispered. "They all have those eyes. And pizza delivery drivers normally wear pants." He motioned for her to follow and they went back and out through the garage. Pam was nervous so Alec held her hand as they warily crossed the neighbor's front lawn. They looked down toward Kaylee's house and could see couples fucking amid the fake tombstones decorating the front yard. "We should go around the high school and try to sneak in through the backyard, there's too many of them out front," Alec said. They skirted the bright lights of the parking lot and followed the chain link fence past the tennis courts. As they passed the portables they saw movement between the corrugated metal buildings. Three naked college kids were in the shadows; one girl was riding a guy's cock while another rode his tongue. Pam hesitated, wondering if it was her son, until one of the girls turned her head and stared at her with glowing eyes. Alec pulled Pam by her hand, and as they ran he looked back and saw the golden-eyed trio in pursuit. They turned right and fled down a corridor between the school buildings, and had almost reached the end when four shadowy figures appeared, blocking their way. Their golden, glowing eyes cut through the darkness. Alec and Pam turned and tried to run back the way they had come, but the other three zombies had followed them -- they were trapped. He ran to a door on the side of the school and pulled the handle, but it was locked. "Oh my god," Pam cried. "I'm going to die!" "I don't think so, unless they fuck you to death!" Pam's eyes opened wide in surprise, and she started when Alec pushed her down on all fours. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Maybe they'll leave us alone if they think we're like them," he said, as the zombies moved toward them from both ends of the corridor Pam gasped as he tugged her skirt down around her knees, taking her panties with it. She was embarrassed, as she knew her ass was a lot bigger than it used to be. She looked back and stared wide-eyed at Alec's half hard cock as he pushed his pants down. "Don't worry, I'm only going to pretend," he whispered as he started to dry hump her, his long dick swinging back and forth between her legs. Pam bit her lip, trying not to cry out in fear, as he simulated sex with her, but their play fucking wasn't working, and the sex-mad monsters surrounded them. As Alec had been bouncing his cock between Pam's legs, pretending to fuck her, he couldn't help but get hard. She could tell and let out excited little gasps every time his knob brushed against her pussy. "We've only got one chance. I'm sorry, Pam," Alec whispered, as he slowly pushed his thick shaft into her sopping hole. Alec got half his length into her and stopped to watch the sex zombies. They'd hesitated when he first entered her, but when he stopped they walked toward them again. He gave Pam's pussy, which was tighter than he expected and surprisingly wet, two more strokes, and they stopped again. "It's working," he whispered, "they think we're like them!" "Uh huh..." Pam groaned, as she tried to remember the last time her husband had made love to her. Her eyes rolled back as Alec started to fuck her with long, steady strokes, she'd never had such a huge cock inside of her. Alec watched, as the zombies seemed to lose interest in them and wandered away. He tried to slow down so he wouldn't come, but Pam had braced herself against the pavement and was plunging her pussy against his pole. "Whoa...whoa!" he groaned. "Good job, Pam...you fooled them. But if you don't slow down you're going to make me come, and I don't think that'd be good for either of us." "What about me?" she asked, as she slowed down but continued to ride his cock. "Can I come?" Alec remembered the cute little angel, remembered what had happened after she came over and over on her friend's tongue. "I don't think that's a good idea. I think if either of us come we'll end up like them." "Damn," Pam whispered, as Alec pulled his cock out of her. They stood up and dressed, both still flush with the sensation of being so close to coming. Sneaking quietly to the end of the corridor and peeking around the corner, they saw the coast was clear. They were walking along the pathway when two shadows emerged from the bushes dead ahead of them. Alec grabbed Pam to protect her as she cried out in fright. As they stepped into the light, he saw that it was two college kids in matching prison inmate costumes; he was relieved to see neither of them had glowing eyes. "Mrs. Miller?" the boy said. "I thought that was you getting..." "Josh?" Pam went red with embarrassment as she realized her son's best friend had been watching her and Alec. "Where's Philip?" "I don't know...he might still be trapped inside the Halloween party. Susie and me were outside smoking a -- I mean, having a beer. And when we went back, it was chaos! They were all grabbing and screwing anyone and everyone they could. Some chased us, so we ran over here and hid in the bushes. They were looking for us when they saw you guys." "I think the safest thing'd be for you two to stay here," Alec said. "Stay hidden, and don't come out unless it looks like things are normal again." "We'd rather come with you," Josh said. "You know, safety in numbers. And I want to help you guys find Phil." Alec wasn't sure, but he didn't have time to argue so the four of them snuck across the school playing field to the back of Kaylee's house. He reached over the fence to unlatch the rear gate and they crept into the backyard. As they looked around, they saw a couple doing it doggie style on the outside patio. Alec recognized Kaylee's mom, and the cowboy riding her from behind was her daughter's boyfriend, Billy. Alec signaled to the others to be quiet, hoping they could all sneak behind them and up the back stairs without being noticed. They were quietly walking past when Pam stopped. She was looking through an open sliding door into the basement, where a fuckfest was taking place. Josh had seen her stop and was quietly sneaking back to get her when she spoke aloud. "Philip? Is that you?" A naked guy was standing with his back to her. He had a girl's legs locked around his waist while her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. As he turned at the sound of Pam's voice, she saw it was her son, and he was bouncing the girl, who was dressed as a princess, up and down on his erect cock. Both of their eyes glowed golden. Pam was speechless as she watched Philip plunging the petite princess' pussy onto his big, stiff penis. She had been positive her son, who was only nineteen, was a virgin. Now, she wasn't sure. Billy and Kaylee's mom had also heard Pam and now they, along with all the other sex zombies downstairs, were moving toward the four of them. "Oh my god, Pam! Run!" Alec yelled, but he knew they were surrounded. She didn't hear him; she was mesmerized as her son let the girl down, and then walked slowly toward her with his erect penis pointing at her like a missile. Susie, Josh's girlfriend, was terrified, but she remembered how the zombies at the school had been fooled. She quickly fumbled at Alec's pants and tugged them, along with his boxer briefs, down to his knees. Her eyes were wide with fear as she quickly bent over and started sucking his cock, praying the zombies wouldn't hurt her. They stopped when they saw her blowing him and turned back toward Pam and Josh. Finally realizing the jeopardy she had put them in, Pam backed away in fear until Josh grabbed her. He knew Susie had the right idea. He quickly forced Pam -- his best friend's mom -- down on her knees and, after quickly pushing down the front of his pants, shoved his prick into her mouth. Pam was paralyzed with fear and could only watch Josh's eyes as he fucked her face. The sex zombies stopped and watched as both Alec and Josh got their cocks sucked. Pam didn't know what to do; it had been so long since she'd given her husband a blowjob. Her mouth was a tight seal around Josh's stiff pole as he pumped it between her lips. She glanced to her right and realized Philip was standing right beside her, his own stiff cock inches from her mouth. Meanwhile, Susie had squatted in front of Alec so she could blow him better. She realized the faster she sucked, the more the sex zombies seemed to lose interest. She rolled her tongue around the head of his cock and used her hand to jerk him quickly in and out of her mouth. She was only eighteen, but she had sucked Josh's big dick often enough to get pretty good at it. But his cock wasn't as thick as this one and she was having a hard time getting her mouth around it. As she looked up at Alec's face, she could tell he wouldn't be complaining. Alec couldn't believe how good it felt, having this beautiful teenager bobbing back and forth on his fuckstick. But he had to grab her head to slow her down. "Not too fast," he whispered, "or you'll make me come." Susie wanted to suck even faster, she wanted to taste his cum, but she nodded and reluctantly slowed down. Pam, on the other hand, was speeding up. She'd been watching Susie blow Alec and tried the same technique, quickly pumping Josh's prick with her hand while she sucked on him. She was getting excited as she eyed her son's cock, hanging so tantalizingly close. She didn't hear Josh begging her to slow down as she pumped him faster and sucked him harder. And as he filled her mouth with hot, sticky cum, she felt herself falling away, like she was in a dream. Alec knew Josh was going to lose it, and yelled at Pam to slow down. But when he saw her pull the kid's cock out and cum ran down from the corner of her mouth, he knew they were both lost. "No!" Susie cried, and tried to get up to help her boyfriend. But Alec saw the sex zombies all turn back toward them and quickly convinced her to get back on her knees and keep sucking. Tears ran down her face as he stroked his cock in and out of her mouth and as she watched her boyfriend, his eyes golden and glowing, disappear into the basement. Philip also wandered back inside and was followed by his mom, who watched him with her own hungry, glowing eyes. When the coast was finally clear, Alec popped his cock out of Susie's mouth, amazed he hadn't blow his load, and tried to comfort and calm her. "We need to figure out what happened, find out why everyone is...attacking each other. Maybe there's a way to change everyone back to normal, but first I need to find my daughter." Susie nodded and held his hand tightly. As they crept up the back stairs, Alec looked through an open sliding door and saw there was no one in the kitchen. The hallway leading to the front of the house was also empty, but the floor was littered with discarded Halloween costumes. As they walked through the kitchen, Alec whispered loudly. "Allison! Are you here?" When there was no answer, they went to the hallway and peeked toward the living room, where the Monster Mash was still playing. A guy in an astronaut costume was blasting a girl dressed as Pocahontas into outer space, and as he fired his rocket into her teepee, the flickering shadows of couples fucking by candlelight danced across them. There was a doorway halfway down the hallway; Alec heard the steady squeaking of bedsprings coming from it. Susie waited as he crept forward and peeked into the room. He recognized Kaylee's dad, but couldn't see the face of the girl he was on top of and ball deep in. But he could see a Wonder Woman outfit on the floor and he knew Allison had worn a genie costume. He tiptoed back to Susie and they went in the opposite direction. The door to the bathroom at the end of the hallway was open and the light was off. He inched toward it as Susie fearfully squeezed his hand and tried to pull him back. He whispered into the darkness: "Allison!" He reached around the doorframe and turned on the light; the bathroom was empty. He was turning to leave when he noticed the shower curtain was closed. Creeping near, he pulled it back -- the bathtub was also empty. Alec knew now he had to see who the girl on the bed was, had to know it wasn't Allison. Susie squeezed his hand tightly as he led her back down the hallway. A closet door creaked menacingly behind them and she started at the sound. Hiding behind Alec, she pressed her face tightly against his shoulder as they watched the door crack open. "Dad?" a voice whispered from inside. Alec threw open the closet door as Allison stepped out and tightly hugged him. "I've tried calling and texting you," he whispered. "Where's your cell phone?" "I think it fell out downstairs when I was trying to get away from Billy." "Thank god you escaped!" Alec remembered what Billy had been doing to Kaylee's mom in the backyard. "What the hell happened here?" "I don't know!" Allison said. "We were downstairs...fooling around, and all of a sudden Kaylee got this crazy look in her eyes, and the cauldron started glowing, and Adam and Billy were -- " "Wait a second, what cauldron was glowing?" "One of the Halloween decorations Kaylee and her mom got." "One of those plastic cauldrons?" "No, an antique one. It was really old, and black, and when Kaylee touched it...it started to glow, and everyone went insane." "Where is it?" "Downstairs in the rec room." "We've got to get the cauldron, to see if it's got something to do with why everyone is acting so weird." "No," Susie pleaded. "Let's get out of here!" "If we get the cauldron, we might be able to turn Josh back to normal," Alec whispered. "You girls better stay near me, in case we run into trouble." They both nodded and were frightened as they followed him down the hallway to the basement door. They could still hear the bed bouncing up and down in the bedroom as they quietly went down the stairs, passed a room full of costumed couples fucking, and neared the rec room. Alec peeked through the open doorway. He saw a girl, about nineteen, lying naked on the floor while a guy fucked her. Five other guys were around her and she was sucking one and jacking off two others while the rest watched. Alec didn't know how many other guys had come and gone, but her face and tits and stomach were covered in cum like she was the belle of the bukkake festival. Behind her, in front of the fireplace, Alec could see the cauldron. It was small, the size of a bowling ball, and glowed with the same eerie, golden light haunting the eyes of the sex zombies. "I've got to get the cauldron," he said. "Are you crazy, Dad? There's six of them in there!" "You mean seven. You girls stay hidden. I think...I hope...the males only attack females." He entered the room, walked quickly to the cauldron and picked it up. As he'd hoped, no one had noticed him. Allison was peeking around the corner, and he gave her a relieved nod. As he walked back across the room his foot caught on something, and the cauldron crashed to the floor as he fell forward. He looked back and saw that the bukkake girl had stretched out and grabbed his shoe with one hand. She pushed the other cocks away from her and tried to get to Alec, but couldn't as the guy fucking her was still holding her legs as he pumped his pole into her hole. As Alec ran out of the room, picking up the cauldron on the way, the other zombies followed the girl's eyes and spotted Allison in the doorway. Alec grabbed her hand and she grabbed Susie's and the three of them ran up the stairs with a mob of sex zombies after them. As they reached the top of the stairs, they looked to their right as a naked girl and Kaylee's dad came out of the bedroom and headed their direction. Alec hoped to get out through the living room, but copulating couples blocked their escape. Allison took them upstairs toward Kaylee's room, but she could see through the open bedroom door that a pack of naked girls were locked together tongue to pussy on the floor. She quickly opened a door to her left and they ducked inside. As her dad shut the door behind them, Allison realized they were in Kaylee's brother Chris' bedroom. He was wearing headphones while playing Call of Duty on his computer and was completely oblivious to them. She touched his shoulder and he jumped in fright. "Allison! You scared the shit out of me," he said, as he took off his headphones "I told Kaylee you guys aren't allowed in my bedroom!" He realized she wasn't alone and put on his glasses so he could see Alec and Susie better. "What happened? Why's your dad here?" "Oh my god, Chris!" Allison cried. "You don't know what's going on? Your sister...your parents...we've all got to get out of here!" "Why? Is the house on fire or something? I told them not to light so many candles!" "No! Its not on fire, it's worse! Everyone has become sex-crazed zombies!" "Pardon?" "Zombies! Horny, fuck-crazy zombies! There's girls out there...I don't even want to tell you the things they'd do to you if they caught you!" "Like what?" Chris said, as he reached for the door to see if she was pulling his leg. Alec was too late to stop him as he opened the door and the four naked girls from Kaylee's room walked in. Chris backed away from them when he saw their glowing eyes, not knowing what to do. He was trapped with Susie on one side of the room while Allison and her dad were stuck on the other. Panicking, Susie quickly grabbed Chris' belt and fumbled to undo it while shouting, "Quick, Allison! Stick your dad's cock in your mouth!" Allison's mouth fell open in shock as she quickly looked at her dad, who shrugged his shoulders and acted like he didn't know what Susie was talking about. Alec was panicking as he looked for a way to escape, knowing, with only his daughter close, sex wasn't an option. Meanwhile, Chris, who had only seen naked girls on the Internet, brushed Susie's hand away and heroically stepped forward. He held his arms away from his sides and walked briskly toward the sex zombies, yelling, "I'll save you guys, run!" The four girls immediately grabbed him and dragged him to the floor while they tore his clothes off. "No!" Susie cried, as she watched the girls yank off his pants, and stroke and rub his cock and balls while they all fought to climb on top of him. Alec took one last look at Chris, thinking he had never seen anyone braver -- or happier -- and pushed Allison and Susie toward the open window. They climbed onto the roof and dropped to the lawn beside the house. Moving between the neighbors' houses, cauldron in hand, they managed to get home without being seen. They were walking up the front steps when Allison said, "Mom?" Andrea was lying on her side on the lawn across the street while their neighbor Tom, who was lying behind her, held her leg up and stuffed his dick into her pussy. Even from this far away, Alec could see their glowing eyes. "Allison," he said, as he pulled his daughter into the house, "the only way to help your mom is to figure out a way to stop this...madness!" Once inside, the three of them closed the curtains and locked all the doors. Allison went to her room, changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and ran to join her dad and Susie in the den. Alec lifted the glowing cauldron, which was heavier than it looked, so he could examine it. As he held it up, he could see the old cauldron's base was inscribed with glowing letters. He couldn't read the words because they were in Old English, but was able to use the Internet to translate: When the sacred time of Beltane is nigh The vessel fills with the goddesses' eye Run 'round the Maypole and run to the fields Reseed the Mother 'til the darkness yields When Beltane is done and Baal-fires lie cold The cauldron will sleep, the earth will turn gold "Oh my god," Allison whispered, "the cauldron knows about mom!" "I think 'Mother' probably refers to Mother Earth," Alec said. "It sounds like some sort of...fertility ritual." A short while later, after a quick search of the Internet, he learned he'd been correct. "This cauldron was supposed to be used at Beltane, which is a pagan festival that took place in the spring. In ancient times, couples would have all-night orgies in the fields believing that it would guarantee good crops. Maybe this cauldron was used to ensure everyone was an...eager participant? But Halloween falls on Samhain, which occurs six months before Beltane. And the poem says the cauldron won't sleep until Beltane is done..." "Which means they're going to be screwing until next spring?" Allison asked. "Not if I can help it. If using the cauldron at the wrong time of the year is what made everyone go crazy, maybe there's a way to, I don't know, cancel the spell?" He was trying to google the information when the doorbell rang. The girls waited nervously while Alec went toward the hallway. "Don't answer the door!" Allison whispered. Alec turned and held his finger to his lips for silence. He crept to the end of the hallway and peeked around the corner. A naked girl was outside the front door, pressing her breasts against the frosted door sidelight and trying to see in. As he watched, she stuck her hand through the mail slot and her fingers reached out toward him as if she knew he was there. Alec looked behind him and could see the terror on the girls' faces as they waited by the den. He got on his knees and crawled toward the dark living room. The girl pressed her face against the glass and tried to see in, while she tried the lock again and slowly dragged her nails down the door. Alec peeked through the curtain and could see her looking toward his bedroom window. He knew her instantly by her flawless nude body -- Kaylee. Her head whipped around as if she had read his mind, but he ducked down an instant before she saw him. His heart was pounding as he crawled back to where he could see the front door, as she kept putting her fingers through the mail slot, beckoning him. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she heard a car coming down the road and disappeared into the darkness. After making sure she was really gone, Alec headed back to the den. "Who was it?" Allison asked. "Another zombie," he lied, "a girl in an angel costume. She's gone now." The girls waited in the den, jumping every time they heard a shriek outside, until Alec finally found some information that seemed helpful. "This one site written by this Wiccan...this witch, says the druids used to perform a ritual to signal the end of Beltane. Maybe if we can re-create the ritual, we can end this curse?" "I'll help," Susie said. "What do we have to do?" "Well first it says we need the vessel of the goddess. I think that means Kaylee, you said she was the first one to get the glowing eyes. And we need some rose oil." "There's some in Mom's bathroom," Allison said. "Okay, good. And earth -- we can get some from the yard. But it says we also need a phallic symbol, something to represent a maypole...Allison?" Alec realized his daughter had disappeared. "She ran off down the hallway," Susie said. They both came out of the den as Allison came out of her bedroom with a huge, transparent, purple dildo. "Dad, please don't ask," she said, as Alec stared open mouthed at her. "Umm...yeah," he said, clearing his throat, "Take it to the den, we need to put it in the cauldron while we perform the ritual. We've got everything we need now -- except Kaylee." "But how are we gonna find her?" Allison asked. "The last time I saw her she was heading toward the parkway. But I don't think the problem is going to be finding her, it's going to be getting her back here." They cautiously opened the front door, and when they looked across the street they saw Andrea and Tom were gone. They snuck across their neighbors' lawns and were looking for Kaylee, when they heard the frightening sound of fucking. Alec peeked around the side of a house. A woman in a barmaid costume was braced against the wall as her boyfriend rammed her from behind. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and he had her blouse pushed up so he could squeeze her tits while he banged his tool into her ass. He groaned as she talked dirty to him and begged him to fuck her harder. "Holy shit!" he cried, when he noticed Alec and the two girls enjoying the show from the side of the house. His girlfriend hurriedly pushed her skirt and blouse down while he pulled his pants up. "I'm glad we found you!" Alec said, relieved they weren't sex zombies. "Well, I'm not," the guy said, as his girlfriend turned her back to them and tried to do her bra back up. "How about a little privacy!" "Oh, you don't understand," Alec said, "we want to join you!" The boyfriend checked out Allison and Susie, but his dark-haired girlfriend lit a cigarette, looked Alec up and down, and then shook her head to show she wasn't interested. "Sorry, man," he said. "You guys are gonna have to do the threesome on your own, we're tired and headed home." "Threesome? Oh, no! When I said we want to join you, I meant for protection. We're looking for a lost girl." Alec told them of the cauldron and the curse and, though disbelieving at first, the couple, Brody and Gabriella, saw ample proof while they walked that he was telling the truth. The five of them saw couples fucking on lawns, on the road, on cars and -- once -- even on a roof. No one answered when Brody called 911, and they wondered where the police were until they saw the reassuring flash of red and blue lights. They jogged to the end of the street and saw a police car parked sideways in the middle of the road. Through the open backdoor they could see a police officer on his back while a girl in a Tinker Bell outfit lifted herself on and off his baton. His female partner was bent over the front of the car with her gun belt around her ankles as a guy in a skeleton costume gave her the bone from behind. Alec led the group away from the flashing lights. He knew now that it was up to them to put a stop to this madness. He didn't know how far the cauldron's spell could spread, but he thought it was possible -- if they failed -- the neighborhood, the city, the state, the country and possibly the entire planet could all end up sex zombies. They turned onto a side street and spotted a heavy, middle-aged man in a business suit behind a naked girl bent over the hood of his car. Allison instantly knew it was Kaylee and went to run to her. Alec quickly caught his daughter and told her to stay with the others while he went closer. He carefully crept near and recognized the businessman, Sam, from the local Block Watch meetings. Sam was an overweight salesman in his early fifties, and his pants were in a heap around his ankles as he banged Kaylee from behind. His fat stomach smacked against her round ass as he pumped in and out of her, and he wheezed while he tried to grope her tits. Kaylee reached back and pulled his hips toward her, trying to get him to fuck her faster. As Alec approached, he realized Sam's eyes weren't glowing. "Sam!" he whispered, "are you okay?" ""Jeezus!" Sam cried, as he looked back at Alec. "You nearly gave me a heart attack Carson! I thought you were my goddamn wife!" "You've got to get away from the girl, Sam!" "Are you kidding me, Carson? I came home and this little darling was buck naked in my driveway," he said, grunting as he kept driving into Kaylee. "I think she's on Ecstasy or something, her eyes are all weird. She couldn't wait to get at my pecker, started grabbing it, pulled my pants down...bent over my car and spread her cheeks to show me her little fuckhole." "Sam! You don't understand -- she's dangerous!" "Only if my wife catches me!" he laughed. "I know this girl, she's twenty. She's legal." "You don't understand!" Alec said, as he reached to pull Sam away. "You've got to stop!" "Are you kidding! This girl's got a body like a porn star, I'll never get a chance to nail a sweet piece like this again!" He grabbed Kaylee's shoulders and groaned as he drained his balls into her. Instantly, they both stopped and simultaneously turned to look at the others with golden, glowing eyes. Sam, with his tiny, stiff penis sticking straight ahead and his pants still around his ankles, shuffled toward the girls. Kaylee turned and strode purposefully toward Alec. "Oh fuck!" Alec said, as he backpedaled away and turned to run. Brody grabbed Gabriella's hand and they ran away with Allison, but Susie was petrified with fear as Sam shuffled toward her with his terrifying, glowing eyes. Alec stopped when he saw Susie was in trouble and turned to run back, but Allison got there first. "Hey, pervert!" she cried, and as Sam turned her way she lifted her t-shirt and flashed her perky tits at him. He immediately changed direction and shuffled after Allison. Brody ran back and grabbed Susie's hand and pulled her away. "I'll lead Kaylee back to our house," Alec called. "Try to lose Sam and meet me back there!" Brody ran with the three girls through front yards and down side streets, but they were forced to stop when they saw four half-dressed men slowly walking up the road. They hid behind a fence while they waited for an opportunity to sneak past the sex zombies. Allison grabbed the top of the fence and was trying to peek over when she was suddenly slammed sideways to the ground. Sam, who had finally kicked off his pants, had caught up and had her pinned under his bulk. He crammed his hand under her t-shirt and roughly squeezed her tit while his other hand grabbed her crotch through her jeans. She screamed and punched and kicked while she tried to fight him off, but he was too big and too strong. He forced her pants and thong underwear down around her knees and was lifting her legs up when Brody threw a right cross that dropped him like a bag of dirt. "Oh my god, thank you!" Allison cried, as she covered her pussy with her hand and pulled her jeans back up. Brody peeked over the fence; the other sex zombies had heard the commotion and were heading toward their hiding place. "Give me your purse," he whispered to Gabriella. She handed it to him and he pulled out her lighter and a bottle rocket. As he lit the firework, it screamed high over the sex zombies' heads and exploded with a bang behind them. They all turned and, while they were wondering where the noise had come from, Brody led the three girls across the street and back to Allison's house. Alec had been worried they wouldn't be able to lure Kaylee back to the house, now he was more worried by how single-mindedly she had followed him home. He had to keep jogging ahead to stay out of her reach, while making sure he didn't accidentally run into any other zombies. As she strode purposely after him, Alec couldn't stop thinking of how hot she looked bent over Sam's car and wishing that it had been him behind her. As she followed, Kaylee's burning eyes seared into him like they could read his every thought. When they finally reached his driveway, the golden-eyed temptress bent over Andrea's car and spread her ass cheeks invitingly -- exactly as Sam had described. Alec's cock twitched, but he backed into his house and Kaylee's eyes flared as she followed him inside. He was at the top of the inside stairs when Kaylee came through the door on all fours, and crawled up them like a kitten with her mouth open for some milk. Worried she would get too close, he stumbled back into the kitchen and went to the dining room. From this vantage point she wouldn't be able to corner him; he could see her whether she came through the kitchen or the living room. But she didn't come from either direction. He waited more than a minute before carefully peeking into the living room and realizing that she was gone. He couldn't see her outside so he headed down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Alec crept down the hall, and as he passed the den he looked in. Kaylee wasn't there and, he realized in horror, neither was the cauldron. He ran into the den and searched around the desk; the cauldron was gone, they wouldn't be able to complete the ritual. His mind raced as he wondered how he and Allison could escape: Andrea's car! The keys should still be in her jeans outside. He turned to leave and saw Kaylee. She had hid behind the door and now she stepped out, cauldron in hand. As she leered at Alec, both her eyes and the cauldron seemed to glow brighter. She shut the door. Alec made one last prayer: "Once I'm a sex zombie, don't let my daughter find me." The front door was wide open but the house was as still as the jack-o'-lantern on the porch. Allison quietly tiptoed up the inside stairs. She assumed her dad had opened the front door but, if he did, where was Kaylee. And what if it had been her mom who had opened the door instead? She crept down to her parents' room to check if her mom had come back, but the bedroom was empty. She walked back down the hall, past her own dark bedroom, and looked left to the den. The door was closed. She moved closer and heard a scraping sound on the other side. Her hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob. Brody heard Allison's scream and bolted down the hall. He pushed past her as she blocked the doorway to the den and saw Alec lying on his back with Kaylee on top of him. He was struggling to throw her off, but she'd straddled his chest backwards so her bare bum was inches from his face while her vice-like thighs clamped his arms against his sides. She was pushing his pants down when Brody grabbed her and tried to wrestle her off of Alec. Kaylee immediately grabbed at Brody's own shirt and pants, trying to tear them off, but the girls rushed in and all four of them pinned her down on the carpet. Allison yelled at her as they fought to hold her down, hoping she'd recognize her voice, but she could see her best friend only desired one thing while possessed by the cauldron's magic. As the others held Kaylee, Alec ran to his desk and gathered up the tools and components to perform the ritual. Allison was grappling with one of her legs while Susie lay on top of the other, pinning it to the floor. Gabriella was struggling to hold her left arm while Brody grabbed the right. He pulled Kaylee's arm tightly against his chest; she watched him with pleading eyes as she twisted, yearning to break free. Her flawless skin looked luminescent, as it glowed and shone with the same golden aura as her haunting eyes. His gaze drifted up her long, shapely legs as they pushed and pulled against the two girls fighting to hold them. He saw the curve of her inner thighs gliding gently to her inviting wetness and, as she writhed, he journeyed across the beautiful sweep of her flat tummy and traced along her ribcage until he drifted over the contour of her firm, beautiful breasts. She arched her back and her erect, pink nipples reached toward the ceiling, aching to be touched. Gabriella had finally got Kaylee's left arm under control by pinning it to the floor and putting her whole weight on top of it. She looked over to see how Brody was doing and was shocked to see the other arm free. Brody was on his knees, arms hanging limp and in a trance as he watched Kaylee. With her one free hand, she had undone his pants, pulled out his hard cock, and was jacking it as fast as she could. "Brody!" Gabriella cried, still fighting to hold the left arm beneath her. "Someone help him!" Alec, seeing the three girls struggling to keep Kaylee down, dropped the ritual components and wrenched Brody away from her bewitching touch. Brody didn't know what had happened, the last thing he remembered was holding Kaylee's arm. Now he was laying on his back with his pants half off and his throbbing cock, which had been two strokes from exploding, stiffly standing straight up. He glanced at the girls and saw they were both staring at his pole, with Allison giving him a quick wink of approval. His ears turned bright red as he stuffed his boner back in his boxers and pulled his pants up. Kaylee's arm was still stretching out for him, so he grabbed it and pulled it to his chest again. He looked guiltily at Gabriella and saw her staring at him like he'd done it on purpose. "Kaylee almost made you one of them," Alec warned. "Don't stare at her body, the cauldron seems to give her the power to mesmerize men." "Please...don't give him any more excuses," Gabriella said coldly, as Brody looked up at the ceiling and his ears went redder. Alec began the ritual. He placed the cauldron on the floor and gently dropped a lit teacup candle inside. He sprinkled some earth around Kaylee's body and read the first incantation from the page he'd printed from the Internet. The cauldron glowed brighter. "It's working!" Allison cried. Alec sprinkled rose oil on Kaylee's naked body and read the second incantation as she squirmed, trying to get loose. The cauldron glowed even brighter. Alec tried not to touch his daughter's dildo as he dropped it inside the cauldron and read the third incantation. Nothing happened. Alec read the incantation one more time, even though he was sure he'd said it correctly. Still, nothing happened. Susie looked up when she heard a noise -- the ominous sound of footsteps as a shadow appeared in the hallway. "Omigod!" Allison whispered. "We forgot to lock the front door!" Susie let go of Kaylee's leg and ran to close the door to the den. She almost had it shut when a hand stabbed through the opening and seized her wrist. Susie screamed in terror as Allison's mom burst through the door. Andrea grabbed her around the waist and pulled her tightly against her. She couldn't break free as Andrea pulled her down to the carpet and tore off her Halloween costume. Susie whimpered as she tried to push Andrea's hand away, but was helpless as her white cotton panties were pulled down. The panties, with two hearts pinned together by an arrow, were her favorite and she had worn them as a surprise for Josh. She was frozen in fear as Andrea slid her hand down and lightly rubbed her middle finger back and forth across her teen clit, and when she leaned over and licked and sucked her tiny, erect nipples she couldn't help but arch her back. "Don't panic, Susie!" Alec called to her, "We're nearly done the ritual! Hang on -- as long as you don't have an orgasm you'll be okay!" "Fuck," Susie thought, "that isn't gonna be as easy as it sounds." Allison's mom's tongue was teasing her nipples while her fingers did magic tricks between her legs. She watched as Andrea dipped two fingers in her pussy and they came out soaked with her juices. "You'd better hurry!" Susie yelled. Alec wished he could help her but knew they couldn't interrupt the ritual. He tried the incantation again, but the cauldron still didn't glow brighter. "I don't understand," he said, trying not to panic. "The instructions say to stick the phallic symbol in the vessel -- I put it in the vessel!" Allison realized what he'd done wrong. "Dad, can you hold Kaylee's leg?" Alec switched positions with her and tried to pin down the kicking leg. Gabriella had jumped on Kaylee's other leg when Susie had tried to shut the door, and Brody had both her arms pinned behind her head. She kept arching her back and looking back at him with her mouth open, her eyes begging him to slide his cock in. He quickly looked up at the ceiling. Allison went to the cauldron, took her dildo out, and ran her tongue around the head before sucking on it a few times, getting it nice and wet with her saliva. "Why the hell did you do that?" Alec asked his daughter. "Oops...force of habit." Embarrassed, Allison quickly continued. "I think the reason the incantation isn't working is because the cauldron isn't the vessel -- Kaylee is!" "Kaylee?" Alec said, not understanding until he noticed Gabriella spreading Kaylee's legs while his daughter knelt between them. Allison slid her favorite dildo into her best friend -- not for the first time -- and made a twisting motion with her wrist as she stroked it back and forth. Alec read out the third incantation as Kaylee contorted in pleasure. The cauldron glowed brighter again. "We're almost done!" Gabriella cried, trying to hold Kaylee's leg as she twisted and ground against the dildo. "What's the next step?" Alec hadn't mentioned it yet, as he wasn't sure how she'd react. "Brody has to screw her." "What? Are you kidding me?" she said, glaring at her boyfriend as if it was his idea. "No way...I 'm not going to allow it!" "Someone has to have intercourse with her to get the cauldron to the final stage. And then come in her to complete the ritual!" "Then you can fuck her!" she said. "I can't do that," Alec whispered, worried his wife would hear him. "She's Allison's best friend!" "Well, Brody's my boyfriend!" "Gabby!" Brody interrupted. "Quit being so fucking jealous! You saw what it's like out there. We have to help them end this -- any way we can!" Meanwhile, Susie's moaning was getting louder. Andrea had moved down as Susie parted her legs, her panties now around one ankle, and was slowly licking her tongue up and down between Susie's pink pussy lips, tasting her sweet nectar. She softly flicked her tongue out, teasing her clit. "Goddamnit," Susie moaned, "where did your mom learn to eat pussy so good!" She couldn't help herself as she grabbed Andrea's head and lifted her hips to give her tongue full access. Allison continued to tease her friend with the dildo as the others argued over who was going to fuck her. Unexpectedly, Kaylee started to chant. "Oh jeez, they can talk!" Gabriella cried. Alec looked over at the cauldron and was horrified to see the chanting was making its bright glow fade. "She's dispelling the ritual, someone shut her up!" Brody held Kaylee's wrists down with one hand and tried to clamp his other over her mouth, but she broke free of his grip and immediately started undoing his pants again. He covered her mouth with one hand while he tried to keep his pants up with the other. She was too strong though as she pulled his hand away and tugged his pants down, once again freeing his throbbing erection. "Brody!" Gabriella hissed, as she saw how excited he was. He reached down to pry Kaylee's hands off his cock but she started chanting again. He clamped his hands back over her mouth and she grabbed his cock again. He was fighting a losing battle. Alec was still struggling to hold Kaylee's leg as he watched the cauldron fade, but her chanting abruptly stopped and the cauldron glowed brightly again. "You did it!" he said, "You stopped her from -- " As Alec turned around he realized why Kaylee had stopped chanting. She'd pulled Brody close enough to get her mouth on him and was bobbing up and down on his swollen shaft. He had a panicked look on his face as he tried to push her away, but her arms were locked around his waist. "Don't make her stop!" Alec said. "As long as her mouth is...busy, she can't chant to dispel the ritual. Hang on -- we'll be finished soon!" "You'd better hurry up!" he groaned, as Kaylee worked his cock over like a woman possessed. "You'll have to do it, Dad," Allison said, as she pulled the sopping dildo out of Kaylee. "You've gotta fuck her!" "Are you sure, honey? I know she's your friend." "Do her, or we're all gonna be sex zombies!" Alec could hear Susie moaning desperately in the hallway as his wife's tongue pushed her to the edge. And he could see Brody's eyes rolling back as Kaylee furiously jacked his cock into her mouth. "Hurry up and fuck her!" Gabriella cried. Allison knew there was no other way. Her dad purposely looked away as he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down. She could see Gabriella was as surprised as her when they saw how big her dad's cock was. Getting him hard to fuck Kaylee obviously wasn't going to be a problem as his eight-incher was completely erect and really, really thick. His cock was definitely bigger than Adam's and maybe even bigger than Billy's. The girls spread Kaylee's legs for Alec. He quickly kneeled between them and went to stick his cock in, but as she bucked and twisted he couldn't line it up with her hole. He had to put both of his hands on her waist to hold her down. He lifted one hand to guide his rod inside her but she started bucking again and he needed both hands to pin her down. His pole was bouncing around her opening as he tried to thrust it in without using his hands. Gabriella saw he needed help and quickly reached out with her free hand and grabbed his cock. She squeezed it and gave it a few strokes, even though it was plenty hard, and guided him into Kaylee's pussy. Her golden eyes smoldered as she watched Alec penetrate her. As he started pumping his thick cock in and out of her, she sucked Brody's smooth shaft even faster and he could see her eyes glowing like a sunrise. Gabriella read out the final incantation. Nothing happened. Alec hadn't noticed, as he'd entered paradise. "Oh my god," he thought, as he plowed her perfect pussy. "Sam was right, she is a fucking sweet piece of ass." Gabriella quickly read the incantation again and still nothing happened. "Dad!" Allison cried, as she grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. "We need to put the dildo back in her!" "No," he groaned, "I'm supposed to fuck her...let me know when I can come!" "You've got to turn her over, Dad! Get her on top of you!" Alec wasn't sure what Allison had planned, but he was too far gone to argue. He reached his arm underneath Kaylee and kept his cock inside her as he rolled over until she was straddling him. Once she was on top, she slammed herself up and down on his thick stick. He pulled her down to him, crushing her firm breasts against his chest and lifting her ass in the air. Brody's cock had come out of her mouth when she rolled over and, even though she hadn't started chanting again, he stuck it back in. Gabriella couldn't resist reaching out and fondling Kaylee's breasts as she watched her bouncing her up and down on Alec's big pole. Susie was wiggling her ass on the carpet as she ground her pussy against Andrea's mouth. "Oh fuuuuuck...I'm cumming!" she moaned. Allison quickly sucked the dildo a couple more times and placed the head against Kaylee's ass. She had put her favorite dildo in every one of her best friend's holes, but not this one. She pushed, twisting the dildo as it stretched her virgin asshole and finally slid in. Allison nodded at Gabriella, and she read the final incantation. Instantly, the cauldron flared with a blinding light. "Now, Dad!" Allison cried. "Come in her now!" Alec had his hands on Kaylee's hips and was driving her onto his swollen cock as his daughter worked the purple dildo back and forth in her ass. He looked back and saw Andrea and Susie coming toward them, both of their eyes glowing golden. Alec groaned as he felt a new sensation. "Oh, fuck...that feels great," he said. Brody, who was getting the best blowjob of his life, looked behind Kaylee and saw that Gabriella had reached back and was rubbing and kneading Alec's big balls to help him come while she played with Kaylee's yummy breasts. The sight of his girlfriend pleasuring another man instantly pushed him over the edge. He knew he was going to come and tried to pull out but Kaylee was a step ahead of him; her hand moved like a snake as it seized his shaft and kept him from escaping between her lips. She bobbed one more time and he unleashed his load. "Hurry!" Gabriella cried, as Brody's eyes turned golden. He slid his cock out of Kaylee's mouth and turned in Allison's direction. Alec couldn't believe how tightly Kaylee's pussy was squeezing his cock as she drove herself up and down on it. Gabriella was frantically working his balls as she begged him to come. Alec felt himself falling away, like he was in a dream. He flooded Kaylee's cumbox, and a fountain of golden light erupted from the cauldron and filled the den. As the light faded, the cauldron was black and cold again. Andrea stopped. She looked around and realized she was inside her house -- and completely naked. The last thing she remembered was Steve fucking her beside the house; it had surprised her because he knew not to come over unless Alec wasn't home. She also wondered why her mouth tasted like pussy. Kaylee wondered why her mouth was filled with the sticky taste of cum, and was astonished when she realized the huge cock inside her was Allison's dad's. And when she looked back and saw her best friend plugging her favorite dildo into her ass she was completely bewildered. "Holy shit, I must have got pretty fucking wasted last night!" Kaylee said. "That really was the best Halloween party ever!"

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Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 02: Sorceress Tags: hermaphrodite, fantasy, elves, elf, half-elf, playful, surprise, dancing, innocence II The Sorceress \* \* \* \* *My dearest Tessarie,* *I know times are trying right now, but please know that I did my best to ensure you wound up somewhere safe. Human lands are welcoming to our kind and while they are not to be trusted, I have no doubt you will be treated well and welcomed with open arms. From what we know of them, they shun magic, so please be careful if you choose to exercise your powers. . .* *The accident could have been forgiven if it was not so wide spread, but in talking to the elders, there is hope. I know you suffer from the same thing they did, but the decision has been handed down. You may be allowed to return when have learned to master your skills, but for now the only advice I can offer is to keep your wits about you and your chin up. You are destined for greatness. Do not give up.* *You are forever in my heart.* *Your brother,* *Estereyn* \* \* \* \* **A** beautiful melancholy hymn clung to the air like the sickly-sweet flavor of fermenting peppermint. The human singing in front of the band tugged at her collar subconsciously as she went through the movements of her dance by rote; devoid of the passion and spirit that she could have inspired in anyone with her powerful, sultry body. Tessarie could see the hopelessness in her eyes as the greasy dregs of society threw coppers on to the catwalk around the dancer. Her heart ached for the woman and she tugged at her own collar, knowing full well the futility of the act. Makrin would keep the coppers, of course. He'd apply a portion of it to the human's debt with him, but never enough to get ahead. This was how things went at the Crimson Devotion. Day in and day out, the women danced amidst the stinging haze of tobacco smoke and cheap alcohol while patrons came and went at all hours. Some women had it better than others, some could dance or sing keep guests entertained in other ways. Those who couldn't wound up in the back rooms. Tessarie shuddered. She had gotten good at ignoring the looks and the rough nature of humans-- especially the men-- but she'd never truly understood the exact reason behind their primitive ways. She had some insights from the cheap pulp novels she'd managed to sneak away with. Usually left by patrons too drunk to remember their names. Her mother had tried to explain them to her when she was younger, but she didn't pay attention when she should have-- life had been more interesting then. Vibrant. . . *alive* with possibility. "Oi, knife ears! Need a drink here!" But that was then. This was now. Tessarie scooped up one of the ales lined up on the bar and placed it on her serving tray before she bounded away with a flourish, neatly pirouetting between isles of drunken men laughing and talking amongst them selves. She felt herself slide away into the corners of her mind as she moved, to that place of real freedom that no one could touch. Her long blonde hair swirled around her body with pent up magic looking for a place to release. She danced through the isles towards the man with the tray held high, ale sloshing against the rim of the glass. Tessarie didn't flinch when someone slapped her tight butt and instead tossed the platter up, spun in place, feeling the power build in her body with every movement. When she caught the tray she directed her built up energies into it-- the amber liquid flickered pink and went back to its natural shade. She couldn't let herself smile as she raised the tray and bowed low, presenting his drink as though it were a sacred artifact. This garnered more than a few looks from some of the patrons who eyed her olive skin covetously. The man grabbed the handle and took a slug as he watched the dancer on stage. In a second he realized something was wrong but didn't seem to understand *what*. He slumped back in his chair looking exhausted all of a second. His eyes closed and he started snoring loudly. Tessarie straightened up with a faint smile. Humans minds were always so susceptible to her magic. "Oi, Tess!" Makrin said from across the room, motioning her over. He'd seen her, he had to have. Somehow he knew what she'd done and now he was going to punish her. Dammit, why was she so easily provoked? She swallowed and scuttled over with the tray held over her bare midriff protectively, her head lowered in supplication. "Y- Yes?" She barely squeaked out. "You got a customer. Booth four." Tessarie dared a look up at the human through her dark brown bangs. "B- I thought--" "She's *paying*. More you make, the quicker you get out of here, yeah? Now get your scrawny little ass over there and take care 'f my customers." There was a second, just one, where she thought about opening her mouth. About reminding him that her debt wasn't *that* bad. It'd been two nights at an inn, for Mesyolin's sake! She wasn't supposed to be taken into private, much less into the booths. But then the second passed and her shoulder's slumped in resignation. She knew what would happen if she resisted. Constricting collars were good teachers. She ventured tentatively for her voice. "W- Why me specifically?" Makrin got that look in his beady eyes that told her she was treading dangerous ground. "She *asked* for you." "By name?" "Of course not! Now, *please*, yer royal fucking elfiness, would you *get a move on*?" At those words the collar tightened around her throat to emphasize his demand. "Going, going--" Tessarie scampered through the main lobby, dumped her tray on the bar as she passed and didn't slow down until she was through the curtain to the hall of private booths. The green linen outfit she wore trailed behind her like a peacock's tail, though it barely covered any of her chest. It covered up other things, though. The bands of linen hung from her hips in layers over her pelvis, almost no one could see the unmistakable outline of what the accident had done to her. Unless she was aroused, of course. Then there would be no hiding it. A woman was a rare client, but it wasn't completely unheard of in this city. It seemed that more and more humans were expressing their deeper desires just as her people had learned to over centuries. In some way, that comforted her. Sure, Tessarie had heard things from some of the other girls in the back room about how rough orcan bloods were-- men and women alike-- but the booths were meant for no-touch dancing. Tessarie swallowed. At least she hoped so. Who knew what this woman had been promised to get her to part with her coin. She stopped outside the door. The frosted windows offered no insights to her client and with the lights set low, she couldn't make anything out of the shadows despite her keen vision. She could do this. Nothing bad would happen, it was just a dance. Nothing more. She took a deep breath. Her skin prickled despite the warm air and as she grabbed the door knob her hand slipped from sweat. Would she want to do *things* with Tessarie? Was she looking for a cheap thrill? Humans were so unpredictable when it came to their desires and she didn't know the first thing about actually satisfying them without resorting to the more carnal forms of satisfaction. *Just go. . . Get this over with and life can go on.* Tessarie hugged her arms under her breasts and rubbed her arms suddenly feeling horribly exposed. She wanted to go home, she wanted to be with her friends again. Not surrounded by these strange and overbearing creatures. She had no money, though! And a magic collar that kept her there. Oh, where had it all gone so wrong. . . She closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath. She'd do this and be done with it, life would go on and she would be out of here soon. An inn room couldn't have cost that much for two days and people paid good money for these booth visits, right? *Yes, of course!* The client had probably just paid more than half of her debt in one swoop, so there was the possibility that a good portion of her debt was already cleared. She could be free. She could be *home* soon. With that thought her confidence brimmed and the tears that wanted to well up in her died off. This wasn't going to be nearly as bad as she thought it was. She was lying to herself, of course. No one ever left the Crimson Desire. Tessarie clenched her teeth and opened the door, slipping in as quietly as she could, as though by doing so she would be ignored. She ran her tongue over her lips and tried to rally her voice, glancing about the room. It was sizable and deep with a semi-circular couch built into the wall opposite the door, in front of which say a small table with a bottle of wine and an ash tray. On the couch say a human woman with red hair and glasses. She was curvy by human standards, maybe a little overweight but the cut of her blouse, silk vest and pants-- honest to gods pants, what kind of woman wore pants-- sculpted her curves to make her look alluring. She took a deep breath, causing her breasts to strain against her vest as she took in Tessarie's figure. A warm, reassuring smile parted her lips as she leaned back in the cushions and laid her arms against the back of the couch. "My goodness." her voice was like liquid silk, even to Tessarie's sensitive ears. "I must admit, I didn't expect your beauty to light up the entire room--" "I--" "But I'm glad it does." The woman crossed her legs at the knee and bobbed her foot with a thoughtful twinkle lighting her gaze. There was something about the slant of those covetous eyes and the way they were set, just a little too far apart to be entirely human. "Tell me, my good woman. . ." Tessarie's customer dipped into her vest, removing a cigar and a slab of brass. "Would it bother you if I smoked?" "I--. . ." Tessarie's shoulders slumped a little. "If it pleases you, miss." "Many things please me, dear. Not the least of which is being able to sit prostrate before such beautiful eyes." She smiled warmly at Tessarie's confused expression. "But I believe respect should be given to those much more wizened than myself, hm? So tell me, dear *lady*, does smoke bother you?" Tessarie eyed the curious woman for a moment and nodded slowly. "It does, yes. I am sorry." "Think nothing of it!" The woman's smile remained firmly in place as she pocketed the items once more and threw her arms back against the couch as though she owned the place. "I--. . ." "Hm?" "Forgive me, I have never performed for someone." She licked her lips. She couldn't do this. "S- Solo, I mean." "Ah? I love being a woman's first." The red haired woman reached into another pocket and produced a silver slab. Pushing a button on it, a small key popped out and she twisted the key as she stood. "I'll tell you what. . . I've had a long day, so perhaps we will perform for one another, hm?" Another warm smile. "Here, sit down." "I-- I could not!" "Posh!" She offered her hand, waiting for Tessarie to take them. When she didn't, the woman looked at her with a patient, almost motherly expression that said she would wait as long as it took to get her way. Definitely an unusual trait for a human. She bit her lip, wondering if she should. Tessarie reached out slowly and took the hand. Daring to hope. The woman guided her to the couch, settling her down against the cool fabric with a soft purr of a whisper. "Might I know the name of the woman who I may be worshiping before day break?" "I-" she blinked as the woman leaned in closer and kissed the tip of her ear. She closed her eyes. This wasn't right. Humans didn't do this kind of thing-- it wasn't *natural*. "T- t- Tessarie." she breathed. "The pleasure is all yours, my good woman." The woman slid away, tapped her silver device and set it down. In seconds wit was producing a soft melody with a slightly twangy, metallic sound. The melody carried across through the room like an elven ballad played by someone who'd memorized the notes but not the soul of it. And yet. . . The woman in the silk vest rolled her body with feline grace, her curves flowed from left to right as she kept perfect pace with the song being played. At that moment Tessarie noticed that her hips were slightly wider than her chest from behind-- moments before the woman rolled those shapely hips back towards her, teasing. . . Offering. . . Her coppery locks swept back in an arc as she stood, looking at the elf over her shoulder with her butt cocked out slightly. That's when Tessarie saw the woman's slightly pointed ear. In a moment she was turning her whole body, reaching for the sky as she continued rolling her body like a sidewinder traveling across the sands. With each roll of her hips she inched a little closer, twisting this way and that in a hypnotic motion. Tessarie lost herself in the woman's movements, feeling the stir of a familiar damp hardness between her legs. The woman glided forward gracefully, taking both her hands up in offering to the gods and then again with the other foot. Closer and closer until she was standing in front of her. The young elf looked up, trembling. The throbbing ache between her legs threatened to burst free from its linen bonds and part of her wanted it to. The pressure was so great that she had to shift her weight until she was almost tilting. The red haired woman had a catty smile and her hands on her hips as though she knew exactly how much power she now held over Tessarie. Tessarie exhaled deeply, trying to center herself. She couldn't loose control. Not here. Not like this. But then the woman's finger grazed her cheek and she murmured so softly that the words almost seemed to come from another plane. "You're free to do what you like, my dear." The woman was looking down at her when the young elf finally got the courage to look up again. Silhouetted by the flickering candles, she could have been an overseer, and yet in her gentle caress, she felt like an angel come to take her away. The woman seemed to understand her doubts and she reached up to run her hand through Tessarie's hair, over the tip of her ear and her shoulder. As she did so, she slid on to the couch and straddled the elf's lap, pinning her down between her thigh thighs with a kind of pressure that was alien and strangely comforting. "Perhaps you'd like me to do what *I* want instead?" The insistent woman kissed the words across her ear. "I- I- I-" Tessarie stammered. "We can't-- I-- I'm not. . ." The red head pulled back slightly and ground her pelvis into Tessarie's lap. "You're something, dear." She whispered and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, leaning into her all the more. "Either you've hidden a candlestick in those robes or you're not all you seem, hm?" Tessarie blanched and went cold. "Don't worry, sweetheart, you'll find I'm *very*. . . Open to new things." Her lips wrapped around the tip of the elf's ears and the girl instinctively let out a soft moan. "I always get what I want. Do you?" Tessarie balled her shaking hands into fists. This wasn't right but she couldn't stop the human. She owed this debt and-- No. "Stop." It wasn't worth her dignity. "Mmm?" "We can't do this." The woman pulled back, settling her weight down on the elf's thighs which pushed her fully engorged member into the cushion painfully. It was all she could do not to wince as she looked up at the woman straddling her. Her hands hadn't left Tessarie's shoulders but it wasn't a sign of control so much as reassurance. That made her wonder. Was it so bad? She was offering a warmth that most humans hadn't ever offered her. Unorthodox, yes, but hardly dangerous. Her customer leaned back slightly as though sensing her discomfort and slowly massaged Tessarie's shoulders, leaning in to touch their foreheads together. When she spoke again, it was in pitch perfect elven. *"**You looked unhappy, when I first saw you. I only want to bring a smile to lips too beautiful to frown.**"* Tessarie took a deep breath and carefully placed her hands on the woman's arms. *"**Your mastery of our tongue is remarkable, miss.**"* *"**Sweet dear, my tongue can do many things. . .**"* She smiled slyly, kissed her nose. *"**What will it do for* you*, though?**"* *"**I do not know. . .**"* *"**I have an idea.*" That same catty smile graced her lips and this time Tessarie found herself smiling too. She just didn't give up, did she? She *did* say she always got what she wanted. *"**What is it you wish, you who always gets what you want?**"* A flicker of something, uncertainty or perhaps a deep ache within, lit those bright eyes for just a second before she leaned in and whispered. *"**I want a friend.**"* With those words she wrapped her arms around Tessarie and held her close. Tessarie closed her eyes and brought her own arms around the woman. She knew it was what she wanted too but she couldn't articulate it. They remained like that for several minutes before the woman took Tessarie's ear in her mouth and teased it with her tongue. *"**That--* gah*-- that's. . .**"* "Mmhm. . ." *"**Who are you?**"* The redhead kissed the tip of her ear, and again. "My name is Sarah." "Sarah. . ." Tessarie sighed against the mix-blooded woman's ear. "What are you going to do?" "Shouldn't that be a surprise?" Sarah's hand slipped from the elf's back and traced a line down her chest. She didn't stop when Tessarie backed up against the cushions, either trying to get away or make access easier, neither one of them was sure any more. "I promise we'll both enjoy it." She kissed her neck. "Don't you *deserve* to be treated for a change?" "Gods above." Tessarie whimpered when Sarah's hand wrapped around the base of her member. The unnatural extra throbbed hard at her touch in time with the pounding of the little elf's heart. Unlike her diminutive size would suggest, however, Tessarie's cock was thick. Very thick. The size of a well hung human, she had been told by some of the girls. Sarah's breath caught and she inhaled. "Oh, *my*, dear. . ." The woman's murmur turned into a husky purr as she tried to wrap her hand around it, not quite able to touch her thumb and forefinger together around it. "Have I done this to you?" She kissed the elf's neck. Tessarie swallowed. Her heart slammed against her ribs with each breath she managed to ram into her lungs. "I can't help it--" "You don't have to. . ." Sarah placed her hand on the elf's chest and pushed her back against the cushions. When Tessarie closed her eyes and looked away in shame, the half-blood chuckled softly. In a moment she was at the smaller woman's throat, kissing and just *holding* her for a while. "You are positively beautiful, sweetheart. No matter what may come between us, never forget that." Tessarie opened her eyes and looked at Sarah. There was no trace of cynical humor or anger in those eyes. Just acceptance-- and lust if she was being honest. The diminutive elf straightened up and looked up at the woman, unsure of what to do. Sarah took the cue, brushing her hair behind her own pointed ears before she kissed Tessarie's throat. Between her breasts. She looked up with a faintly predatory smile and kissed her stomach as she slid down to sit on her knees in front of the elf, blowing her warm breath across Tessarie's thighs which had been dotted with goosebumps. Lacking testicles really wasn't an issue, for some reason her body always seemed to produce pre-cum with even the slightest amount of provocation. Sarah didn't seem to mind, though, she used the wet spot created by the juice to find the tip of the cock and in seconds she had it free of the linen bindings. Tessarie shuddered as the woman took the tip in her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. "Gods." the little elf sighed, slumping back in the couch while Sarah's lips pressed down firm enough to slide the foreskin back so her tongue could lap at the head. She went down on it even as she sucked from the thick shaft like an over sized straw. Tessarie groaned and draped her head back over the couch while the woman continued her ministrations. Pleading, coaxing, massaging. Every inch within her mouth sang to the woman's tongue. . . And far too soon it was over. Tessarie had never had someone do this and didn't know what to expect but when her orgasm broke, she jerked forward and felt her cock pulse. Time and again. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure rippled through her body as the couch creaked and groaned where her nails dug into the upholstery. She came so hard she couldn't even breathe as her cock throbbed and pumped thick, gooey ropes into the object of her pleasure. She was too far gone to think of the name or even how she had come but she could feel something sucking at the tip. Milking her to greater heights of pleasure even as she came again. This time she managed a weak mewl while her cock erupted again. Another thick splash of cum poured from her and she pumped forward unconsciously against the object bringing her to climax. This time, she was surprised to feel the thing around her cock tighten-- before she knew it, she felt hair draped down either side of her tights and a tongue lapping at the base of her shaft. She managed to look down to see a woman's head buried her between her legs. Red hair glistening in the dim light, she had her lips pressed to Tessarie's pelvis as she swallowed load after gushing load. This time, she didn't pause as Tessarie came. She wasn't even swallowing any more. It just went straight into her stomach as the woman cooed. The little elf placed her hands on the woman's back, unsure even of who this woman was or how she came to be there. Just reveling in the pleasure that was unlike any she had experienced before. She slumped forward after a final spurt, resting her weight against the woman and shaking violently from adrenaline and orgasm. Slowly she came back to her senses and the moments before her first penile orgasm came flooding back. Sarah was the woman's name. A half-blood human and elf. . . Who bragged about her tongue. Maybe it wasn't so much a brag as a statement of the truth. Sarah swallowed, causing her throat to tighten around Tessarie's cock. The little elf whimpered. "Nomoreplease. . . Gods." The woman chuckled and kissed her pelvis, patting her butt. After she realized that the woman couldn't move, Tessarie leaned back-- more appropriately, she slumped back-- against the couch, utterly spent. Sarah closed her eyes as she withdrew the full length of the woman's cock from her throat, leaving a trail of saliva and semen across the first three inches and a rope of mixed fluid from the tip to her mouth. She looked up at Tessarie and ran her tongue over her lips the way one did after a good meal. Tessarie looked at her bleary eyed. Gods, she was beautiful in that moment. Humans and elves had made this woman and somehow she managed to be more beautiful than many of the paragons of either race. . . Maybe it was the lust talking, but Tessarie found herself enamored. "Well," Sarah licked her lips once more and crossed her arms over Tessarie's knees, looking up at her with a grin. Her teeth had a opalescent glean to them now. The elf smirked dreamily. "Well. . ." Tessarie exhaled, still trembling. "That was quite something." "Y- Yes, that's one way to put it. . . I can't stop shaking." "Why did you try to put me to sleep?" "I-" Tessarie frowned, her hazy thoughts still muddled. "I didn't?" "Dear girl," Sarah tutted. "I know magic when I feel it." "Oh, no. No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" In her fluster, she lost all sense of dignity and resorted to compounds. "Forgiven!" Tessarie bit her lip. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, really-- I-- truly Sarah, I'm sorry." "I'm not." She smiled playfully and laid her hand on Tessarie's. "Tell me, dear. . . When do you get off work?" "I. . . I don't." A frown creased her lips as she intertwined her fingers. Tessarie found herself doing the same as her mind fog cleared. "I'm not allowed to leave until my debt is fulfilled." "That right?" Sarah eyed her for a long moment. "I think we might be able to come to an agreement, then, my dear." Tessarie nibbled her lower lip, wondering just what she had in mind, and strangely excited to find out. \# **S**he awoke to the sound of Makrin's drawl and the crash of the booth door against the wall. Her head was resting on Sarah's thigh and for a long moment she wasn't sure what the fat man would say. She started to get up but Sarah laid a hand on her shoulder and kept her there as she sipped from her wine. On the table, next to the bottle was a hand written contract and a mechanical ink pen. "Perfect timing." Sarah said brightly, ignoring Makrin's dangerous scowl. "I was just going to send for you." "Wha--" "I have a business proposal for the owner," Sarah cut him off. "You *are* the proprietor of this fine establishment, are you not?" That seemed to make the man reconsider whatever was about to leave his mouth. Still, Tessarie, sunk away from his gaze, wrapping her left arm around Sarah's waist in an effort to get behind her as much as possible. When the man eyed them both, he furrowed his brow. Finally, he said. "I am." "Tell me, do you rent out your. . . entertainers? I have a rather special need for someone of her talents and beauty." She smiled. "You've been in here for hours. I think it's time you left--" "Ah, but I'm not finished, my good man." Sarah tutted. "I've paid for her company-- and may I say, you have *excellent* tastes. I've a desire to hire her for a short and rapacious engagement outside of your establishment. Perhaps something that can more fulfill my lascivious proclivities in ways fit for both man and beast." The man sighed. Likely at all the big words the woman was throwing out like candy. Some part of Tessarie wanted to smile, but every other part of her was wondering just what Sarah was driving at. Makrin scoffed derisively and rubbed at his sweaty neck. "What's your game, elf?" "Hm?" She made a show of looking at Tessarie and then with theatrical flair, held her hand up to shield her lips from the man's view, whispering much too loud to be considered conspiratorial. "I think he believes me to be someone of your remarkable beauty! Gods, I'm going to blush!" She couldn't help herself. Tessarie giggled. That only seemed to make Makrin more upset. He started towards Sarah, looked like he was about to grab her and stopped abruptly. Tessarie looked at the woman and realized why. She was holding a pistol trained on him. "Please, have a seat." She took a sip from her wine and made room for the man's bulk. "You're not gonna do anything." "Dear boy, the *last* think I want to do is upset your business. Quite the contrary! I want to help you!" Makrin frowned, looking caught off guard. He grunted. "Grand." Sarah smiled like nothing had happened. She tucked her pistol into her belt and motioned to the contract. "I have here a contract from the redundantly Unionized organization of Fae and Fae-blooded creatures of which miss Tessarie Variel is a card carrying member. Now, I'm not one to tell someone how to run their business, but because miss Variel isn't represented by her union here, I have to wonder just what kind of conditions she's working under!" The man blinked and looked at the contract. "What're you, some kind of guard? We got a deal--" "I'm sure you do! But this deal does not extend to our Union! We act under direct order from the King himself to protect the rights of working Fae and Fae-blooded creatures working for human employers." She sipped her wine. Tessarie backed away slowly. She had seen Makrin's temper a few times and knew better than to be anywhere near it. Sarah might have been crazy, and armed, but she wasn't a match for the fat man's size. Makrin looked at her oddly for a moment, seeming to consider Sarah and not quite sure what to make of her. "This why you asked for an elf?" She smiled at that. "So. . . What is it this Union wants?" "Nothing much, dear. We just need to make sure that the conditions under which miss Variel are to standard. Food appropriate to her blood line--" "We've got good food. Don't we Tess?" She swallowed. Paused. She couldn't go with this deception. Sarah was on her own. "Oh, yes. The beef is delicious. . ." The thought made her stomach churn. "Beef you say?" Sarah tutted. "You are aware, my good sir, that elves and most other Fae-blooded folk are allergic to meat, yes?" "She's been eat'n it for months, she's fine--" "The symptoms are slow to develop, you see." Sarah leaned in just a little, casting a glance back towards Tessarie as though she might overhear. "See, they develop rashes and soon everyone's coming down with them-- highly contagious, you see." She winked at the elf. Makrin looked over Sarah. "I--" "If you didn't know about that, I have to wonder what kind of beds you have on the premises! Please tell me you've a swing bed for the poor girl at least?" "I. . ." He was getting swept up in the woman's web of lies, he fumbled for the words. "I'm sure we can. . ." "I'm sure! But has she been allowed to exercise her powers? You know, elves won't stay healthy if they're not allowed to exercise their innate magical talents at least once a day." He shot back defensively. "She gets plenty of exercise on the stage--" He grabbed his mouth. "Er. . ." "On the stage. I see. So she dances for you as well, does she? Grand! So we've one less thing to worry about!" Makrin's shoulders relaxed. "Well, perhaps I spoke too soon. You're aware that the city law precludes magic from being cast within the limits unless certain permits are filed, yes? The *owner* of the building or business is held responsible--" "I--" "Nasty business, really. A solid year in prison for each infraction! Gods, I'd hate for the judge to hear about how many performances this poor woman's been giving unbenounced to the taxation department." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Her tone edged towards playful as she set her glass down. "That brings up the matter of taxes, too. . . Have you been paying your taxes?" "Well. . . I. . . Yes, of course I have! Every week!" "Good to hear! So, for a very law abiding citizen, I'm willing to overlook these other discrepancies in your business practices." Makrin exhaled his relief and leaned forward. "What's it going to cost?" "Cost? Oh dear, I'd not considered that! I'll tell you what. For this girl, I'm going to have to fine you five gold and--" "Five gold?! Are you daft!?" Sarah shot him a look and he backed down. "Certainly not! With so many violations of her basic rights, I can't imagine the Union overlooking this treatment! At the very least you should be in jail for letting her perform her magic openly." She seemed to give it some thought for a moment, tapped her chin and then smiled. "But. . ." "But?" The fat man looked hopeful. "But. . ." she drew the word out. "You're a good man. You pay your taxes on time and from what I can tell, the women seem happy, so I'm going to help you out. I'll take this jail sentence waiting to happen off your hands in exchange for your keeping things quiet." She smiled when his color started to return. "Does she have any property here?" "No--" "Yes, I do." "Go get it, then, dear. I'll meet you by the back door." Tessarie slipped out of the booth and made for her room, her mind fluttering with a million different thoughts. Could this really be happening? What was the strange half-elf going to demand of her instead? Could she dare hope that she was finally out of this nightmare? She made her way to her room with these thoughts swirling around her like a heavy mist. Whatever game the woman was playing, she seemed to know it well enough that she fully believe the things she was saying. Maybe she was telling the truth, maybe she was actually part of some kind of union-- gods, maybe her brother had heard about what happened and sent help! That had to be it! Tessarie grabbed her yellow travel cloak and walking staff along with the tiny pouch of charms and keepsakes she had been forced to hide from Makrin. By the time she got to the hall that lead to the back door, Sarah and Makrin were exchanging polite handshakes and he was giving her a small charm that she recognized as one he had taken from her during her first day there. Maybe it was a peace offering, in the event she told this 'Union' how bad her experience really had been. Tessarie swallowed. She had no doubt that the intent was exactly that. But when she got closer, he was all kind gestures and false modesty. He gently broke the magic and undid her collar before giving her a placid smile, wishing her all the best. When he was gone, Sarah stepped up beside her with the charm and a folded piece of paper. She smiled slyly, kissed her cheek and turned towards the back door. She stood there for a moment looking into the early morning gloom as Tessarie unfolded the paper. It was a document freeing her of all debts and allowances. It was signed. She was free. "I- Is this real?" "It is!" "By the gods. . ." "Just wits, my dear. Come! We have your freedom to celebrate." Sarah lead them into the alley with acute caution. Tessarie followed behind, reading the document carefully. None of the debt was transferred to Sarah, none of the clauses said anything about her owning Tessarie. She was really and truly without a 'master'. "I'm free!" "That you are!" A man spoke up from behind them. Gruff and wary. Human. "But she's not." Tessarie whirled to see a hulking man with scars across his jaw and chin. He towered over her. "Oh--" Some scrabbling rocks ahead caught her attention and she saw four men stepping from the shadows as Sarah moved to reach for her pistol. But then she stopped, knowing she was outnumbered. She raised her hands in surrender. "Bollocks. . ." And this was how Tessarie's new life started.

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Title: A Dragon in Suburbia by Ausfer Tags: Dragon, Feral, Foreplay, Human, Humor, Humping, M/F, Mild NC, Non-Anthro, Scaly, Seduction, Sex, Vaginal *This is a story about a dude gettin' it on with a dragon. Which dragon? Why, the one just above this text, by jove!* *If you like it when warm meat burritos are shoved into savory fish tacos, you're either Mexican, or you love porn. \_\_In either case, you'll love this story.* *For those of you who are regular readers.... Yes, this is a sequel to Dragon Ranch. However, you don't need to read Dragon Ranch first to enjoy this story. So, if you're a new reader, or just forgot what the flippity flip happened in Dragon Ranch, don't give a single fuck and just decide to keep reading.* \_However, this story does contain huge spoilers, so Dragon Ranch chapter 1 is right here if you wanna read it first: [http://www.sofurry.com/view/224981](http://www.sofurry.com/view/224981) \_ *Porn is at the end of the story, so hit ctrl + F and search for "hate" if you wanna find it.* A DRAGON IN SUBURBIA Kyle's eyes slowly blinked open once more. Judging from the dim, gray glow peeking out from behind the blinds, it had to have been at least five in the morning by now. Stifling a pained groan, he sat up with his one good arm and threw his legs over the bed. Kyle staggered to his feet on unsteady, sleepy legs and took a few steps, clumsily colliding with the door frame of his bedroom. He crossed the hall into the tiny, economic bathroom and impatiently flung open the mirror cabinet. Pain killers. He desperately needed pain killers. Asprin, motrin... anything to cut the pain enough to let him get some more sleep. Tired fingers passed over an old prescription bottle. Kyle grasped it at once and shook. The sweet sound of rattling brought a sigh of relief to his lips. Left-over Vicodin from a wisdom tooth extraction earlier in the year. Might be enough for a couple days, if he rationed them well. Kyle downed a single, white pill with a gulp of unsavory sink water and shuffled back into his bed room, running a tired hand through his now messy hair. A lot had happened in the past twenty four hours. The accident on the ranch last evening left him with a shoulder screaming in pain from a recent dislocation. Now, the joint had grown stiff and swollen over the hours, making the aching even worse. The throbbing headache he had from getting thrown against the side of the trailer felt minor in comparison. He was bruised, tired, and aching. And then there was the dragon on his bed. Yes... a dragon in his tiny, one-bedroom apartment. Couldn't exactly forget about that part. She was a little Yellowtail Garl by the name of Nixi. The creature was currently was curled up in a tight ball at the foot of his bed, her head tightly tucked underneath a wing. Kyle frowned just at the sight of her, knowing that the sooner he got her back to the ranch, the better. Slowly, carefully, Kyle climbed back into bed, heavily favoring his left shoulder. Sleeping on his stomach seemed to be the least painful position. He slowly turned over. As the mattress rocked and springs squeaked, the blue-and-green dragon opened her eyes and lifted her neck, yawning sleepily and glancing his way with tired eyes in the morning twilight. "Go back to bed, Nix," Kyle grumbled. "We'll figure out what to do with you tomorrow." The dragon stared at him for a while longer before she finally let out a grumpy huff and lowered her head back under her wing. Closing his eyes and trying to ignore the aches in his body, Kyle tried to find a comfortable position and did his best to clear his mind. There was an awful lot he needed to do tomorrow, and he needed the rest. As the effects of the medication slowly began to work their way through his body, he found himself slowly drifting off into an uneasy, dreamless sleep. \--=-=-- Kyle, if you asked him, would tell you there was nothing out of the ordinary about his life. He got pretty good grades in school, was part of the cross country team, went to college, pursued a bachelor's in Communications at a small, low-profile university, and graduated without fanfare. Like most graduates fresh out of college, it proved to be hard to find an open spot in the corporate ladder, diploma or not. That little piece of paper he worked for four years seemed so desirable at the time, and now that he had it, he had no idea what to do with the thing. How could it help him get a job when the only place hiring was the burger joint down the street? It was almost six months later that he finally broke down and accepted his cousin Emily's invitation to come work on her ranch, all the way down in Colorado. It wasn't a horse ranch, but a ranch that tended to dragons, training and conditioning them to live and work alongside humans. At first, Kyle was skeptical about working with dragons for a living. He didn't like dragons. They were troublesome, stubborn, and smelly creatures that seemed better off caged up in a zoo or something. He couldn't even fathom why people still went through the trouble of keeping and riding the beasts nowadays... But Kyle took the job anyway, figuring that anything was better than flipping burgers or stocking shelves. Decent pay and a free bed in Emily's ranch house until he found a place to stay was hard to pass up. He knew his cousin was doing him a big favor when she let him come in. Fire breathing carnivores capable of carrying a man in flight (or even eating one!) were, unsurprisingly, highly regulated by exotic animal laws. Getting a hold of a license to legally handle a dragon was often a long and difficult process. A lot had happened since six months ago. And never, not in his wildest dreams, would Kyle had ever imagined to see himself in the awkward position of finding a dragon in his apartment instead of on the ranch where she should be all along.... \--=-=-- A sudden, reptilian paw mashed on his face forced Kyle awake with a sputter. He quickly became aware of a stiff pressure on his ribs that made it hard to breathe. "Nixi..." he sleepily groaned. "Get off." As his eyes fluttered open and slowly came into focus he quickly made out an image of the blue and green dragon sitting on his chest. Sunlight peeked through the window. A glance at the digital clock on his bedstand read 6:37 am. Way too early to be up, in Kyle's opinion! Seeing he was awake, the Yellowtail let out a pleasant trill and nudged him firmly under the chin with her snout. Kyle felt the dragon's finned tail enthusiastically swish between his legs. He grumpily pushed the creature off of him and tried to sit up, but a sudden pain in his shoulder caused him to cry out unexpectedly. Remembering his injuries from yesterday, he carefully propped himself up with his good arm and yawned, staring sleepily at the dragon that had just woken him up. Nixi appeared pleased to see him awake and sat down on the opposite end of the bed to stare at him, as if wanting something. Kyle could already tell this was going to be an interesting day. Kyle rubbed his shoulder. The medication had left him groggy, but he was happy to find only a moderate ache in the place of what used to be horrible pain. He ran a hand through his messy and bed-ridden hair and tried to take a mental inventory of the current situation: A dragon in his apartment. The ache in his shoulder. The unpleasant headache. The spotty bloodstains on his bedsheets. Nixi staring at him. The dried and crusted cuts on her flank. How to get the dragon back to the ranch. How to explain things to Emily. How to keep her a secret to his neighbors in the meantime. How to- Kyle shook the thoughts out of his head and massaged his aching shoulder. He was getting ahead of himself: that was too much to think about for so early in the morning. A paw on his leg and an inquisitive, draconic yowl brought him to the present. He stared at the dragon, mildly annoyed at her intrusiveness. "Nixi, what do you want?" he snapped. He stared at the dragon with pursed lips. Nixi was a Yellowtail Garl, a kind of semi-aquatic dragon about the size of a jagaur or a puma. With a natural habitat of tropical freshwater marshes and river systems, Yellowtails were better swimmers than flyers, bearing webbed feet, a powerful, finned swimming tail, and waxy, waterproof scales. They were dark, muddled green in color, with faint hints of mottled blues and, in the females' case, indigo, as well. Their underbellies were painted a pleasant shade of sky blue that, along with the mossy green on top, counter-shaded the dragon from both above and below in their natural habitat, letting them blend in with the environment. The splash of golden-yellow on the fins and tail, however, stood out in stark contrast. Kyle at first had no idea why they came with such an obnoxious color, though he remembered Emily saying something about desirable breeding traits. Like some other dragons, he also was told that Yellowtails were known to "talk with their tails". Kyle only later realized what that meant: Yellowtails tended to have expressive body language for communication. All in all, Kyle always thought that Yellowtails looked rather ridiculous and out of place out in the flat, dry plains of Colorado, but he understood that the species was rapidly dwindling in the wild due to pollution, poaching, and loss of habitat. They were well-liked by ranch-hands due to their unusually energetic, playful, and expressive dispositions. Despite bearing a rather unusual cheerfulness for a dragon, they also display more typical behaviors of being stubborn, aggressive, prideful, and all-around troublesome to work with, and Nixi was no different. Kyle was very familiar with Nixi, as she had grown rather attached to him over the months. Though they began with a rather rocky start, the pair ended up spending ample time together. Stifling a yawn, Kyle studied the dragon, trying to read what her body was currently saying. The dragon stared at him peculiarly, and then jumped off the bed with a flourish, heading immediately to the closed door of his bedroom before looking back. Her sturdy tail thumped loudly against the ground a few times, which generally indicated anxiousness or nervousness. And then it clicked. "Oh shoot, you probably need to go to the bathroom..." he muttered. At once Kyle's mind raced with questions. How could he get her outside? He had the dragon's muzzle halter, but no leash or leader line. He couldn't risk let anyone seeing her. Not even cats were allowed in his apartment complex, let alone a large, exotic creature like a dragon! And it wasn't like he had a legal permit to own such a creature anyway. Kyle knew he could get in a lot of trouble really quick. But the look on Nixi's face told him he had no choice but to risk it anyway. "Alright, Nix, let's get you outside," he mumbled, getting out of bed with a groan, an action to which his tired body heavily protested. Clumsily, he threw on a pair of shoes and looked around his room for a makeshift leash. After a moment, an idea came to him. Bending over behind the futon, Kyle hastily ripped the TV extension cord out of the wall with his good arm. At fifteen feet long, it was more than enough if he could somehow tie it to her halter. Kyle opened the door to his bedroom, and Nixi immediately rushed out and paced in front of the door of his apartment. He grabbed the halter off the coffee table and secured it to Nixi's head. The Yellowtail fussed while the uncomfortable contraption was wrapped over her snout. The perforated nose cone prevented the dragon from biting or breathing fire. But mostly, Kyle just needed it for the metal fastener ring under her chin. Letting another yawn out, he passed one end of the stiff extension cord through the metal loop, hastily tied a poor excuse for a slipknot, and then carefully opened the door to the hallway to the third floor. Nixi immediately tried to nudge her snout through the door, but he put a stop to that by moving his leg in front of the crack. "Not yet, Nix." Kyle peeked his head out. Closed doors on both sides. No one in sight. Good. He quickly ushered the dragon out his room and made a bee line for the stairwell. Nixi hesitated at the steps, being unused going down them, and it took some coaxing and pulling before Kyle got the Yellowtail to apprehensively follow. After cautiously looking to make sure the coast was clear, he escorted the impatient dragon outside into the cool morning air. The sun was bright and low in the sky. Kyle blinked and squinted, trying to see through the sleepy, vicodin-induced fog in his mind. He was unprepared for when Nixi immediately took off, nearly yanking the cable out of his hand. "Hey!" Guiding a reluctant Kyle around, the dragon made her way across the asphalt parking lot, pausing every few seconds to look around. So many new smells and sights for the dragon! But pressing issues demanded her attention, and it wasn't long before Nixi eventually straight for the nearest patch of grass. The nearest patch of grass, it turned out, was the tree lawn facing the street, right out in the open. Kyle winced. "Nixi, no! Not there!" He tried pulling her away, but the dragon growled and adamantly put her feet out, resisting the tug. Kyle heard her dark claws scratch against the pavement. The extension cord tightened around his hand. The Yellowtail was immobile. With a frustrated sigh, he decided to let the dragon just get things over with so he could get her back inside. Dragons, for whatever reason, were very particular about their bathroom habits. They never went in their pens, it had to be outside. And it was never in an open space, either: it had to be next to a tree, or a large rock, or some other object. So when Nixi pulled Kyle over to the sapling on the tree lawn, he knew what was happening next and decided to turn his back and wait for the whole thing to be over, hoping no one else would be out at this time in the morning to see them. No sooner than he looked up did Kyle noticed a young woman on the sidewalk half a block down, right in the middle of her morning jog. Kyle pursed his lips. "Great...." Kyle stood there, with nothing else to do except to cross his arms stand awkwardly as the jogger made her way closer. From a distance, he saw her mouth drop open and mouth a word of surprise. As she came up to the pair, the woman slowed down to take in the unusual scene of a scowling man holding an extension cord attached to a small, exotic dragon relieving herself in the middle of a tree lawn. "What's the matter, never seen a guy take his dog for a walk before?" Kyle snapped. The woman flinched and immediately decided to focus her gaze on the side instead. Kyle watched her as she passed, a disgruntled frown locked on his lips. Kyle took a glance at Nixi, frowning to see the dragon had finished. Good. The only thing on his mind was how much he wanted to get back to bed. "Okay, Nix, let's get the heck out of here," he mumbled, yawning. He gave a light tug on the extension cord, signaling Nixi to follow. But the dragon was already distracted. With all the pressing personal business taking care of, the unfamiliar surroundings had piqued her interest and the Yellowtail was already ignoring him. So many sights, so many smells! There were strange buildings, fascinating litter, and curious lampposts that needed immediate investigation. Excited to explore further, the Yellowtail attempted to take off down the sidewalk. She pulled hard on the extension cord, resisting Kyle's tug and testing his already thin patience. "Nixi, no!" The dragon turned to face him, pulling backwards on the cord with a growl. Nixi flailed and flapped her leathery wings in protest as the halter dug into the scales on her head. The pair had a stubborn tug of war in the middle of the sidewalk, with the dragon proving to be surprisingly strong for her size. Letting out a frustrated grunt, he hiked up completely on the cord and grabbed the dragon's halter directly. Then he squatted down and stared angrily into the dragon's eye, pushing her muzzle down to force a submissive posture the way he had learned to do back on the ranch. He knew it wasn't the most correct way to get the dragon's to comply, and in fact if Emily were here he knew she'd chastise him for being so rough with her, but Kyle did not care at the moment. "Stop it," he hissed at her, his patience thin from the pain and lack of sleep. "We're going inside and you're going to put up with it." He felt a small twinge of relief as Nixi slowly relaxed in his grasp, avoiding eye contact meekly with ears held back and fins folded flat against her head. He gave her a short scratch on the head before letting go. "Good. Now come on," he said encouragingly, turning toward the parking lot. Kyle hurried back, dragging a very reluctant dragon in tow. A few minutes later he escorted her back in his apartment on the third floor, wrangled the muzzle halter off of the Yellowtail, and leaned heavily against the door with a heavy sigh. Already the day was turning into an adventure. Kyle felt completely out of his element having the Yellowtail with him at home. Working on a ranch and getting to ride the occasional dragon was one thing, but he had no idea how to actually care for one! Those parts were mostly left to Emily and the rest of the team that actually knew what they were doing. Likewise, his parents had never owned any pets when he was young; he had no experience keeping an animal, unless he counted the goldfish that he won at a carnival when he was seven. And that died a couple weeks later. Pets.... Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kyle then realized he probably should have picked up Nixi's business on the tree lawn. That was what dog owners had to do, right? Wasn't that a law or something? Kyle held his head in his hands and closed his eyes. "My gosh, what am I going to do with you, Nixi?" His mind still felt foggy. Must be the pain pills. His body yearned for sleep. The bed seemed like a very attractive option at the moment. Opening his eyes back up, he noticed the dragon had wandered off. Then, as if on cue, there was the sound of the kitchen trashbin scraping against the floor. Kyle internally swore. He entered the kitchen in an instant, finding Nixi taking a very intense fascination with the greasy, empty pizza box lying on top. The Yellowtail pulled the cardboard box down to the ground and nosed at it, sniffing intently and trying to pry the thing open. "Already?" He asked with a whimsical sigh. "It hasn't even been five minutes and you're getting into things already." The dragon looked up at him, protesting with a terse, unhappy yowl as Kyle bent down to pick the cardboard box up and set it on the counter. Kyle was already being reminded that Nixi was far more inquisitive, curious, and troublesome than a dog or a cat. "You're like a nosy little two-year-old with wings...." he muttered. And with a sobering shock, Kyle realized the implication of his own words: he couldn't afford to sleep for the rest of the day as long as the dragon was up and about. There was no telling all of the things she could get into. He scowled. At least he had a clue on what to do next. Food was now on the to-do list. Back on the ranch, Emily fed the dragons twice daily. She bought those special sausages for large carnivores, the types ground up from the whole cow or pig that you have to buy straight from a butchery. There had been plenty of times where he helped her take ropes of the stuff out from the freezers, cut them up with the band saws, and measure out the right portions while thirty two hungry dragons anxiously waited. Feeding was always a hectic time of day. Here at home, Kyle's cooking expertise ended somewhere around pancakes, and he didn't exactly keep a well-stocked refrigerator. His options for feeding the dragon were somewhat slim. Nixi immediately perked up when Kyle moved toward the refrigerator, and when the door opened, her head was the first thing inside. Kyle smiled and put a hand to her scaly neck, holding her back. She was familiar with the huge walk-in meat freezers on the ranch, and Kyle's fridge was hardly different looking. The refrigerator was depressingly empty, as par for the course. A bottle of mustard, an open package of lettuce, strawberry jelly, french dressing, nearly-expired milk, and in one of Emily's tupperware containers, left-over mushroom casserole. Nothing good for a dragon. The freezer yielded better results. Amid the frost-burned microwave meals and the tub of frozen yogurt was an ice-covered package of hotdogs that had expired a few weeks ago. Still perfectly good, in Kyle's opinion. Nixi stayed at Kyle's side, looking attentive and eager as he began to boil water. Curious, she reared up on two legs and watched intently, holding onto the counter for support. The open flame of the stove fascinated the dragon, and she leaned in close with an inquisitive trill, perplexed to see the flame coming seemingly out of nowhere. Kyle smiled, holding her back with his hips as he struggled to open the frozen package of hotdogs. In the process, he moved his left shoulder the wrong way, tweaking it and sending a spike of pain that caused him to drop the package on the yellowed, linoleum floor. "Nixi, get down," he said, chuckling. He bent down to pick up the fallen package, opened it up, and tossed the hotdogs into the pot... but not before the dragon got in a sniff of frozen meat as it hit the floor. Her snout followed the package as Kyle brought them back up to the height of the counter. Nixi immediately began to pace as Kyle prepared her meal, filling the kitchen with the sounds of clicking from her claws on linoleum. Nixi put her forepaws up on the counter once more to watch, and Kyle struggled to keep her snout away from the pot of boiling water. Gently, he coaxed the dragon back down to all fours and gave her a rub. "Hold your horses for just a few minutes, girl." Kyle watched her, the yellowtail letting out tiny chirps and yowls, pausing every once in a while to nudge and nip at Kyle's leg. He smiled, knowing the dragon was anything but patient. \--=-=-- Breakfast was a simple affair: hotdogs for a dragon, coffee and cold cereal for Kyle. Kyle enjoyed feeding Nixi by hand, something that was frowned upon on the ranch for safety reasons. Kyle spooned another mouthful of corn flakes into his mouth, happy to feel the caffeine was starting to let him off his morning grogginess as he watched the yellowtail feed. Nixi ate voraciously, eagerly snatching each hotdog out of his fingers and gnashing her teeth noisily as she happily chewed the processed meat to mushy bits. "Hungry, huh? I know it's a bit late for your usual breakfast time." He stroked the dragon's cheek. The Yellowtail smacked her lips and nudged his hand with her snout for more. Back on the ranch it was always no more than three percent of a dragon's body weight a day, and Kyle had slowly gotten used to estimating how much meat that was for each kind of dragon they had. But here in the apartment, Kyle figured the Yellowtail deserved a bit more than her usual. He fished out another hotdog with a fork and gladly gave it to her, stroking the creature along the cheek affectionately as she ate. Nixi let out a burp. The heavily processed meat tasted a bit strange to her, but the meal was satisfying nonetheless. After checking that there was no more to eat, and after making sure Kyle's own food wasn't worth trying to steal (the bowl of cereal smelled positively boring), the dragon's attention soon turned to the apartment itself. Kyle's living quarters was a curiosity. As a dragon that had spent most of her time out doors or in a stable, the tiny, sparse living area was filled with unusual sights and smells that she had not been able to properly explore when she had first arrived late last night. The most obvious thing was that everything here smelled like Kyle. The carpet smelled like him, the furniture smelled like him. Even the walls and floor smelled of his presence. It was a scent largely undetectable to a human nose, but to Nixi, it was as obvious as the color of the carpet. There was no doubt about it: this place was the human's lair. And if she was sleeping here, that meant it was now her lair as well. And that meant... The morning sun shone through the blinds on the windows, casting warm bars of light across the carpet and walls. Slowly, curiously, the Yellowtail explored her new residence, making her way toward the light. Kyle's eyes followed the dragon; looking amused as he watched her sniff the air, saw her intelligent-looking eyes darting to and fro in naive curiosity. Her claws made audible clicks on the linoleum as she made her way out of the kitchen. Bit by bit her body disappeared from view until only the tip of her yellow, finned tail was poking out from the corner of the kitchen hallway. Kyle ate silently, keeping an eye on the tail tip. When that too, slid out of sight, he cautiously decided to follow, cereal bowl in hand. Kyle's apartment was a compact, humble affair. There was little else beyond the combined kitchen/living room, save for the hallway that led to the tiny bedroom and even tinier bathroom. Nixi turned right, deciding to explore the rest of the main living area. The futon facing the TV was rife with all sorts of odors. Curiously, Nixi jumped up on both forepaws, testing its softness. Finding it agreeable, the dragon climbed up completely, finding the sun soaked cushions slightly warm. The place was comfy, but Yellowtail quickly decided she liked Kyle's bed even more. Nixi buried her snout in the crevices, led by intriguing scents of food crumbs. After taking a few short sniffs, she recoiled suddenly, letting out a huff and a dusty sneeze. "I can already tell there's no way I'm gonna get you to stay off the furniture." The dragon looked back, finding Kyle just behind her. He smiled. Nixi took a step, setting both forepaws on the armrest next to the window. She wormed her scaled snout behind the plastic blinds, causing them to clack and bend noisily. There the dragon squinted, her intelligent, brazen irises contracting to points in the bright morning light. Down below the glass of the third story window lay a strange and confusing maze of concrete paths. Nixi stared, taking in scene of a thousand unfamiliar sights. The view was dominated by a long road. Cars sped to and fro along the black asphalt dividing the land in two. On either side of the road lay wide concrete sidewalks bordered with flowerbeds and patches of grass with small wooden benches. Little red brick buildings were neatly huddled up together on the far side of the street, containing shops and small restaurants of all sorts and types. People were about, walking past the small shops and diners, stopping to talk, riding bikes, walking dogs. Concrete and asphalt and brick were everywhere. Nowhere to be seen was the wide, expansive grasslands, reed-filled ponds, and rustic wooden barn houses that Nixi was familiar with. The place was nothing like the dragon had ever seen before. There was a loud zip as the blinds were raised, and the Yellowtail recoiled in mild surprise at the sound, looking up and back. "You better not be thinking what I think you're thinking," Kyle said, smiling. "There's no way I can let you go out there. Most people wouldn't take too kindly to a dragon in suburbia." The dragon returned her gaze back to the window as Kyle gave her a short rub on the shoulders. \--=-=-- Kyle found a simple enjoyment watching the curious Yellowtail explore his apartment. Nixi seemed to find his bedroom the most interesting. She nosed through the discarded, dirty clothes on the floor from last night, picking up a discarded, smelly shirt in her mouth. Chuckling, Kyle took the shirt from her and tossed it in his dirty clothes hamper where it belonged, slightly afraid to wait and see what the Yellowtail would do with it herself. She jumped up on the bed, delighted once more by its soft springiness, and bounded few times just to feel the rebound. Kyle sat down next to her, but before he had even had time to breathe the dragon jumped right off again, her mind already focused on something new. Curious over a quiet whirring sound that was not noticeable before, she peeked under his computer desk, finding nothing but dust and a lot of wires. Briefly she nudged the back of his desktop computer case, confirming the source of the noise while Kyle watched the dragon in amusement. As Nixi inspected the empty glass on his bedstand, Kyle abruptly swore at himself for nearly forgetting about drinking water for the dragon. He rushed to the kitchen. The cupboard doors flung open with a clack, but Kyle quickly saw there wasn't anything big enough for the dragon to drink from. After taking a moment to think, he took out his other cooking pot and began filling it with water just as he saw Nixi had decided to follow him back to the kitchen. Smiling, he set it on the floor. "Here ya go, Nix." Nixi seemed to not give the water any thought, instead quickly exiting the kitchen once more and causing Kyle to follow. He shrugged, hoping the dragon would drink when she got thirsty. It wasn't until Nixi had made her rounds at least twice before she finally appeared to be done inspecting her surroundings. Kyle had even opened up the coat closet in the hallway for her to explore, but it had become apparent that the dragon had grown bored. Not knowing what to do next, Kyle sat down on the futon with a sigh, watching her aimlessly follow. Seeing him collapse on the futon, Nixi sat down in front of him and stared, as if wanting something. "Well, shoot... I don't know what to do with you, now..." The dragon looked at him plain-faced. Kyle frowned. "I got you fed, you did your business... at least I got the most important stuff out of the way." He shrugged. Finally, Nixi averted her gaze, curiously choosing to simply stare into the carpet. Kyle watched her, He wondering what was going through the dragon's mind. Seeing room for two, Nixi jumped up on the futon as well. She walked over Kyle's lap, causing him jump in surprise and grunt in discomfort from the claws on her feet. Nixi wedged her snout past the blinds once more and gazed outside the widow. She sat down with half of her body on Kyle's lap and watched. He let out a chuckle and patted her on the shoulder of her wings. "Hold on, Nix..." He carefuly encouraged her off the furniture before standing up himself. Kyle's futon was a cheaply made, bright orange eyesore with a black aluminum frame. It was gaudy and out-of-place in the muted colors of the apartment, but he had gotten it for free from a tenant moving out a few months ago, so he could hardly complain. Achy and tired, Kyle felt the urge to stretch out. So with the flip of a few latches, he lowered the backing and folded it into the flat, bed-like configuration, tucked a pillow under his head, and let out a sigh of relaxation. He briefly thought about getting ice to put on his shoulder, but felt too lazy to get back up. He turned his head to the left. There on the coffee table lay his cell phone, the TV remote, a dirty plate and drinking glass, and a couple of old newspapers... and that old, faded, ripped handbook on dragon handling Emily had let him borrow when he first started. Of course, the handbook! Kyle had forgotten all about that thing. It was one of those tasks he kept remembering to get to, but the dense pages of text never could seem to keep his attention His stretched out and carefully reached for the handbook, but his shoulder didn't want to comply, providing him with more pain than it was worth. Sighing, he got up, grabbed the handbook, along with the remote that lay on top of it, and pulled both towards him. Maybe now that he had Nixi to contend with, now would be a good time to flip through a couple pages.... But as his eyes drooped even further, Kyle decided that perhaps later would be a better option. Instead, he grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and set the volume to a little louder than a whisper, idly flipping channels for a bit. Pulling away from the window, Nixi immediately perked up at the flashing lights. She walked in front of the TV, letting out a soft trill in curiosity. Several times she leaned close, bumping her nose to the screen and finding hard glass just in front of the moving shapes. Kyle briefly wondered if she understood what she was seeing. It was there, with Nixi facing away from him and her tail slightly raised in piqued curiosity that Kyle glanced slightly between Nixi's hind legs. For the first time, he briefly considered the convenience of having the dragon alone to himself in the privacy of his own apartment, and chuckled to himself. It was the last thing that ran through his mind before his eyelids grew too heavy to keep open.... \--=-=-- It was true that Kyle had gotten himself in some rather unusual circumstances. He found himself stuck in his apartment with a dragon, yes. But Nixi was no ordinary dragon. She considered the human to be a viable mate. And such a silly thing wasn't just the dragon's opinion... She and Kyle had had sex before. Kyle had never pegged himself for someone to go out and screw a dragon, and to his own defense, the Yellowtail had pretty much started the whole thing by herself. In a testament to the dragon's cunning, Nixi had actually trapped Kyle in her own pen and then nearly ripped his pants in the process of trying to yank them off. Eventually, Kyle found himself on the floor of her pen with the dragon eagerly between his legs, wondering what was going on. While wild, crazy, and downright ridiculous, the dragon was surprisingly satisfying and knew how to entice, which only made him feel more conflicted afterwards. However, Nixi was not a dragon that needed encouragement. When it came to sex, the Yellowtail wouldn't take no for an answer and only got better at getting under his skin (and clothes) every subsequent time, showing a surprising intelligence and aptitude for learning how to push his buttons. While it could be frustrating for himself with the chance of getting caught, Kyle noted that the mischievous Yellowtail seemed to take great enjoyment out of getting him aroused almost like it was nothing but a game. While Kyle wasn't quite sure what the dragon saw in himself, he didn't doubt the Yellowtail had her own reasons. Yellowtails were a female-dominant species, with the males vying for attention and the prospect of a mate. Nixi was the most dominant and assertive female on the ranch, and as such she had free reign over her choices. In truth, precisely one of the reasons Nixi so enjoyed Kyle was that he did not seek her out or beg for attention like every other Yellowtail on the ranch. In fact, getting him to mate had actually been a struggle at first, to which the tenacious Yellowtail took as a delightful challenge. As for human sex, the slower, and much longer pace providing multiple heights of pleasure delighted the dragon. That, along with the more creative ways to elicit pleasure, is how Nixi had grown to find human mating a rather exotic and exciting ordeal. In particular, the dragon quickly became enamored with the dexterousness of human hands. Between all the petting, rubbing, feeling, stroking, probing, and massaging, she enjoyed the wonderful ways they could be used. And so Nixi came back for more. Eventually, Kyle decided that it would be hard to blame himself when the dragon was so obviously coming to him every time. But he still struggled with the sense of taboo over the whole situation, and never in a million years would think to tell anyone about it. Only his co-workers Ethan and Rachel knew for sure, and both of them finding out had been an awkward situation to say the least. However, he took comfort in hearing from both that what was going on with Nixi was not unheard of enough for dragons in captivity. But as for his cousin Emily... Kyle was convinced the less she knew, the better. There had been a number of uncomfortable times and close calls on the ranch, and Kyle even berated himself for taking things out of hand at times... but when it came down to it, every time he had the Yellowtail ready, willing, and eager... Well, Kyle found it hard to argue. It was true that Kyle had grown rather attached to the dragon over the past months, finding her antics (both sexual or not) amusing and enjoyable. He was advised against bonding too much with the dragons by Emily multiple times, if only due to the fact that they were destined to be sold. Emily's ranch was a buyer's ranch: a place to pick out a dragon once they had been trained, broken in, and ready to ride (if the species was large enough to permit it, that is!). The fact that the Yellowtail was with him at the time was nearly a miracle in its self. The previous night, a breeder had come looking to increase his stock. Nixi was written to be sold. However, the Yellowtail had somehow managed to escape her fate during a chaotic fiasco involving an out-of-control Spiketail named Mitka. In the Spiketail's rampage, Kyle ended up with a concussion and a partially dislocated shoulder that guaranteed him some time off work. As for Nixi... ....while everyone had assumed Nixi had flown away in fright, the panicked dragon was grounded with an injured wing. Instead, she headed for the nearest familiar hiding spot: the trailer of Kyle's truck. She had been there before... in fact, just a few hours previously he had taken the Yellowtail for a joyride, and considered it a safe place. Afterward, Emily had driven an injured Kyle home before returning to her ranch, neither realizing that under the tarp stretched over the trailer, a scared Yellowtail was hiding. Kyle had no idea how to explain the turn of events without looking suspicious. So instead, he decided to keep the whole thing quiet and surreptitiously return the dragon in due time. That was his intended plan, at any rate... \--=-=-- Kyle awoke with a sputter as a dragon snout nudged his face. Startled, he sat up and immediately sending a spike of pain through his shoulder. Kyle swore and groaned, getting up more carefully this time. Kyle had no idea how long he had been asleep, but it had only seemed like a few minutes. A glance at the clock revealed the numbers "10:24 am" flashing dimly, confirming it had been much longer than that. About a few hours, give or take. "Gosh, Nix.... What do you want?" He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. And then with a moment of realization, his mind snapped to attention. He had been asleep with Nixi having full reign over the house. Kyle immediately look around in a panic. The TV was still on, and thankfully not broken. All the doors down the hallway were still closed. Good. The empty pizza box that used to be on the counter was now on the living room floor, chewed and ripped to shreds. Kyle frowned. A couple of other random objects were also now on the floor.... The dragon rancher's handbook was at his feet, the remote somehow was next to the front door.... All of the sudden Kyle realized he was missing a sock. He leaned over the futon, finding it on the floor next to the legpost. How the heck did that happen? Why? The dragon, seeing Kyle awake, closed in. With a playful trill, she wedged Kyle's legs open with her snout and leaned into his crotch, giving the area a lick along his zipper and looking up for a reaction. Kyle found a smile forming on his face, and gave the dragon a stroke along the snout. "What are you up to, Nix?" Getting in closer, Nixi nosed under Kyle's shirt a bit, looking for the top of his jeans. When she found them, the dragon latched on with her teeth firmly and yanked back with a growl, demanding the clothes to come off. Unfortunately for the Yellowtail, though, the jeans remained securely buttoned, and after a moment the dragon gave up with an annoyed huff, her mind working on how to get Kyle to do the deed for her. She put her paws on Kyle's open thighs and leaned up to give another lick across Kyle's chin, letting out a terse churr. Her webbed tail swayed, slapping against the coffee table with a loud thunk. He cradled the dragon's head in his hands and rubbed her scaled cheeks. "Sheesh, you wake me up just because you're horny?" Nixi fidgeted and squirmed out of his grasp, instead ducking down again to nudge and nibble at the denim covering his crotch with her snout. The dragon must be bored, he mused. He couldn't blame her. It was a small apartment, and she had nothing to entertain herself, no toys or other dragons... Kyle felt a chuckle escape his lips. "I'll take that as a yes. Maybe we can-" And then, at the very worst possible moment, Kyle heard a tinny rendition of the Fraggle Rock theme song blasting from the coffee table. He swore under his breath. That was his phone. Abruptly, Kyle pushed the dragon away, causing Nixi to let out an unhappy yowl as he reached for his phone. But before he made it, the feisty Yellowtail decided to suddenly half-way jump onto his lap, causing Kyle to let out a gasp of surprise. She leaned her body into him, forcing Kyle to grasp at air, his phone only an inch out of reach. "Woah, Nix! Hold on!" he gasped. "Not right now!" The dragon did not listen, instead letting out a playful growl as she licked across his face. Two forepaws were on his thighs, gripping tightly, and Nixi began to climb up onto the futon further, slowly crawling on top of him. She was searching to line up her hips with his own, but Kyle's hand immediately slapped down on the Yellowtail's back, preventing her from laying on him completely. Nixi struggled at first, but then abruptly gave up for now, deciding she was content with lying on him only halfway, with her chest lying on his stomach. "Oh come on!" he complained. "Not while the phone's ringing!" Grimacing in pain, Kyle kept the dragon in place with his good arm while he stretched with his bad arm to try and grab his phone. Kyle winced as he glanced at the name of the caller. It was Emily. Great... exactly the last person he wanted to talk to while Nixi was starting to get frisky. "Oh gosh, oh gosh..." he mumbled. "Just stay quiet, Nix. I gotta take this call." The dragon cocked her head as Kyle brought the phone to his ear. Kyle cleared his throat. "Oh... hey... hey, Emmie." "Kyle!" Emily's voice gushed through the tiny phone speaker. "Hey! I wanted to wait until later in the day so you had a chance to wake up!" Kyle glanced at the clock on his cable box again. Looks like Emily had called at 10:30, right on the dot. Of course, always the punctual one in her family. Emily had probably been up since the crack of dawn, so past 10 AM probably was like mid-day to her. At any rate, it was later than when she usually called, so that counted for something at least. Kyle let out a grunt from the dragon on his stomach smacked his chest with a playful paw in an attempt to get his attention. He gave her an angry glare. "Urf, yeah... I'm up. Not completely, but I'm up." Kyle tried to turn away from the dragon and held the phone close to his ear. Nixi quickly saw the phone as a distraction of some sort, so she batted at it and tried to knock it out of his hand. The two quickly began a silent game of keep away, with Nixi delighted at the game and Kyle completely flustered over the whole ordeal. What annoyed him the most was knowing that the dragon was very capable of being a lot more patient if she wanted to. It was almost as if she was deliberately choosing to be a nuisance instead. ... a very tempting nuisance, but a nuisance nonetheless! "Yeah, so how's your shoulder?" Emily asked. "Are you doing okay? I wanted to check up on you, make sure you're hanging in there after the accident." The accident. Of course. Kyle shielded the phone from the dragon with his hands and closed his eyes to get his mind off the Yellowtail on his stomach. "I'm fine," he said, dismissing her, but then chose to be a bit more frank. "Well, I'm in a lot of pain still. It's hard to stay asleep. But I'm managing, Emmie... it's not bad. Just need a few days off, that's all." Kyle could almost imagine his cousin's reaction: she tended to suck on her cheek when she heard unpleasant news. Sure enough, Kyle heard a loud lip smack when she opened her mouth to talk again. "So are you okay? Do you need anything? If you need a trip to the clinic, I have no problem covering the bill. Honestly. Don't feel like you need to-" "I, no, that's okay, Em."Kyle interrupted. "I, uh..." Kyle's train of thought got lost as the dragon leaned forward to lick at his chin. Her paws were grasping at his shirt wantonly, and Kyle could see the Yellowtail's hips moving in provocative ways. It was more than enough to distract him. "I'm ... Well, I have some left-over vicodin lying around, so I'm rationing that. I... Stuff tends to leave me really groggy, but I'm doing really good on it." The Yellowtail's tongue found his chin. She began to explore his skin with slow licks. Kyle, feeling his budding frustration grow, let out a grumble. Kyle felt a sordid rush of guilt well up inside of him as he decided to fish for a little information. "So, um... have you heard or seen of the missing dragon, yet?" He pushed away that missing dragon's snout from his chin as Emily replied. "No hide nor hair of her yet, but I'm sure she's not far. Nixi's a good girl who knows where her food is; she'll come back eventually. And if worse comes to worse, we'll have to go out and search for her." Kyle fought hard to stop himself from letting out a sarcastic comment about the dragon being a good girl when she was currently trying her best to be a very bad one. The Yellowtail sat up, deciding to turn around, providing a brief respite. The important thing was he learned that no one was worried about Nixi's absence quite yet. That brought about a rush of relief. That meant he had plenty of time to get her back. "Well, that's good, I guess," he replied. "Yeah, no biggie, hopefully. Though I'm starting to worry she might be hiding because she's hurt." Kyle frowned. "Yeah... Its just that-Oof!" Kyle's eyes bugged out as Nixi sat down on his chest, her haunches facing him. Instantly, she scooted back, playfully sticking her feminine parts in his face, making her desires clear. "Kyle?" Kyle struggled to keep the dragon crotch off his face as best he could as he cradled the phone against his good shoulder. "I... I'm fine, Emmie." He stammered, his voice flustered and strained as he pushed against Nixi's butt with his forearm. "I just tweaked my shoulder a bit, that's all..." The dragon was adamant. Her feminine parts were only an inch away and threatening to mash his face. The scent of female dragon teased his nose. He groaned and strained trying to keep the Yellowtail butt at bay. Then, in a moment of eureka, Kyle lifted a leg up, slid his foot behind her horns and pushed. With her head caught by Kyle's foot, the rest of Nixi's body was quickly forced off of him with an unhappy grunt, and Kyle, letting out a sigh of satisfaction, turned his attention back to the phone. "Yeah, sorry, Emmie..." he glared at the Yellowtail, mouthing a silent, angry "No!" as she laid down between his legs, this time face-to-face. Nixi looked nothing but amused as she ignored him, slowly crawling forward again. He tried to get up, but at that moment, he really did tweak his shoulder, causing him to flinch and gasp in pain. "Gosh... I'm in a lot of pain..." Kyle breathed, trying to squeeze his legs shut between the dragon to stop her from moving. It worked... for the moment. "Kyle, you're okay yourself, right? You don't need anything?" Emily asked, sounding worried. The dragon nipping at his arm added to his frustration. "Gosh, Emily, you're starting to act like mom!" he complained, immediately regretting letting his annoyance over the Yellowtail come out in the tone of his voice. He put his palm on Nixi's snout and sternly kept her tongue at bay. Not to be out-done, the dragon grabbed hold of his wrist with both paws and began to slowly lick at his fingers, staring at him with an expression that couldn't be mistaken for amorousness. Slowly, she shifted her hips over one of his prostrate legs and sat down on it, grinding on him slowly. "Oh gosh, you're right!" Emily apologetically gushed. "I'm sorry... It's just. Look, we're all really worried about you here on the ranch. Especially me, because it was my dragon, and-" "But that doesn't mean it was your fault." Kyle retorted, his eyes fixated as he watched the yellowtail on top of him begin to nibble and mouth at his index finger, the dragon having always found Kyle's hands to be a very appealing part of the human body. He couldn't bring himself to get her to stop her anymore; he was transfixed. Nixi felt his heart thumping in his chest from the anxiety of the situation. She took it as a sign of arousal, which encouraged her to explore his hand even more. "I know, Kyle! I-" Nixi suddenly let out a loud, playful growl as she slid her thick, draconic tongue between his fingers, causing Kyle to quickly pull the phone away from the dragon as possible so her noises wouldn't be picked up by the phone. The fast motion of his arm tweaked his shoulder in the process, causing him to cry out and drop the phone as a spike of pain wracked his sore joint. "Nixi! No!" he hissed, and shushed her, but the dragon ignored him, brazenly keeping eye contact in a show of defiance. He tried to pull his hand away, but the dragon tightened the grip of her clawed toes around his wrist. They fought and wrestled a bit, but as Kyle pulled his hand to his chest, he only succeeding in encouraging Nixi to follow it, climbing on top of his prostrate body even more. He watched the dragon's tail excitedly thump against the back of the futon and swore, knowing it would be difficult to push her off with his shoulder in its current state. Kyle groaned in pain as he slowly, carefully reached down and picked up the phone off the carpet with his weak arm. Surprisingly, he found Emily still talking, as if nothing had happened at all. "-So it's not just about you, it's about my standards as a dragon keeper and the standards I have for my dragons, too. Any accident on the ranch is my responsibility, after all, and-" "Hey, Emmie..." Kyle gasped, interrupting her. "Can I...." Kyle's eyes bugged out of his skull as he watched Nixi, slowly and deliberately, opened her jaws and take his wet, saliva-covered finger into her mouth. She closed her maw around the digit and began to fellate it as she would do to another part of his body. Kyle swallowed and let out a whistling breath as his chest tightened even more. The dragon was surprisingly keen on trying to entice Kyle, working his finger with her tongue using a practiced technique as she stared into his eyes with a knowing glare. The expanding in his pants was beginning to feel painful, and Nixi felt the quickly-growing bulge on her belly scales, instantly telling the dragon she was making all the right moves, encouraging her even more. "... Can I call you back later?" Kyle squeaked, his voice sounding suddenly shaky. Part of him was grateful the dragon wasn't just trying to pull his pants off and mount him like she usually did, but on the other hand, seeing her be so teasing for a change made her that much harder to resist. Such a behavior seemed unexpected for a dragon, but if anything, Nixi seemed to delight in every second of it, never letting her eyes off his contorted, conflicted expression as she slowly suckled his index finger down to the knuckle. "Yeah, sure... is everything okay? Are your painkillers starting to wear off?" Emily asked. Kyle felt his cheeks had flushed red as he watched the Yellowtail slowly bob her head on his finger. The wanton look she gave was practically unbearable. She had given him that look before, when her mouth was filled with a different body part of his.... "Yeah, you could say..." Kyle swallowed thickly as he tried to relieve the pressure in his pants. "I'm sorta feeling very, very uncomfortable right now..." Deciding she was done with his finger, Nixi removed the digit from her mouth and leaned close, getting into his face and giving him a lick on the neck. It was long, slow, and lingering act... one deliberately meant to arouse. Feeling a sudden rush of excitement come to him, Kyle tried desperately to not make a sound as he sucked in a sudden breath. He tried to push the Yellowtail's face away, but she let out a draconic yowl of protest and squirmed out of his grasp, trying to get more licks in whenever she could. "What was that noise?" Emily asked, the sudden confusion quite obvious in her tone of voice. Kyle instantly knew she had heard something that was very, very impossible. His mind went reeling. "I... uh..." Nixi latched on to his free ear and began to nibble on it, churring softly into his ear canal. Kyle felt a hot exhale from her nostrils blow into his ear and stifled a groan. "Mf... That was... just the TV." "Ah, I see..." There was a short period of silence that Kyle felt extraordinarily awkward with. Abruptly, he cleared his throat. "Listen, I'll call you later, Emmie. Gotta go!" Without waiting for his cousin to reply, Kyle mashed his thumb on the "end call" button and threw his phone on the ground, then suddenly turned his attention back to the Yellowtail on his chest. "You damn dragon!" he cried out in a mixture of frustration and laughter, suddenly taking Nixi in both arms. Seeing she had finally gotten his full attention, the antsy Yellowtail let out a triumphant warble as she began to scoot up on his body. Lining her hips up with his own, she pressed in provocatively against the stiff bulge in his pants, letting out a growl. In that one moment Kyle thought the dragon looked positively gleeful. "I hate you," he laughed, bringing his hands up to stroke her cheek. "How come you gotta be so.... darn... annoying-ah!" Kyle paused as another long, wet ply of her tongue lathed across his neck, sending a chill down his spine. "...so darn hard to ignore, too," he mumbled. His hand ran down her scaled chest, running over the bumps and furrows of her armored hide, then quickly snaked into his jeans and finally relieved himself of the painful pressure by pulling his growing erection up to rest against his stomach. "There..." he breathed, letting out a sigh of relief. Nixi looked amused at the odd behavior. The dragon bent down to lick across his cheeks and neck, churring softly. She seemed anxious and aroused, likely having gotten her own self worked up in the process of her little "game". He felt Nixi try to get up, but he held the dragon there for a while, not wanting to rush. The two lay on the futon for a moment, enjoying the simple feeling of another body to rock against, with Kyle giving the dragon affectionate rubs across her snout and cheeks. "Man..." he muttered, a smile drawing across his face. "Feels so much easier to try this in the privacy of my own apartment for once..." He could not keep her for much longer. Abruptly, the dragon sat up and scooted back, nipping at his shirt and pulling on it with a terse growl. "Alright, alright..." Kyle sat up with a painful groan. "Just don't rip another one of my shirts." Carefully, Kyle did his best to pull the t-shirt off. His shoulder felt horribly stiff and painful as he lifted his arm up to his head. His socket gave the feeling like it could pop out again at any moment. His careful pace was too slow for Nixi, however, but as the dragon still had not quite figured out how to remove Kyle's clothes herself, she instead did her best to encourage. Playfully, her head disappeared under the shirt as she nosed underneath and began licking across his chest and stomach, getting Kyle to laugh. When he finally managed to slide the thing over his head and off his arms, it was there that the dragon noticed the discolored bruises on his shoulder, courtesy of the bony lumps on Mitka's tail that had forcefully stuck him. In seeing the bruises, Nixi at once was reminded of her own injuries from the night before: her wings ached when she flapped or stretched, and the gash along her flank stung at the touch. "Try to go easy on my shoulder, girl," he said, giving the dragon a pat on her snout. Pausing, she bent close to sniff, then gave the biggest bruise the tiniest of licks before pulling away, causing Kyle to smile. With only the jeans to contend with now, Nixi bent down and gave them another tug, eager to get the things off. She watched carefully as Kyle un-buttoned and un-zipped, paying attention to his hands and seeing what they did. The recognizable sound of the zipper was her clue that the pants were finally free to come off. After hearing the noise, she latched on to the denim with a growl and yanked hard. With the Yellowtail's help, Kyle was able to remove the rest of his clothing quite easily. Pleased to have her mate in the nude, she stepped over him, jealously eyeing the erection that was already waiting for her. She lifted a paw and placed it down on his cock, pressing it against his belly with an eager churr. His hands moved down to her flanks, but as his fingers brushed over the gash on her shoulder, a sudden, terse growl caused him to jerk away. "Oops, sorry," he said, giving her snout a brisk rub. "I forgot we're both kinda beat up after last night...." He gave an apologetic smile. The dragon held eye contact as she slowly kneaded and worked Kyle's cock with her paw, flexing her toes liberally on his rigid shaft. Kyle let out a sigh of pleasure and continued to stroke the dragon's neck and chin, eager to encourage her to continue. He was in no rush. Kyle briefly fantasized about the dragon learning how to grasp and stroke him like a human would.... For a moment imagining himself lying back and relaxing while she stroked him off. But the paw left his groin, and Kyle found himself wanting. Nixi let out a long growl as she slowly began to climb over him, causing him to suck in an excited breath. Kyle was beyond the stage of the dragon's growling scaring him: he had come to recognize the difference between the quiet, low, and humming from arousal and the more aggressive, high-energy growl that usually came due to anger. Saying nothing, Kyle's hands found the dragon's flanks, and he held the Yellowtail gently as she stepped over him. "Time to get on with the show, eh?" he mused. As if silently agreeing, Nixi sat down on the erection pressed against Kyle's stomach. A pleasured hiss escaped her lips as the dragon felt bare cock press against her scaled slit. The smooth, furrowed scutes of her underbelly rubbed against the underside of Kyle's shaft as Nixi slowly bucked, providing a unique and exotic sensation on his skin. Nixi stared at Kyle with what could be counted as a grin, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she dry-humped against him, feeling thrilled to have that human's enticing, masculine organ between her legs at last. "Mf." Kyle grunted from the pressure on his shaft. He then let out a long sigh and relaxed his head on the futon, in no hurry to take things further. "Man..." Kyle let out a short chuckle as the dragon continued to buck. "I feel a lot more comfortable without having anybody wondering where I am and why your pen is suddenly locked." The humor was lost on the dragon, but the heated mood was not as she delightfully found Kyle starting to grind his hips back into her own. Her bucking gradually started to increase in power, the dragon quickly working herself up. She began to pant softly through her teeth, becoming focused on grinding that sensitive little nub of hers along her human's shaft. Kyle gasped at the sensation, feeling every exotic bump and furrow of her waxy scales on his shaft as she rocked her slit back and forth on his cock. Eventually, her hips took to a new motion, as Nixi focused more on the tip of his cock. She tried leaning into it, trying to get it to slide into her, all while licking at Kyle's chest impatiently. She was ready. The Yellowtail put her forepaws firmly on Kyle's chest, avoiding the bruises on his shoulder. She waited expectantly, hips positioned over his cock as Kyle took his shaft in hand and drew it over the cleft in Nixi's scales. He felt his tip smear with the warm fluids that had accumulated along the dragon's slit lips. Parting the scales that guarded her entrance, he found the spot where he could slide in deeper and his hips arched up on reflex, slipping the tip in. Kyle's breath was snatched from him as Nixi lowered herself on his cock, the dragon letting out a long hiss of satisfaction. She wasted no time letting him sink in deeper. Kyle watched as inch after inch disappeared of his own member between the dragon's hind legs. Feeling himself slip inside of her and having Yellowtail's bulk against his own body sent his mind in a daze, and Kyle wrapped his hands around the dragon's scaled waist, eager to continue. Nixi eagerly took him to the hilt and rested her haunches on him. She felt satisfied in seeing her mate under her feet, fully claimed for her use. In a tease, Nixi constricted her muscular passage around him tightly, eager to see Kyle's reaction as he gasped and flinched in pleasure. Seeing Kyle under her gave the dragon a sense of satisfaction, and the Yellowtail decided to tease for a while. She kept her hips on his and leaned in close to his face, planting licks across his neck and face, leaving Kyle stuck inside her to the hilt. Kyle let out a hum of pleasure and adjusted his laying position. But when he began to slowly thrust into her, the dragon let out a terse growl and nipped his nose. "Hey!" Kyle flinched and rubbed his nose, not expecting that at all. He stared at the dragon still quietly seated on his cock, perplexed at her behavior. She watched his face, sitting completely still. Unsure, Kyle tried again, but doing so only produced another growl out of the Yellowtail. Her claws tightened on his skin. "What, you wanna do it yourself, then?" He shrugged with his eyebrows. "Sure, go ahead." Kyle relaxed, expecting the dragon to begin rocking against him, but Nixi was a statue. The only motion was coming from the expansion of her rib cage with every breath. He waited for what seemed like several minutes, still buried to the base inside of her. The Yellowtail kept her amber eyes fixated on him, her expression bearing a suspicious look that Kyle knew very well. He frowned. "Nix, wha-" The tiniest bit of movement out of his hips earned Kyle a paw to the face and another growl. Sputtering, he grabbed her leg by the wrist and pulled it away. "Oh... stop it," he laughed, setting her paw next to his shoulder. "Quit pretending like you aren't every bit as eager as I am." Wrapping his hands securely around her, he began to work the dragon slowly, thrusting at a slow pace. Upset at losing control of her game, Nixi pretended to object with a yowl and struggled in his arms, flapping her wings in protest. But as Kyle suspected, her show of annoyance was only superficial, and it wasn't long before the dragon suddenly gave up on her act and relaxed in his arms, having decided to accept the steady motion of Kyle's hips. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and less than a minute later, let out a jubilant trill as she let Kyle thrust into her. Kyle laughed at how quickly she appeared to switch gears and take to the current turn of events. "You're such a ridiculous dragon," he chuckled, giving her a scratch across her scaly chest. Looking down at him, Nixi let out an affectionate coo in response. Right after, Kyle closed his eyes, his mind's attention quickly getting focused on the draconic vagina currently around his cock. Nixi always seemed to be an incredible fit. The dragon felt sweetly snug around his girth, and her passage had an agreeable, silky texture to it that seemed to never have an end. The dragon liked to squeeze around him, often doing so with an enthusiastic growl or churr, and every time he felt a set of powerful muscles tightening around him unique, enticing ways. She also gave off ample lubrication when aroused, always providing a sensual, agreeable slickness that tended to leak around her entrance. The Yellowtail bent her neck down and looked at Kyle face-to-face, enthralled with their love-making session. Churring softly, she began to nip and nibble along his face, starting with his lips and cheeks. Long ago Kyle would have been uncomfortable with Nixi's sharp-toothed, fire-breathing mouth so close to him, but by now, he took her proximity as a sign of trust. Kyle turned into her, getting a few kisses in, to which the dragon allowed. He looked up at the dragon, his face locked into a goofy smile, and chuckled. "What do you think, Nix? Better than at the ranch? More privacy, at the very least." Nixi was too busy enjoying the moment to respond much. The Yellowtail was hunched over him, thick, draconic tail resting listlessly between the human's legs as she focused on the piston-like motion of the human's cock. Nixi loved this position, and it wasn't just for the satisfaction of sitting on top of her mate. Mating in this way gave the dragon the opportunity to explore Kyle's cock rubbing against all the most delectable spots inside of her vent. Kyle noticed how often she seemed to arch and angle her hips, getting his shaft to hit all sorts of areas until she found one she liked the most. Each little nudge and quiver quickly riled the dragon up. It wasn't much longer before Nixi found an agreeable spot. Letting out a loud huff through her nostrils, she planted her forpaws firmly on his chest as she began a steady, circular motion of her hips. Kyle instantly groaned, already in love with both watching and feeling her sinuous, serpentine hip roll. He held on to Nixi's scaled waist and thrust slowly, letting the dragon work at her own pace as he got lost on the warm, snug sliding around his cock. He took to stroking her flanks with one hand. Nixi quickly reached her zone as she grinded that sensitive spot inside of her vent against Kyle's cock, milking the pleasure for all it was worth. The dragon's eyes shut tight as she slowly increased in pace and fervor until Kyle felt his whole body rocking against the futon cushions. Impassioned, she took to biting gently along Kyle's neck, growling into his chin as she continued to buck and grind. She flexed her tail down, using the leverage and powerful muscles to help lift her body on every bounce to take the workload off her hind legs. "Nixi-" Kyle gasped, feeling at a loss for what to do except to hang on. The dragon bounced wildly on his cock, her hips slamming into him at a rough pace, her head and neck swaying slightly. Nixi had lost all pretense of where she was at the moment, her mind focused solely on the wonderful cock gliding deep inside of her, the set of human hands on her hips, and the warmth and softness of a scale-less body. She continued on at the delirious pace for several minutes, keen on getting out a big climax. Kyle watched her, his eyes wide and mouth slightly parted, as the dragon drove her hips on his cock in a mindless rapture. After a few minutes, her tiny churrs and grunts began to chance noticeably and her body began to tense in preparation of a big finish. And then, all at once, the dragon let out as her orgasm overtook her. Her rocking slowed down suddenly, her hips slamming down on Kyle as she mindlessly tried to guide him deeper. He gasped as her internal vent began to convulse and constrict around him. Nixi threw her head back and let out a long, low growl. Her fluttering wings seemed to wantonly grasp at the very air around her. Her tail moved on its own, spastically slapping against the futon cushions with soft thumps. All the while the dragon was in ecstasy as she rode Kyle's cock through her orgasm. Kyle added his own thrusts, eager to see her through. He knew the dragon tended to have an appetite, and wouldn't hesitate for more. Nixi collapsed on his chest, temporarily dazed. Kyle saw his opportunity. At once he grabbed the dragon by her tail base, lifted her rear up, and used his legs for leverage as he began to heavily thrust into her. Nixi's eyes bugged out of her skull, not expecting the turn of events at all. She tensed up, claws tightening against Kyle's chest, and let out a yowl of surprise and pleasure. "Almost... there..." Kyle whispered, his face already locked in concentration. He held onto the dragon, squeezing her tightly, his one hand securely grasping her tailbase. Nixi did not like to be held down, but the dragon was far too gone to care. After a big climax with a lot of grinding and legwork, the dragon was unable to do much of anything but relax and bask in the pleasure of being taken. Unable to concentrate, her hind legs found themselves no longer able to push, and she stretched them out behind her instead so that she was fully lying down on top of Kyle's chest. She let out quiet coos and grunts as Kyle slammed his hips into her backside. Her clit rubbed against his cockbase on every push, sending delightful pulses of pleasure across her body, already feeling another orgasm build up. It wasn't much longer before Kyle felt a pressure welling up inside his groin signaling an impending climax. He didn't hold back, the lengthy hump session so far being more than enough to satisfy. He felt the pressure building, and then, with a loud groan, he slammed Nixi's rump down as he thrust inward, causing the dragon to shudder as he came deep inside. He felt the Yellowtail's vent come to life with a pulsing rythym of contractions. He heard Nixi growl once more as she felt his shaft thicken and throb, being eager to feel the release of his seed inside of her. Their combined fluids mingled, and Nixi, her face locked in concentration, felt the excess began to leak out. She rocked back into him mindlessly, both human and dragon's hips flinched and twitched as Kyle gave the dragon his last few thusts. And then, for a while, as the commotion slowly died down, the grunts, growls, and groans coming to silence, nothing could be heard except for the sounds of a dragon and human breathing hard. Feeling the tension leave his body, Kyle let out a huge sigh and kicked his feet out, swearing to himself. The dragon on his chest felt limp and anemic. He felt her racing heartbeat through her armored chest scales. He lay there for a moment, trying to find his breath. "Damn, Nix.... Seems like you've had a lot of energy pent up..." he gasped. Slowly, the dragon lifted herself up to a sitting position, looking at Kyle face-to-face. Nixi was panting hard, her tongue lazily hanging out of her mouth. But the look in her eyes was that of glee. With a lift and shake of her hips, she pulled out of him, and Kyle felt cool air pour over his wet shaft. Kyle gave her a rub on the snout, happy to see her satisfied. "Sorry about that last part... I find it hard to finish if I'm not doing the thrusting myself." He chuckled, knowing the dragon probably didn't mind regardless. He was moments away from guiding Yellowtail back down on his chest, thinking maybe she would like to stay, or perhaps lick his shaft clean like she usually did, but Nixi, as if suddenly remembering something, instead jumped off of him in a flourish. "Hey..." Kyle raised an eyebrow. Panting still, Nixi jumped off the futon, pausing quickly to stretch her legs and tail, and then headed straight for the kitchen. Seconds later, Kyle heard the sound of water sloshing. "Ah..." he mumbled with a knowing smile, priding himself on remembering to set that water out earlier for the dragon to drink. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this whole caring-for-a-dragon thing after all! Kyle sat up, and for the first time in what seemed like a long time, a painful spasm in his shoulder reminded him once again of his injuries. He seethed and grabbed his arm. Must have been distracted enough to not notice it as much during the sex, he thought. Slowly, he sat up in the nude, taking time to stretch himself. He glanced at the clock. Still plenty of time left in the day. Who knows what else what would happen. He still had to get the dragon in the bath, clean her wounds, take her outside for bathroom time, or maybe try and see if he could get her to use the toilet.... And then with a moment of realization, he frowned, and added dinner to his mental list. There weren't enough hotdogs left for Nixi to have another meal. That meant Kyle had to make a trip to the convenience store and get back-all without Nixi getting into any trouble while he was gone! Something told him that such a feat would be harder than it sounded... But dinner was something he'd have to tackle later. Letting out a satisfied sigh, Kyle wiped the thoughts from his mind as he bent down to pick his clothes up. And in that moment, his eyes wandered, and he let out a swear. There was a collection of wet spots on his futon now, courtesy of a certain horny Yellowtail. "Oh gosh, Nixi!" he gasped in dismay. In a flash he ran to the bathroom, coming back with a spraybottle of cleaning fluid and a towel. There was no way he could have his futon end up smelling like THAT! Nixi reappeared from the kitchen, lapping her chops and looking satisfied with a belly full of water. She came back just in time, curious to see Kyle frantically pouring water over his futon and blotting it up with a towel. He glanced over at her, mildly flustered. "Next time, I'm putting down sheets first!" The Yellowtail cocked her head in confusion. TO BE CONTINUED *Post-story notes:* *\~ Lol, simultaneous orgasms. Always in fiction. Always. It's so cheesy, but it's also appealing, so it finds its way in the story anyway, lol.* *\~HOLY CRAP, look at all that fucking plot I put in! It's almost like.... The story could be clean! :o "Say it aint so, Ausfer!" I know, I know.... I'm a horrible porn writer, including all this "clean" crap and stuff...* *\~I enjoyed this chapter. Back on Dragon Ranch, Nixi was mostly reacting to Kyle in a relatively isolated environment (unless Relia was involved).* *But for the first time you, the readers, get to see Nixi react to a lot of of different things, which gives you a great chance to see Nixi's personality in many situations.* *\~I have so many ideas for Kyle and Nixi adventures.... There was TON I didn't include just in this chapter, including several sex scenes! However, im not sure what story I should continue next. I do have a lot of ideas for new stories as well! I'm not sure what to work on next....* *\~How long is Kyle going to keep Nixi in his apartment? The answer is... "as long as I can stand to write it." Or I guess.... If anyone commissions me for a sequel, it will go even longer than that, lol.* *\~Dragon Ranch tends to cover a lot of gray areas on the furry-zoo spectrum. And while I have my opinions, I try to not get too preachy with the morals behind dragonfucking, here. Well, yeah, I tend to hint she's way smarter than the average animal, and it's clear she can consent in my opinion. However, the reader is encouraged to draw their own conclusion as to exactly how intelligent Nixi is. Certainly, her inability to speak makes it harder to look at her in human terms, there's other things she does that make her seem quite intelligent.* *\~For those of you wondering.... the infamous feminine toy, the Infiltrator, is still in a ripped bookbag that Kyle left in his truck.* *\~Narse commissioned this story. He wanted a sequel to Dragon Ranch, so thank him if you enjoyed it* *\~Fuck SoFurry for screwing up the formatting when I copy and paste.*

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Title: Howl Ch. 02 Tags: werewolf erotica, werewolf romance, supernatural romance, supernatural sex, supernatural erotica, werewolf sex The four men made their way downstairs. Ruaraidh in front, Faolán closely behind him, with Cahal and Calan bringing up the rear. They were four men on a mission it seemed, making a beeline to the booth housing the four exotic ladies. All four knew their appearance and status. They knew that they were good looking and they also used it to their advantage. "How is everyone enjoying the club tonight?" Faolán asked, stepping in front of his Alpha to question the women. "We are having a wonderful time," Mona replied, accustomed to being the spokesperson of her friends. "I suppose we have you all to thank for the free drinks." With that she tilted her head and sipped on her Long Island. "We are pleased to hear that," Ruaraidh continued, taking in each females' appearance at a closer range. In his inspection he found that they all where more attractive up close. Especially the one he had been eyeing earlier. Being this close to her made is skin tingle and his senses more alert. She did not notice his heavy perusal over her figure because she was busy with her phone. With his sense heightened, he could also sense the nervousness and innocence rolling in tangible waves off of the tall exotic one and motioned Faolán closer. "Do not toy with that one, she seems most fragile." Faolán nodded his head and stepped back. Ruaraidh knew him too well. He had planned on cornering the beauty, so that he could get more acquainted with her. He just shrugged, mentally categorizing all the bitches that would be eager for him to slake his lust into that night. Joie was finishing her text to her man when she looked up at the foursome to comment. "We really appreciate the drinks and the warm welcome from you gentlemen. I'm guessing this was done in hopes of motivating us to come again." Joie stated boldly, about to continue, only to have Calan step forward and lean toward her over the table. "And what is your name, angel?" Alexis and Mona giggled, knowing that Joie hated flirts and pet names even more. Joie leaned forward in her seat to look directly into Calan's eyes to say. "My name is MRS. Carlos Ferrera." She then leaned back into the booth to put her elbows on the table and play with her wedding ring; all the while staring directly into Calan's face. Chiara was texting her sister and mother throughout the entire affair with news of her relationship with Jerome, but her ears perked at Joie's raised voice. She interjected a small 'roar', with her hand forming a small claw before continuing her text. Ruaraidh, Faolán, and Cahal chuckled at Calan's expense, knowing that only a few moments ago he had stated that he didn't care for Joie's status and that he'd have her. They didn't doubt him because they knew how intensely their friend operated. They were only humored that a female didn't fall immediately for his charms as they have done in the past. If Calan wished to pursue this one, he'd have to think outside his usual tactic. "Mrs. Carlos Ferrera, it is nice to meet you," Cahal said finally speaking up. "My name is Cahal," He gestured to his right. "This is my brother Calan." "I am Faolán and this is the owner Ruaraidh." "Those are interesting names, Scottish I presume?" Mona asked. "They are actually Gaelic. An ancient language that very few speak," Ruaraidh replied, not really going into detail. "That's interesting. My name is Mona. To my left is Lexi," Alexis waved. "She's shy. On my far right is Chiara. She's usually not this rude," Indicating Chiara's texting. "And of course you know Mrs. Carlos Ferrera." "Well met ladies, we shall take our leave," Ruaraidh nodded, heading toward the exit. "Enjoy yourself ladies. We, unfortunately, have to depart." Faolán said before following. Cahal waved while Calan nodded before leaving the table. Once out of earshot, Alexis let out a large sigh. "I think I just peed my pants!" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Did you see how hot they were Chi Chi," Alexis asked fanning herself. They were at home in their apartment. "Ugh, I think I almost had an orgasm smelling Faolán's cologne." "Why didn't you say anything to him? Ask for his number? You know, show that you're interested." Chiara said from the couch. She had already changed out of her clothes into a cute comfortable nightset. "I don't know girl. My nerves get the best of me sometimes," She had on an old cropped t shirt and boyshorts. Alexis shook her head before pulling her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. "But I did see someone checking you out. I mean he was practically devouring you with his eyes." "What are you talking about?" "Every two seconds he'd lick his lips like this." She demonstrated, actually exaggerating the movement. "His face would remain stoic, but his eyes were like fire when they looked at you." "Really," Chiara said humoring her. She wasn't in the mood to hear her cousin's embellishments. After finding out about Jerome, she wasn't sure she was ready for someone else. "Yeah 'really' and take that look off your face. I'm not exaggerating." They paused to look at each other. "Ok maybe I did with the lip licking part, but Chi Chi he was so into you. If you don't believe me ask Mona or Joie. They'll tell you what's up." "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not interested. I texted Jerome earlier so that we can meet and talk about our relationship tomorrow; he replied telling me to meet him at the coffee shop down the way. I have decided to end our relationship. Hopefully, it'll all go smoothly." "Do you want me to come for moral support?" "I need to do this on my own," Chiara said before heading to her room. She didn't think that at 23 her life would be this way. No, ten years ago she pictured a loving husband two kids a white picket fence and a thriving dance career. Unfortunately, four years ago she severely injured her right ankle. Not actually preventing her from continuing her dream, but being alone in a big city without anyone took a toll on Chiara. She transferred out of college in New York and came to live with her cousin in Pennsylvania. She then got a job in a nearby bank and worked her way up to manager. Her degree was dance, major in modern dance and minor in education. She really wanted to open up her own studio and teach children the joys of different genres of dance. Her mother owned a studio in Miami and taught dance ranging from salsa to dancehall. Chiara wanted to do that for herself, but didn't have the funds or the credit to get the funds. Money was something her family had and she wasn't about to ask for any. Chiara was headstrong and independent. Chiara went to sleep feeling heavy and anxious. She hated break ups, but she hated cheaters even more. She was a sucker and she knew it. All of her choices in men have been bad ones. 'I guess mom was right when she said not to chase boys, let them chase you,' Chiara thought before going to bed. 'Well from now on, I won't be doing anymore pursuing. If a man wants me he's gonna have to work for it.' \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Monday morning was the start of a new work week. The break up with Jerome had gone surprisingly well for Chiara -- no fuss at all. Chiara should have known better than to be surprise, he's obviously had someone else warming his bed. She went through her closet for suits to wear. Being the manager at a busy bank in the heart of the city called for professionalism. She also had a big meeting today with a new client looking to put their money in several institutions. From what she'd been told, an account has already been settled with her institution. They would just like to meet face to face with the people handling their money. Chiara chose a black suit with the skirt falling right before her knees. It was high wasted and had a cropped long sleeved jacket that ended where the skirt started. The suit was tailored perfectly. Underneath the jacket she wore a silk sleeveless crimson blouse. The choice of shoes were narrowed between two contenders; her black patent Nine West ankle boots that were super cute with a peep toe and a four inch heel or her red 'fuck me' stilettos. Considering the impression that she'd make, Chiara went the safe route and wore the black shoes. There was no need for stockings because her legs were smooth. The drive to her office was a breeze, no heavy traffic or anything. She made it to the office on time, but was the last to arrive for the meeting. She recognized cars that belonged to her associates parked in their usual place. 'Great - just great. Now everybody's going have a chance to watch my black ass stroll in last.' Chiara believed they did this to her on purpose. In her opinion her associates probably called up each other and made a pact to arrive to every meeting thirty minutes ahead of schedule. Once in the building she stopped by the receptionist. "Good morning Gail how are you?" "I'm doing well Ms. Thomas, and you?" "Likewise. Listen, do you know if the client has arrived yet?" Chiara didn't want to enter the meeting after them, that was bad form. "Yes ma'am, about ten minutes ago," Oh shit! "I believe they are waiting on you..." "Great. Buzz Cleveland and tell him that I'm on my way up." With that said, she headed for the conference room. "Hello Gentlemen, sorry for the delay," Chiara greeted, taking an empty seat by the head of the table. Which just happened to be far from the entrance of the room. 'I hope they get a real good look at my black ass.' Chiara thought, while deliberately taking her time to get to the empty seat. "Is there anything that I've missed?" She asked directing her attention to her boss and VP Cleveland Brown. "No Chiara, you are actually right on time. Let me introduce you to Ruaraidh Dougall." The guy from two nights ago. "Mr. Dougall, this is the Manager in charge of the branch you'll be banking at, Chiara Thomas." Chiara was stunned. She didn't really take a good look at him in the club because she was so hung up on her ex, but in close inspection, she found Ruaraidh to be very attractive and very tall. Not only was he attractive and tall, he looked to be very fit; filling out his custom-tailored Armani three piece suit in every corner. It took her a couple of seconds to register that his hand was extended for her to shake. "Pleased to meet you Mr. Dougall." Chiara hesitated, taking his large hand into hers. "Pleasures all mine," Ruaraidh hadn't taken his eyes off of her since she stepped into the room. "Although I do recall us meeting a few days ago. Have you forgotten me so soon?" He smirked, bringing his Scottish accent to a smooth drawl. Chiara tried to hold his intense emerald gaze, but couldn't. She blushed lightly and picked imaginary lint off the sleeve of her jacket. "No sir, I haven't forgotten you." Chiara replied, thinking 'How could anyone forget a large hunk of delicious man meat like you.' That thought made her blush even harder. Sensing the tension between his employee and client. Cleveland decided to interject. "Wonderful, let's get this meeting started, shall we?" The meeting lasted five hours. In which, Ruaraidh rarely took his eyes off Chiara. He couldn't believe his luck. He was being reunited with someone who ignited his baser instincts. Since that night, he has had trouble getting a decent rest because all of his thoughts were centered on the small dark beauty. Such thoughts would lead to uncomfortable issues that concluded in him taking the hands on approach that rarely left one satisfied. His beast was adamant in its resolve to have only Chiara. No other bitch could satisfy it. In fact, it only made the hunger worse. Ruaraidh has had this itch before, but only in a minor way. Regardless, the itch can only be scratched by the source. And he was planning on doing as much scratching as possible to satiate himself. With the meeting over, Chiara headed towards the lobby. "Ms. Thomas, may I have a word?" It was Ruaraidh. She turned around only to be accosted with the sight of a tall, muscular, extremely handsome man gazing down at her. "I'd like to have lunch with you this afternoon." That's a statement, not a question, Chiara noted. 'How can I put him down easily without sounding like a bitch?' She was interested in him, but she was also scared that she might do something regrettable. Chiara could easily see herself losing all inhibitions with Ruaraidh. "I would love to have lunch with you Mr. Dougall, but unfortunately I have a branch to oversee." There that should be enough to deter him, Chiara thought, giving him her best apologetic smile. "That shouldn't be a problem. I have already spoken to Mr. Brown and he has given you the rest of the day off," Ruaraidh walked passed Chiara and said. "Please follow, you will ride with me." She followed him, speechless and then as they neared the limo upset that he undermined her. *'How dare he arrange a date with me without consulting me?! I don't care if he's a big time client, I am not chopped liver and Cleveland had no right setting me up this way!'* Chiara was positively fuming when she got into the limo. Ruaraidh appeared to be immune to her rage when in fact it was exactly was he was looking for; a little spice to season things up. He calmly entered the limo after her, taking care to be the perfect gentlemen. They rode in silence before Chiara spoke. "How dare you do this to me?" She asked through clenched teeth. She was very uncomfortable and very aware of the large man sitting calmly next to her. It didn't help that her panties were damp and that her nipples were hard. What did Lexi say earlier? 'Smelling his cologne almost made her have an orgasm.' Well, Ruaraidh didn't wear cologne, so smelling HIM au natural is having disastrous affects on her underwear. "You will enjoy yourself," there we go, another statement. "What the hell!" Chiara raged, angry at herself for getting into this situation; angry at her boss for setting her up and angry at Ruaraidh for being so damn sexy. "I'll have you know that I don't appreciate being taken advantage of. By you or my boss..." Ruaraidh reached over and smoothed his hand over her exposed thigh. "Uncross your legs." Chiara was about to protest before he brought his other hand to separate them for her. "Your skin is very soft." He put his hands on her skirt and slid the material out of his way. "What are you doing?" Chiara whispered, placing her hands on top of his. She wasn't making any move to stop him, but she felt the need to make it known that she wasn't going to let him take her without a little bit of resistance. "I am obviously preparing you for my advances," Ruaraidh simply stated keeping his eyes level with hers. "If you want to pretend that you are not aroused, that is your prerogative. But it is safe to say that we both know that you want to be fucked." She gasped. "Do not play coy. I smelt your desire as soon as our eyes met in the conference room." The last bit was said in a growl. Chiara gasped again, not because of his words, but because of her pussy contracting. "I going to fuck you so good, but first I'd like to eat." He pulled her legs apart and brought his head to her lap. "You smell so fucking good. Take your skirt off." She hesitated for a second before complying. He chuckled, keeping his head on her belly. "Release your control to me. I will not do anything to you that your body doesn't want. Trust me." *'Ugh why does he have to be so sexy?! What the hell, I only live once, right?'* With that thought, Chiara let all her inhibitions go. As soon as her skirt hit the floor, Ruaraidh twisted her body to lie on the seat. He put one thigh to her chest while other he kept splayed wide open. "Delicious," He growled, looking down at her thong covered pussy. "You creamed right through your undergarments to your thighs." His voice was having luscious affects on her body. Her pelvis was rolling and her cunt couldn't stop clamping on itself. "Don't worry I shall tidy you up." *(A/N: I thought about being evil and stopping right here, but then I decided not to... Enjoy the rest LOL!!!)* Ruaraidh moaned as soon as his tongue made contact with her thighs. This is just what he needed. His beast was overjoyed at the prospect of having a thorough rut and couldn't wait to get to the main course. He went about licking her thighs, stopping at the crease of her pelvis. "Is your cunt ready for my tongue?" Chiara moaned at the feel of his hot breath on her privates. She could feel the heat through her thong and was anxious for him to just do it. "Do you like to be teased?" She shook her head. "What do you want then?" She didn't answer, only twisted her hips closer to his mouth. "You must tell me what you desire, so that I can give it to you." "Please..." She moaned, flexing her hips. "Excuse me Chiara? Did you say something?" Ruaraidh teased drawling her name, then flattened his tongue and broadly licked her thong covered crotch. "Is that what you want? Do you want me to lick you cunt? If so, you must tell me." "Please lick me." "That's not good enough. Say what I want to hear." He said before lightly slapping her pussy. His cock was harder than crystal. He loved playing with his food before eating it. Chiara moaned, "Please lick my cunt." "That's it? Only lick? Surely you want me to do more than that." He teased, pulling her thong to the side and lowering his head. The sight of her hairless cunt almost made him loose his resolve "Eat my pussy!" yelled Chiara. Forgetting her modesty and opening her legs even wider than before. Ruaraidh was more than ready to deliver. He devoured her, separating her plump cunt lips to tongue her tiny pink opening. He briefly wondered about her discomfort in accepting his girth, but that thought was pushed to the back of his mind when she undid his hair tie and started running her hands through his long hair. "Eat me. Oooo fuck my pussy. Empty, I need it," Chiara moaned cumming, not really coherent, just voicing her deepest desires. "Take it, suck me. My clit, yessssssssssss right there." Verbal communication wasn't something that Ruaraidh usually enjoyed doing. Being a werewolf allowed him to opportunity to growl and grunt, but he didn't mind talking during sex. In fact, it aroused him to no extent when his partner was liberal enough to voice their desires in a rut. Being Alpha obligated him to allocate duties to subordinates. He enjoyed his position and took advantage of his title. Even in sex he liked to dictate, but something about this woman made him want to do the exact opposite. He wanted to please her; he wanted her to tell him in explicit detail what she wanted him to do to her body. Maybe another time he'd set up that scenario because at this moment he just wanted to eat her and fuck the shit out of her. Ruaraidh made a move to take off his jacket and vest. He was getting hot and only foresaw himself creating an inferno in the near future. "Take off your clothes. I want to see the body that I'm about to bury my seed into." Chiara was lost in a haze of lust. Everything felt surreal to her and when she lifted her gaze to Ruaraidh eyes, she fell even deeper. She took off her jacket, blouse, bra, and shoes keeping her eyes level with Ruaraidh's. His lust had transferred to her and she couldn't wait for him to deliver. Once he had his tops off, he began working on his belt buckle. He stopped once he had it undone. "I want you to take my cock out of my pants." Ruaraidh moaned, rubbing his length through his pants. "Don't take your thong off, leave it on for me." She did as told, quickly flowing into position in front of him. Chiara saw his bulge and discreetly blushed notating that he definitely wasn't 5 ¾ inches. She fumbled with his buttons, but somehow got them open. Chiara was stunned when she saw that he didn't wear any underwear. Ruaraidh chuckled, "I wear briefs on occasion, but today I wanted to be free." Chiara bit her lip and kept going. Her nipples were painfully hard and distended. She could feel her pussy juice running down her thighs and her clit was beyond swollen. She unzipped his pants and saw the base of his erection surround by curly dark red hairs. "Pull down my pants." She did and saw that his cock was uncut, long, thick and heavy with blood. It leaned toward his right leg and had a slight curve to it. If she had one word to describe it, it would be 'gargantuan'. Chiara bent lower to take off his shoes and socks, before sliding his pants down and off his muscular thighs. "I would ask you to touch me, but I fear that if you did I wouldn't last very long." Ruaraidh proclaimed before bending down and kissing her lips. It was a mild kiss that spoke nothing of the heat that once set the atmosphere of their coupling. In the kiss, he made sure to explore her mouth with his tongue; tracing her teeth, massaging her tongue and lightly sucking her lips. He ended the kiss stating, "Let it be known that, that is the only gentle moment I will grant you in this vehicle." With that he reached down and tore her thong from her body and put it someplace to start his new collection. He palmed her full breast and pushed them together, bending his head to try to fit both nipples inside his mouth. Chiara moaned and once again attached her hands to his head. 'He is making me go crazy with lust,' she thought, trying to get him in between her thighs. Ruaraidh felt her irritation and situated himself in the middle of her thighs. He abruptly ended his assault on her breasts to spread her legs wide. He took his cock in hand and pulled back his foreskin to show its angry red head. Ruaraidh then placed it at Chiara's opening, bending her thighs to her chest. "Do you have any protection?" Chiara asked, knowing that she wasn't ready to deal with any offspring that may result in this affair. "You are not ovulating," He replied, feeling a little disappointed that his seed wouldn't catch in her womb. 'Odd,' he thought, 'I've never felt that way before.' Chiara's eyes were squeezed shut, waiting for him to penetrate her. A few seconds went by without any action. She opened her eyes and gasped at the vision in front of her. Instead of his iris' being an emerald green color, they had changed to silver. His hair was unbound and flowed around his visage given him an almost ethereal look. If it wasn't for the cock pressed into her, Chiara would have thought him an angel. "Keep your eyes open." With that he plunged forward. Her liquid desire making his passage a little easier, but she was still unbelievably tight. 'Damn she's tight!' Ruaraidh thought, pulling out slowly to quickly thrust forward. 'And very responsive.' He noted between each noisy thrust. Chiara felt full with each forward thrust. He was doing things to her body that she's never had done before. Bottoming out at her cervix and discreetly brushing past her g-spot, she felt her first climax swiftly coming. "Do NOT close your eyes!" Ruaraidh growled, trying to control his beast. He was already taking the female roughly, but his beast wanted to properly mount her and thrust into her without any control. He needed to focus on her eyes to keep his resolve, but as she climaxed her eyes closed. That's when his beast broke free. Still joined and in the throws of her climax, Ruaraidh twisted Chiara's body to knees. He then began to mount her the traditional way, pushing her upper body down and grabbing hold her hips. "Aaahh ooo, too much," moaned Chiara. Her first climax had just ended, but she could feel the start of another. "Please." "I will not stop until I am satisfied," His beast growled low, his voice reverberating through his body to hers. Chiara let out a low moan at the sensation it caused. "You disobeyed and this is the consequences." He started beating it low, rolling his hips to hit her spot directly sending her over into multiple orgasms. Sounds of their coupled flesh filled the limo. Ruaraidh grunted at the feel of his balls brushing against her sloppy wet clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck oooo. Aaahhhhh OOoooo. No, no, no..." Chiara cried climaxing, the sensations too much for her to handle; her eyes tearing up. 'Damn this man,' she thought before blacking out. But Ruaraidh wasn't done. He came shortly after her, but he wasn't done. His beast wanted more of Chiara and he decided to pursue her. Where their relationship would end... he didn't know. He just wanted her more than he wanted anything in his life. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Chiara's eyes were closed. 'Oh my God. It must have been a dream.' She thought briefly. She smiled at herself remembering the details of what occurred. "Actually it wasn't a dream," *Oh shit! I must have said that out loud.* "Open your eyes. I took the liberty of programming my number into your phone. Expect me to call you in two hours. We will be having dinner together tonight and I will be telling you the details of it then." She was speechless. She looked down at herself... and dressed; which meant that his sex really did knock her out for a long period of time and that she'd be wise to keep this one, even though he had taken liberties any other man would have gotten sassed for. *Oh well, maybe another time I'll teach him what and what not to do with my stuff.* Never in her life had she reacted that way in sex. Maybe he was just what she was looking for. He didn't seem hesitant in wanting to see her again. He also didn't seem shy about his attraction to her, which was a different experience for her because she always seemed to intimidate the men that she was with. Whatever they had, Chiara was going to make sure to enjoy it. *You only live once, right?*

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Title: Free Use Ch. 04: Standing Out from the Crowd Tags: bdsm, free use, anal *This story is purely a work of fiction and based in an alternate setting where laws have been created that allow the "Free Use" of females sexually (all over 18) by males of the society. All characters and situations are purely fictional.* \*\*\*\*\* Ch 4: Standing out from the crowd The sounds of little whimpers echo in the room with yours, as you push up and drop yourself down on the stiff cock impaling you from below. From his seated and reclined position below you, David watches his pole emerge from your body, only to be swallowed whole as you slide right back down his shaft. The trainers have a slang term for the training session you're in right now: cockdancing. The trainers have started off with you doing a striptease, in ridiculously tall high heels, stockings of various types, the tiniest g-string you can remember seeing in your life, and a see through tank top. Each time the respective trainer has had you dance for no less than 10 minutes, before being allowed to suck him the rest of the way hard. This time was nothing different, with the exception being that David ordered you to rim him as well. His explanation simple: "whoever leases you may require it, so you better learn to do it". His compliments on your skills brought a smile to your face, even though you've been practicing with one of the other girls, as well as with your favorite trainer Evan for the past week. For the past half hour now, you've found yourself bouncing up and down on David's rock hard shaft, both facing him and now facing away. If not for the now dull ache in your calves, this would be pure pleasure for you. The reason this is a training event, and not just a blissful day of riding cock is the chair David is sitting on while enjoying your tight little pussy. Barely wide enough for him to sit comfortably, forcing you to stand the entire time while you slide up and down his glistening shaft. The height of the chair just high enough to keep you from being comfortable while riding, but not enough to keep you from cumming on David's cock twice so far. Each time when your orgasm hit, you collapsed fully onto his lap, losing your balance on your 'stripper clogs' in the process, impaling yourself completely on his 7" pole...further intensifying your orgasm. Now having lost track of time, you pull up and drop yourself down instinctively, ignoring the dull ache in your calves. Looking to your left, you see the same scene playing out on another trainer's lap. The small Asian girl that spent an inordinately long amount of time pole dancing as her trainer instructed and corrected her, teaching her the finer points of showing herself off the right way. Having arrived for your training as she was finishing her dance, you're surprised her legs haven't given out yet, as you hear a high pitched whimper grow into a squeal, as the girl reaches another orgasm. Her legs giving out just as yours do, barely catching herself with her hands on her trainer's knees as she falls forward. She whimpers her way through another orgasm before her trainer grabs hold of her ass cheeks, bouncing her up and down on his lap, as a signal for her to get moving again. You momentarily wish you were in her place, with Evan's hands on your little butt, squeezing and manipulating you up and down on his magnificent cock. Your thoughts return to his cock, and how it feels sliding in and out of your body, causing you to speed up your 'dancing' efforts on the trainer enjoying your pussy. Your eyes close as you drift into a state that you've found once coming here, mind blank about everything but the cock inside you, body on auto-pilot. It doesn't take long before your trance like state is broken up by the grunts and warning from the man you're riding. He continues breathing heavier until he finally issues a command for you as his hands push you up and completely off his cock "Suck it! Suck my load out!" as you whip yourself around, momentarily off balance as you spin to face his glistening shaft. Your mouth instinctively surrounds his pole, your velvety lips moving up and down as fast as you can manage, until you feel the first jet of cum fire from his velvety head. Engulfing him fully, you swallow what he gives you, the pulsing of your mouth around him coaxing out the rest of his load. As soon as he finishes cumming, he pulls you away with a light, yet no nonsense grip of your hair. Twisting his hand lightly to manipulate you, he turns your head to watch the two to your side, just as Evan unloads inside the tight little Asian that has been dancing on Evan's cock. Watching him hold her in place only halfway down his shaft, you see him pulsing with each jet that's fire into her. Your gaze fixed firmly on him and his "beautiful" pole, as you've come to think of it. Just watching it pulse inside another girl triggers you to want to feel him again. "Go clean them up" you hear your trainer order you, as you watch Evan grab his girl and yank her down on top of him, her legs flailing upward as she loses her balance, spreading herself open lewdly in the process. Making your way to the both of them, you kneel in front of his chair, before dipping your upper body to take his still glistening cock in your mouth. Your reward is a few drops of his cum that weren't coaxed into Jezy's body. Savoring his flavor momentarily, you hear Evan's voice "Clean Jezy first, please." Simple, matter of fact. You move up to where Evan still has her legs spread lewdly open in front of you. Only now her heeled feet are in contact with the floor, steadying her. Either way, you still see the cunt that your favorite trainer just enjoyed for the last half hour glistening and beginning to leak their juices. Your training kicking in, you dive forward into her slit with your tongue, lapping at their juices, before driving your tongue inside her, coaxing more...tasting her and him at once. You taste more and more of his cum as you drive your tongue further into her, your thumbs now hooked inside her lips, holding her open for better access. Her body jolts each time your tongue goes deeper, but you find your reward as you taste more of his cum, mixed with her juices. Finally he reaches down to give you a light tap on the cheek, signaling for you to look up, as he pushes her upward and to her feet. With a simple wave, he motions her over to David, the trainer you were pleasing just a few moments before. As she walks away, he gives you a simple one word command "Continue", before you guide your mouth back down to the velvety head of his shaft. 'Back to my favorite cock' you think to yourself as your lips glide down his softening shaft, until they meet the base. You swirl your tongue around the shaft as it fills your mouth, even pushing it out momentarily to tease his balls, before sliding your lips back up the entire length to his head. This process repeats for the next few minutes, with short breaks to lick and kiss his shaft and lick and suckle at his balls. You're not phased in any way over tasting another girl's juices on him, instead savoring each second you get to worship his beautiful cock and balls. The training over the last 3 weeks has molded you well enough that even if it wasn't Evan's cock you were cleaning, you would still do so as well as you could. The fact that it belongs to Evan makes you do it with just that little bit extra loving attention. A small part of you even enjoys 'claiming' his cock after another he's used it on another girl in training...sucking it clean, even beginning to enjoy rimming him...hoping he remembers you more than any other girl in the class. As if on cue, he lifts his legs and pulls them back...cueing you to lick your way down the underside of his shaft, stopping at his balls to lick and suck each lovingly, before trailing down further to his ring. Your tongue darts and swirls, intentionally leaving as much spit and saliva as possible, knowing he enjoys a bit of a 'sloppy' twist to his oral pleasures. Your eyes close, thinking just of giving pleasure. Your other sense tune in as you hear the light licking and sucking sounds coming from your left, as Jezy cleans your trainer, and the humming sound coming from Evan, signaling his enjoyment. Your tongue swirls and darts back again over his tight little entrance, collecting the spit you left, before your tongue goes up to the back of his balls, nuzzling them with your nose in the process. As his legs make their way back down, you trail back up to beautiful shaft, holding it in your hand, admiring it even in its half hard state. Your almost trancelike state is interrupted by his voice, having checked his watch to see that the training session should be about completed by now "Ok girls, go retrieve your outfits, but do NOT put them on." With that directive, both Jezy and yourself go to the other side of the room, finding the pieces of the outfit you wore in. Thinking to yourself 'might as well not put them on...not like they're hiding much anyway' you grab your garments and hold them between your right arm and your body, waiting for your next directive. In the time it took you two to find your clothes, your trainers have slipped their shorts on and retrieved the collars and leashes that the two of you were led into the room with. Getting your temporary wish, Evan slips the collar around your neck, before clipping it in place, giving your leash a light tug to pull you behind him and out the door, into the hallway. You hear the other pair falling into place behind you, as you make your way to a room that you haven't been in before, simply marked "103 Viewing Room". Pushing the door open, you notice nothing out of the ordinary. No devices of any kind that would make you wonder about its use...simply a rectangular room with a few cushioned stands that you've become accustomed to being bent over, and a long rectangular table, with what appear to be barstools about 6 feet behind the row of stands. Already inside the room are Jay and Dante (one of the 'Hammer brothers'...so named because of their massive cocks) perched on barstools at the long table. In front of them respectively are Nisha and Anna, standing nude just behind a pair of the stands, facing a darkened window in front of the entire group. Just as you stop, Evan unsnaps the leash from your collar, motioning to the row of stands, before giving you're a quick slap on the butt "Choose a spot please" before turning away and making his way to a barstool. He is joined almost immediately by David, leaving 4 lease girls standing nude, facing away from 4 trainers, seated behind them. The trainers engage in a bit of chit chat as one of them, you can't tell who, fetches bottles of water out of a mini-fridge at the back of the room. "Girls, any of you need a water?" comes the cordial voice of the trainer Dante. None of you take the offer, so he grabs one each for the cadre and takes his seat. You hear pieces of the conversation behind you, one part standing out as you hear it "How deep did you get her?" "She took it all, man! Might as well call it now...new nickname for her, guys: Anal Anna. Felt like I was between her lungs." The last statement getting a round of laughter from the other trainers. "Keep that bat away from me, man. I don't trust ya!" Leading off the rounds of jokes that last for the next few minutes, barely noticing the rear views of you and your fellow girls in front of them. For your part, from your 'viewing stand' right beside Anna, you whisper to her, just to confirm what they've joked about. "You took the...that? Isn't it supposed to be reall..." Anna's answer cuts you off "It's fucking massive!" comes the excited tone, but in a whisper. "I didn't even know he'd bottomed out...I was so zoned out after the first couple minutes." The wide eyed look betrays just what you're thinking. "So...when did you...or when did it.." Seeing that you're still trying to comprehend, even while asking more, she answers halfway in "Just this morning. Spent two hours getting that monster everywhere!" "So are you still...sore?" comes your quick question "Girl, I feel like I had a truck driven up my ass. Of course I'm still sore!" sending you both laughing, even as she winces from a light pain. Just as you two finish laughing, you hear Jay's voice, now familiar from your training sessions together "Girls, if you would be so kind as to bend over your respective benches, we're about to begin here." As soon as he finishes speaking, the window in front of you switches from darkened to clear, showing the next room over. The 4 of you survey the sight in front of you, as 3 girls from the class in front of you walk into the room, led by another woman, you assume must be one of the staff, from the fact that she's dressed differently. By 'dressed differently', you mean that she's dressed at all, as the 3 lease girls come in wearing just a collar and a pair of heels. You note that these girls are just as diverse as your group, with an Asian girl in front, followed by both a white and black lease girls to-be. The girls take their places in front of viewing stands of the same type and size as yours, although theirs have stainless steel tops. You wonder for a moment 'why aren't they padded', before you hear a male voice introducing them by name. "Gentleman, we have Melissa, Shanta and Danielle here. They are all fully trained and ready for lease immediately. As you can see, their measurements are.." as you stop focusing on the details of the conversation, and start focusing more on the girls proudly flaunting themselves to a man or men that would be possible lessors for the next 2 years. Turning your attention to the far side of their room, you see two men well dressed, simply taking in the view. One man half points toward the Asian girl in the room before speaking "I was thinking about an exotic this time around. Heard great things from Matt." You hear Mr Eyler rattling off stats about each girl, before they are 'inspected' by the two men here to possibly make a purchase. Each girl starts off facing the men, before turning away, letting them see that view of her. Next step is for her to bend over her viewing stand, spreading herself open, showing her most useful parts. The men seemed to have a few questions for each girl, as well as Mr Eyler as each girl showed herself off. You hear a familiar voice from behind as you watch the scene unfold in front of you "I hope you're taking mental notes. Your lease window opens next week, so you'll all more than likely be doing exactly what these lucky girls are doing, here in a little over a week's time. We'll put each of you through a mock lease session, so you don't freeze up in front of new guys." Hearing the voice, you're reminded that there are 4 men behind you, visually sampling your 'wares' as you take in the scene in front of you. In just the time it took for a trainer to address you, both the Asian and black girl have dropped to their knees and begun sucking the cocks of the perspective new leasing men in the room. Watching them servicing these men has your mind racing again. Your thoughts go almost instinctively, to a feeling that you 'need' to service a cock. You look to your left and right, noticing that you're not the only one with this reaction. Anna, to your left, visibly licking her lips while she watches the show in the next room. Looking right, you see Jezy fidgeting nervously on her stand, moving her weight from foot to foot, while she sees what she'll be doing for a complete stranger soon. While you continue watching, the petite black girl is led to her viewing stand again, bent over for the potential lessor to enjoy her cunt. In the time it took for you to look back to Anna, locking eyes long enough to see just how much in need she is, the other girl's 'potential' has slid inside her and started rocking back and forth, feeling her from the inside. You hear her sigh almost instantaneous as he slides in her. Her sighs continue as he moves his hips fore and aft, using her for his own pleasure, before looking back over his shoulder to Mr Eyler and simply saying "I'll take her". That's when you notice that your right hand has moved back over your body, with your fingertips landing on your clit...almost as if possessed. A quick look to your left shows you that you're not the only one in need enough to do this, as you see Anna's arm tensing and relaxing...presumably working her fingers into her slit. Both of you fix your gaze back into the leasing room, as now the Asian lease girl also finds herself bent over her viewing stand, although she makes more noise than her counterpart. Her squeals show her to be getting rougher treatment, as the man's hips saw into her. Your position makes it difficult to tell, but it appears to you that he's using her ass...reinforcing what your trainers have told you about what lay in front of you. While engrossed by the display in front of you, you failed to hear the trainers leave their seats and make their way to the 4 of you. You feel the hands on your ass before you hear anything, instantly shuffling your feet a bit wider to spread yourself for the pending penetration. You peek back over your shoulder to see Evan lining up behind you, bringing a smile to your face as you grab hold of your stand and prepare yourself. The soft, velvety head of Evan's cock slips between your lips, before pushing inside you, causing an instant hum to escape your lips. He saws back and forth a few times before he reaches the halfway point. Pulling completely out, he notes your reaction, pushing back, searching for the cock that just pulled free. Satisfied with your response, he shoves back inside you, this time sheathing you completely on his cock. You feel his "magnificent" cock stretching you, as his balls make contact with your sensitive nub. Each time you feel him, you think of his cock more lovingly. Just the sight of it makes you high with excitement. Feeling it makes your knees weaken, before you catch yourself. Your eyes close as he slides long and firm into your tight grip. You feel yourself clenching along his entire shaft, enjoying every little detail of his beautiful shaft. His hips saw into you long and slow, coating his rod in your juices, as you hum lightly with your eyes closed...your head hanging over the edge of your stand, in pure bliss for your trainer. Your mind goes to its trancelike state as you concentrate on nothing but the cock wedging itself deep inside you with each thrust. You hear the other girls doing the same, mixed with sighs, yelps and light moans as they feel the cocks of their trainers exploring their bodies. All too soon you feel the cock inside you slide completely free of your body, causing you to push backwards in a vain attempt to retrieve it, and feel him push back inside you. He has other plans. You feel the velvety tip press against your backdoor, knowing he wants access to your tightest hole. You prepare yourself mentally and force yourself to relax, as he drives himself forward, through your tight little ring. You feel his shaft start to push inside your tight passage, wedging himself inside. The feeling of being 'spread' open by his magnificent cock washes through your mind, as jolts of pain mixed with pleasure spread through your body. Short yet powerful strokes inch their way further into you, before you feel him buried to the hilt...the sense of accomplishment the only thought in your mind outside of what his cock is doing to you. You dimly hear the squeals, yelps, and moans of other girls in the room as he saws his hips forward and back into your tight little ass. Thinking to your training, you flex and contract your muscles, hoping he feels you gripping the length of his cock...hoping to impress him as much as you possibly can. Your hands grip the sides of the stand as you open your eyes to see Anna in pure bliss. Her eyes barely open, mouth hanging open in a long, sustained moan as her trainer pummels her from behind. Looking to your right, you see Jezy taking her trainer much the same as you are. Her hands gripping her stand tight, head hanging over the end of her viewing stand, mouth open wide, barely eliciting a sound, with her eyes tightly shut. Behind her you see David sawing himself into her petite body, faster and harder than it seems you're having done to you. In reality, Evan is using your tightest hole just as hard as David is using Jezy's, just that you have focused on him so completely that you only feel the pleasure of his tool sliding in and out of you...in one long continuous, trancelike motion. A hand takes hold of your hair, turning your head straight forward again, forcing you to view the girls being leased. The man that already chose his lease girl has moved from her tight little slit, and opted to feel her tightest hole, before leaving the building with her. You watch as he drives all of himself into her backdoor, causing her to shudder over her stand, a leg lifting off the ground when he lodges himself fully in her. The other man in the room has decided to sample the third possible lease girl, before making his choice. Opting to place her over the same stand he used his first choice over, you see her tense up as he drives his cock in her all at once. Your mind thinks back to what you've been told...and you realize that she's the epitome of a lease girl, ready to be used at any time, without delay. Your eyes shut again as more waves of pleasure radiate from your tightest hole, given to you by the magnificent cock stretching your poor little ass...your once almost virginal ass. You catch yourself thinking that you would love for him to use it every day. Your humming picks up as your breaths get deeper at his intrusion. Reaching under the stand, your hand curls up to find your ultra sensitive clitoris standing at attention, starting to rub in time with your anal assault. Each time you feel Evan's cock slam to its full depth, your senses heighten further, intensifying the shockwaves coursing through your body. The 'full', 'used' feeling you're getting from Evan's use now combines with the familiar feeling as your entire body begins to tingle. The electric feeling going outward through your body in waves, as you feel yourself start to climax. Your left leg goes weak as your body takes over, going stiff, clenching and relaxing in time on the invader powering into you from behind. He doesn't break his rhythm as your entire body shudders and shakes under him. Your moans now the loudest sound in the room, causing Jezy and Anna to fix their attention on you, as waves of pleasure wash through your body. Your orgasm never slowing Evan's pace...in fact he drives harder through your climax, feeling you clenching and twitching, causing him to begin erupting in your tightest hole. The first shots erupt with force into you, before he pumps himself to the hilt and holds in place, shooting the remainder of his sperm in your tight little backdoor. He is the 3rd trainer to unload in his girl, although you never heard a sound from any of the others. The only trainer left to cum is pounding into poor Nisha's now battered little hole, grunting louder as he begins firing inside her. The 3 of you still find yourself locked on your trainers softening cocks as he finishes...the first to pull free of her tight ring with a soft sound of escaping air. You feel Evan pulling free of your body, allowing you to close in his absence. A small part of you wishes he would never pull free...simply stay lodged inside you forever, letting you please him at all times. All too soon you hear a command from one of the trainers "Alright girls, off your viewing stands and on your knees." Your training takes over, and in one quick motion, you go from bent over the stand, to waiting patiently on your knees, your hands at your sides. It seems the trainers have coordinated the next act prior to using you, as they shuffle places and each trainer makes his way to a new girl for cleaning. You find yourself facing Dante's massive weapon, glistening with lubricant, no doubt necessary to fit his monster inside any of Anna's poor battered holes. Leaning forward, you open wide and accommodate his velvety head inside your mouth, before pushing down as far as you can go...finding yourself roughly 6" down his shaft. You catch a glimpse of Anna deftly moving up and down on a shaft to your right, and Jezy doing her best to accommodate Evan's tool in her small mouth. You do your best to ignore any other thoughts and simply accomplish your task, as you hear Dante's voice from above. Having not worked with him to this point, you have had very little interaction. His voice seemingly softer than you would have anticipated "Girls, this little exercise is to reinforce the fact that when you're leased, you may not be sucking a cock only after it's been used in one of your holes. You may well be tasked with getting a man hard after using another girl. You need to be prepared for that." Clearing his throat gently before his last statement "Everything we do here has a purpose. You may not immediately see it, but there is a method to the madness." He pulls free of your lips embrace, before backing away "Go ahead and get dressed, girls." You make your way to your feet and turn toward your stand to see the 'lease room' now empty. You grab the pieces of your outfit, slipping on each piece quickly, before standing tall in front of your stand, facing the trainers. Evan speaks this time "Ok girls, you're dismissed until this afternoon. I believe you have 'classroom' time this afternoon with Lacy. Your instructions are already on your datapads in your rooms. Have a good rest of your day." And with that, you're politely shooed off through the door you entered initially, four well fucked potential lease girls, having seen exactly what lay in front of them in a matter of as little as a week.

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Title: a not so safe, safeway by naughtywolf Tags: Bobcat, M/M, NC, Vore (soft) This story has been edited and rewritten to be a fur story This story when i was in a Safeway, there was this guy in line at the 'hot food' section. He was good looking, (most men here, i noticed, are, all the better to oggle) and best of all, he was over a foot taller then me (I'm 6 foot 1"), with a bit of a pot belly and an awesome mustache. I immeadiately started having thoughts of asking him if he wanted a REAL hot meal for dinner! and so this story was inspired. (Also it does bump into another story I'm going to do. ;D Oh yeah if your underage, go away, this isn't for you. This story contains fullsize OV A Not So Safe, Safeway. John stood in line patiently, purposely staying at the back of the line so he had a good view of the 'selection'. John is a rather tall husky, he looks like he was in his early 40's late 30's with very dark, black hair. He is about at 7 foot 3" so could easily see all each persons features through his pale blue eyes. He stared he drooled a little and catching himself slurped it up but licked his lips a little. He wore a denim jeans and plain black t-shirt which was mostly covered by an open jacket. He had a fairly broad torso, but might have look thin in proportion to his height with a semi-large pot belly which just then gave a loud grumble. The feline in front of him turned and smiled "feeling eager eh?" Jeff asked. Jeff was a much smaller man, at 5 foot 8" and was Johns current number one candidate to satisfy his craving. Jeff was in his early 20's, a local college student he wasn't quite thin, but just averagely built. He has deep cinnamon colored fur and wears jeans as well and a red t-shirt, also a cap with the collages mascot on it. "Yeah, guess you could say that." John replies with a grin. "Well, why don't you go ahead of me then? I'm actually not that hungry." Jeff says with smile. John chuckled, "well, I am rather hungry, in fact, why don't we just get a family sized meal and split it, I'll pay for most of it and you'll get yours cheaper. how that sound?" That sounded great to Jeff so he agreed. it was 5 pounds of chicken, a large drink and 2 pounds of potato wedges. Jeff payed for only a small amount and took the food to a table while John filled up the drink. Jeff found a nice table in the corner where they ate and talked in privacy. After the meal, (which John ate most of) Jeff scooted out his chair with a screech of the tiled floor. "Well, it was nice meeting you John, but i think I'm just gonna go drain the lizard then i gotta get back and study for a test tomorrow. John nodded with under standing, "I wouldn't mind using the bathroom myself, after you then" he chuckles. As the 2 stood at the urinals they heard a mighty belch from inside the large handicap toilet stall before seeing a large bear (even by bear standards) step out. Hagrid chuckles nervously, oh scuse me boys, didn't think anybody was in here." with that he head out the door, neither of them noticing the squirming in his belly or the obscene bulge of his crotch. John shrugs the encounter off. After the 2 finish relieving themselves, and Jeff prepares to say his goodbye, John says, "wait before you go, theres something i wanna show you in the stall..." Jeff rolls his eyes "I've already seen the stuff they write in there man, just a bunch of swear words and names in hearts and shit." John shakes his head insistently, "no I doubt you've seen this." Jeff sighs and steps into the stall, he looks around seeing the same toilet and same writing, he begins to turn "see? theres nothing no-" as he turns his words are cut off as he comes face to mouth with John. John grabs Jeff in a tight hug and works head into his muzzle quickly, knocking off his hat and cutting off any cries for help. Jeff gags as he feels Johns slick tongue rubbing his face picking up his flavor, but John has to make this quick. He swallows, hard. Jeffs head quickly enters Johns throat making an obscene furry bulge, with John bent partly over with Jeffs shoulders sticking out. He takes a knife out of his pocket and cuts Jeffs shirt off quickly and works his shoulders into his mouth. Jeff is unable to believe it, its not possible, he's actually being eaten whole! he begins to shout and resist kicking at Johns legs. John frowns at the annoyance kicking at his legs and after swallowing again, bringing Jeff into Johns slimy throat up to his forearms, he picks him up with one hand by the crotch. John tries not to moan at the delicious taste of Jeff or the squirming he's doing in his throat. John swallows again helping push with his hand, moving Jeffs head into his stomach and pulling his in up to his waist with his hand sticking out. Half of Jeffs body on the slimy insides of Johns. John unbuttons Jeffs fly and pulls his pants and underwear down to his ankles, just leaving it there for the moment. John is really enjoying himself now, with another swallow, he has Jeffs crotch in his mouth and hardly had to hold him up at all. Deciding now he has a little more time, he licks all over Jeffs sheath which quickly hardens into a large member. John teases Jeffs cock for another moment before swallowing again moving that into his throat as well. Sitting on he toilet, he now only has Jeffs to spindly looking legs sticking out with his pants at his ankles. He moans feeling Jeff squirming in his throat and belly seeking release for his still hard cock. John swallows a couple more times, each time his belly fills out a little more. After one more gulp only Jeffs pants and feet are sticking out. He slowly and gingerly removes each shoe, and the socks before pulling his pants of the rest of the way, picking up Jeffs underwear he gives them a quick sniff then pockets them for later so he can relive the memory. John swallows again, and closes his mouth over Jeffs feet leaving no trace of him. He licks over Jeffs furred footpaws a few times sucking on them, getting some tickled thrashing form inside his stomach and giving himself a rock hard cock. He swallows one last time and cant help but moan slightly as his belly fills out completely, bulging under his shirt occasionally a hand or foot can be seen. As he feels Jeff moving inside him, obviously masturbating now he chuckles "good idea there Jeff." he unbuttons his own pants and masturbates wildly, it doesnt take long to cum, and by then Jeff has settled down some, more out of weakness, he is now searching for an escape. John chuckles as he exits the Bathroom, his tail wagging slightly behind him. John pats his belly, and says under his breath "thanks for the meal there Jeff, I love a discount." The End! hope you enjoyed! note, this story was originally human but i just needed something to do and am suffering writers block so sortof just converted this. hope you enjoyed!

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Title: The tale of Dul'Ihanri Pt3 by TheNovelist Tags: Dragon, Human, Lizard, Story Series, Wolf Having already spent time in the hall, it was not as impressive as walking in for the first time, but the heraldic banners and tapestries lining the walls made it look very nice. The room had three long tables, one perpendicular to the other, which was obviously the head table. All the nobles from Dul'Ihanri were fancily dressed, which was more than can be said for any of us. I still was in my dirt sreaked, carbon covered shirt, and all the dragons were topless, as usual. Devlin in a tux, god the world would move. Winslo, the magician, did a small spell, and his cloak instantly became clean, and pure silver runes ran along the length of his black cloak. Those who sat at the lower tables, a good hundred people, were already seated, and we walked in a very dignified manner down the corridor between the two tables. Devlin and Draco led, behind Mykerinos, and we filed automatically into two rows behind them. Brendan took up directly behind Draco, and I, still in full kit and weaponry, behind Devlin. Javid and Doran, Thomas and Simba, Winslo and Time and Valmeero and Salbar brought up the rear. This arrangement was kind of all for symmetry where possible, wolf beside wolf, leopard beside tiger, dragon and dragon. Only mine and Valmeero's lines weren't roughly equal, but then no one's perfect. We split apart as we came to the table, and circled around. The great centre chair was for Mykerinos, and we sat down either side of him. A few of us had to shrug off weapons before sitting down, most noticeably me, Javid and Salbar. Draco's great sword merely was placed beside the chair, and Winslo reverently lay down his staff. My rifle hung off the side of the chair, and my Eryx on the other side. Salbar's swords were placed on the table, crossed together. Mykerinos waited until we were all seated and comfortable, which was half a minute, and then he stood up. "My lords and ladies, to the honourable creatures either side of me, we dedicate this banquet for their heroic deeds in battle. If any day we shall remember with passion and devotion, may it be the day that these creatures arrived, and delivered us from the enemy." Sounds like the Lord's prayer, delivering us from evil, I thought to myself, and Mykerinos raised his gold cup to both sides, and spoke again. "To the lords and ladies of Central, thou name shall be hallowed in our halls." And in the names of the children. I thought again, keeping a carefully straight face. A hundred voices echoed the toast, and Devlin bowed his head to Mykerinos. The Dul'Ihanri leader sat back down, and there was a clatter of cutlery. Servants poured in carrying great dishes of food, and while we waited, Draco talked across to the Hell fire dragon. "Hey, Devlin, this you will have to see.I'm sending you a video clip from earlier." "Send it to me too." I asked."I want to see the entire thing." We only watched the last two minutes, where the children were arguing about the merits of each person in the party. I only got a slight mention, but Winslo got an argument to himself, such was the magic power he had. Then came the funny bit, and Devlin was treated to a young boy running down the street shouted he was the Great Devlin, and running with his arms out in flight. Then I came walking up the hill with the guard, and we saw the girl come out. Then the little kids saw me, and turned, just as Draco stepped out from the building. They looked at both of us, and ran off in either direction. The earlier section of our conversation was also recorded. Devlin smiled. "I don't see him taking flight." I shrugged," and he's probably not half as good in the bedroom, but it warms the heart to see people actually pretending to be you." Devlin chuckled. "I am, amazed." he said slowly," that their children find me that worth talking about." "Hmm, it couldn't be because you're an eight foot tall Hell Fire dragon. It couldn't be that everyone treats you like a leader."I teased. "Oh yeah, you got, what, eight words in that entire argument." "Exactly. Of those we heard, all of them got more words, but only because I look like them. I wasn't surprised Winslo was talked about, magic is, while practised here, still cool." "True, although one wonders how they found out when they were all supposedly in the catacombs." Devlin said. "Ah, about that." Mykerinos smiled."I don't suppose you've paid much attention to the large flat rock wall behind the bridge." "I predict a magical effect at this point." I replied. "Very clever. The entire wall is in fact solid rock, but it has been magically altered so it can be seen through. I shall show you later." "What kinds of spell does that?" "We have twenty warlocks cast the spell, and then another eight to cast a permanent spell on it.On five seperate levels, everyone was watching." "Then why did no one noticed I was the one causing havoc?" I complained. "They did.It's just Draco, Devlin and Valmeero jumped off the bridge beside us, and we saw Winslo and Javid firing spells and those gun things.They were closer, and so the children looked at them." "So those looking through at the bottom of the wall saw the three of us incinerating the turf." "Yes, and all the children were down there, so they could see the orcs attacking, and learn what we have to do, and why we have to do it." "So when the orcs attack, they head into the impregnable catacombs." "Exactly. We could never hold the city for long, but in there nothing could flush us out." "Intelligent." I replied."I supposed I ruined that lesson, by hurling myself upon the enemy with rocket launcher and sword." "Well, it looked heroic, but we informed the children you were insane..." I burst out laughing at this point. Draco had his head just above the table, he had to double up as a result of his raucous laughter. Devlin merely chuckled. "That's why we love him. So far round the twist you could use him to open wine bottles, but a great guy to be around." "A few chips short of a Happy meal..." I smiled, remembering a certain television program on Earth. The talk was fast and furious across the table, and I was interrupted by Silverine in my head set. "Alduin, Simba explained what you had done." "Ah, Silverine, how are you? I'm quite dead, and still going strong. I've been hailed as a maniac, been told so to my face, and we're all abusing one another while enjoying a sumptous three course meal." "I see." Silverine was trying to hide his laughter." Now I've got good news for you, and bad news." "Give me the bad news first." "The bad news is that Grant has gone into shock with a result of the blood loss, we don't know how much longer he'll last." I sunk in my seat."Is there any good news?" "He's still alive, and although it looks bad, he might pull through." "That's really comforting, Silverine." I said hollowly.I disengaged my mike, not wishing to hear any more. Draco saw my face. "How bad is it?" "He's gone into shock, and teetering on the edge." I said, giving the meat of the message. Everyone around me stopped, looking slightly guilty of themselves. It was the fact they were enjoying themselves while Grant was fighting for his life. The party were resultingly subdued after this, and we ate in silence. The meal went on for about half an hour, and after the desserts, I spoke to Devlin. "I am going for a drive around the catacombs." "Do you want a guide, they can get very confusing." Mykerinos asked. "Mykerinos, if I get lost, I will either make my own passage, or I will teleport." I replied, changing surreptitiously into my Reventon form. I started up my engine, and very quietly purred to one side of the hall, going down that side, and stuck to the wall to the main door. It was shut, but I placed the bonnet and radiator against, and gently touched the accelerator.The damn thing didn't move.So I pushed a little harder. The resultant increase in noise made a few people turn, but the door slowly swung backwards, and I made it wide enough for me, and then drove out, bumping over the steps and cobbles, before getting to the bridge to the catacombs.Ah, I forgot, I destroyed it. So I had to take a fifteen minute detour down the main street, never doing more the prodding the accelerator, I was trying to be as quiet and unnoticeable as possible. The Reventon got to the main gate, and then had to contend with the mud. Fortunately the Lambo was four wheel drive, but in scale it was much harder to get going over the occasional mud patch. I eventually bunny hopped around a large crater, spluttered through a mud puddle, and came to the great ramp to the catacombs. I drove up it, flooring it a few times to get rid of all the mud. I rolled up through the still open door, and into the tunnel. It was very dark, all the torches had been removed, and I lit my head lights, and the powerful lamps illuminated the passages very nicely. There were still a few people about, and as I hummed past, they turned to look at the dim shape. All I had to do was turn off my lights, and only Doran would find me, unless someone tripped over the Reventon. After five minutes of driving along several bends, I finally found what I was looking for. A huge sunlit section, with the vistas of landscape spreading out beyond. I was on the top, just above was the remains of the bridge I had vaporised.The rock floor I was parked on was completely opaque, thick dark coloured rock, but as I gently drove forward, I butted the invisible rock with the radiator.Now I looked hard, there was a faint inconsistency, it wasn't quite perfectly clear, but there was more than enough to see. As I looked towards the gate, I saw that the party were coming, likewise interested to see this spectacle. I quickly drove back out before they got to the ramp, and opened the door to the wrecked bridge, standing on two feet of solid rock. I heard the others pass through, and then spoke on a closed line to Draco. "Here, Draco, I'm completely lost.Could you pass your rolling video, so I can see where you are?" he did so, and I could see him walking behind Devlin and Mykerinos. I changed into my Lightning form, and hovered high above the rock wall, so you had to be standing directly at the illusion, and looking up to see me. Finally they came to the same sight I had seen, and Winslo immediately started speaking with the Dul'Ihanri leader, while everyone else spoke of the advantages it had. I set myself to a gentle descent, still keeping eyes on what Draco was seeing. He was looking out of the window from the back of the group, and as I descended past the ruins of the bridge, I saw myself arrive on Draco's viewer. I stopped, and hovered gently, turning til I was facing the dragon. He smiled. "You do know we can't hear you." "That's what I was intending to find out."I replied."Did they hear the explosions and cries, or was it all a silent movie?" "What is Alduin doing hovering, observing the wall?" "I'm looking through the wall, Time."I replied through her head set, and everyone else's. Mykerinos turned and saw me. "Here, how does he know where we are?" "He's cheating.He's connected to my camera, and sees everything I am seeing." Draco replied. "That's very worrying, seeing something like that there." "Tell you what, you go down to the bottom floor, and I'll drop a couple of bombs, so we can see what it looks like." "Alduin's had a genius moment." Simba smiled. "That's a first."I beat everyone to the line, and Mykerinos took them down to the bottom floor. As they looked out, Draco spoke. "O.K., when are you doing it?" As soon as he started speaking, I dropped one of my bombs. What they saw was a black object falling very fast, and exploding. The explosion happened right against the wall, and many of my friends impulsively backed away. The fire surged against the invisible rock, and deflected away. "I guess it's like Winslo's shield." I commented. "Yeah, along the same lines, except Shield only lasts for a few minutes, and I can't attack back." "It looked cool." Brendan replied."Middle of the fireball, and completely unharmed.What if the rock was struck?" "Well, it was have to be a dispel magic spell, or an immensely strong physical attack, and I'm not prepared to let Alduin attack it, in case he damages the spell." "Fair enough." I replied, hovering down to their level.I changed, and walked over to the wall, tapping the rock gently with a knuckle. "Excellent, he can't get in, let's have a go at him." Draco laughed. Valmeero laughed too." Alduin, that's a solid rock wall, there's no way that you'll get in." I looked thoughtful. "Yes there is." "Oh, how, you're going to batter it down with your shoulder?" Brendan chuckled. "No,but there's a perfectly serviceable door a hundred metres up." Doran replied. "You were thinking exactly what I was."I smiled, and nodded directly at the wolf. I changed into my Lightning form, and hovered upwards. As I got to the ledge, I changed back into the Reventon form, and purred down the corridors with my lights off. I cut the engine as the car went down hill, rolling with gravity's natural help. Finally I heard the party approach, and stopped to one side, beside a black boulder.I waited as Mykerinos walked past, Devlin and Draco following. One by one they filed past, Doran was the last, and as he walked past he turned and winked at me.I changed into my Lightning form, and switched on the high beams just as I ignited my engine. Doran had closed his eyes, but everyone else turned in shock, and were blinded by the high watt arc lights. The roar was deafening, and two streaks of dragon flame washed over my steel panelling as both Dev and Draco reacted instantly,very accurately sending flames at me. I laughed as the heat surged around me, and the hideous cackling bounced off a hundred walls to add to the cacophany. Everyone's clothing was being whipped back by the power of my exhaust as I was hovering at about one and a half metres height. Everyone had their hands over their eyes, or looking through them at my sight. They also all looked scared witless.Because of the lights and the darkness of my panelling, I was invisible, it just looked like two lights suspended in mid air. I changed into my Reventon form, and rolled further down the corridor while the team got used to the sudden quiet and lack of blinding lights, as I switched them off when I changed. "What the hell was that?" Draco demanded in his headphones. "Magical spell?" Winslo asked,"I think it's deafened me." "Well, you heard his question, so you can't be deaf." Thomas replied. "Thomas, anyone would have heard Draco's question, hard of hearing or not." Valmeero replied. "It looked like two floating lights, and a nasty laugh. Are any of us being followed by a hag?" I changed, and walked up, my footsteps the only sound apart from the talking, and I shouted as I came up. "Guys, did you hear something up here? I heard something very loud from down there." Doran was trying not to laugh, but the light was so dim no one saw his shivering frame. "Alduin, did you see anything? Did something go past you?" "Nothing went past me. What was it?" "It could have been anything." Time said. Devlin nodded. "We didn't see anything of it, because it was behind the glare." I stopped, and looked at Doran."How interesting.What do you think it was, Doran?" "I think it was a model F-35B Lightning, with it's high beams switched on." he replied,straight faced. "Yeah, I think that's what it was too." There was a very long pause.Javid was the first to get it. "You utterly evil, little man!" "I'm six foot two, thank you. If Doran had said, you would have all noticed my sitting there in the darkness, in my Lambo form. Thomas surprised me on that bear planet, I scared the lot of you here." Salbar smiled." And did a very good job of it." "The equivalent of a flash bang." Thomas replied. Then everyone else got it. Draco burst forward."Right, that's it. No one does that and gets away with it." I changed into my Lamborghini form, and started driving away."And how many people have ever done that before?" He changed into his Ferrari."None, and you're not going to start a trend." But the four wheel drive Reventon was faster down the corridors, I lost him, and, with blacked out lights, drove slowly back up the hill after they had gone. A few of them had very graciously left their mikes on, so I could hear them discussing my evil joke. Most found it funny now, especially Thomas, he had been waiting to see how I would get him back for spilling my coffee. Time was merely acidic, but appreciative. Draco was the only one who was annoyed, and as I purred to the hall, I could see them discussing at the door. I was still in the darkness, and as they walked out, I followed on in silence. Finally Doran stopped, and I rolled up to him as he bent to tie up his shoelaces on the top of the ramp. "Cheers for not telling everyone." "Oh I like a good joke as much as the next person. I hope you recorded that." "Did you think I wouldn't?The reaction was brilliant.I'll send it to you now." Devlin came back up. "What was that about recording?" "I got a shot of you firing flame at me, and it washing over me.Good blind shot.I'm sending it to your glasses now." There was a pause as both accessed the video of the entire thing. "Black on black, wasn't exactly easy to spot." Doran commented. "I can't believe it, you knew it was coming, and you didn't say." Devlin sighed at the wolf, who merely smiled. Draco came back up, and I pointed at the edge of the ramp. "That's one back."I said, before he could get a word in,"Another hundred to go." "For scaring the life out of me that bad, it has to be at least ten. When I jump you, it's normally not that awful." "Oh really? You're a dragon, one and a bit feet taller than me, I'd say it counts for one. Besides, you flamed at me." "And can you blame me?" "Of course not. It was hilarious." "It is,"Doran replied,"I'm sending the video to you now, Draco." I drove past them, and down the ramp to the others. Simba bent down. "That was a gem of a scare you gave Draco." "Gave all of you." I replied, changing into my Lightning form. Simba spotted the mud I had picked up from my last journey across the plain. "God you're filthy, when's the last time you washed?" "Well, I drove through a mud puddle, is it that surprising?" I replied. Winslo smiled."I can fix that."He cast a spell, enclosing me in thick ice.I sighed. "That isn't helping." "Yes it is, wait til it melts, and then all the ice will wash away the mud." "Ah, this is revenge for me terrifying you.Very well." I ignited my engine, and vaporised the ice behind me.I rotated the engine down, and melted most of the ice beneath me. I fired my machine guns, which split most of the ice in front, and then changed into my human form, leaving a small pile of ice underneath, and an amused audience. "Can't you ever lose?" "Not when I don't want to.I'd even settle for a draw." Devlin came down the ramp."What if I challenged you to a fight, right now?" "Well, do I really have to resort to my guns?I am in an annoyed mood today, unless anyone's noticed." "What about him trying to fuck you?" Valmeero suggested. "Seeing as he enjoys that, that's not losing." Brendan replied. "Oh dear, I feel an orgy coming on." I shot back at the dragon. "Sounds good to me, who's in?" Everyone raised their hands, me included. Draco hadn't caught this last bit, and spoke. "So even Alduin's voting Alduin off the team? Dear god, things must be bad." "Well, if you don't want to join in the sex, that's fine by you." I retaliated. Draco smiled. "Ah, hence the casting vote." "Since when did you have the casting vote?" Doran replied. "Well, I'm quite prepared to fuck you until you agree I have the casting vote." "That would mean going through all of us, and I would take too long to coerce." Devlin replied. "Although I wouldn't mind Devlin having the biggest vote." I smiled,"He's got the biggest one here." There was a loud laugh at this. We went back to Mykerinos, and told we were leaving. "Farewell, my lords and lady, you will always be welcome here." "Good bye, Mykerinos." I said, and we vanished. "Now," said the glower,"who's going to...." Bang, bang bang. A Porsche and a Reventon were standing where me and Simba had been, several more bangs, and Devlin, Draco and Valmeero were standing where everyone had been seconds before.The glower sighed, and completed the sentence. "...tell us what happened.They really don't like it, do they?" "Well,I'm exempt,"I replied,"because no one trusts a word I say." "And no one likes sitting in a room full of glowers, because they terrify me." Simba replied. "That's a bit harsh." Keen replied, sounding pained."We do appear to be intimidating, but we're gentle.We haven't got angry for months." I have never seen a glower angry, and judging by the look on Draco's face, I don't want to. The two dragons looked at one another, and Valmeero looked at Draco. Draco sighed. "Keen, it looks like I've drawn the short straw again, but I swear this time it's all true." "Well, seeing as you brought back Grant mortally injured..." "How is he?" I jumped on the line. "Arachno's still fighting.I would urge no one to go there." Thus rebuked, we headed to the food store, the four of us remaining. Draco headed off with the glower, and we entered the food store looking down. Everyone looked up as we entered. "We won." I said," but at what cost, we know not." The entire room was silent. We sat down, and while I didn't drink, this was one time where a stiff drink would come in handy. I had nothing, only Lift Plus, so I drunk the last one those, and fell back into my chair. We told them what had happened after I got back, and people cheered up at my spastic act. The prank I pulled on them was also well recieved, because Centralites enjoyed a joke, and mine was a gem. But all this was dampened by Grant's absence. Finally I teleported back to Earth, due to the stifling atmosphere in the food store. The orgy we were suggesting about didn't happen, and I went for a walk down the street. As I did, life continued about on it's way, and I sat there, Sunday afternoon, nothing to do, nothing to say. Eventually I went to the internet cafe, in a vain attempt to take my mind off things, and watched videos on Youtube. None of the games I dared play, for all of them involved war, and I couldn't play when I had just experienced the real thing. I just sat there, listening to Forever Autumn across my headphones. "The summer sun is fading as the year grows old The darker days are drawing near The winter winds will be much colder Now you're not here." "Through Autumn's Golden gown we used to kick our way You always loved this time of year Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now 'cause you're not here." "A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes. As if to hide a lonely tear. My life will be forever Autumn now 'Cause you're not here. 'cause you're not here."

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Title: Max and Rosie Tags: desire, frustration, yearning, romance The shrill sound of the tea kettle shattered Max's reverie. He was remembering when he and Rosie met thirty-eight years ago. Sighing deeply, he looked down at the yellow mug and remembered the vision of the two of them rowing down the Charles River that May morning, the night after their first date, the first of many, before shocking everyone they knew by getting married one April weekend while still in their senior year of college. He had been attending Harvard and she was at Radcliffe, a few years after the two colleges had begun sharing courses. He often remembered Rosie walking in on the first day of their Chaucer course. She had stood at the doorway and looked around the crowded room for a seat. He was immediately captivated by her pretty, oval-shaped face, high cheekbones and the serious intensity in her eyes as she scanned the crowded room, then the delighted, almost childlike smile when she saw the empty chair next to him. She asked if he minded her sitting there, and he turned and looked around the room. "Well, there aren't any other seats in the room, so I guess it's okay." He could still see her that day with her thick, bushy, brown hair and horn-rimmed glasses, an appearance so unlike most of the other women with their long straight hair, tailored clothes, aristocratic air, who looked as if they had just stepped out of an advertisement in Seventeen or Glamour. She wore a long flowery skirt that came below her knees and a baggy green turtleneck sweater, several rows of a beaded necklace and sandals. She looked, more bohemian than Ivy. When she sat down next to him, his heart leaped in a way that surprised him, having no idea at the time where that moment would lead. Max poured the water into Rosie's yellow mug, then glanced over at her as she sat at the kitchen table, staring out the window, her chin resting on her hand. *What is she thinking about? What is she trying to remember?* Dipping the Earl Grey teabag into the mug, he watched the water turn bronze-colored, knowing how strong she liked her tea and how long the bag had to steep before it was just right. Stirring in a little honey, he heard the little ping of the toaster-oven and noticed the orange light go out, then reached for the rye toast Rosie loved. He placed it on the plate with the blue lily enameled in the center. He made sure he served the rye toast on the same plate every time because of the way it made her smile. She always said, "Ah, my favorite dish." He liked it when she remembered little things like that. He had brought out the raspberry jam and now he spread it on the toast. This was their four o'clock ritual—tea and rye toast with raspberry jam. They would sit at their round oak kitchen table and watch the blue jays, yellow-headed finches and occasionally, doves, come to the feeder. He loved the way the birds made her smile as they watched quietly. "Oh, look," she'd say, "what's the name of that bird?" Max could see by her squinting eyes she was straining to remember, trying to form the words, but they wouldn't come through her pursed lips. "That's a dove." "Dove, yes, that's it, a dove." Her eyes widened as she nodded. A small smile formed on her lips then became a laugh. Her smile still warmed his heart and her eyes still had that twinkle. "Drink your tea before it gets too cold, dear," he said, straightening the shawl on her shoulder. "Oh, yes, the tea, thank you." She looked down at her mug then smiled at Max. "You take such good care of me," she said, reaching for his hand, which he took and gently kissed her fingers. They looked at each other and smiled. She picked up a piece of toast and took a bite, leaving a speck of raspberry jam on her lower lip. Max took a paper napkin from the holder on the table and reached over to wipe the speck away. "Oh, thank you, dear," she said. "This jam is so delicious. What kind is it?" "Raspberry, it's your favorite." "Raspberry, yes, raspberry, my favorite." Max looked at his wife as she took another bite of toast. She seemed so fragile in the late afternoon sunlight, but he loved how the sun made her hair look silver, and how it felt as if his heart was melting when he saw how beautiful she looked sipping her tea. He thought back to the first time they went for coffee after the Chaucer class. It was a month or so into the course before Max had the nerve and opportunity to ask her because ordinarily, as soon as the lecture was over, Rosie closed her notebook, picked up the heavy Complete Chaucer textbook, and rushed out of the class, usually nodding goodbye to him. Finally, he had the nerve to ask her if she'd like to have a cup of coffee with him and so, sitting over coffee at the Coffee Nook Cafe, they had their first conversation. Max learned she was from Philadelphia, was top in her class at Girls' High and had won a full scholarship. This was the only way she could have ever attended Radcliffe since her father was a tailor for a dress manufacturer, her mother a part-time librarian. She loved acting and had performed in a number of plays in college and was part of The Abbey Players, an amateur theater company. Max was dazzled by the way she suddenly started reciting the lines of the nurse in Romeo and Juliet, how she became transformed before his eyes as she became the character. Their conversation flowed from topic to topic, an endless number of stories from their lives, their thoughts on everything. She made him laugh by mimicking different people when she told stories, and he marveled at how animated, alive and funny she was. After sitting there for three and half hours, he was more certain then ever that what he'd sensed when he first saw her walk into the class and sit next to him, was correct. Rosie was an amazing person and he was completely captivated by her. "Oh, aren't those flowers beautiful?" she asked, looking out the window at the daffodils and tulips she'd planted over the years. "What kind are they? It's on the tip of my tongue," she added, moving forward so she could see the whole row of them by the fence. "The yellow ones are daffodils and the red and white ones are tulips," Max told her. "Oh, yes, daffodils," she repeated. "What day is it?" she asked picking up her cup and taking a sip. "It's Thursday," Max answered, seeing her nod. "Leah called earlier to see how you were." "Leah? Who's Leah? That name sounds familiar." "She's our daughter," Max answered, suddenly remembering the time they had been in an elevator, going to see Santa Claus, and a large black man stepped in and Leah, who was three, said, "Mommy, I don't like black people," and Rosie said, "Well, you picked a hell of a time to tell me," which made the black man laugh. Max was always amazed by how quick Rosie's mind was, how she made their friends laugh when they came over for dinner. Rosie was the funniest and most intelligent person he had ever known and seeing her brilliant mind withering into the fog of Alzheimer's right before his eyes was unbearable. When Rosie finished her toast, she took a sip of her tea and looked at Max. "That was good." She sighed and reached over and took his hand, "You're a nice man." "Thank you, dear, you're a wonderful woman," Max said, putting his hand on hers, taking it and giving it a little squeeze. "You've made me very happy." "I have?" She looked at him as if trying to understand what he said. "Well, that's nice of you to say," she added. "I like how you look at me. You seem like such a kind man." Max nodded, smiled and moved her hand to his lips again, kissed her fingers then sighed, looking at her. He picked up her dish with its piece of crust left and her yellow mug. He took them to the sink, looked out the window at the flowers and the bird feeder, then glanced back at Rosie, noticing her eyes narrowing as she looked around the kitchen, concentrating, studying it as if she was in a museum looking at a painting. Max reflected on how she loved to cook, remembered her delicious carrot cake, the stuffed mushrooms she made as appetizers when they had guests over and thought about how she hadn't cooked for the last two years. Seeing the look on her face broke his heart, something that happened almost every day, and he wondered what would become of her as she faded further and further away from him and their life together. Max often remembered how passionate their dating became. They had been together every day, studying together, taking walks, picnics, rowing on the river, making love every chance they had. He remembered how they surprised their parents when they announced they had just gotten married in the rabbi's office in the middle of the semester. The rabbi was reluctant, but then said, "Oh well," after seeing how determined they were. They had a weekend honeymoon at The Light House Bed and Breakfast on Cape Cod. The professor, Dr. Lewellyn, took roll when they returned to class on Monday, cleared his throat when he came to her new name and everyone in the room applauded their reckless abandon. Finally, after the initial shock and disapproval, their parents met each other and held a celebration, inviting relatives and friends to a big party, the summer after Max and Rosie graduated. Max and Rosie were glad they hadn't had a big expensive wedding. Max was twenty-two and Rosie was twenty and they had no idea what they were going to do to support themselves. For a while they worked as waiter and waitress at a small café, glad they could work together, but eventually, they went on to graduate school and lived in a tiny fourth-floor apartment, surviving on the small teaching fellowships they were awarded. Rosie got her Master's degree in Theater, Max in English, and she taught drama at the local high school until Leah was born, while Max taught literature and creative writing at the Montgomery County Community College. Four years ago, the symptoms of Rosie's illness became apparent. Max had wondered why she'd taped labels to all the drawers in the kitchen with the words silverware and on the cabinet doors, the words dishes, cups, glasses. This baffled him because all she had to do was look inside and she would know what was there. Then one day she called him on the phone and asked if he would come pick her up at the market. When he asked why she just didn't drive her car home, she said she was tired and didn't feel like driving. The next day, he drove her back to the market for her car and she followed him home. Soon, she stopped driving altogether and asked Max to drive her places and it became clear, she couldn't remember how to get to where she wanted to go. When they went to see Dr. Goldstein, their family doctor, to determine what was going on, Max could see she was trying to hide her failing memory using her sense of humor. "What's the name of the President?" Dr. Goldstein asked. Rosie looked at Max and then answered, "Obama. President Obama." This was two days after he had been elected and they watched the celebration on television. Max and Rosie had talked about it during the drive to the doctor's office, but when he asked her what day it was, she said, "What difference does it make?" Her deterioration was slow but the forgetfulness became more consistent until Max had to teach part-time at the college. The day she was found in the backyard of a house on the next block, trying to open the door, thinking it was her home, it became clear she could no longer be left alone. Max couldn't afford to stop working completely or he would lose the full amount of his social security and they needed the health insurance the college provided. Still, he was in debt for the medicines they'd tried in an attempt to slow down the disease, realizing eventually, nothing would change the inevitable. "Let's go for a walk," Max said, coming over to the table. "Let's go to the park and feed the ducks." "Oh yes, the ducks, we haven't fed them, have we?" she said, seeming to vaguely remember that they often took a walk before dinner. Max tore up some pieces of bread and placed them in a small paper bag. Rosie was still wearing her shawl and Max was wearing the blue wool sweater she had knitted for him ten years earlier. It was his favorite sweater. "That sweater looks nice on you," she said, admiring it. "You made this sweater for me over ten years ago." "I did? Well, I like how it looks on you. You look so handsome." Max laughed because she always told him how nice he looked in the sweater. At the park, they sat on the bench where they sat every afternoon and threw pieces of bread to the ducks, watching them swim and swallow each offering. They laughed at the strange quacking sounds when the the ducks flapped their wings, then swam under water and then popped up. "I like it here," Rosie said. "I do too," Max said, wondering how long it would be before even feeding the ducks would be impossible. At first, Leah came and took care of her mother on Tuesdays and Thursdays while Max taught his classes, but then she went from part-time to full-time at the mental health clinic she worked at, so it became essential to get outside help. Leah had called several agencies and was turned off by their questions and attitude and knew her father would be turned off too. She asked her colleagues if they knew anyone, then one day the director told her that his neighbor's sister was a nurse and had just arrived in town and was looking for work. Leah met Robin at the food co-op for coffee and was not only impressed with the woman's credentials and experience, but liked her exuberance and sense of humor. She learned that they were both thirty-four. Robin had grown up on a farm in central Pennsylvania called Rainbow's End, had been home-schooled, or rather unschooled, as she described it, and was accepted by the University of Pennsylvania Nursing School. After graduating, Robin worked at Mercy Hospital in Trenton, New Jersey but had just moved in with her sister after breaking up with the man she had been living with for two years. Leah enjoyed their conversation and thought Robin would bring some refreshing liveliness to the house and would be someone her father would enjoy talking to now that her mother was not able to have conversations of any substance. Robin was living at her sister's house while looking for a place of her own, but Leah suddenly got the idea to rent her old room to Robin in exchange for her taking care of her mother and helping take care of the house. In addition to the room, she would get seventy-five dollars a week for personal expenses. Having Robin living at the house was a win-win situation because it would be less expensive for everyone and her father wasn't the housekeeper her mother had been when she was well. Max was resistant at first. He liked his privacy and didn't like the idea of someone else living in the house, but when he met Robin, he liked the way she looked at him with her blue eyes and her firm handshake. He noticed how she looked around the kitchen and seemed to be taking in everything at a glance. He loved how warmly she greeted Rosie as soon as she saw her, how she took her hand and gently rubbed her shoulder and how Rosie looked at her and smiled. He liked Robin's gentle manner, how healthy and radiant she seemed and he consented to the arrangement for a trial period. Robin understood Max's reluctance and assured him she would respect his privacy, that she loved to read and was also a painter and would set up a studio in the bedroom if that was acceptable. "Dad, this will be good for you, you'll see," Leah said before leaving that afternoon. "My art supplies are being shipped and should be here in a few days," Robin told Max after putting her things in the bedroom. She immediately went back into the kitchen and sat down next to Rosie who was staring out the window. Max watched Robin, admiring the way her light brown hair came just below her shoulders, but he also noticed her slender body, how her breasts strained her green T-shirt and how her snug black yoga pants clung to her round ass, causing him to swallow and stare, before looking away. *Those pants are so tight.* He looked up at the clock and saw it was almost four. "I was just going to make some tea. Rosie loves tea and rye toast with raspberry jam...would you like some?" "That would be lovely," Robin said, glancing up at Max. "It's our ritual." "That's important, having rituals like that." "She has a favorite dish." He held it up. "She likes the blue lily." "Good. That's sweet of you to make her toast and serve it on the dish she likes." "She used to know who I was when I served it but she's more confused now. I'm not sure if she really knows me." "She's aware of something, I'm sure. It's hard to know what's she's thinking or remembering." Max filled the kettle with water and got three mugs down. He opened the red breadbox next to the toaster-oven and took out several slices of rye bread. "I'll just have tea. Just make the toast for her," Robin said. "By the way, I love to cook. I could make both of you a nice dinner tonight, if you would like." "Really?" Max said, placing the rye bread in the toaster. "That would be nice. I'm not sure what we have. Rosie doesn't have much of an appetite and I usually open a can of soup or make a cheese sandwich." "Well, she has to eat and so do you. Does she take supplements, you know, vitamins?" "Yes, and she loves oranges. I always have oranges." After pouring the tea and bringing Rosie the toast with raspberry jam and placing Robin's mug in front of her, he sat down next to Rosie. "Robin's going to be living here and taking care of you," Max said, touching his wife's hand. Rosie looked at Robin then at Max. "That's nice. Why is she here?" "To take care of you and help around the house." "Oh, that will be nice." Robin made a tuna casserole for dinner and they ate together, then just before she took Rosie to her bedroom to get her ready for bed, she said to Max, "Now don't you do the dishes, just relax." Max sat in the living room in his recliner reading the New Yorker, but was aware of Robin washing the dishes and humming while she put things away. *She has a nice voice...this is strange having such a young woman living here. She's nice...pretty, seems like a good nurse. Maybe this will work out.* When she came into the living room, she sat down on the couch across from him. She was still wearing the same outfit, but took off her sandals and tucked her feet under her and looked around the room, then at Max. "This must be so hard for you." Max looked up and nodded. "She's really fading. She used to be so lively and funny. The funniest person I know. We used to listen to Jeopardy after dinner and she would have made a bundle if she had gone on that show...she was so quick. It's really hard to see her like this." "I can imagine. I know I took care of one man who had dementia and it was hard for his wife, but she got really impatient with him, like she was angry at him for losing his mind. She was sarcastic and said mean things that he must have heard." "Really." Max shook his head. "That's terrible." "They didn't have a good marriage. Nothing like what you and Rosie have. Her name was Althea. She would turn on the TV in the morning and he sat there most of the day while she went around doing stuff. She went out a lot when I was there." "I thought you worked at a hospital." "I did but I got laid off when the hospital had to cut back and I got a job with this agency. I didn't live-in, but I came in the morning and left after dinner. It was sad seeing him fade away and she seemed relieved when he finally died. She didn't even cry when she saw me give the last shot of morphine then take away the oxygen." Max listened, becoming more curious about Robin."Leah told me you grew up on a farm and never went to school before getting accepted to nursing school." "Right, I was lucky to grow up at Rainbow's End. My sister Lark and I never went to school and my parents just let us play and learn what we wanted to. We had a lot of books in the house and we took care of the goats and chickens and helped in the big garden we shared with the other families who lived there. None of the kids on the farm attended school, but our friend, Tollie, got accepted to Harvard." "Really, that's interesting. Both Rosie and I were pushed to do well in school by our parents so that we would get scholarships, and we both got into prestigious colleges and we made sure Leah kept up with her studies. She graduated near the top of her class." "I tried ninth grade in the local school for two months, but it was the biggest waste of time. It was all memorizing, so I left so that I could read and do things I was really interested in like painting. Then I took the SATs and got into nursing school. I was going to go to art school but I'm glad I didn't. I love taking care of people." Leah was right, Robin's lively presence added good energy to the house. She made Rosie laugh when she sliced up an orange for her and placed the rind over her teeth and smiled at Rosie. When she swept the kitchen floor and Rosie was sitting looking out the window, Robin gently swept Rosie's feet then said, "Oops," which made Rosie laugh hysterically. Robin often plugged her iPod into a speaker she had and played old songs from the seventies and it seemed like Rosie was remembering songs she liked. Rosie even moved her head from side to side. A few times, Robin got Rosie out of her chair and took her hand and they danced. Robin snapped her fingers and wiggled her hips and Rosie did the same thing and laughed. Max enjoyed Robin's manner with Rosie and thanked her every day for all the things she did that were beyond the routine of taking care of Rosie's needs—showering her, taking her to the bathroom, combing her hair, making sure she took her medication and vitamins. Several times a week, she would dress Rosie in one of her old outfits and let her look at herself in the mirror. "You look so beautiful," she would say. Rosie smiled as she looked at herself. Robin would then present her to Max who would look up at her and smile. "You wore that dress when we saw Les Miserables at the Academy." "Really, this is the dress I wore that night?" Rosie smiled and looked down at her outfit. "I think I remember that night." Robin kept the kitchen and other rooms spotless. She made delicious meals and would sit with Max while she made up a menu for the week and together they would make a shopping list for him in order to save trips to the market. He did the shopping on Thursdays after his classes, but occasionally Robin borrowed Max's old Volvo and would do the shopping and pick up items she needed. They settled into a routine and Max enjoyed Robin's presence in the house and the way she respected his need for quiet and privacy. She stacked Max's New Yorker magazines neatly and put them in a corner out of the way rather than leaving them in a sloppy pile on the floor next to his recliner. She brought Max tea while he was writing in his small office or going over his students' stories from his creative writing class. Rarely did she join them for their afternoon ritual of tea and raspberry jam on rye toast, but many times she walked to the park with them to feed the ducks. "I love the fresh air and this park is so beautiful," she would say. She also picked wildflowers which she brought back and placed in a vase that she put in the middle of the round oak kitchen table. Rosie was now in a wheelchair and Max would push it slowly while they went to the park, but gradually, Rosie stopped tossing bread and it was just Max and Robin feeding the ducks. Eventually, as it got colder and it appeared Rosie didn't know where they were or didn't care, they stopped going to the pond. Leah came over several times a week to visit and after greeting her mother, would join Robin to drink coffee and chat. Leah would tell her about Ron, the man she had been living with and how the relationship wasn't going anywhere and she wasn't sure what to do. Robin listened and Max could hear their voices from where he sat in his office or the living room and was fascinated by Robin's perceptive comments. "What do you expect? He's a mama's boy and wants someone to take care of him. Don't be a doormat." Not only did Max appreciate how well Robin took care of Rosie, he enjoyed looking at her while she cooked or cleaned. Rather than wearing a nurse's uniform, he liked how casually she dressed and noticed how her ass strained the tight jeans she usually wore, or the black yoga pants she'd had on the first day. Sometimes she wore shorts or cutoffs and tank tops or T-shirt and a few times he saw her dash into the bathroom at night wearing a short nightgown that barely covered her ass. She was unaware that Max was paying any attention, or how aroused he got because he hid his glances and pretended not to notice how she dressed. She felt comfortable in the house and as the months passed became more relaxed and casual around him. Most nights after Rosie went to bed and the kitchen was cleaned up from dinner, they would have tea and talk, but gradually they started drinking the wine that Max began buying to have with dinner. They would finish the bottle which made both of them more relaxed. Sometimes, they would sit at the kitchen table and Robin would put her feet up on one of the chairs, stretching out, leaning back. Max would notice how her breasts pressed against her T-shirt and he could see she wasn't wearing a bra which caused her nipples to poke at the thin material. He'd look away but would find himself drawn to looking at her and wishing he could control his growing desire for her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Robin and became familiar with her wardrobe. He always noticed what she was wearing and became excited when she wore a particular T-shirt or blouse that turned him on. He pretended not to notice or sometimes said how nice she looked that day, relating to Robin in his usual casual, friendly way, but more and more he was secretly thinking...*good, she's wearing that green tank top. I love her nipples, or, those jeans are so tight. Her ass looks so good in those jeans.* It had been at least three years since he and Rosie had sex and he recalled how awkward and uncomfortable he felt the last time because she no longer stroked his erection the way she used to. Also, when he rubbed her breasts or reached between her legs, he didn't know what to say or do when she asked in a bewildered frightened voice, "What are you doing?" He wanted to give her an orgasm and have one, but couldn't because she became tense and stiffened when he tried to enter her and she squirmed away. Finally, he rolled off of her and masturbated. He remembered the confused and puzzled expression in her eyes as she watched him moving his fist up and down his hard cock and realized that Rosie, the passionate, somewhat aggressive lover he knew in bed, was gone. He still loved holding her at night before they went to sleep, but she was now just the woman who slept next to him, no longer his lover. Max wondered if Robin was aware of how he looked at her, how his eyes roved over her body when she went about her day taking care of Rosie, how he loved seeing her ass straining her jeans when she wheeled Rosie around the house or out to the patio for fresh air. He wondered if she was swaying her hips for him when she walked into the living room after dinner, or if she could feel his eyes on her while she cooked dinner and whether she liked it. He noticed how she would look at him and smile, and he wondered if she knew what was going on, even though she didn't say anything. Robin occasionally went to her sister's house for a few hours on Sundays or sometimes on a Friday night. Max was aware that her sister was inviting men over to visit or arranging dates because Robin told Max everything about the guys she met and the few dates she had. Their conversations became intimate and he liked that she felt so comfortable with him. She even told him when she made out with one of the guys in his car but that was it. She told him that one of her dates, a guy named Alex wanted to take her to New York City for a weekend, but she decided she couldn't because of Rosie. Max wasn't certain how he felt about her dating and though he always said, "Have fun," he also wondered why he felt protective. Finally, he admitted to himself he was jealous and afraid she would fall in love with one of the men and was confused by what he was feeling. *Why am I jealous? This is ridiculous.* Though he was old enough to be her father, he enjoyed the way she listened when he talked about world events or a book he was lecturing on. He liked that she giggled at his corny jokes, or nodded at his astute observations. He enjoyed the way she would punch his arm and say, "now you're being silly." Max was a master of puns and often made her groan. He could tell she appreciated not only his lively mind and keen sense of humor, but also his wisdom. When she read a few of his stories or the poetry he wrote, he valued her responsive comments. She always said, "Wow. That made me cry," or, "I couldn't stop reading," or "You're amazing...that was so wise and deep. I loved it." Though it felt good to hear Robin's appreciation, Max remembered Rosie's praise as well as her useful suggestions. He still missed the way Rosie would look up when she finished reading something of his and smile before she commented, but he also remembered the way she'd close her eyes and take a deep breath before telling him what bothered her. He also missed listening to Rosie read his poetry out loud and the way she knew exactly how to emphasize certain words. The routine of having conversations with Robin in the evening after Rosie was in bed became more and more enjoyable, and he could tell that Robin also enjoyed their growing friendship. They would sit at the kitchen table where they had tea or finished the wine from dinner, or she would sit on the couch with her feet up under her and sketch, while he read his New Yorker on the recliner. Occasionally she would make popcorn when they watched a movie and they would sit together on the couch. She liked scary movies and Max liked how she would clutch his arm or shove her face against his shoulder or chest when she was frightened. Sometimes it was uncomfortable for him when they watched a romantic movie and a steamy sex scene came on, and he could hear her breathing and would become aroused, feeling her arm and thigh pressed against his. He would wonder if she was as aroused as he was, but they watched it quietly, and when it was over, she would say, "Wow, that was hot." They would sit together for a few moments after the movie ended and not say anything. Robin would look at Max and smile. They would gaze into each other's eyes, then Robin would sigh and pick up the empty bowl of popcorn and take it into the kitchen. She'd come back to the living room to say goodnight, and Max would smile and say, "Sleep well," or "Pleasant dreams," aware that he was trying not to look at her breasts or notice how the green tank top he liked revealed her cleavage. Often, when she'd walk away, he'd glance at her ass and the slight swaying of her hips and cringe at the sexual urges that swept over him. After she'd leave the room, he'd sit back on the couch, aware of how aroused he would get when he looked at her, but then he'd shake away his thoughts and look around the living room at all that he and Rosie had acquired over the years—the lamp from an antique shop in Vermont, the vases, the couch, the recliner he sat in and the floor-to-ceiling bookcase filled with all of the books they had accumulated since their college days. He would sigh and turn off the lamp next to his chair then walk down the hall and into the bedroom he still shared with Rosie, but would glance at the closed door of Robin's room on the other side of the bathroom. Rosie was always sound asleep and he'd listen to her quiet breathing. He'd lie next to her and while he could feel the warmth of her body, he'd look up at the ceiling and think about Robin in her room down the hall, but then he'd look over at Rosie next to him. He'd take a deep breath, aware of his confused feelings, then lean over and kiss the back of her head as she slept facing away from him. He smelled her fragrant hair, grateful that Robin used Rosie's Apple Blossom shampoo because he had told her how much he loved the smell when she washed Rosie's hair with it. One day, Max looked at himself in the mirror after shaving and decided to grow a beard. *I want a beard. What will Robin think?* That thought surprised him, but he knew he wanted Robin to be attracted to him the way he was attracted to her. He looked into his blue eyes, remembering how people often commented on his eyes. He liked his eyes and wished he didn't need to wear the wire-rimmed glasses. He thought about his eye doctor telling him he was developing cataracts and how it would be a good idea to have them removed because it would become difficult to drive at night. He would have twenty-twenty vision again and wouldn't need glasses except possibly for reading. *Maybe I should do that. I would look younger.* He looked at his wrinkled brow and noticed the lines around his eyes and wondered what he would look like with a beard. He had a beard when he first started Harvard, but had shaved it off two years before he met Rosie. He had a ruddy complexion and his skin was still smooth. He remembered how youthful his father looked when he was in his seventies and was grateful for the genes passed onto him. Despite his graying hair, people were surprised to hear he was fifty-eight. He looked at his gray hair which had grown longer in the last few years because Rosie used to cut it. When she was no longer able to do that, Max let it grow. He didn't want to pay twenty-five dollars for a haircut and remembered how it used to cost two dollars when he was in college. From time to time he would take scissors and cut it himself when it was getting too long and shaggy. "Your hair is long. I like it," Rosie said one day but never mentioned that she used to cut it. Leah just laughed and said he looked like an aging hippie. "Are you growing a beard?" Robin asked three days after he decided not to shave. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the stubble on his chin, then chuckled. "I think so. I had a beard when I was in college and thought, why not?" "I like beards." Robin studied Max's face for a few seconds and smiled, then turned back to slicing an onion for the omelet she was making for Rosie's breakfast. "Good. I'm glad you like beards." "Why is that good?" She glanced at him, gazing into his eyes and had a playful smile on her lips. "I don't know. It just is." Max looked at Robin's lips, her playful smile and the way she looked into his eyes and wondered if she was flirting or teasing. He knew he was suppressing his urge to kiss her. *I want to kiss her. Why is she looking at me like that?* Robin turned away and took the toast out of the toaster-oven and started buttering it. She threw the diced onions into the omelet, lifted her mug of coffee to her lips, then looked back at him and smiled."So you're growing a beard. Cool!" When he was close to her, he could feel her energy and it made standing next to her strangely appealing, as if he was being drawn to her like a butterfly drawn to a flower petal. *Her teeth are so white. She's so pretty...such a sweet smile. I wish I had the nerve to kiss her. I want to.* Normally, when he felt these urges, he would then do something to distract himself from her. He'd pour himself another cup of coffee, or sit down at the table and pick up the grocery list and study it. But that morning, Max didn't sit down or pour more coffee. He wanted to touch her, hold her, express the attraction he was fighting against and take the chance that she would accept his touch. Instead, he asked, "How does Rosie seem this morning?" "I've noticed she's sleeping a lot more," Robin said and faced him, her smile disappearing. "She doesn't seem good. Her appetite is gone. I'm concerned." He nodded and the longing to kiss her dissipated with the serious tone in Robin's voice. "I think you're right. I've noticed that too. What are you concerned about?" "She's lost a lot of weight. I weighed her yesterday and she's lost twelve pounds in the last two weeks." Robin put the omelet on the plate and placed it on a tray along with a cup of coffee and a small plate of orange slices. "She leaves half of her food." "She has to eat." "I know but this is a sign that she's getting ready to die. I've seen this before." Looking at Robin, he sighed, closed his eyes and turned away, holding back tears. The thought of not having Rosie in his life was unbearable, and yet he knew she was hardly in his life, that the Rosie of their thirty-six years of marriage was no longer the woman he married. It was like living with a ghost and he was holding on to her spirit, or the spirit he remembered, but now it was like trying to hold fog. She was a specter, and who knew what she was experiencing when she was awake and didn't recognize him sitting next to her or feel him getting into bed at night. He noticed her confused smile when Robin propped up her pillow and asked, "Can I get you anything?" or, "How are you Rosie?" It was as if she had no idea what Robin was saying and could only smile and even that began to fade as the weeks became months, and it took both of them to help Rosie into the bathroom or shower. While they did that, Max would feel Robin's hands, or her arm against his. He could see her breasts when she bent to help lift Rosie and he wanted to look away but didn't, and more and more he felt torn between their helping each other take care of his wife and his desire to take Robin in his arms and feel her body pressed against his and embrace her. *What's wrong with me? How can I look at her like this?* When they took Rosie back to bed and got her comfortable, he would look at Robin and she would look at him. They would see Rosie looking up at both of them before closing her eyes and knew she had no idea who they were. Max knew he was falling in love with Robin and was certain she had no idea what he was feeling or thinking. *Or did she,* he wondered. Sometimes he thought he saw her affection for him. He'd see it in her smile and in her gleaming eyes, but it seemed more like she felt affection for a member of a team working together to take care of his dying wife. The thought that she had sexual feelings for him, a married man, old enough to be her father, was too much to believe. At night, in bed, or while they were sitting in the living room after dinner, he would think sexual thoughts about Robin and hate himself for his fantasies of suddenly fucking her over the kitchen table or coming into her room at night while Rosie slept, but then he would shake those thoughts away and ask her how her painting was coming along, or whether she needed anything when he went into town. Sometimes, Max would look at Rosie sitting in her wheelchair at the kitchen table staring blankly down at her hands resting on her lap. He would look out at the yard at the blooming daffodils and tulips she had planted years ago, then at the blue jays at the feeder and the woodpecker pecking at the suet and remember how she loved feeding and watching the birds and how excited she would be when an oriole appeared, or a cardinal. "Look, an oriole!" she would shout, pointing. Now, she seemed oblivious to anything around her and Max would stare at her thin, pale face and bony arms and feel the burning ache in his throat and tears swelling. One April morning, almost ten months after Robin had moved in to care for Rosie, he looked up at her at the sink taking dishes from the drainer and placing them in the cabinet. She was humming softly. "What's today's date?" Robin glanced at her cell phone on the counter. "April eleventh." "Tomorrow's our thirty-seventh anniversary. April twelfth." "Really? Thirty-seven years." She looked at Rosie sitting in her wheelchair barely conscious, then at Max. "Are you going to do anything?" "Do anything?" He glanced at Rosie then at Robin. "What's there to celebrate? She doesn't know who I am or that we're even married." Looking back at Rosie, he sighed deeply, wearily, something he was doing more of lately. Seeing her sunken face, he closed his eyes to hold back his tears. His throat ached from the harsh burning of suppressing his need to cry and the effort to keep the words *I want my Rosie back* from bursting from his mouth. Quickly, he turned and looked out at the bird feeder then back at Rosie. Unable to contain himself, he suddenly stood up, pushed his chair aside, squeezed past Rosie in her wheelchair and left the kitchen to be alone, unaware that Robin had followed. He was surprised when he felt Robin's hand touching his shoulder. He looked at her standing behind him and saw her blue eyes gazing into his eyes. "You're such a sweet man. You've been such a good husband." Max wiped the tears from his eyes with his knuckle then took a deep breath. Robin's words were like music. The passionate sincerity in her voice overwhelmed him, and the way she looked at him sent a ripple of warmth through him. He didn't know how to respond. It was all he could do not to reach for her. He loved how she was looking at him and thought he saw her eyes become watery and sensed more than concern. *Does she feel what I feel?* He knew he would never forget that moment. "Thank you, Robin," he finally said. "She's gone. She doesn't know who I am. I miss her." "I know. I can see how hard this is for you." Robin touched his arm then held his hand. "Thank you. You've been a gift, Robin. I don't know what it would be like here if it wasn't for you." Her hand holding his thrilled him and his heart swelled. "It's been good for me too, living here, taking care of Rosie, getting to know you and becoming friends with Leah." Max nodded and smiled. "I'll be all right. I just lost it. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry. You've been strong and holding in so much pain. It has to come out. It's good to let yourself cry." "Let's go back. I don't like leaving Rosie alone." He took another deep breath and walked toward the kitchen. Before entering, he stopped and looked at Robin behind him. "You're wonderful." "Thanks...you're pretty wonderful, too." She smiled and touched his arm again. When they entered the kitchen, Max touched Rosie's shoulder then bent over and kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes and look up at him. "Tomorrow is our thirty-seventh anniversary, dear." Max sat down on the chair next to her wheelchair and took her hand. "That's nice," Rosie answered. "I think I should take a nap." Max glanced up at Robin and sighed at Rosie's response. Robin stood behind Rosie then turned the wheelchair around. "I'll be right back. How about making a pot of coffee?" While the water was boiling in the teakettle, Max put four scoops of coffee into the French Press then walked over and looked at all of the photos on the refrigerator door—snapshots of Leah when she was eight or nine sitting on his knee while he had his arm around Rosie. He moved closer to look at Rosie's face, her big smile, the wire-rimmed glasses she started wearing instead of the horn-rimmed ones she wore in college. He knew the picture was taken when they were in their forties and her curly brown hair was long. She was wearing her old plaid flannel shirt, tan Bermuda shorts and the yellow bandana she wore over her hair when she gardened. The picture had been taken by their neighbor, Gordon, who often stopped by to kibitz with Max, but who he suspected had a secret crush on Rosie. He looked at a photo of Rosie wearing a one-piece bathing suit and posing with her hand on her hips like she was in a beauty contest. He thought about the way they loved going to Long Beach Island for two weeks every summer and how she'd made a delicious dinner with the bluefish he caught that day. The teakettle whistled and Max poured the steaming water into the glass pot just as Robin came back into the kitchen and reached for two mugs from the shelf over the counter. Her arm brushed his and the touch made him realize how he desired her and wished he didn't. Between feeling the memories the photos awoke and Robin's presence next to him and the thought of the woman he had loved for thirty-seven years slowly dying before his eyes, he was being yanked back and forth between the past and the present like in a game of tug of war. *Why am I being faithful? Would it be cheating if she's no longer able to be my wife?This is nuts? I love Rosie but I love Robin too. I don't know what to do.* "She's asleep," Robin said and poured the coffee into their mugs. When they sat at the table, Max looked out at the bird feeder and then at the daffodils just beginning to bloom. They sat quietly and sipped their coffee in the late afternoon sunlight coming through the window. Max glanced up at the clock and noticed it was ten after four. "This is when we used to have tea and toast with raspberry jam." Robin looked up at the clock and at Max. "That was then and this is now. Be in the present. I know how hard this is, but it's important to try to accept what is happening and make it as good as possible." Max smiled and nodded. "I've been lonely. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here." "Well, I'm here and have been for over a year." "I know." "Funny how things happen. Sometimes I think it's destiny, but then I think things like this just happen." She took a sip of coffee. "There's no plan. No destiny." Max nodded. "Who could have known that Rosie would get Alzheimer's and I would need someone to take care of her and you would show up?" "Life happens." "Right, life happens...sometimes it's horrible and sometimes it's good and sometimes it's both. You never know." Max shrugged his shoulders. Robin picked up her mug and lifted it to Max as if offering a toast and he picked up his and tapped them together. "To luck," Robin said. "I'll drink to that." Max took a sip and lowered his mug to the table then sat back in his chair. He looked at Robin then sighed. "Robin, I have to confess something." "What?" "This is hard for me to say." "What? Tell me." "I'm very fond of you." He wanted to say more but couldn't He knew he was falling in love with her and wanted to embrace her, kiss her, feel her body responding to his desire, but that was out of the question. *How can I? Why can't I? I don't know what to do.* Robin smiled and looked down into her coffee. She gripped her mug with both hands then lifted it to her lips and sipped. "I'm fond of you too. You're pretty amazing. You really are." Max wanted to take Robin's hand and hold it but didn't. Robin finished her coffee, stood up and went to the back door. Max knew she probably wanted to change the topic and shift the conversation. He did, too. "I would like to plant some vegetables out there...a small garden. What do you think?" "Really. That's interesting." "We had a big garden at Rainbow's End. My mom and dad grew all of our food and my sister Lark and I helped. Everyone there gardened and we shared the fruit from the orchard." "Sounds beautiful." "I've missed gardening. I wonder if I'll ever go back there. All the houses are off the grid and everyone tries to live as self-sufficiently as possible. Our parents are all around your age, getting older and I know they would like us to keep it going." Max got up and stood next to Robin. He looked out at the backyard and saw the two peach trees Rosie and he had planted fifteen years earlier. The pink blossoms would be bursting to life soon and he remembered how the sight thrilled Rosie. He remembered filling up baskets with peaches and bringing them into the house then proudly looking at them sitting on the counter. "How many people lived at Rainbow's End?" he asked, shaking away that memory. "I don't know how many are there now, but, when I was growing up, there were three other families and we each had an acre of land and shared the orchard and common land and worked together on projects. We had a barn for the goats, but we all had a flock of chickens. My goat's name was Ruby. Molly still lives there with her family in the house she grew up in. Her parents, John and Mildred, started it when they gave this woman, Jenny an acre. She was their apprentice and she married Michael. They have a son, Tollie, who went to Harvard. I don't know what he's doing now." While Robin spoke, Max remembered the small vegetable garden Rosie had tended and the peach preserves she made. He remembered how proud she was of the tomatoes and peppers she grew and how she would say, "Everything in this salad came from the garden." He saw the small area where she'd had the garden. It was now covered with weeds and the wire fence she made to keep the deer out was a shambles. "Rosie had a garden out there. I bet we could get it back in shape." "Great. I didn't know she had a garden." "How could you? She doesn't remember it, and, until I looked out there, I didn't remember." Max closed his eyes and again tears swelled in him as he pictured Rosie on her knees with that yellow bandana and how much she loved her garden. He sighed and noticed Robin look up at him and smile when he wiped away the tears. *Why is she looking at me like that?* "So, do you think you'll ever go back to Rainbow's End?" Max asked, snapping out of his reverie. "I hope so. I want to, but right now I'm here taking care of Rosie...who knows what I'll do when I'm no longer her nurse." Max didn't say anything, but suddenly the thought of Robin not living in his house stunned him. She'll be gone when Rosie dies. "It will feel strange when you're not here and the house will be empty except for me." "You'll be fine. I'm sure." Robin smiled at him. "You'll be able to finish that novel you've been writing." "I guess. We'll see." "Well, tomorrow is your anniversary and in a few days we will resurrect Rosie's garden. What do you think?" Max took another deep sigh and looked out the backyard, then at Robin. "I could use the exercise. I like the idea." While standing there, they heard a car park in the driveway and a door slam, then saw Leah carrying flowers. When she came into the kitchen, she kissed her father on the cheek. "These are for your anniversary, Dad. They're snapdragons. Mom's favorite." "Thank you, but Mom won't know what they are." "I know, but I wanted to buy them for her and you. I have to run. Ron and I are going to a movie, and I'm already behind schedule. I'll call tomorrow." At dinner that night, Robin fed Rosie the chicken soup she'd made. Max sat across from them, watching how Robin held the spoon in front of Rosie's mouth as if she was feeding a child. "Open wide, this is good for you." He admired Robin's patience, how she smiled every time Rosie sipped and swallowed the soup. When she finished, she wiped Rosie's mouth with a napkin, and then went to the refrigerator and took out the vanilla ice cream and served it to her in the same green bowl she used every night. Max loved how Rosie licked her lips and closed her eyes as she savored the taste of the ice cream and the look of pleasure on her face sent a warm sensation through him. "She really loves that ice cream," Max said. "Let me feed it to her." Max took Robin's seat and lifted the ice cream to Rosie's lips. "You like this ice cream, don't you, dear? Remember when we always went to Russell's Ice Cream Parlor on Ridge Avenue after a movie?" He knew she had no idea what he was saying but hoped somehow his words registered. He also knew he was holding on to the tattered remnants of their life. He turned to Robin sitting next to him. "That was a ritual—going for ice cream after the movies." "Nice," Robin said, nodding and smiling. After Rosie went to bed and the kitchen was cleaned up, Robin and Max sat in the living room. He read the latest issue of the New Yorker and Robin made a list of the vegetables they would grow and drew a little plan. She read him the list and Max nodded then said he would get the tools from the garage and prune the peach tree. At breakfast the next morning, he saw that Robin had dressed Rosie in a white blouse with ruffles and a flowery long pink and blue skirt, one that she hadn't worn in many years. She'd put lipstick on her and combed her hair so that it was smooth. "Happy Anniversary," Max said, kissing Rosie's forehead and cheek. He lifted the vase of flowers. "Leah brought these here yesterday. They're snapdragons. Aren't they pretty? Leah knows how much you love snapdragons." Rosie looked at the flowers and at Max and then looked down at the skirt she was wearing. "We've been married for thirty-seven years." He looked at her hoping for some sign that she understood what he was saying. He moved the flowers closer to her nose. "Smell the flowers. Don't they smell good?" She continued looking at the flowers then up at Max and Robin watching her. "Happy anniversary," Robin said. "Would you like some oatmeal for breakfast?" "Oatmeal?" Rosie repeated. "I'm going to make oatmeal for you." Max poured her a mug of coffee and brought it to her. He put in a spoonful of honey and stirred it, then held it to her lips for her to sip. Just then the phone rang and Max picked it up. "Happy anniversary. Let me talk to Mom." "It's Leah," Max said, handing the phone to Rosie, who held it to her ear, listened, then handed it back to Max. "I just wanted to wish you and Mom a happy anniversary. Give her a kiss for me." "I will. Thank you for the flowers." Max looked down at Rosie sitting next to him in the wheel chair and could see she had no idea what was going on, but she stared at the flowers and had a slight smile on her lips. When he hung up, he leaned over and kissed Rosie. "That's a kiss from Leah." Rosie's smile broadened. It was the first time she had smiled like that in a long time. He looked up at Robin. "She smiled." "I saw. That's nice...sweet." She poured the oatmeal into a bowl, brought it to the table and fed Rosie. Two days later, Max pruned the peach trees and Robin started turning over the soil in the garden, digging up the weeds and placing them in an old compost pile she found in the corner of the yard. "We'll start composting the garbage." Each day, while Rosie slept, Robin and Max worked in the garden and it felt good to be outside and feel the warm sun. Max had fixed the wire fence and mowed the grass. Within a few weeks, the lettuce and spinach came up and they transplanted the tomatoes and pepper plants they bought at Chapman's Garden Center. As the weeks became months, Rosie continued to fade away, hardly eating, sleeping most of the day, going to the bathroom in the potty on her bed. She was disappearing more and more from his life as his feelings for Robin grew stronger. When Robin gardened, she often wore a faded blue baseball cap and her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes, and Max would stop what he was doing and watch her. He loved how vigorously she worked, how she looked in the tight cutoffs or jeans. She would look up and see him leaning on the shovel or rake, looking at her and she'd say, "Hey, dreamer. Get to work." He loved how she came into the kitchen with dirt on her cheek and gulped down glasses of water. At night, while Rosie slept in the hospital bed they had rented, Max slept in the bed they once shared and thought about Robin and how much he loved her and wished he could make love to her. He was torn between his desire for her and wondered how crazy it was that he was still being faithful to Rosie when she didn't know who he was. They were married, but it no longer felt like a marriage. He felt guilty for thinking about her death and how relieved he would be. He wondered if he loved her or the memory of her, and it became more and more painful to see her look at him with a blank look in her eyes. Sometimes he stood by the bed while Robin adjusted it and he felt her energy, her caring for Rosie and it made him love her even more. *I wish I had the guts to just go into her room at night and make love to her.* He knew it wouldn't be long before Rosie would die. He didn't know how long, but knew it was inevitable that he would no longer need a nurse and Robin would leave. The thought confused and disturbed him. It also filled him with guilt and dread. *I don't know what I'll do when she leaves.* He cherished how they sat together after dinner and talked about this and that, but mostly they talked about the garden and how Rosie was that day. Robin enjoyed cooking for Max and they were having salads from the garden most nights. Often, Max helped by slicing the onions and Robin would see the burning tears in his eyes and would laugh and say, "Thanks for slicing the onions." Sometimes they would go out on the patio and look up at the full moon and Max would think about how he and Rosie loved to sit out on the patio on summer nights and look at the moon and the fireflies and listen to the crickets. "Rosie and I used to sit out here like this, night after night." Robin smiled and nodded. "That must have been nice. It's beautiful here." Many nights, Max and Robin watched movies on the couch. They sat close to each other and shared popcorn, then they both checked in on Rosie. Max still kissed Rosie's forehead every night and said goodnight before he turned off her lamp. Robin watched and smiled, then they would go back to the living room or kitchen and talk until it was time to go to bed. Max would say goodnight and watch her walk down the hall to her room and wished he had the nerve to go with her, or that Robin would just take his hand and lead him there. Leah came over a few nights a week to see Rosie and talk to Robin. They had become good friends. Often the three of them sat in the kitchen and had coffee or tea and Max could tell that Leah knew how close he and Robin had become. She admired the garden and told them she could see how proud of it they were and she seemed to note how animated their conversation was when they talked about it. She could probably tell by the way they laughed and looked at each other that something special had grown between them that was different than it was months ago, but she never said anything. After a while, Max would excuse himself and go into the living room to read and let them talk to each other. Sometimes he could hear their conversation. Mostly Leah talked about her relationship with her boyfriend, Ron and how she knew she didn't want to marry him and wondered whether they should break up. One night, several weeks after a hospice worker started coming, he heard Leah say something that startled him. "My mom's going to die soon. What's going to happen with you and my dad?" "What are you saying?" Robin asked. "I don't know. You two seem so close." Max put down his magazine and listened. "I don't know what's going to happen. I'll probably try to find another job." "It's weird, but I think my dad is in love with you." Robin didn't respond. *I don't believe she said that.* After a few seconds, he heard Robin say, "He's a very special person. It's remarkable what a wonderful man he is and how devoted he has been to your mom." "This has been such an ordeal for him," Leah said. "I think he's going to be completely lost when she dies." "He'll be fine. It will be hard at first, but he's a strong man. He'll probably go back to teaching or work on his novel." "Want to hear something weird?" Leah asked, then chuckled. "I had the thought that if you two got married, I'd be your daughter-in-law and you'd be my stepmother." "That would be weird, but what makes you think he'd want to marry me?" "It was just a weird thought." Leah laughed. "You and I are the same age." "I know. It's funny, I think I would miss him. It might be hard for me, too." When Max heard that, he suddenly thought that she might have feelings for him that he was not aware of. It thrilled him. It also frightened him. \* \* \* \* Rosie died on a Sunday morning a month later. It had been clear the end was near. Max had sat with her the last few nights and was with her all Saturday night, aware that she was hardly breathing. Robin administered morphine to eliminate the pain and relax her. Max held her hand and kissed her forehead. Robin let them be alone, only coming in from time to time to see how he was. Hospice took care of everything and when she was taken from the house, Max stood at the door and watched them drive away. He was sobbing. Robin and Leah stood in back of him. Friends called. Max and Rosie were not religious and he did not sit Shiva, as was the Jewish custom, but people stopped by and brought food. They all shared memories of Rosie and there was a lot of laughter as people remembered how funny she was and how she remembered their birthdays and always called, how she helped on some of the plays that Leah was in when she was in school. They remembered her carrot cake and stuffed mushrooms. Robin had already started packing and Max's awareness that she would be leaving brought even more pangs of sadness. He would look out at the garden and the drooping sunflowers that bordered it. The hospital bed in his room was now gone. Hospice had it removed two days after Rosie died. When he sat on the edge of his bed, he could hear Robin in her room humming while she worked. He sighed and walked down to her room to see if she wanted any help, though he knew that was silly. How could he help? When he stood in the doorway, he noticed she was wearing the same black yoga pants she'd worn the day she arrived over a year ago and liked how they strained at her ass. There were still some clothes in the closet. The lemon-colored bureau had the drawers open and he could see they still had her T-shirts and underwear in them. He noticed the small wooden box where she kept her bracelets had not been touched. She had brought in the boxes from the garage and one of them was filled with her art supplies, but the other was empty and her brushes were still in the large mason jar where she kept them. Several canvases she had painted were still on the walls of her room, but two were leaning against the wall. Max said, "I'll be right back." A few minutes later, he brought her the painting she had hung in the kitchen. It was a painting of the garden. "Don't forget this one," he said. "That's for you. I want you to keep it." "Really? Thank you. I love this painting. I like the way you included the peach trees in the background." While Robin gathered her belongings, Max looked around the room that had once been Leah's and admired the way Robin had arranged things. He saw photographs of Robin's parents on the wall near her bed and there was one when she was a little girl feeding the chickens. He remembered how he liked looking at it the few times he visited her room. He noticed that Robin was making small piles on the floor and on the bureau, but she was moving slowly and didn't seem her usual efficient self. She seemed distracted, confused. "I hate packing," she said and stood in the middle of the room holding the green tank top he liked. Max was quiet and noticed she seemed upset and kept biting her lower lip and taking deep breaths. He didn't say anything and was surprised when she sat down on her bed and looked down at her lap and started to cry. She looked up at him in the doorway. "Max. I don't want to leave." When he saw the tears, he was bewildered but also unable to move. Suddenly, she came to him and put her arms around him. He immediately held her and felt the strength of her arms and her breasts against his chest and before he knew it, they were kissing. It was all so sudden, but Max's sadness suddenly became passion and all that he had been resisting swelled and became his embrace. His lips and the way he held her close to him said more than he could have ever expressed in words. They pulled their mouths apart with a gasp for air. They gazed into each other's eyes, realizing they had crossed a threshold. "I don't want to go," she said through trembling lips. "I want you to stay. Please stay." They kissed again, harder, more passionately and somehow stumbled to the bed and fell onto it. Their kissing became wilder as if unleashing unspoken feelings that had been building for months but could not be released while Rosie was still alive. Max lay between Robin's legs that were wrapped around him, pulling him against her, and he wanted her like he had never wanted anything more. The last few years of Rosie's fading from his life and his growing desire for Robin had taken all of his strength to resist but now poured out of him in a torrent of passion. When he rolled off her and pulled off his jeans and gray sweatshirt, Robin squirmed out of her yoga pants. She smiled up at Max while he reached for her white panties, pulled them down her legs then from her bare feet and tossed them over his shoulder. Realizing it had been at least two years since Robin had made love, he fell back into her arms and gently entered her, feeling her tightness but soon was thrusting deep into her warm wetness and loving the soft whimpering sounds she made as they made love for the first time. They kissed and he reveled in the feeling of their tongues and their bodies moving slowly at first then faster and harder until he felt her tensing, trembling and screaming, "Oh my God. Oh yes. Oh my God...oh, I love you. I love you. I love you." Her words filled Max with the urge to thrust harder and harder. With her legs wrapped around him, her hands on his ass pulled him deeper into her and brought him to an overwhelming orgasm that erupted in gushes that filled her and dripped onto her thighs. He writhed before collapsing on her, unable to budge as they both wallowed in the warm afterglow. After a few moments, Max lifted his head and gazed into Robin's smiling eyes. No words were needed. He kissed her, then slid onto his back, gathered her into his arms and loved the smell of her hair as she laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm happy," she said softly. "I am, too." "What will Leah think?" Max asked. "I'm not sure, but I think she will get used to it. She and I are the same age. It might be a little weird, but I think she already suspects there was something going on between us." Later that day, Robin put her clothes back in the closet and straightened up her room. Max hung the painting she had given him back in the kitchen. They couldn't keep their hands off each other and Max felt he had been reborn. Robin made a delicious chicken dinner and a Greek salad with feta and olives. Later that night after slow dancing in the living room to an old Tony Bennett record, Robin and Max made love again in the bed he had once shared with Rosie and they fell asleep in each other's arms. Though it felt strange not having Rosie in the house and their routine changed dramatically, a month later, they had the urn with her ashes. Max placed it on the mantel of the fireplace in the living room. He knew what he wanted to do with her ashes but kept it a secret until April twelfth the following year, on what would have been their thirty-ninth anniversary. He called Leah to meet him at the pond where Rosie and he had always fed the ducks. He remembered how much she loved that spot. He asked Robin to drive his car so that he could hold the small but heavy pewter urn on his lap. With Leah on one side of Max and Robin on the other, they stood on the shore of the pond. After glancing at the ducks, Max opened the urn, reached in and lifted a handful of Rosie's gray ashes. He closed his eyes, saw a kaleidoscope of memories flash, and thought how her vibrant life had come to this...dust in the palm of his hand. Leah and Robin reached in and held her ashes in the palms of their hands. Both Leah and Robin looked at Max, and then silently, each with their own thoughts of farewell, threw Rosie's ashes onto the dark water.

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Title: An Interminable Pageantry by spug Tags: Anal, Discipline, Kitsune, Lion, Love, M/M, Mild Abuse, Rimming, Satire Legal: Lupin III Characters are © Monkey Punch, used without permission, and for the sole purpose of entertainment. Anthro Versions are © Spug2k2-2k4 This fic may be distributed but not altered in anyway. Contact: [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) or [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Journal: [http://www.livejournal.com/\~dirty\_baka/](http://www.livejournal.com/%7Edirty_baka/) Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Yaoi, Explicit sex, Anthros, Violence Pairing: Goemon Kitsune X Jigen-Lion Author's Note: This story strays away from the concept of Session one, in one aspect. ( beside the whole furry thing ) Goemon states his knowledge in his age, being that he's over a couple hundred years old. In Japanese Kitsune lure, A tail is earned every hundred years or so ( depending on the source ) And Goemon has three of them. Please Read and Review. I love Comments. // An Interminable Pageantry // It was like a ritual. Almost clockwork in how the events went down each time. One would ponder wither they'd grown tired of the routine and perhaps see how utterly pathetic it could seem. One horrible Obtuse love triangle and it's main point was a selfish and egotistical wolf. Goemon loved Jigen loved Lupin loved Fujiko. Wait. That wasn't a triangle at all. It was a hideous line of angst and mistaken passion, and the kitsune hated being at the beginning. Watching this theatrical tragical comedy play out on center stage, and neither of the rest of the actors knowing that he secretly had biggest scene of them all. The kitsune sat on the floor. The Zantetsuken pressed to one broad shoulder. Triple tails splayed behind his kimono laced form. Dark chocolate brown fur bristling on occasion as things were tossed about. Eyes closed in the white fur that traced in a mask from his face and slid down his neck to that lean chest. Strands of black long and untamed in his face down to his shoulders. Black laced paws hidden in the sleeves of his gi. Occasional those black tipped ears flickered as Lupin spat another line in his lionel partner's face. " Jigen-chan, common now.. You can't possible expect me to turn down an offer like this? I mean .. " Lupin was a handsome wolf, no questions asked. His light brown fur was short and well groomed. Etching black buzzed to perfection sideburns. His fangs white and straight. Long lanky and fit well in his fire engine red blazer. Bushy tail giving the occasional wag. " She's good on her word.. Aren't you Fuji-cakes? " " Of course I am. " The busy albino feline with long heavy brown hair winked her long lashed eye and cuddled even closer to the wolf. One of her hands occasional brushing his chin. Perfect silky white tail slipped around his waist as he slid an arm around hers. " Jiiigen. " She purred. " Goemon already wussed out, don't tell me you don't feel like the heist of the century too. " The Kitsune let out a low grunt at the sound of his name. An eye peeking open to get a better glimpse on the scene, especially now that all attention was on the final fur in the thieving party. The lion. And oh what a pathetic king of beasts Jigen was at the moment. His long wiry reed-thin body slunk over the back of a chair. Sitting in it the wrong way. Trademarked fedora pulled low over his long golden tanned face. Mane thin and silky hanging to his shoulders, chin etched with black. The gray suit he wore hung like broken wings off his tawny frame. Whip like black bobbed tail lashing, dangling off the chair behind him, dusting the ground. Smoke puffing thick form a bent cancer stick. triangular ears mooshed against the sides of his head. " Go to friggen hell, the both of yah. I anit going either. Yah can both kiss my ass. " Such a spirit. But he had every right. Or so the kitsune believed. After last weeks drama, how dare that female show her face around here? She'd cheated them out of two point seven million dollars, and promptly lost it at the tables. And now here she was. Whiskers curled, cleavage pushed, One little scratch to Lupin's fuzzy cheek and he was dragging his ass in the dirt after her. It made Goemon angry, but that was cheese fodder to how it made the lion feel apparently. " But Jigen-chan.. " " Don't but me, Lupin! " Smoke hissed out as Jigen rose from the chair. Hands shoving deep into his waistcoat pockets. He promptly approached the two and delivered a well aimed poke into the wolf's chest. " What happen to ' I'm through with that woman.. It's the last time she sticks us.. Promise! ' Eh Lupin? " The wolf canted his head and his brows rose in an apologetic gesture.. " I know.. But I didn't mean it.. HEY. I don't hold your anger promises to you, every time you say you'll stop drinking, Mister poke-a-lot. " As always quick to find a loophole. A promise was nothing when it involved giving up something. Even if it was sealed with a night of vigorous mating. ' What the? That.. Isn't.. OH FUCKING HELL. " Jigen whipped around so fast his tail stung a hard lash across Lupin's chest, and he stormed out of the living room, slamming the door on his way out. Lupin had won again. " Someone's ah little prissy today. " Fujiko gave a toss of her hair as Lupin gave a scratch to the top of his head and grinned stupidly. He didn't know she didn't care that Lupin used Jigen's emotions and love against him. Because she did the same thing to Lupin, but Lupin never saw past the two fluffy breasts she flaunted at him. But Goemon did. The kitsune snorted, the hot air hissed out his nose and ruffled the edges of his gi. An awkward silence. " You sure.. You don't wanna come, Goemon? " Lupin finally gave a shrug and with his hand on Fujiko's lower back started for the door. Casting glances over his red coated shoulder to where the three-tailed kitsune sat. Goemon shut his eyes again. Becoming quite and solid as a rock. This would be his answer to the wolf. There was another long silence, only broken by another hard itch to the buzzed fur on Lupin's head. " Ooookay, we'll be back later... Um.. Check on Jigen in a while, would you? " A ear flickered on the kitsune's head. " Go. " Another roll, another itch, and the wolf let out a sigh, and stepped out the door with Fujiko. Steps sounded out the passageway, and soon, the roar of the Yellow Fait into the distance. The kitsune finally let his lean form slump slightly forward with a grunt. Eyes reopening. Alone in the room now. The main show was over. A few hours or days would pass. And he knew how this play ended. The wolf would come back, the female having cheated him out of the spoils. He'd be moody, pissed, hurt and crushed. He'd ignore all Goemon had to tell him about what he'd done to deserve it. Lupin would go and find Jigen. Lines well rehearsed, and by that time, the lion will have played his tragedy out in the bottom of a bottle of whiskey. Lupin would whine, apologize, stroke and coo till the feline forgave him. A host of empty promises that would be broke as soon as Fujiko returned with something new to plot against them. Jigen would forgive Lupin. Because the lion loved the wolf, even if the wolf didn't love him back. Lupin's trickery and lies would be rewarded with tired loyalty, and sex. Yes. The mating. When the other feline left the wolf hard up, teased and horny. Lupin would treat the thin lion like he wanted to treat the busty feline. And the sounds they made. A encore chorus. Respectless. Loud. Beautiful. Oh the noises that lion made. It always made Goemon cringe with anger and other things. Jealousy. Confusion. How could someone love another so much when it was hopeless lie? It always ended with a howl. Goemon hated the ending. He desired to change it. Longed. Like a bad movie seen one to many times. You don't ever want to see it again, or you haplessly try and rewrite it yourself. This was how the kitsune felt. But what could he do? Love was a blind and deaf as a waterbear, clinging to mornings dew and washed away forgotten with the heavy fall of an idiot's footsteps. This was how Jigen's love for Lupin was. Love saw only one thing. In this play, Goemon had only a monologue. It was the greatest monologue of all, but he still performed it on his own. A low low growling muff drifted from under the close door where the lion had gone. Goemon perked his ears and turned his head toward it. He knew this part. Jigen was looking for his booze, beaten down to sorrow now that his anger had flinted away. He'd find his comfort and happy ending in his booze. Later Goemon would carry him away from what ever cranny he'd drunk himself into and tuck that drunk wiry frame to bed. It was almost easy to treasure those moments. The thrall of the felines lanky from in his arms. Head cradled against the kitsune's strong shoulder. In three hundred years of his life, the Samaria kitsune had never felt a more whole then when he pieced the young lion back together slowly when the wolf tore him apart. Long moments, watching him sleep off the pain. Sometimes.. He'd even press a kiss to that damp golden furred forehead. Jigen never remembered. Another muff from the door and the kitsune growled lightly. Not again. He could not play out this scene again without any retribution. Someone had to take a look at this script and make changes. Perhaps if he couldn't make the wolf see the error in his ways, the lion could be given a new outlook. So with another grunt, Goemon rose from his seated position. Holding Zantetsuken in one black paw, he dusted off his gi with the other. Stocky lean frame began the short walk toward the bedroom door. Triple tails fanning out behind him. Eyes half lidded. As he drew near his sharp ears picked up the idle cursing and the tap of the feline's shoes on the carpet. Pacing back and forth no doubt, a bottle in hand. Black furred fingers reached for the doorhandle, hoping it not locked. The resounding click as the door opened caused a sigh from the kitsune, he had hated to have had to cut the worthless object down. He'd made up his mind. Door was swung open and Goemon's large frame filled into it. Eyes searching the bedroom for the lion. And there he was, his pacing had ceased, and he'd slumped his tawny frame into a chair by the double bed he occasional shared with the wolf. Overcoat and tie had been tossed to the floor, the top three buttons of his silken blue shirt had been undone, exposing just a hint of beautiful gold beneath. Currently a bottle of Jim Bean in one paw, gnawing at the cap, fedora tilted sideways. When Goemon entered, the felines visible ear flickered and he gruffed out a weak. " What the friggen hell do you want? " The kitsune shook his head at the lion's attitude. It was to be expected. He was wounded. Emotional along with his pride. Goemon knew it tore Jigen apart that he couldn't make the wolf see up or down when Lupin was busy stairing at a pair of busty tits. He wasn't really attempting to piss Goemon off with his gaudy disposer. This was how Jigen dealt with his problems. Anger, grief, whiskey. His signature line in the tragedy. Well. Not this time. " Put the bottle down, Jigen-kun. There is no need for you to waste yourself because Lupin has an untimely libido. " Goemon spoke sternly, eyes fixed on that thin drooping form. The slow draw of his breath, the fang still digging into the cap of the bottle. Of course the feline couldn't be persuaded with a single sentence on what he should or should not do. Cap was spat out and he took a generous swig of the liquor, shoulders cringing as it burned it's way down. " Listen, G-man what I do to myself is my own friggen business, I don't need yer wise words right now, just.. Leave me the hell alone. You don't know a fuckin' thing about what's good fer me. " Sometimes, the lion could be such a kit. Undisciplined and unrespectful. His words caused an angry clench in the Kitsune's chest. Black eyes narrowed dangerously. " Apparently neither do you, Jigen-kun. Every time Lupin remotely displeases you, to wind yourself into this pathetic drunken stupor. " A few steps were taken into the bedroom as the kitsune continued to talk, ignoring the twitch the felines lip gave as he obviously dislike the conversation. " This has to stop, it does nothing but repeat itself. Do you actually enjoy being Lupin's doormat? " That hit a nerve. With a growl, the lion rose from his chair. The second time in under an hour he'd displayed his annoyance with such a gesture. " I don't have to fuckin' take this! " Head was thrown back, mane tossed and he gulped down a few swigs, gasping loudly and began making his way around the bed. " Get outta me way, I'm outta here. I need yer friggen assumptions like I need third nut. " Before Jigen knew it, he was wearing the contents of the bottle. There was a shig and a slice. So quick it was like white lightening, the kitsune lashed out his sword and cut the bottle of booze in half, and even before the bottom half of the bottle hit the carpet, Zantetsuken was sheathed again. " You are not leaving, Jigen. " And there stood the lion. Holding the upper half of a now empty bottle of whiskey in one paw. His blue silk shirt soaked clean through with the strong smelling booze. The one visible eye under his hat wide with shock. Maw partly open. His tail gave a confused whip. And then he snorted. " Well THAT did it! " With a thunk the other half of the bottle was thrown to the floor with a haughty flick of his wrist he reached up and tugged that hat lower of his face. Mouth twisted into a sneer. ' Yer getting out of fucking way, Samaria, right now! Yer not my fucking boss. " Paw flew to his hip, quick as anything, the magnum he treasured was unholstered, the safety clicked and drawn in a blinding display, the barrel aimed at the Kitsune's head. But in the same amount of time. Goemon drew Zantetsuken again, the length of the blade slide against the metal of the gun, and the deadly tip squared evenly with the lion's throat. Steadily aimed just under the feline's chin. " You're \*not\* leaving.. Jigen-kun. " A deadly face off. The kitsune's eyes were narrowed so hard they had become dark slits. Face hard as a rock. The warring gun the lion pointed at him only angered him more. This was not how it was suppose to go. This wasn't making the play any better. A revise, a bad script. Jigen's unrespectful ways only made the kitsune want to teach the feline a morale lesson. And the silence only drew out his angst. No movements save for the slight quiver in the felines hand. Tho if fired, that bullet would find true it's mark. As would the sword. It's razor tip would make short word of that delicate throat. The harsh sound of their breaths in the silent room. A long long minute of statued gull of whits. But this along with everything else, was just an act. Nobody ever got hurt. It only lasted till one of them got the upper hand. " If you leave.. " Goemon started slowly, his eyes never leaving the felines face, waiting for any chance he had. " ..and get promptly wasted. What then? You know what will happen. It starts all over, Jigen-kun. " " So what? " The feline's tail lashed behind him. Mouth twitching around his smoke, long since burnt out, the butt grinded between two white fangs. " So fuckin' what! Maybe I like it this way. " " You like being used? Repeatedly, Jigen? " The kitsune raised a brow, his own mouth pulling into a sneer. He needed something. Something that would break the felines concentration. Something he couldn't handle. Like.. The truth. Yes. The truth. Goemon wrinkled his nose. . " By someone who doesn't love you? " It worked like a charm. Jigen snorted loudly and let out a gasping growl. " What the FUCK do you know about LOVE? " He snarled, and his hand jerked. Goemon reacted like crack of lightening. The sword, already nudge against the gun, flashed upward and knocked the magnum out of that well trained golden paw. Simotaniously the sheath was flinted forward, bashing the feline across the side of the head. It was a good enough ploy, and Jigen, swearing, stumbled forward, nearly into Goemon. The kitsune quickly sheathed his sword and lashed out with one paw, grabbing the lions gun hand in a tight grip. " More then you! Now Jigen-kun liste- " Goemon was unprepared for what happened next. " LET GO OF ME! " Jigen snarled, and in a feral wild action, his free paw swiped upward, needled black claws slashed against the Kitsune's face, hard enough to jerk his head sideways in a stinging snap. And it feel quiet again. The lion slumped in the kitsune's grasp with a low groan. The paw with it's claws still bared was dragged back against his chest. Hat knocked ascue during the fight, his eyes wide and visible. Flinting up toward Goemon's face. The kitsune's jaw was pulled tight, eyes closed, head still canted to the side. Four distinct lines on his left white furred cheek had started filling up with red, and quickly began spilling over. " Go.. Goemon.. Shit. I didn't mean that.. " Jigen flinched. The anger had died. It had gone too far in his eyes, when he saw what he'd done to one of his partners. They were not great wounds.. But it was still the same. Noone was suppose to ever really get hurt. " .. God.. I'm sorry.. " He nearly whimpered. But it had indeed gone to far. Something in Goemon's head snapped when Jigen had clawed him. Everything he'd been trying to work for to change this tragic drama's storyline had slithered it's way into the same humdrum. His head slowly returned forward, eyes opening and narrowed at the feline. He could feel the hot blood dripping down his face. Eyes hard on the now cringing form of the lion he still had in his grip. Goemon realized the only thing Jigen understood. Disrespect. Prelaid angst. It took violence to deem any reactions. Addicted to an abusive relationship with disloyal son of a bitch who did nothing but use him. What love? Maybe he didn't want the love. Just needed the attention. The kitsune felt his heart sink with a blinding rage. And something else. A horrible pulling urge that swirled in his groin. " Goemon.. Ow.. Common.. I'm sorry. " The feline started tugging. Shoed paws scrapping against the floor. His arm was trembling. Goemon remained unmoving. The realization of how this Act went. Of how the only way he could insert himself into the main plot of this sad sad theater was to take the place of the main actor. " G-man..I said I was sorr- " Jigen was cut off mid-sentence by the vicious backhand the kitsune delivered him. Letting go at the same time, the blow sent the thin feline crashing to the carpet. Sprawling down with a yowl of pain. Long wiry legs kicking up in the air. Losing his fedora under the bed. And before the lion could contemplate what the hell had just happened to him, Goemon had him by his soaked shirt, lifting him up off the ground. His stone faced expression cold and dangerous. A look that caused the feline's form to quiver even as his black button nose began leaking crimson. " G-oe. " " Silence! " The kitsune leveled one paw off the shirt and gave the thin lion another hearty smack across that wild black maned head, and then returned to his shirt. Jigen was shaken, and Goemon growled. " If you so desire to be treated like a piece of property. Useless and trampled on, you'll get no more ' wise words ' from me. I'll give you what you truly want. " A confused protest escaped the felines maw. He was doing nothing to keep his body upright, mearly held tight by the kitsune's gripping paws. But he had no time to conduct a reply to the allegations the Samurai spat in his face. Wide eyed. He was totally confused, and obviously afraid. Even Goemon had never felt like this before. But it didn't matter anyway. " ..what I want? " The feline gasped. " I'll ..show you.. " Goemon's eyes narrowed harder, and then he violently jerked the feline up and slammed him onto the bed. Even before that thin feline form had time to bounce on impact, the three-tailed kitsune was on him. One paw thrusting forward, catching Jigen by the throat and pinning him to the creaky bed. The other paw began ripping into the lions booze soaked shirt. The sound of fabric tearing and buttons popped off and littering into the air. And he didn't stop there, once that tawny golden chest was exposed, those needle sharp claws were ripping into those dingy gray pants. Shedding the belt loops. For a few moments, the lion only laid there. Eyes wide with terror as his clothing was promptly stripped from him. He let out gasps and gagged against the pressure on his throat. Soundless meows. Even as the kitsune yanked his pants, underwear and shoes off his body in one vicious tug, the only movement he could muster was a weak flick of that black bobbed tuff at the end of his tail. It was almost like he was in shock. It confused the kitsune. What had happened to the feist? The fight? Goemon growled as he tossed the shredded garments to the floor. A moments pause with harsh hisses between his front teeth as he looked down at Jigen. Naked now, stripped down to that beautiful golden fur that covered his entire body. So long, thin and tawny sprawled out on the bed where he was pinned. He was beautiful, feral, sexy. Ever since Jigen had clawed him, he'd been aroused. But this.. It only doubled the dishonorable desire. Made him licked his white furred maw as he gazed down at that trembling form. The kitsune rested on his knees to one side of the lions body. His triple tails continuing to dash. He stared for a moment more, and then his other paw, which had just finished ripping the clothes off his stage-mate, began fruitlessly tugging off his own clothing. The gi fell free without a struggle. Exposing the lean muscled form he'd kept for a couple hundred years now. And in those long years, he'd never felt lust like this. This horrible desire that had simple been love once, but Jigen had proved to him that love wasn't necessary more. Chest wraps flung off, he leaned forward as he went to work on the baggy leggings. Strands of black scrapping against Jigen's golden fur as he removed his paw from the other's neck, he opened his maw, bared his fangs and clamped down with a vicious bite, pulling fur and flesh between his teeth with a growl. This is what the play was all about. The bite seemed to help the feline find his voice. He yowled, And his thin form withed under the kitsune's. Goemon kicked the last of his leggings off, and moved so that he straddled the felines hips. Knees keeping Jigen's legs trapped. Tho, the lion didn't fight very hard. He seemed lost in his confusing, and stuck in the obvious reality of what was being staged out. Gasping out as Goemon continue to sink his fangs into that tawny neck. Blood welling up under a fang or two. " G-goemon..s-stop. " Jigen finally whined out. Paws pressing into the soft fur against the Kitsune's chest. But Goemon ignored him. Those black dipped paws reached around and snagged those thin golden wrists and pulled them up over the lions head. Tongue now lashing against the blood on his neck. It tasted.. wonderful and awful at the same time. The beauty of it's signification of the act and how much it really meant. " Be quiet. " The kitsune moved his maw, traveling up the scruffy mane that framed the lions face, tongue dragging, till he reached Jigen's panting maw, violently he closed his own mouth over the other's. Tongue darting inward, Snarling into the kiss. Now Jigen fought hard. With a heightened whimper. He thrashed underneath the kitsune. Legs kicking out. Back paws. Scratching at his knees. Tail thrashed so viciously it left stings on Goemon's side. No. This wasn't how he was rewriting. Bad lines. With another snarl, the kitsune shoved one of his knees into the lion's stomach. Causing the feline to double up. As Jigen whimpered, Goemon rose off him. Keeping a paw locked around the other's wrist, he tugged backwards, searching with his back paw, clever black furred toes finding his cloth wrapping, and snatching it up. " Goemon.. Please.. " Jigen coughed, eyes screwed shut from the blow. He wasn't even aware of his paws being tied to the headboard until the kitsune was knotting the binds so tight it left his wrists throbbing. " ...stop.. " Another hard jerk to the binds, the kitsune seemed pleased with they would hold, and he moved off the bed. The kitsune stood there for a moment. Only his loincloth left upon his perfectly toned body. Triple tails waving behind him. He crossed his arms over his chest, and gazed upon the lion. What a sight he was. With his paws bounded up over his maned head. Thin chest raising and falling. Tawny golden thighs splayed open. Back paws digging into the bed sheets, shoving them to the end of the bed. His tail slapping the mattress in a distressed thump thump thump. Between those delicious furred thighs, despite his obvious fear and confusion, the visible slide of his pink cock beginning to poke it's way out of it's golden sheath. Proof of his obvious need of such treatment. But what caught Goemon's attention the most, was in those beautiful deep black eyes, staring wide and hard back at him, were verging with tears. It made Goemon depressed and utterly horny at the same time. Why did it have to be like this? He loved Jigen. And the lion didn't even know how much it was almost like his love for Lupin. Surely Jigen would understand lusting for an individual that didn't even know how much you loved them. The anger slowly faded, and the Kitsune lowered his head. " Jigen-kun. " With a heavy sigh, he approached the bed, slowly this time. Reaching up with one black pawed finger, he fought the feline's cringing face and wiped away the tears from each eye. " Jigen-kun.. Don't cry. " What a brute he was being. This wasn't the glorious new act he wanted, it was a perversion on the original storyline. This wasn't how it was to be. The lion continued to pant, blinking for a few moments. Swallowing hard. Ears that had been flattened against his head, slowly began to perk up. " G-goemon.. Why.. " He breathed out.. " What stop you? " The kitsune shook his head, and sat down on the bed. The mattress creak and sunk under his weight. He stroked one paw into Jigen's mane, and closed his eyes. " Because I cannot use you, Jigen-kun. " The lion swallowed again, but the petting seemed to relax him. His breath slowed, but the confusing still hung in his eyes. " Goemon? " A hard sigh left the Kitsune's chest, and he turned on the bed. Facing the lion. Sad eyes looked down at Jigen. " I can't use ones that I love, Jigen-kun. " There. When Jigen opened his mouth to speak, Goemon laced a single furred finger against his lips to hush him. " Yes, I love you. More then you realize. Early, our fight, it was so horrible true. I don't think either of us knows how love should go. Even in my near three hundred years, I've never felt like this before. " Jigen shook the finger away from his mouth, and canted a brow. He seemed awful confused. " You.. Love me? G-goemon? But.. How.. " And then he let out a sigh and closed his eyes. Thin frame shaking lightly. "Friggen Christ.. .. Why didn't you ever tell me? " Something changed in the lion right there. Maybe the acknowlegement that \*someone\* loved him. Or maybe it was just winding down from the attack. But if was different. The kitsune shifted again, and gently sprawled on his belly next to the feline. His paw continued to stroke the felines head, the other reached up and took hold of Jigen's scruffy chin. " .. It wasn't my place. You.. And Lupin. You have your thing. I always sat back and watched him play you like a fool, trample your emotions.. Break your heart.. it angered me. " Goemon's mouth tightened and he gazed deeper into the lions eyes. " Do you have \*any\* idea Jigen-kun how much I hate how Lupin treats you? How obviously he doesn't deserve your loyalty? Your Love? How many times I've laid awake at night and listen to you two mating? How fake it is? " " I didn't know " Jigen's chest heaved, and his eyes began to water up again. But the kitsune leaned forward and kissed the tears away. " You never..I mean.. Not even a hin- " " Shhh. I never wanted to come between you and Lupin, but that wolf is a fool. He'd rather chase Fujiko and her tease of riches then know what real treasure he had waiting for him here. He doesn't deserve such unrequited love. " The feline gasped lightly and pulled his face back. He narrowed his eyes slightly. " .. And you do? " It wasn't an insult, or an accusation. Honestly, it appeared Jigen wanted Goemon's reasons for all this. He let out another light gasp as the Kitsune threw an arm around his thin chest and tugged him closer. " For so long, I've wanted to hold you. Treat you in a way that would make you feel save and warm. And I blew that in a moment of anger.. " The kitsune's ears folded down, and he nuzzled the feline's neck, tongue soothing over where he'd bitten early. ' Jigen-Chan. I want another chance. I want to love you. I want to make love to you. And I promise, I won't go anywhere, because I want you to want me to stay. " " Goe - " Again a furred finger laced against the lions lips. The kitsune reached up and cut through the binds he'd recently tied with his claws, and set the feline's paws free. Shuffling in the bed, Goemon pulled himself to a sitting position, and tugged the lion against him. Strong arms wrapped around that thin golden furred frame. The lion let out a heavy sigh, eyes overflowing despite the Kitsune's best attempts to wipe them away. Perhaps it was too much. Or he wasn't use to the display of emotion. But he curled his head into the Goemon's chest and cried silently for a few long moments. Tail dangling limply off the bed. The kitsune's hands stroked against that tawny back, his best attempt to comfort the feline. Goemon had seen Jigen cry before, when he thought Lupin was dead. But this was different. Way different. " Jigen-kun. I can show you that love doesn't have to be heartbreaking. " The curtain on this act had finally not dropped with it's monotonous mobius circle. It was simple to be improvised from here on. When Jigen finally pulled from the kitsune's chest with a finally sniff. He lifted his head and looked at the kitsune with unknowing confused black eyes. A silent moment of just gazing and then their lips met in a passionate kiss that would have put any actor to shame. When breath was needed, Goemon pulled away and coiled his arms tighter around that tawny frame, dragging in deep breaths of Jigen's scent. The feline rested his head on the Kitsune's chest, panting softly. Finally the lion pulled away and looked into the kitsune's eyes again. " G-goemon. " " Jigen-kun? " A furred black finger traced the felines cheek. " Show me. " In one moment, Goemon realized that this sad horrific production was going to have a glorious second act. More then just a few well place lines, but a scene that would forever be remembered as the moment that changed the way the story went forever. When the feline doubled back, despite what the kitsune had just put him through, and allotted Goemon another chance at redeeming himself, offering to accept his love, the kitsune felt more alive and freshly born then he had in his odd scores of years of thieving. Perhaps only when he'd first picked up Zantetsuken for the first time, had he felt so much joy and power. Black furred fingers slid up and gripped gently to each side of the scruffy felines face, the kitsune tucked his own down so that they were nose to nose, looking hard and deep into those vivid black hues Jigen possessed. God his eyes, always hidden under that silly hat, Goemon now knew why he hid them from the world. So much emotion, how much of his soul could be seen in them. How obviously delicate he could be when the hat, the gun and gruff exterior were all stripped away. Simply Jigen. Goemon's hot breath washed across the lion's maw as he made a mockery of everything Lupin ever promised, the stars, the moon, with a simple truth. " Jigen-kun. I will show you more love, and make you feel unexplainable things, I am about to honor you. " Furred fingers slid upwards into that silky black mane, and he tugged Jigen forward for another kiss. Mouths slanting together deeply. A low murr escaping from the feline as the kiss continued on for a good solid minute before the lion pulled back again. A long slow breath drifted out of him. " It's odd. " Jigen whispered as Goemon continued to lay little kisses to his nose and furry golden cheek. " Even tho you scared the livin' beejeeves outta me a moment ago, I feel like I can trust you, G-man. " He gave another light murr as the kitsune tugged him gently and laid him down on his back against the sheets. The Kitsune smiled as he slide himself lengthwise along the felines body, one black tipped paw still ruffling into that silky mane. His slanted eyes half lidded as he pressed a kiss to that tawny throat. " I apologize greatly for that.. I don't know what came over me, after you clawed my face, for a moment, despite all my training, rage took me. " His tongue lapped coating over where he'd bitten the feline earlier. " I never wanted to hurt you. " The feline let out a light sigh, and his black lined lips curved a small smile. One of his golden paws reached up and brushed lightly over the four gashes in the white fur. They had long since ceased bleeding, and he shook his head. " I would've been friggen beaten the livin' shit outta someone if they did that to me. S'okay, Goemon, it's.. " His eyes closed for a moment, and then he simply butted his head against the other. " ..let's not worry about it, let's just.. y'know. " " Yes. " Goemon answered and nudged his head back, feeling his heart beat stronger, his body tighten with a eager breath. " Let's. " And with a happy murr of his own, he tugged that long tawny frame against his and reslanted his mouth over the felines. This time, instead of forcing open the feline's mouth and jamming his tongue inward, it was inviting into Jigen's maw, and welcomed to a dance with that scratchy item there. With rage depleted and nothing but love and desire to surge him forward, the kitsune had time to savor the flavor of the other's mouth. The sharpness of the booze, the underlay of tobacco. Tangy and completely unique. It caused a hungry growl, and an extra twing in his loincloth. A low etching purr rumbled out from Jigen's throat as the passionate kissing continued. Maws scraping together. Goemon's back legs pushed against the bedspread and he pulled himself on top of the feline, Nudging himself between those slender lovely golden thighs. Jigen's back arched as their positions settled for the moment. Tawny arms raising and wrapping around the kitsunes back, the insides of his thighs brushing against the outside of the kitsune's legs. Goemon murmured deeply as he pressed himself downward against the lion. The thrall of his white chest fur scrapping against the soft goldenness of the feline. His arms curled up under the feline's armpits and around to run those well trained hands into the back of Jigen's mane. Holding his face still as he ravished his mouth. Triple tails giving the occasion flicker behind him. Noticable erection, hard and heavy already predominate beneath the loincloth, was slid against the feline's slim stomach. Jigen arched under him. Mouth pulling away to gasp, the ragged purr disrupted by a pant and a moan. Furred fingers pulled at the Samurai's shoulders. Goemon licked his maw between the moment the kiss ended, and before he attacked the other side of the feline's neck with soft nips and suckling kisses. The feline tasted good, his fur, his flesh, his scent. Everything was so arousing. Everything he'd always been jealous that Lupin got to taste and touch was now sprawled out beneath him. He'd finally gotten to steal the part from the star. And it was wonderful. Goemon enjoyed each lick, nip and taste. The thrill as Jigen's chest rose with each breath, the feel of his fur scrapping against his lean torso. The slip of softer inner thigh fur to his legs, The feline's own cock, slightly moist and nudging against the wrappings of his loin cloth. And that tail, it's long whip like virtue had entwined itself around one of his back paws, the floofly black bobby end tickling his toes. The kitsune groaned and rubbed himself harder against the writhing form below him. Tongue dragging down to a shoulder. He wanted to lick and caress ever inch of that long tawny form. " g-goe. " The feline moaned, Back arching as the kitsune kissed and nipped his way down to that thin golden chest, nuzzling around till he found one of those small nips of flesh, and began teasing it. Washing over it with his tongue, enjoying the way the feline gasped, his purr heightened, his claws etched out against his shoulders in a begging knead. He was so responsive to everything. How in Buddha's name could Lupin find anyone else more inciting then the lion was beyond the kitsune. The way Jigen was arching against him, made him want to roll the feline over, press that sexy lithe form into the bed, and yiff him like he'd never been yiffed before. And when it was over.. He'd do it again.. And again. He'd make Jigen forget that he ever loved that greedy wolf. Moving to the other nipple, the kitsune nipped and lapped till it perked as well under his ministrations. Ears perking to the delightful noises the feline made. The purr was modern music, it was so unsteady and broken with moans, a different kind of score to act to. Goemon was interested in learning what other noises he could produce from his newfound mate. So a black dipped paw was pulled from it's stroking at the felines head, and trailed it's way back around between them. Goemon slid his practiced furred fingers along the feline's stomach till he reached that arching hardness that was pressed between them. Thumb flinted out, against the tip, and Jigen let out a hard gasp, tail squeezed the kitsune's leg, and he let out a delicious squeak of " God! " Goemon grinned as he pulled his body off the felines, resting his triple tails on his own back thighs, lowering his head to Jigen's stomach and gave little nips as he wrapped those black furred fingers fully around the feline's moist cock and gently stroked it from sheath to tip. " No no.. Jigen-kun. " He chuckled out between a couple of nips. " Just me. " Oh it was beautiful the way the feline reacted to that. Paws that had slipped from the Kitsune's back kneading into bed sheets. Hips slipped off the bed in a upward jerk, eyes closed for a moment as his purr was broken once again by a straggling moan. Not even his haughty mouth could disrupt the wondrous scene as the pleasure from the movement faded. " Cocky bastard. " With a tremble the feline attempted to rise to his elbows, but was set withing back on the bed as the kitsune suddenly pumped his paw up and down vigorously on the feline's cock. " Not at all, I just mean to please you. " Goemon smiled as he stroked the feline for a moment more. But certainly not wanting to end this way before it's time, his paw gave another flick and then slid it downward, one finger trailing across those heavy furry orbs and then the downy soft fur that lined the inside of the felines ass. And then circled around to where some of the length of that whip like tail laid between them. " But greater then this. " He allowed Jigen to raise this time, licking his lips as the feline panted and gazed over at him, the action was mirrored with a quick dance of that scratchy tongue over black lined lips. Jigen drag in a few hard breaths and rolled his hips. Calming himself as the kitsune stroked idly against the inside of his tail. An action that caused little trembles in his spread thighs. His head tossed once, a fruitless attempt to get some of his mane out of his face, and he latched one of those dark eyes to Goemon. " Won't be pleasin' either of us with yer diaper on. " The feline's normal nature sneaking in for a moment, as he gave a nudge of his head in the direction of Goemon's loincloth and the bulge straining against it. The kitsune smirked and patted the feline's rump for his sarcastic nature. But he was right, and Goemon finally reared himself back and reached behind himself to untie the cloth that was keeping him hiding from the feline's view. The wrappings came off with a flick of his wrist and the cloth joined the rest of the garments on the floor. He gave a hiss of relief to the freedom, and let off a big fanged grin as he witnessed the feline's wide-eyed stare. ' Jesus Friggen Christ! " Jigen sat up with a gap maw. One brow raised, and he tilted his head. Obviously examining the girth of the kitsune before him. Goemon let out a chuckle. Yes, the new main character had a big part. And it wasn't pertaining to the script either. Prop? An important one. The kitsunes cock was thick and heavy, and with a single pump from his black dipped paw, fully extended to it's magnificent. It throbbed and glistened in the light of the bedroom, moist with arousal, straining with lust. And the look on the other's face, and the instinctively, trained way Jigen's thighs parted just a little more, only caused a hungry almost uncontrollable surge of horniness to shoot up the kitsunes spine. " Intimidated? " The kitsune asked as he began to move toward the feline again. Eyes narrowed with lust. " A.. Little. " Jigen swallowed, but his purred heightened even more, when Goemon reached forward and took hold of the feline's hips. With eager motions, those black dipped paws guided the feline to roll over, and then coaxed him up on his knees. One hand resting on the small of the felines back. When Jigen was in position, Goeman sat back again, just to have another good look at him. Oh how easy it would have been to play the part of the vicious predator, and mearly push the feline down and simply dominate. But Goemon wanted this to be more then a simple yiff. This was the beginning of their relationship, it was to be founded on trust and love. Even if the kitsune felt a little more then dishonorable as his gaze was stone locked on the feline's ass. The pert tightness, the subtle swish of that long whip like tail over those tawny cheeks. That tiny puckered pink orifice that all but made him drool as he moved forward again. Groaning as he steadied his self. One paw reaching up to curl furred paws around that tail and pulled it up. " I'll go slow. " ' I trust you. " Jigen whispered from between his arms, face now nuzzled into them.. Relaxed save for the idle quivering of his thighs as Goemon tugged at his tail. Breath quickening as the kitsune leaned down and murred hot breath across his backside. The other black dipped paw gripping to one rounded furry cheek and spreading it a bit more. Then the kitsune's head dipped down, and he breathed in deeply against the lion's backside. A low lustful growl uncontrollably escaped Goemon. Eyes rolling back as he nearly lost his control when he swallowed down the feline's overpowering scent. It went straight to his cock and caused it to leak with precum. He had to catch himself again from just simply shoving and fucking. " Do.. " Goemon hissed out as he nipped gently just below where that whippy tail connected to the felines lower back. " .. Have any idea how wild you are making me, Ji-kun? " Jigen's response was to arch his back, hips pivoted and what was plaguing the kitsune so much was promptly nudged against his face. " Noooo. " The feline teased. Goemon flatted his ears. Triple tails gave a thrash as the feline pressed his ass to his face. Again he nearly lost it. With another lusty growl, he pressed his face into that arching backside, Muzzle buried between those taunt cheeks, and he lashed his tongue against that tight little entrance. Hand dropping Jigen's tail, he gripped both paws to the felines hips and held him in place as he got to taste what he so desired to penetrate. Tongue dashing and licking, and soon probing inward, slicking as deep as it could go. The feline moaned hard, all cockiness lost as he scrapped against the pillows. Face muffled into one of them as Goemon teased him with his cleaver mouth. Tail danced above Goemon's head, trembling. Goemon growled into his tasting, getting his full on how delicious the feline was. When he lifted a paw and brought it around to join his mouth, lashing his tongue against two furred black fingers before he slide them up to the knuckle, the feline began to beg. As if some restraint had been broken the second the kitsune had touched him like that. " Godddd,,, Goemon, please.. I can't.. Uhh.. " Hips pivoted again, pressing back. A high mew escaped the thin lion as he panted. " .. I want. .. Uh friggen god.. Please. " A beautiful performance. It not only made the kitsune's heart throb with pride, but his cock nearly exploded with that. Fingers slid out and he pulled away from the lion with a happy mur. One couldn't imagine how much pride and joy erupted inside him with Jigen began begging for him. Not Lupin. Him. This was the rewrite the tragedy so sorely needed. " Jigen-kun. " The kitsune licked his lips as he used one paw to urge the lion more comfortable on his knees, his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his tails thrashed behind him with anticipation. " I've never wanted anyone more then I want you right now. " Pulling himself closer, he pressed the tip of his weeping cock to the lion's asshole. " May I take you? " Jigen was panting, His head buried in his arms, his own cock straining against his stomach. Tail gave another whip and then settled with it's black bobbed end resting between his own shoulder blades. An strange mewing escaped him, and he gave a vigorous nod of his lowered head. " Yes yes, friggen yes. Hurry. I want you NOW. " The kitsune let out a hungry loving lustful moan to the felines words. And it was time for the Final Act. No more subplots, no more improvising, they both knew their roles for the remaining of this performance. Goemon was not going to tease the lion anymore. Not after that, after hearing Jigen's untainted beg to feel the kitsune inside him. Gripping the base of his cock hard, and gripping to the feline's hip, he pressed the tip of his length forward, demanding leeway into that tight passageway. It yielded for only a moment, before the feline's muscles gave in, and Goemon felt his cock slide inward into tight tight heat. A loud long moan escaped the feline as the kitsune continued to push forward, inch by delicious inch, as every moment passed and the kitsune's cock slid deeper into the lion, Jigen's moan became a trilling yowl. " Big.. Oh gawd.. Big.. " But Goemon didn't stop, not till his entire length was buried completely between those tawny thighs. His lean stomach pressed up against the base of the feline's tail. There he paused to absolutely savior his triumph. It felt.. It was... There were no words for the Samurai to express how it felt to be so snug and deep inside Jigen like that. Well maybe except for " Tight.. Tight.. " Issued with a low groaning growl. It took all his willpower and determination not to come right there. He had everything he's wanted now. His love and desire for the feline had been answered. And it felt so god damn wonderful to be inside him like that. Goemon's maw parted with a long moan. Both paws gripped to the feline's hips. He had to.. He had to.. He had to move! Apparently Jigen would second that notion. As soon as he'd gotten over the initial penetration and the girth of the kitsune inside him, those wonderful little begging moans and whimpers had started. His hips nudging backwards with little hints, desperate for a rhythm, and Goemon was not going to disappoint. As soon as he got his wits about him again, he pulled back with a low growl, sliding his cock nearly fully out, holding just a second, and then shoving it back inward, all the way to it's furry hilt. And the feline gave out a delicious muffled scream. Goemon's ears perked and he yipped in delight. Yes. Those noises, how he'd longed to hear those noises that Jigen made all for himself. If not the tightness and the wondrous feelings that rocketed up his spine to the motion, it was the sounds his mate made. And eager for more, another thrust soon followed, just as full and deep and hard as the last one. And then another, and another. Each one was rewarded with either a moan, yowl or beg for more. The samurai threw back his head and grinned widely as he began to treat Jigen to a steady hard yiffing. Hips pivoting forward as he tugged that tawny noisy form back against him. Delivering his cock unyielding to the core with each movement. No doubt nailing the place inside the feline that caused him to writhe and bellow as much as he was. And soon the now choreographed play had it's own chorus of delicious lion noises, growls, and the offtune complaining of the squeaky bed. A better score could never have been conducted. " God.. God.. Fuckin' oh god. Goemon. Harder..yes. " Jigen's face was pressed into the bed, arms now splayed on either side of him, black needled claws ripping into the sheets and bedspread. Every new thrust that Goemon gave him was greeted with begs and pleads for more. Harder, deeper faster. Everything and anything the Kitsune could give. Goemon was in heaven. Mouth parted wide, tongue luring out of his mouth as he tugged and pushed the feline back and forth upon his cock. All his mannerism and properness of his Samaria and Kitsune upbringing was gone, replaced with a secondary part of a wild feral animal. A snarl escaped him, and with a sudden flip of his paws, and just a momentary pull out, he forced the feline onto his back, Shoving his thighs apart even more, and landing on top of him. " Tsukiao! " The kitsune snarled as he brutally shoved himself back inside the feline, who yowled and wrapped his arms and legs around his thrusting frame. Claws dug into his shoulders as the mating continued. He probably shouldn't have been so rough. But he couldn't help himself and it didn't seem like the feline minded. In fact those sweet noises he made only heightened. Gasping loud as the pace became hard and vicious. Goemon latched his mouth to Jigen's neck once more, the same side he'd attack earlier. Growling loud as he continued to pound aggressively into the feline. The sounds, the feel of those needle claws drawing blood on his back, it all made it more real, heightened completely. His tails slammed against the bed as he thrusted his cock fully and unchained inside his willing lover. Jigen was gripping to him tightly, each thrust met with back press of those tawny hips and an arch of that thin back. Those dark eyes were closed tight, and there was nothing by incoherent sounds from his maw. So close now. Goemon could feel it, in the ache of his own body, in the way Jigen was tightening around him. Any moment now, this scene was going to explode into the greatest single moment anyone could have ever reached. And the kitsune strived to reach it. Arms wrapped fully around the feline's long tawny form, and he shoved both of them forward, so that Jigen curled against the headrest, reared with his back to the hard wood. Hips rocketing upward into that tight heat at a blinding sped. Two. Six. Fifteen, Twenty. No one really counted. But each thrust made it's little number to the total. Till the feline couldn't take anymore. Jigen came like Goemon always heard him do so. With a long yowl, those needle claws tore long lines in the kitsunes back, that tight passageway became impossibly tighter, and there was the gushing of sticky hotness against Goemon's stomach and chest. The feline cried out the kitsunes name. It was better then any hundred reviews on his performance. Encore. Encore. Encore. The tightening was too much, and certainly hearing his name uttered at the moment of such ecstasy was more then he could take. With a hard snarl, the kitsune's hips delivered a few more deep thrusts of his cock into that tawny body, and he let out a howl that put the wolfs to utter shame. Hips jerked hard as he shot stream after stream of hot pent-up seed deep inside his mate, and then topped them both down onto the bed. Long long moments afterwards, Goemon didn't move, save for the harsh dragging of breath, panting viciously into Jigen's damp neck fur, and the slow gentle menstruations of his cock, still clinging to the act they'd just completed. The Kitsunes arms crushed the feline to him, and nothing else mattered. Jigen's claws stung in his back, but it was worth it. Just being here now, listening to his mate pant and whimper with the aftermath beneath him. Eventually, Goemon finally pulled himself out of the feline. Moving off him to lay at Jigen's side, Arms tugging the feline to a soft hug. It would be then that Goemon let his eyes focus and he gazed to Jigen's face. He looked so tired but wonderful. The feline laid in his arms, breaths still coming in deep pants. Eyes half lidded dark and glistening. Ears relaxed against his head. Jigen gazed back to Goemon as he finally caught his breath. " goddd " The feline finally breathed out. And gently butted his head against the kitsunes. Relaxing deeply against him. Tail gave a tired flick. Goemon smiled lightly, and reached behind him with one paw, fumbling on the night stand where obviously he found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. One was dragged out and he shifted it between Jigen's lips and lite it for him. The feline sucked in gratefully and hissed out smoke as he nuzzled his cheek into the kitsunes chest. " Thanks.. " " You're welcome. " Goemon reached up with one paw and stroked the felines mane. Content to watch Jigen now, so satisfied and warn out. Happy to let the few moments of silence pass, while Jigen sucked down half that cancer stick. Eventually the silence was broken when the feline gave a relaxed sigh and curled up against the kitsune. " Well you sure showed me.. " He said with another, this time loving, sigh. Goemon reached over with one paw and took Jigen's face in it's furry grasp, thumbing over his cheek. " No Jigen-Kun, I've shown you nothing yet. " To this the feline raised a brow, pulling the smoke from his mouth. He let the fumes puff out as his tail twitch in confusion. " What do you mean? That had to be the best sex I've ever had. " The kitsune smiled, and placed a kiss to the feline's lips. " Yes..but it was just that. Sex. No, Jigen-kun, I said I would show you that I loved you. " Strong arms coiled around the felines tawny form, and the kitsune nosed strands of damp black out of the felines eyes. " And I can't show you that till perhaps days or weeks or even months from now, you are lying in my arms, just like this, happy, satisfied and never once worried that I'll leave you. Then I'll have truly shown you that I love you. " Shakespear himself couldn't have written a better line. The feline's mouth parted with a surprised 'O', and his eyes watered up again. With a sudden shake of his head," Yer a friggen godsent. " and a happy chuckle, he let out a murr and pressed a deep kiss back to the kitsunes lips. Cigarette flicked into a nearby ashtray, the kitsune and the feline curled together passionately. Love couldn't have found a better pair to write a brand new pageantry with. And no longer a tragedy, but a romance instead. \~ Fin \~

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Title: Chapter 2 - My very first friend by Blue Eevee Tags: Blue eevee, Eevee, Flareon, Food, Kissing, Love, Verporeon, memorys Ok second try this should've been uploaded ages ago but had couple things to do soooo never got the chance hehehe anyways please enjoy the story comment on the bottom please \=3 the *Italics* are xions thoughts, just his. Chapter 2 My very first friend "Wait mammy don't go" a little blue Eevee run's at full pace towards a shadow shaped like a Flareon sitting waiting in the middle of a pink flower bed. "MOMMY" he blinks and the shadow figure disappears leaving the poor Eevee by himself, the Eevee trembles and starts to cry. "Why me, why me why me" "Xion" "Its not fair" "Wake up" "All I wanted is to be with my mammy but I'll never get that again, NEVER!" the Eevee cries his little heart out while sitting in the middle of the pink flower bed, suddenly the place starts getting hot "\*Sniff\* huh whys it getting hot" "For a small Eevee you are pretty strong" "Huh?" the Eevee opens his eyes and finds himself in the middle of a fire while he's laying on the bed, he jumps up and screams top of his voice "FIIIIIRRRRRRRREEE" he clings onto the roof and looks down, he sees a Flareon chuckling away while staring at him, his eyes start to twitch. "MOM NEXT TIME TRY SPLASHING WATER ON ME INSTEAD" "But I hate water dear and besides this is more fun" "FUN-FUN-YOU SAYING BURNING YOUR SON IS FUN" he rages while cling onto the ceiling, Fay giggles and spins around flapping her tail over the fire, the fire starts to die down and the Eevee drops and lands safely on the bed, he gets up and turns to his mom. "I'm glad YOU had fun cause I didn't" "Well you wet the bed so I needed to dry them" "What I never wetted the be-" he pauses and remembers the dream he just had, he remembers running after a shadow and crying "I was crying wasn't I". He looks down at his feet and starts to have tears in his eyes Fay walks over and nuzzles into back of his ear. "Yes you were but that's ok you were just told yesterday that your parents were dead" "b-but why should I be sad if I can't remember them, \*Sniff\* if I don't remember my parents then I should have no feelings towards them I don't understand" the Eevee starts crying again, he cannot control his emotions or feelings, he does not understand why he is blue and he has forgot the past but he has the intelligence to understand what's around him. "*WHY ME! What makes ME so special compare to any other Eevees why did my parents have to die, why do I have to be the weapon WHY*!" he lays flat on his belly and puts his paws above his eyes try to wipe away the tears. "Shhhhhh there little Xion you loved your parents that's why your sad you might not remember them but your heart does" "\*Sniff\* m-my heart?" Fay climbs on the bed, picks up Xion and raps him round her arms, cuddles into him and covers him with her tail making him feel protected and love, he closes his eyes and snuggles into Fay fur. "Yes your heart, I bet when I hugged you last night you remember that feeling before, the feeling when your real mother hugged you" his ears twitched when he heard what Fay said. "*That's right I remembered straight away, I thought I was with my mom but....dam*" more tears were made from Xion, Fay tightens her hug and starts to rock Xion back and forth while singing a lullaby try to calm and relax Xion, the two stayed together before moving for couple minutes. When the lullaby has finished Xion stopped crying and relaxed a little, he look at his mam and smiled "Thanks mom I think I'll be alright now" "You sure dear I don't my little toughie to go softy" she putts one her paws on his head and starts roughing up his coat. "Yes mam I'll be fine" she stops, puts him down on the bed safely, jumps off the bed and walks towards the door, Xion shakes his head and tries to fix his fur with his paw. "Oh I almost forgot" she turns her head and looks back at Xion, Xion tilts his head while smiling "we'll be having my friend round tonight and she's bringing her daughter, she's the same age as you so make sure you get a bath or shower" she walks out leaving Xion all by himself in his bed. "*A bath or shower huh, I guess I'll take a bath could do with a rest from all that motional crying, I need to get stronger dad prom-"* Xion looks up and turns to the bed his mam and dad sleeps in and noticed that there was no sign of Leo. *"I wonder where he is better go ask mam*" he jumps off his bed and walks towards the door, before he takes his exit he turns his head and stares at his bed and shudders "*I hope mom doesn't try set me alight next time she said she was having fun*" he shakes his head and leaves the room, walks through the corridor to the living room and enters the room. "Huh where is everyone" he sits and looks around the whole room. "*The living room the place where I woke up and saw both my new parents, there's the cushion I was laying on near the TV and two other cushions they look twice the size of mine guessing their are moms and dads, there's the front door far right....nice looking door it has a semi-circle glass at the top and a push handle, of cause we don't have thumbs so we have no use for grab able ones, there's a small table top with heart scale on it must be from dad to mam heehee and last the square table in the middle I'm guessing that's used when visitors come round*". Fay walks through and sees Xion looking around the room like he's lost and couldn't and trying to find a way out, he hasn't notice Fay coming through so she secretly and quietly moves behind Xion without him knowing, she stands on two feet and lift two paws in the air, she makes a massive grin and prepares to grab him. "GOTCHA!" she grabs Xion and squeezing him really tight so he can't break free. "AH-WA-EH-WAT" he starts to panic and jumps around trying to break free from the hug, after the panic attack he stops and tries to catch his breath, he starts panting quickly and lets his ears drop, Fay starts giggling at Xion and loosen up a bit for him to breathe easier, his ears twitch and lift up, he looks down at the paws and realizes that Fay has got him "MAAAAAAAM" "Yeees dear?" "Please let go of me" she kisses his head and lets go, Xion jumps on the ground, shakes all of his body and starts stretching all his body. "Hehehe you look sooo cute I couldn't resist" Xion turned around and rolled his eyes. "Where's dad mam" "He's at work dear he'll be back later" "But I thought he was going to train me" "He'll train you later right now I want you clean and fresh for the neighbours" "Neighbours?" he looks at Fay with a puzzled look while tilting his head. "Yes my friend and her daughter they coming round later so hurry up and get cleaned" "Um ye slight problem where's bathroom?" Fay \*SMACK!\*!s her forehead and realized that he only came yesterday so he has no clue where to go. "Right this way Xion" they start walking back into the corridor same way to their bedroom but instead of turning right they turn left and go into a white tiled room, there was a silver shower head and glass cubical in a corner and a gap in the ground with a silver tap and two silver button one on each side one button had red and the other had blue. "Wow...soooo white" he glared at the bathroom Fay giggled and went towards the bath "oh mam can I go in the bath please" "Of cause dear" she presses the red button and water came out of the tap in couple of seconds the bath was filled "there you dear ill go prepare breakfast for you", Xion leans forward and looks into the steaming water. "Are you sure it won't burn me it looks really hot" "Yes if you can handle ring of fire for long time I'm sure you can handle this" "True but that wasn't by-" Fay goes behind him and headbutts him into the water his eyes widen as he moves forward and towards the water "choice?", when he almost hits the water he stuck his paws out and squinted his eyes. \*SPLASH\* "HOLYSHIT ITS BOILING!!" he starts jumping up and down and swimming about, a couple minutes later he calms down and floats above the water and starts to relax, Fay giggles and walks out the room "ye you better walk away" "I HEARD THAT Xion" Xion jumps and dunks his whole body under water but leaving his nose and eyes above the water, when it went quiet, he swims around for while letting the warm water relax his muscles. "Aaahhhh never thought bath could be sooooo relaxing" he stays silent and floats around letting his body bave. "*Neighbours huh I wonder if they like mom....I hope not I don't think I could last a second with TWO of them, and mam said her friend bringing a daughter....a girl? Round about my age*" he smiles and closes his eyes, then drifts off into a dream. "Beware my son" "Huh" Xion wakes up and he finds himself in the field again surrounded by pink flower bed "WA where am I" he rubs his eyes and looks around. "Beware Xion life might seem relaxing now but you must train and protect your new family now" "Who said that" he gets up and looks around, in a distance he could see a shadow shaped like a Jolteon "was it you" he gulps and gets into attacking position preparing himself even though he could feel his legs tremble and his heart pounding. "Xion calm down you can trust me" "How can I trust a stranger? What's going on" he grinds his teeth while standing holding his position "Xion you must not let your feelings or fear take over you if you do consequences will happen" the shadow starts to fade and disappear while Xion watches. "Wait what do you mean don't let my feelings or fear take over me, dam he's gone" the Eevee drops onto the flaw with a puzzled look but also bit of relief, he closes his eye and lets out a huge sigh "*Who was that and what did he mean by my feelings is he saying if I keep going with my feeling something bad will happen....this is to confusing I just want to be back in that bath*" he opens his eyes and looks around noticing he's back in the bathroom, he jumps out of the bath and shake is entire body. As he shakes water splashes everywhere, when he stops the whole bathroom was like a swimming pool it was all wet with droplets of water splashing down "*well that worked I'm still wet \*sigh\* I know I'm not going to like this*" "MAAAAM HOW DO I DRY MYSELF" he sits and waits for his mam to answer back "MAAAAAAM" "I'm here dear don't worry" Fay walks in the room and smiles at Xion "awww don't you look sooo cute" "Stop it mam just tell me how dry myself" he starts blushing and looks away from his mother. "Well I gotta better idea" she takes a deep breath, Xion eyes widen and he starts to panic he try to run the side but slips on the floor and lands on his back, Fay exhale shooting fireballs around Xion "*NOT AGAIN*" he tries to escape second time but its too late and he's stuck in the middle of the fire ring no way getting out. "MAM YOU SAID YOU WOULDNT DO THIS AGAIN" He dropped down and covered his head trying to endure the heat, he moans a little and starts repeating what the Jolteon said "don't let my fear take over me" he constantly says it. "Don't worry dear it will dry you quicker" Fay turns and wraths her tail where the fire is and the flames starts to fade away. "Phew thought was going to be Eevee stew" he wipes the sweat off his forehead and walks towards his mam "I'm begging you this time don't do that again" "Hehehe ok grumpy shiftry breakfast is ready" they both started walking towards the corridor and through the front room. "Yes I'm starving what we having?" he said while slurping his lips. "Well I made boiled chesto berries and toast" "Toast?" he looks at Fay with a puzzled look. "Toast is bread but been heated up so it nice and crispy also you add milktank butter for extra taste" Xion jumps towards the kitchen while Fay walks beside him. They both go in the kitchen, Xion stops and has a good look around "-the kitchen, this is where I had that bowl of berries, now that was yummy, let's see: there's the surface where mom got the berries its small and white I understand why its small because we can't stand on two legs but why she pick white thought it would be red since she's a Flareon....I'll ask later, next to the surface there's a silver fridge with a button on it I'm guessing that button to open on it, to the right is a table that's where we sat to have the berries looks similar to the one in the front room and last there's the door to the back I haven't been out back yet but I can imagine its going to be big with lots flowers and swings can't wait check it out-" "Xion do you want breakfast or not" she giggles as she watches Xion come back into reality, he walks over to the table and notices there's two chesto berries in a cup and orange looking things on the side. "Are those toasts?" he points to the orange strips. "Yes they are try one" Xion picks one up and munches on it, he grins and takes a second strip and munches on it, he gives a cheerful moan to say that he likes the taste he picks up third strip and prepare to nibble it "wait Xion why don't you dip the toast in your berry" he looks at the berry and notices the top of it has been cut off and there's liquid flowing in it "go on put that toast in the chesto and eat it" he did as Fay said and ate it, he let out a grin and started to eat each one. Few minutes later after finishing breakfast. "Ahhh that's was delicious thanks mam" "Your welcome dear" Fay started to pour tea in her cup and stir it with a stick she looks up and notices Xion looking puzzled "Ruby for your thoughts dear" Xion blinks and shake his head and looks at the surface behind Fay. "Mom why is the surface white?" "That's a random question to ask" "I was just curious you could've had many other colours and your Flareon so I thought it would've been red but instead you pick white why" "Its was your fathers choice colour, the colour reminds him of his rings that's on him" "Huh white ring? Why does dad have white rings I thought umbreons had yellow rings" "You'll have to ask him that better he told you instead me" she picks her tea and takes a sip before putting it back down. "Why don't you go in the front room and watch something on TV" Fay says with a serious face on. "-Was it something I said-?" "Ok how do I turn it on?" "There's a button in front of the TV on just press it" "Right well thanks for breakfast" Xion gives Fay a massive hug before leaving, Fay smiles while sipping on her cup, Xion leaves while wagging his tail. He stretches when he enters the living room then walks towards the TV *"button button where's the button, aah ha"* he pushes the button in and the screen pops two Pokémon mating out "*err erm ok maybe some cartoons or something*" he starts to blush but doesn't understand why but instead of thinking about it he starts to press random buttons and eventually cartoons appear, he grins and goes back to rest on his the cushion. "\*YAWN\* *I feel sleepy might as well relax for bit*" he starts dozing trying to stay awake to watch TV. He eventually falls asleep and enters a dream. "Xion.......Xion!" the voice gets louder and Angrier "XIIIIOOOOON!" "Waa....\*YAWN\*" Xion opens his eyes slowly and notice a pink floating thing in front of him "ah great 1st a shadow 2nd a shadow that talks and now a pink thing what's next" \*SMACK!\* "Don't ever call me pink thing again don't you know anything about 1st impressions" Xions eyes started to swirl, he shakes his head and opens his eyes wide. "Errrr....wah" he stands up and looks around, he blinks and realizes that he's back at the flower bed "is this a joke three times in a row" he sighs and looks back at the mysterious creature, "sooo what do you want talk about" "Ok first let me introduce myself I am Mew and I was sent here to help you on your journey" "Journey? You make sound like I'm on a quest" he lifts one eye brow giving Mew funny look. "Humph sorry for coming then" Mew crosses and turns its back on Xion. "\*Sigh\* I'm sorry dude I didn't mean to hurt your feelings" \*SMACK!\* "I'm a GIRL you stupid idiot cant you tell by my voice and eye lashes" Xion \*SMACK!\*!s face first to the ground causing him to be dizzy again. "Errrr" he holds his head while holding his rage in and stands backup then looks at the Mew, he stops for second and blinks "huh you look kinda cute" Mew starts blushing and starts rubbing the back of her head. "Oh..err..right, erh erm, ok remember you said you wanted to get stronger well I'm here to give you strength and zero-fear" "WAAA how can you give me strength and the zero-fear by whizzing a magic wand" he said while waving his arms around. "Idiot I am Mew I can do anything" she gotten closer until their eyes were level "keep that in mind" she nodded while saying. "Ok ok sheesh, anyways what is zero-fear? "You really are stupid its err like your not scared of anything and it gives you power to fight without hesitation" "Without hesitation huh" "Duh that's what I just said" Xion rolled his eyes and crouched down "if I have zero-fear wont that mean I'll have no feelings" he looked at the floor thinking deeply what he should do leaving a long silence. "Yes and no" Mew broke the silence making Xion puzzled and surprised. "Yes and no?" still looking down floor. "What am I talking gibberish.....\*sigh\*" she moves closer to Xion grabs his head and lifts it up so there eyes meet "listen carefully you will lose some emotions but you will not lose them all, you will still love and care you will also have joy and happiness but they will be weak and won't show as much, but you will lose fear, sadness, jealousy, surprise, anger and so on, do you understand what I am saying" Xion nodded still in deep thought "you might lose all emotions but you will still be happy that's what I'm trying to get across" There was long silence Mew didn't understand what the problem was and started to get less patient while Xion was still in thought "if I have zero-fear then I got no problem right but this is all happening to fast" the silence broke and Mew let go of the Eevees head making Xion look back at the ground. "Oh right I forgot you only woke up yesterday that's probably why your struggling to answer" she rubbed her arm up and down and started to blush a bit "how about this ask your father tonight to spare with you and make your decision then" Xion head moved speed of light looking up at the Mew "can you really do that" "Of cause I can like I said I-" "I'm Mew I can do anything you said" he smirked, Mew started to blush again. "Good at least you know ok I'll be going now, please think about it ok" little small blue orbs start flowing round her "before I leave be prepared you will meet someone who will like you allot make sure not to hurt her ok" Xion looked at Mew with a puzzled look and then a sudden flash the Mew and the orbs vanished. "A girl liking me......I wonder" he looks around and there's nobody around just the pink flowers flowing "Mew huh, she was really cute, zero-fear sounds like a move, she said ask my father to spare with me then I'll know the answer....well worth a try.... but first how do I get of here" he blinked a couple of times, trying to remember how he got back before, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, couple seconds later he opened them and saw the TV again "how long was I gone for" he looked around for a clock "1:39 pm when did I fall asleep" he shuck his and started to watch TV again "Mew was a funny girl hope I'll see her again, maybe she was giving a hint saying she was the girl....nah" KNOCK KNOCK "*Huh was that the door*" Xions heart starts pounding as he stares at the brown, foggy window . "I'll get it now Xion make sure to be polite ok they nice neighbours and very close friends" Fay rubbed his head and walked towards the door Xion heart started to beet faster. "*I-i cant feel my legs why am I getting all sweaty they only other Eevees from this town so why am I scared, ewww I hate this feeling I should've accepted the Mews offer back then*" he started to breath bit faster and cuddled himself into his cushion making him feel safe *"what they going be like, Eevees are brown not blue, will they freak out and attack or will they stare and make me feel uncomftable I don't like this at all, I wish this feeling would just vanish already*" he puts his head into the cushion wishing the feeling would go away, he hear the door opening. "Hey Fay how've u bin" "Glad you could come round Sapphire I get quite lonely when Leo goes to work" "Awww well I heard that you took in an Eevee and not any ordinary Eevee" "That's right how did you know" "Well people saw Leo coming in at night" "Oh yes that might be why" "I brought Amber along thought maybe your little Eevee could use the company while we have a long catch up" "Sounds like good idea" Xion lifts up his head a bit so he is able to peek at the door see whose there. *"Ok ok calm you can see a vaporeon with eye lashes that must be Sapphire and a little brown Eevee with eye lashes that must be Amber, I remember Mew saying girls have eye lashes so Amber and Sapphire are girls....WHAT AM I SAYING I SOUND CRAZY*!" "Hiya Mrs. Flareon" "Oh Amber you haven't changed a single bit well my Eevee soMewhere in there he has never met another Eevee before so be careful not to scare him" "OKIE DOKIE" "Awww aren't you the sweetest little thing well why don't you come in better in than out right" Amber ran through fays legs went in the middle of the room, Sapphire walked beside Fay, then both of walked towards Amber. "Amber isn't your home you shouldn't run around like a Dotrio" Ambers ears sank, she turned around and looked into her mother's eyes "now apologize to Fay" "Its ok Sapphire my home can be Ambers home to, just like the old days where your home was my home" she giggled as she saw her friend blush a bit. "O-ok if you say so Fay" the little Eevees ears popped up and her tail started wagging "Mrs Flareon where's sion then" Fay giggled even more leaving Amber with a puzzled look on her face. "Sorry Amber but my sons name is Xion not sion" "Zion?" "No xi-on" "Xion?" "Yes you got it there" Amber jumped and started to run around the two of while saying Xion. "*Sheesh mam you giggling way to much have you been sniffing laughing gas or been taking funny berries and this girl sound a bit annoying I hope they don't see me*" Fay turns her head towards the TV and notices Xion peeking out of the cushion "*OH SHIIIT she can see me*" "Hey Amber why don't you look near the cushions over" Xion starts crying and shakes his head "-MAM YOUR SO CRUEL! ohh something tells me I should be running-" Amber turns her head towards the cushions and notices a blue face. "Huh I thought Eevees were brown?" "They are hunny but fays little Eevee is special now why don't you go get him so we can introduce our selves" "That's a great idea go on Amber go get my son from the cushions" *"1st you burn me 2nd you push me in the boiling bath tub and now your getting a girl to hunt me out of my cushion....YOUR SO CRUEL!"* Amber rushes towards the cushions "IM COMING Xion" she dashes faster and jumps on to the cushion, Xion blasts out of the cushion and into fays fur "XIIIIOOoon where did you go" "errrr mam your so cruel to me" Xions eyes were spinning around, both Fay and Sapphire started to laugh having tears in their eyes Amber turns around and notices a blue Eevee on the floor she rushes over to them. "Oh I'm sorry Xion I didn't mean to hurt you" she stands over Xion with a worried look, Xion holds his head and get a good look at Amber. "I'm ok just a bit dizzy" he tries to stand up but starts moving side to side making him lose his balance and fall down, Xion lays on the floor and starts to get embarrassed and covers his eyes with his ears, Fay and Sapphire start to calm down a little bit and start wiping their eyes. "Ok ok that's enough children" Fay picks up Xion by her teeth and stands him up this time he has total balance, "come on Xion there's nothing be shy about now move them ears away from them eyes" Xion slowly removes one ear and gets a good look what in front of him, he could see Sapphire and Amber sitting with a smile on their face, then he removes the other ear slowly and looks at Amber. "Wow for a blue Eevee you look really cute I'm Sapphire Ambers mam, I'm also your next door neighbour you can come round anytime you like" she walks over to Xion and rub his head. "*Come round yours, you would have to pay me to go round"* "And I'm Amber" she dashes over Xion "its nice to meet you Xion" Xion backs down a bit and starts to blush. *"Well if you call blasting someone out cushion nice then ye nice meet you to....but I can't really say that oh first time meet girl and I'm all shy great"* "Err ye umm its nice to meet you to A-Amber and thank you Mrs. veperon" Fay smiles and nuzzles into his head. "Now was that hard?" *"Do you really want me to answer that"* "Xion why don't you take Amber outside the back" "Ok mam but what are you two going to do" "Me and your mam have some catching to do so go on run along" "Come on Xion I wanna go play" Amber grabs Xion's arm and drags him towards the kitchen. *"You owe me BIG time mam*" he lets Amber drag him through the kitchen out the back into the garden, Xion's eyes grew bigger as he looked around the garden "*its exactly like what I was thinking; there's a metal cream garden swing with black cushions on for you to sit and relax on, there's a mini waterfall and a pond the water looks so glamorous from here and a err reddish shed, I wonder what's in there*" "Reality to Xion, are you there" Xion blinks and turns his head to Amber that has a worried look on their face. "Sorry Amber I've never been in a garden before" "Really so this means this is your first time and your spending it with me!?" Amber started to get really excited and moved closer to Xion. "Err ye I guess" Amber smiles and walks over to the garden swing "w-wait for me" *"Huh why does the floor feel different*" he looks at the floor and sees his feet in the grass "*so this is what grass feels like its so weird*" "Xion guess what" Xion looks up and sees Amber really face really close to his face, Amber raises her paw and places on Xion's head and smirks "tag your it" "Tag?" Amber backs away and nods "Ye its a game now you have to chase me and tag me" "How do I tag you" "Its easy you place your paw on me and say-" "Tag your it" Xion quickly ran over while Amber guard was down place his paw on her head, he giggles and starts to run away "you should never let your guard down even to a friend" "A friend" Amber smiled as Xion said that and then started to chase after Xion "you better run faster Xion if you don't want to lose" few hours later and allot of tagging "I'm..so...tired" Xion drops on the ground, sprawls out and starts gasping for air "Your...pretty..fast...Xion" Amber drops next to Xion, sprawls out and starts gasping for air, they layed in silence for a while. "Hey....why don't we on the swing" he turns his head towards Amber and looks at her in the eye *"Wa wait has she been staring at me all this time*" Xion starts to blush *"Amber please say something your making me feel uneasy*" Amber smiles. "Your cute for blue Eevee" she closes her eyes and starts to giggle. "*WAAAAAAA not the answer I wanted to hear.....she said I'm cute*" Amber got up and walked towards Xion. "Come on then I thought you said you wanted go on the swing" Xion get up and starts walking with Amber towards the swing "so Xion do you know why your fur is blue?" Xion stopped and looked at the ground. "Do you really want to know" "Ye but if you don't want talk about it that's fine" he looks up and stares at Amber, he smile and walks over to the swing and jumps on "how about this" Amber jumps onto the cushion next to Xion "I'll tell you one of my secrets if you tell me how you got a blue coat" "*Are you kidding me, a little secret doesn't compare to my story but if I tell her she might understand how I feel*" "Erm well I don't really know what happened I was just told by my dad how I got it" "Ok ill spice up the deal two secrets" Xion rolled his eyes and stared at Amber. "Fine but this is only what I've been told " Amber smiles and nods, Xion gulps and takes a deep breath and looks at the floor "my real parents were murdered and I was kidnapped and was experimented on by scientist, the soaked me in a blue liquid for 10 years, I absorbed that liquid and it stained my fur that's why I am blue, my new father saved me, Leo I think he's called and he took me in, I just woke up yesterday, Fay and Leo have adopted me so from now on they my parents, I would be sad about my real parents but I can't remember them so I have no feelings towards them, I promised myself I would get revenge one day and that's the story" he turns his head to Amber notices there's tears in her eyes "sorry Amber I didn't mean to make you cry" "no need apologize you silly thing" she wipes her eyes and shakes her head "that sounds sad I was hoping for a nicer story" "*How can you get blue fur in a nice way someone spray painted me blue and I couldn't get the colour out*" "So you can't remember anything" "Nothing, I still have the intelligence to know things like Pokémon's and food" "Not even your real parents that sound sad" *"Its true I can't remember them but why should I be sad if I can't remember them, they could've been anything, good or bad, but I do what she getting at*" "Anyways how about telling me one of your secrets huh" Amber perked her ears up and started to blush. "Err wait Xion you don't want to hear one of MINE stupid secrets right" Xion raised one eyebrow making Amber blush even more "fine erm let's see" "Come on Amber what's your deepest darkest secrets" Xion chuckled as he saw Amber blushing more. "Ok one time I saw my mam and dad doing something it made me feel all nice and good but what were they doing I don't know" Amber starts panting a bit but shake her head and smiles. "Err ok I guess I'll count that as one now for second one" "Hmm I got idea meet me on top of the waterfall and I'll tell you" "I don't know Amber that waterfall looks dangerous" Xion puts a worried look on and stares at the top of the waterfall. "Come on Xion pleaaaaaaase" she looks at Xion with big googly eyes making Xion feel guilty. "Ok ok we'll go but be careful" "Yeee lets go" Amber and Xion jump of the swing and walk towards the waterfall. "*Well at least ill get to know something else about her but why do I have a bad feeling about this*" Xion and Amber reach the bottom waterfall "*wow the water looks so clean I can see the bottom, it looks really deep I hope I don't have to swim anytime soon*" "Hey Xion there's a path behind the waterfall" "What seriously?" Xion walks over to Amber, she points to her left and there is a path going to the other side and a gap in the middle "hey there's a gap I wonder what in it" "Well go on you first" "Eh lady first" "Xion pleaaaaase" "Fine sheesh" Xion walks behind the waterfall as he does this his heart start to beet faster making it hard to move further, he pushes himself onto the wall so he feels safer and continues moving, Amber starts walking behind him as he moves closer to the gap, they both make it into the gap away from the waterfall. "*Phew I thought I was going to die my heart is still beating fast eww I don't like this feeling, hmmm now I think about it, WHY DOES MAM AND DAD HAVE A WATERFALL AND A BIG GAP IN THE MIDDLE BEHIND THE WATERFALL"* "Well we made it in one piece heehee Xion" "Ye I guess" "Hey look there some stairs lets go" Xion took a deep breath and started to walk up the stairs. *"These steps go on forever are almost Thereeeeee*" Xion and Amber have reached the top and they can see the whole garden *"oh wow this looks amazing I can see the houses the swing and the err shed it so cool"* "Huh" he turns his head to his left and he notices Amber resting her head on Xions tuft fur with half open eyes and a smile. "My last secret is that I was really excited to meet you, I have friends but none of them are boys and your also my new next door neighbour its like a dream come true" Xion leans his head onto Ambers head and closes his eyes "thank you Xion I hope we can be friends forever" "We will be, your my first friend and I had fun today I'm glad you came" "Really?" she looks up to Xion and glances at his eyes he nods and smiles, Amber smiles and gives Xion a long kiss on the mouth Xion starts to blush but does not fight it. "*Wow I'm kissing a girl, wait is this the girl Mew was talking about well I hope so she nice and cute*" They separate, Amber moves away, walks forward near the edge of the cliff looking at the view "A-Amber i-i erm" Amber starts to giggle and turns around, Xion looks down at Ambers feet trying not to look into Ambers eyes, but he quickly spots piece of the cliff starting to brake "Amber MOVE" Amber looks up in shock what he said then looks at the ground but before she could move the cliff broke "Amber!" everything turned grey and stopped except him. "Do you want to save your friend" "Huh who said that" Xion stands looks around he can nothing everything has stopped, he tries to move but his body won't listen. "Do you know why your body can't move because you are in fear, fear is the worst emotion to feel you cannot move or react" "Then how do I beat fear tell me" "You need to have zero-fear" Xion eyes pop open as he heard the unknown voice speak about zero-fear "That's the same one Mew told me about" "Yes if you like I can lend you a temporary zero-fear to save your friend" "YES please" Xion reacted with no hesitation preparing himself for the worst. "Ok be careful Xion" Suddenly a flash, Xion closes his eyes and concentrates on his mind "Xion are you ready to save your friend" "Yes" his voice sounds stronger than before, he is able to move freely letting nothing getting in his way "Amber I'm coming he starts dashing towards the cliff, as runs everything turns back to normal and everything moves again. "XIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON" Amber screams as she falls down the waterfall, Xion runs off the cliff and dives down and tries to grab Amber. "Hold on to me" Xion reaches out his paw, Amber clutches on to his and moves closer to Xion, Xion hugs Amber protecting her with his body "Amber brace yourself this will hurt" they both cling to each other but Xion is more exposed so he will take most of the pain. SPLASH Both of them sink to the bottom of the pool, Xion starts swimming faster to the surface while Amber holds her dear life onto him, they reach the surface and crawl onto the land while gasping for air. "Phew....we....made it" Xion moves his head to the side to see how Amber doing, her eyes were closed but she was still breathing "poor girl....must of passed....out" Xion looks up to the sky and starts falling asleep "no must stay....aaawake" "Xion wake up please" "Huh" Xion opens his eyes slowly and looks up "oh Mew when did you get here" "Thank Arceus your alive" "Wait Mew eh" Xion looks around and he notices that he's back in his dream he could pink flower bed round him flowing with the breeze "this is becoming a habit now I fell asleep three times today" he gets up and walks towards Mew "so what's up" "WHATS UP you jumped off the waterfall risking your life that's up!" "Huh oh yes that zero-fear....it really worked" "Of cause it did, my master gave you a temporary one though luckily you survived, I was so worried" "Thanks but I'm ok now so I'll wake up now and be on my W-" \*SMACK!\* "I didn't come here just to check on you I came here to tell you the zero-fear has now wore off and you are back to your normal self" "Owwwww that hurt Mew" "Well next time try not to be so hasty" "Ok ok" Xion starts rubbing his head where Mew hit him "oh before I do wake up is this the girl that likes me?" Mew looks ground and sighs. "Yes but later in the future more girls will fall for you so be careful" "Ok well ill see you later" "Bye" Mew had a depressed face on as she left the area. "Mew are you that girl....naaa she wouldn't like me she doesn't even know me, but that zero-fear skill, it felt goooood like I could do anything, sigh\* I should think about having that skill for now I need to wake up" Xion closes his eyes and concentrates on falling asleep. "XION WAKE UP PLEASE" "Huh" Xion opens his and sees a blur, shaped like an Eevees head "Amber" "OH thank Arceus your alive I thought I lost" *"Hmmm didn't Mew say the same thing, wait a second she thought I was dead but I was breathing while I was sleeping wasn't I so she must've known I was alive*" Xion rubs his eyes and blinks couple of times and looks at Amber there were tears in her eyes as she looked down on Xion. "Its ok Amber I'm fine see" he moves his paw on Ambers head and starts rubbing it making her smile and relieved. "I thought you were dead when I woke up i-i dashed over and you weren't breathing for couple seconds then you woke up oh Xion" she puts her heading Xion damp tufted fur while Xion was still rubbing Ambers head. *"I wasn't breathing for couple seconds, hmmmm how long was I dreaming for....next time I should time it when I'm asleep for now my task is to make Amber stop crying....how am I going to do this*" "Come on Amber were alive now you shouldn't be crying" "Sniff\* but its all my fault if I didn't walk near the edge and fell off non of would've of happen" "That's true but I could've pulled you away but I was to scared thinking I might push you instead" Amber lifts her head up and looks straight into Xion eyes. "But you-" Xion placed his paw on Ambers mouth and shuck his head. "Your my friend I would've saved you one way or another, promise me Amber that you will be happy when these things happen" he moves his paw away from her mouth, Amber smiles and nods. "I promise but you have to promise to come visit me at least once a week" "I promise" "Tail promise then" "What's that" he looks at Amber puzzled of what she just said. "Its when you link tails and skip them round" "Err okaaay" Amber \*SMACK!\*!s her forehead while shaking her head. "Ok first stand up" he does as Amber says and stands on all fours "now curl your tail around mine" he looks at his tail and starts wiggling it, he gentle curls his damp tail around Ambers damp tail "now starts swinging it" there tail went side to side, then when they picked up enough speed there tail went all the way round "and there we have it, see not hard" their tails separated Xion looked at Amber with one eyebrow up. "Well now that we done the er tail promise, we have to keep our promise ok" "Yep" "Xion Amber COME HAVE SOMETHING TO EAT" they both turn towards the noise and sees Fay standing while waving with a smile on her face" "OK MAM" Xion and Amber starts start moving towards the door, Amber hops all the way while Xion is lost in his thoughts. "*Funny girl but I'm glad she's happy, once a week huh guess that's ok I mean its only one out of seven days, but I want that skill, zero-fear I liked it when I had it, will it change my personality or will I be the same, will Amber still like me, will mam dad still love me*" Xion sighs and walks into the kitchen. \-- As he enters he could see Sapphire sitting at the table while drinking out of a cup and Fay cooking something, Sapphire puts the cup down and turns her head towards the children. "Amber dear your all wet what happened" Amber looks at Xion with a worried look on her thinking that telling her the truth might cause allot of problems. "Sorry Mrs. vepareon it was really warm so we went for quick paddle in the water but then it sort got out of control hehe he" Sapphire rolled her eyes while Amber smiled at me and turned her head back. "Well kids will always be kids, hey Fay have you got any towels" Fay turns around, Sapphire winks at Fay giving her a signal. "Oh you want me to dry them ok" they both start giggling leaving the two in thought. *"Mam what are planning if your going to set me alight again then I WILL make my revenge long and painful*" "Hey Xion" Amber whispered trying not to be heard "what do you think they doing" "I only got an idea but I could be wrong" "What is it" a fire ring goes round Amber and Xion drying them off while they hold each other in fear. "MOM WHAT DID I SAY BEFORE!" "Don't worry dear were just drying your fur" the fire calms down, the two Eevees let go of each and shook their fur. "Well I hope your happy mam, you burned me three times today" "Go sit at the table kids I've almost cook you dinner" they both walk over to the table and sat next to each at the table Sapphire stop giggling and starts sipping on the cup while having her eyes closed. "Well look on the bright side Xion your dry and clean" she puts her cup down, opens her eyes and looks at Xion. "True but I don't like the fact that mom likes watching me getting cooked" "Well would you rather be wet or dry" he crosses his arms and looks down at the table, Amber lays her head on Xions shoulder. "There's no point arguing what's done is done" she whispers in a gentle way, Xion places his paws on the table accepting his defeat while muttering under his breath, Sapphire giggles and takes last full mouth full from the cup. "Sorry for the wait but dinners served" Fay places a plate in front of Xion, licks his lips as he stares at the purple oval shaped food with crispy brown balls on the side. "Mom what is this" Fay giggles as she puts the plate in front of Sapphire and Amber "Its Oran berry omelette and fried potatoes but known as-" "ROASTIES" Amber picks one up and starts nibbling on it with pleasure on her face. "That's right Amber don't too fast ok" *"Oran berry omelette and roasties smells good*" Xion picks up a roastie and starts munching on it "*Yum tastes marvellous oh I wonder what the omelette tastes like"* after finishing one of the roasties he rips quarter of the omelette and starts munching on it "*oh soooo lovely it has a gorgeous taste to it oh I wish I could always taste this everyday"* "I guess you like my cooking Xion" he nods with a happy face as he rips off another piece of Oran omelette and starts to munch on it. "Your mam is renowned for her berry mixtures" "Hehehe Sapphire I already told you its easy to make these" "Yes you said but every time I tried it doesn't taste the same" "There's something I want to know Mrs. Flareon" Amber say after her nibble on the roastie she licks her lips and looks at Fay "why did you use Oran berries for the omelette" "Well I knew you and Xion would be running around so I thought I use a berry that gives you energy" "*Hmmm that answers my question why I feel so hyper the Oran berry in this omelette giving me the energy, I wonder if Amber feels the same*" Amber starts to nibble on the omelette "*awwww she looks so cute when she eats*" "WOW your right I feel like I can run a marathon" "See told you" Fay puts her tongue out and gives a wink, Xion rolls his eyes and continues enjoying the omelette and roasties. FEW MUNCHS LATER "Ahhh that was delicious thanks mam" "I'm glad you like it" "Thanks Mrs. Flareon that's best omelette I've ever had" Amber turns her head to Xions and notices that he was sloppy and caught some on his mouth, she leans over and start licking round his mouth, Xion jumps in shock and stares at Amber. "Awwww ain't that cute, first boy-friend she has ever had" Sapphire and Fay giggle at the scene Xion turns his head at the two and starts to blush. "Eh boyfriend wa me" "Xion my boy friend" Amber whispers gently, Xion turns his head back at Amber and sees Ambers eyes half closed smiling while blushing. "*What is this feeling my heart is pounding it feels like its coming out my chest, oh she looks so cute but were to young i-i don't even know what to do or how to be a boyfriend, I'm sorry Amber maybe later"* "Err I think I need the toilet won't be long" Xion brakes the moment leaving the three and dashed towards the bathroom "oh I don't feel so good" he enters the bathroom and shuts the door locks it behind him. "PHEW!" *"Maybe a quick piddle will help me*" he walks over silver and lifts his leg up *"dang what was she thinking we only just met and she likes me straight away that's just to unreal, my hearts still pounding but its calming down"* he finishes his business and drops his leg then walks over to a sink and sticks his paws out *"err how do I worrRRRAAAH!"* suddenly water automatically comes out wetting Xions paws *"of cause there's no switches or anything like that so it would do something like this*" he washes his hands and dries them off with a towel then unlocks the door and leaves the room, he walks through the corridor and towards the kitchen "*oh what do I say I bet she heartbroken now dang I feel really....sad....maybe I should have zero-fear none of this would've happened*" Xion walks near the gap that leads into the kitchen and takes a quick peep, he could see Fay and Sapphire laughing and giggling away but Amber deep in thought while looking into a mug with her ears dropped down "GULP\* well here goes" he walks further in. "Hey there dear I'm surprise to see you so soon did you know how to work the toilet" "Ye I did the sink was kinda weird though" "Oh the self automatic water and soap you'll get use to it, sit down I'll go get you a drink" "Okay mam" Fay gets up and walks over to the counter, Xion sit next to Amber and looks out the window "*Oh man this is soooo awkward I should say something* " "Xion" he jumps and turns straight away to Amber who is still looking down at her mug "I'm sorry for putting you in that situation" "There's no need for you to be sorry, I'm sorry for-" "For what making me like you" she moves her eye to the corner so she is looking at Xion, he shivers as he stares at Amber "sigh\* look I want to be friends so please ignore what happened earlier on ok" "ye sure remember we still have a promise" one of her ears perk up as he said that. "oh a promise" Fay comes back with a mug and place in front of Xion, there was a brown like water in it and a small white cushion thing inside. "err what's this" "Its hot chocolate with a marshmallow its a nice sweet after your dinner" Xion picks up the mug and takes a mouthful "well how is it" "Its...sweet and hot" he pick up the marshmallow and starts to chew on it "So tell us then what's the promise" Fay and Sapphire head touch each other with a smile on their faces, Xion swallows the marshmallow and takes a deep breath. "To see Amber at least once a week" both Ambers ears perk up and her eyes widen up "that was my promise her promise was to stay happy even in situations like this one" she turns her head to Xion and watches him drink nearly all of the hot chocolate, he puts his mug down and turns his head towards Amber "but I won't be the same next time we meet I'll be different" "Huh whys that" Amber puts a puzzled face look on and lifts up one eye brow. "Ah so you been having though's dreams Xion" all three looked shocked at Fay as she said that "How did you know about my dreams" "We did work with your real father so I think I know what's going on" "What are you talking about Fay" Sapphire nudges Fay. "Hehehe its a secret between me and Xion here sorry" Sapphire rolls her eyes and starts sipping on the hot chocolate. COUPLE SIPS LATER "Xion are you doing anything tomorrow" Amber starts tugging on Xion fur with a cute face on. "*Dam you Amber no I will resist*" "Sorry Amber but I'm training with my father tomorrow" "Huh I thought your training with him to night" Fay smiles and winks at Xion. "*But out mum your just making things worse*" "I am sorry Amber maybe another time" "Ow the baby kicked" Fay started to rub her tummy while smiling. "Oh I wish I could have a baby we've been trying for months now but were getting nowhere" "Have you tried....erm kids why don't you go watch TV" "Okay maaAH-" Amber grabs Xions paw and runs towards the living room not letting Xion finish his sentence. \-- "Owww you couldn't pulled gentle could you" Xion says while rubbing his arm up and down, Amber walks up to Xion "Do you like me Xion?" "Of cause I do I wouldn't-" "No I mean do you like like me?" Xions eyes lifted up and he started to shake, Amber looked at the floor and lowered her eyes, there was a long silence. "*What should I say, do I or don't, well I gotta say something more I leave it more it hurts her heart, I know*" "Well Amber tell you the truth I-I think do" Amber jumps in happiness and jumps on Xion making him land flat on the floor "buuut" Amber steps off Xion and walks away and sits on one of the cushions, Xion goes over and joins Amber on the cushion next to her " I will be honest I do like you but we've only just met I bet later we won't like each other and blah blah blah" Ambers ears drop and her face drops. "Its about that dream isn't it" Xion was shock fact that Amber said such thing he sighed and took a deep breath. "Well yes the dream does have something do with it but not most of it is just fact that we only met today" "What are you dreaming about please tell me" "Well if you really want to know but you must keep it a secret even from your mom" she lifted her eyes up at Xion and nodded "ok then these dreams said that I can have a skill called zero-fear this skill is when I lose three quarters of my emotions but I keep certain ones like...love and happiness but I lose ones like anger and sad also the main one fear, remember when you fell off the waterfall" "Yes how can I forget it was scary no WORSE." "Well when I jumped off I was in zero-fear it was only temporary but the next will be permanent and I'm afraid that you will dislike me and start to hate me that's why I'm not sure about liking you please understand" Xion closes his eyes hoping she would say something, Amber gets up and walks towards Xion, she stands in front of and crouches down. "I would never hate you, you saved my life I owe you big time" Xion opens his eyes and stands in front of Amber. "So no matter what happens you'll still like me" Amber leans forward giving Xion a long passionate kiss, Xion and Amber fall down onto the cushion while kissing and hug each other, Xion starts to close his eyes and enjoys the moment, Amber brakes the kiss and snuggles into Xion. "Does that answer your question?" "I guess it does" "Oh I wish day would never end" "Well tuff its time to go" they both jump from there cushions and hit the ceiling clinging onto it while looking down, they can see Fay and Sapphire sitting while giggling to themselves. "MAM HOW LONG WERE YOU WATCHING" "Well we came in and saw you to snuggled into each other" "You two look sooo adorable together we didn't want to disturb you" "Growl\* I WILL get my revenge one way or another" both let go from the ceiling and land into the cushions. "Well Amber aren't you going say goodbye to your boyfriend" she smirks and pushes Amber closer to Xion, both of them blush. "Erm ye goodbye Amber ceya later I guess" Amber leans forward to and nips his ear. "Don't worry about changing you are still Xion no matter how you change" she lets go and turns around walks outside. "Ceya later Sapphire I'm glad you came round" "Same here Fay so nice to have a talk once in a while" they both smirk and look at Xion "but it also looks like we weren't the only once glad we came round" Xion blushes even more and walks into the kitchen. "Kids!" Fay and Sapphire say together "*Oh Amber my heart pound every time I think of you is this a dream or realality" \_ he walks over to the fridge to see what he can nibble on "\_hmmmmm maybe ill ask mam for something to eat*" "hehehe what a day its a bin don't you agree Xion" Fay walks into the kitchen and sees Xions head slowly moving to the right of the open door fridge. "Yes it has, no thanks to you" "Oh don't be mean, you liked my dinner right" "Well cant denied that, your like the best cook I bet" "Heehee like music to my ears" she walks over to the fridge and stands behind Xion then gives him a big hug "you are my little one and soon you will be big brother but please whatever you do even if you do take that skill be my little one no matter" Xion turns around with a shocked face and hugs into his mother's arms "I see that your still hungry ill cook you something and we'll have a talk about what happened today" "okay mam" he breaks the hug and walks towards the table "oh mam thanks for everything" she smile and turns her head back to the fridge. *"She can be torture sometimes but she is a very loving mother and I'm glad to be her son*" "SNIFF\* *"Yum that was that was fast I wonder what's she's cooking"* COUPLE MINUTES LATER Fay walks over with a two bowls and a spoons in the bowls, she places a bowl in front of Xion, he leans forward and has a look what's inside, it was a pinkish liquid, he lifted the spoon up and it poured the liquid that was in the spoon back into the bowl. "Mam what's this soup" "Oh I'm surprised you knew it was soup" "I didn't know I just guessed" Fay rolled her eyes and coughed. "Its Lansat and Custap berry mixed together this will help you feel stronger when you spare with your dad" Xion took a sip of the soup and smiled. "Best cook in the world mam" "Thank you dear that means allot" both sat in silence while eating/drinking there soup "so Xion what do you think about Amber" "Err she's cute" "Cute huh there more isn't there" "Noooo why do you say that" "Hmmmm except for kissing and cuddling and I never want this day to end" "She said that not me" Xion started to get embarrassed and eat/drink his soup faster "a-and besides I can't help it if girls like me" "What happened while you were out the back" Xion stopped eating/drinking his soup and placed the spoon back down into the bowl "Xion what happened" "Well we were playing tag first then we jumped on the swings for a rest she wanted to know why I had blue fur so I told but to keep it a secret" he looks up Fay, she nods with a straight face "Go on that's fine" "Well I told her everything and she said she'll tell me two secrets of her own the first one was that she saw her parents doing something and she got a funny feeling out of it" "Oh my umm ye well I explain that later please go on" "And the second well we were on top of the waterfall and she said I was the first boy she's ever met and she likes me, she was excited to meet me but then the part of the waterfall broke and she fell" "What so that's what the screaming was?" "Ye and suddenly everywhere went grey and I heard a voice it said do you want to save your friend and I said yes I suddenly changed I felt indestructible, invincible like I had no fear I ran and jumped off the waterfall everything went back to normal then and I caught and I saved her life, then I promised her I see her once every week and then I came inside for dinner you know the rest" "I'm guessing that feeling was the skill" "Yes but it was only temparoy but I want that feeling forever I thought maybe if I had that skill I could get through life easier" "You look serious....then do it, get that skill" "Mam what are-?" "I'm saying if you think you can live through life easier with that skill then do it me and your father will stand by you no matter what" "Mam thank you" Xion walks over to his mother and gives her a big hug "I love you mam" "I love you to son" They hugged for a while until a noise came from the front room "XION FAY IM HOME!"

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Title: Huddled Together Ch. 03 Tags: zombie, appocolypse, survival, sensual, creampie, riding, scared, protected, unknown **Chapter 3 – Hard Road Home.** \*\*\*\*\* *Note from the author: This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I've had wonderful feedback from my Literotica editor, KatySweetCandy, and a big thank you goes to her for her support. I would love any feedback that the readers would take the time to write, and greatly enjoy hearing what parts people enjoyed and why. This is a slow story, and as detailed as I could make it. There is some gore, but far less than would be expected in a current zombie movie. Please be aware of this before starting the read, there isn't much however. I assure you it is worth the time to read. More chapters to come if the feedback points to everyone wanting more. Enjoy the read. Writers Unblock* \*\*\*\*\* John didn't dream, which he considered to be a good thing given the things that he and Tom had seen yesterday. When Tom woke him at 7am, John turned to see his warm smile looking at the two of them there together. He patted John's arm once, the sign they had made up to tell each other silently that all was OK, and headed back to the lounge room. John lay there enjoying the smell and warmth of being there with Anny. His arm was a little wet from where she must have drooled a bit on him in her sleep. It had been a long time since holding a woman for this long; he missed the closeness that a woman can bring to your life. He started gently rubbing her arm to wake her; she stirred and greeted him with another long kiss good morning. Reluctantly they got out of bed. Anny went to wake Merry, and John gathered his weapons. They all headed into the lounge room together. Skye had divided up the food between them all, as Tom lit a candle on the dining table for them to eat by. John could see some light coming in under the door from the morning Sun. Everyone sat down at the dinner table. A can of beans and half a can of beetroot divided five ways... John and Tom both offered their portion to the women, which they decided that Merry should have the majority of to try and build her strength for the day's long walk. All the women looked like they needed a good feed when they got home. Once breakfast was done and the bowls licked clean, the men passed their backpacks to the women, who headed into the bedroom to put as many clothes in as they could. They join the men at the front door in single file and waited. John and Tom put the back packs on and shouldered their rifles. With machetes at the ready, John volunteered to check that the coast was clear. He walked up and put his ear against the door. He strained his ears to try and hear for anything at all outside. Nothing. Nothing at all, it was almost as scary as hearing a Walker strolling by. John gave a nod and Tom moved forward to help him take down the wooden barricades as quietly as they could. With them out of the way, John unlocked the handle and turned the knob. The door inched open, and John strained to see out against the gap it was making between it and the wall. More nothing. With the door now fully open, he stuck his head out slowly to view the veranda, while at the same time scanning the street and houses across the road. There were some slight dusty marks on the veranda, and some drops of blood. They must have been left there from the Walker last night, but no sign of him now. It looked OK out there. He looked up as he heard a couple of Kookaburra's in the distance heading across the sky, taking turns between them to laugh at the plight of the humans below. With machete at the ready, John stepped out onto the veranda. The floorboards made the same noise that they had with their late night visitor. He reached the top step and stuck his head out to view the rest of the street that was blocked from the outer wall of the bedroom to his left. He took his time, but could see nothing. Without turning around he pushed his arm back behind him and gave Tom the thumbs up. He then heard Tom come forward and head down the end of the veranda to look around the side of the house. After he was satisfied, Tom headed back to John and gave him one pat on the shoulder, all was clear. He then headed back inside, and the women came out single file. With John taking lead, followed by Anny, Merry, Skye, then Tom, they started down the stairs and into the yard. They kept low with Merry being helped along by the other women. Stopping at every cover they could reach, and scanning the houses and street constantly to avoid nasty surprises. It took them a good half hour to get clear of the house, and back to the ditch where the two men reached yesterday 100 metres outside of town, where the bush started getting thick again. The men hide the women behind the rise and John climbed back up to scan the town to make sure they weren't followed. He raised his rifle and went left to right, nothing moved still. One more pass and they would go. He raised his rifle again from left to right. As he panned across the road that ran through the houses, he saw the Walker. It was limping in the middle of the road slowly in their direction, shit, how had he missed it? To the side he could see some large bushes in front yard of a house that was two down from where they had just left. The group had timed it perfectly, any later in the day and they would have strolled straight into the Walkers gaze. John quietly whistled out the single descending tone that meant that a Walker had been seen, just loud enough for Tom to hear the 20 metres away down the bank where the group were hiding. He heard Tom scrambling back up the bank behind him and lay next to him on the bank, pulling his rifle up to his eye. "Right there in the middle of the damn road, a single Walker. I've just scanned the rest a 3rd time and can't see any more of them." John whispered angrily. By now the Walker had turned around and was heading back down the street away from them. "Looks like he isn't on our trail, he's headed back the other way." Tom whispered. They retreated back lower on the bank so that their heads couldn't be seen from town. "He's not after us, so let's take that luck and move on." John said. "If we take him out from here it might give away our position to more of them, and we don't know how smart these things are yet." Tom nodded in agreement, and they headed back down into the bushes to where the women were. They were huddled beside a large gum tree, all quietly whimpering. The men picked them up and reassured them as much as they could, and they continued their trek home. John took the lead with the three women beside each other helping Merry along while Tom covered the rear. \----- It was a nice quiet trip, considering. Merry was by far the weakest of the group, and they all took it in turns helping her along. They passed through the fields, on the edge of where the bush was cut back to, well away from the road. They had raided one of the empty homesteads along the way for enough food for lunch, and at midday they stopped to eat by the creek where there was some nice tree coverage. The water was clear as glass, very cold, and quick running. John and Tom sat back up on the bank with their backs on either side of a tree to eat their lunch, watching all sides for any surprises. The women had theirs down near the creek, refreshing themselves with the water. They rested there for some time, John occasionally stealing glances down towards the women, Anny in particular. She was beautiful. She was tying her hair into two pigtails, one on either side of her head, her eyes happy as she chatted with Merry and Skye. And that smile. That smile was melting his heart. She had removed her shirt and was rinsing it in the cool waters, using it as a wash cloth to clean her body off. He was mesmerized by the way that the water streamed down her chest as she wiped the scrunched up shirt on her neck, little veins of water running between her breasts and onto her pants. He was brought out of his stolen glances by Tom starting to talk. John changed his focus back to the bush where it should have been. "Well we didn't exactly find anyone to help with the hard labour of building this wall." It was true, the main aim was to find people to help build the defences, but finding these women might be even better in the long run. "True," John added, "But they can look after the food and water at least while we are building. And, it can't hurt having women around in times like these... we might need to rebuild the human race..." John almost stopped himself from saying it out loud; he had been thinking it the whole morning's hike, thinking about all the time that they would get to spend with these women in the future. Tom let out a laugh, which grabbed the attention of the women down by the creek. They looked up, saw that we were chatting happily, and continued enjoying the waters with a smile. He leant around the tree and punched John's arm playfully. "Now that's the spirit mate! Eye on the prize!" loud enough for only John to hear and turned back to his sentinel duty, John could hear the smile in his voice. "So, you and Anny 'ey?" John looked back down at her briefly, she was laughing at something that Skye had said. Her eye flicked into his for a brief second, then away again. Her face started turning red in the cheeks, then more giggles towards Skye. It made John smile, and he turned back again to the bush. "Well, there are worse things to think about that's for sure." John said. "True that, guess that leaves me with Skye then hey. She looks like a little fire cracker, I love the short ones anyway." The women started back up the bank at that point, they were done freshening themselves up by the look of it. The men stood up, Tom scanning the bush, and John scanning Anny. Her shirt was wet from its job of being used as a wash cloth, and its wetness made it grip her body tightly. John felt fire starting in his loins, "God damn" John thought to himself, it would be along walk back. \----- The group stopped in at the nearest empty homestead to their home. It hadn't been raided by anyone, so they got the women to wear all their clothes that were in the backpacks, so they could fill them with tins of food. They continued their journey, looking a bit odd. The women in half a dozen layers of clothes each, and the men crouching over struggling with full backpacks of goodies. All plugging away through the countryside in the Australian summer heat. They were nearing the house, and the afternoon was wearing out, the sky was starting to fill with purples and reds. The house was visible from the top of the ridge where they were, above the creek that wound along through the property. Both men brought up their rifles and scanned the property, with the women close. They were hoping to reach the safety of home well before sun down, but Merry's pace had deteriorated quite substantially as the afternoon wore on. They scanned the house, the hill below, across the creek, and the entire bush around the hills that tucked the house away. Nothing. Looking good. Tom stood up and turned to the women, "All looks good, let's head out." The men put their backpacks back on and John started to take the lead. The next events were quite blurry to John's memory. All he could remember was a fierce stinging pain around his ankle, then falling down the tall embankment with screams of his name ringing in his ears. He must have become unconscious from the fall, what had happened? His head was pounding, his left leg throbbing in pain. The next thing that came to him was that he was lying uncomfortably in the creek facing up into the sky, his body cold from the water around him. His backpack was still on, and cans were pushing painfully into his spine and ribs, but the extra height of wearing the backpack had saved him from drowning. As his mind checked through his body's pain points in descending order, he also realized that he huge weight on his chest. It was the body of a Walker lying on top of him. Its head was caved in, what was left of his face a contorted mess looking blankly into his eyes. He passed out again. \----- More screaming, whoever it was, was close to him. Eventually his mind turned the sounds into words, his name. Someone was calling him. He tried to open his eyes but couldn't. There was the feeling of the dead Walker being moved off his body, the grabbing of his arms, pulling him out of the water. He passed out again. \----- Pain was shooting up his leg caused him to wake the next time. His legs were being dragged unceremoniously along the grass, passing now over gravel. Across floorboards. He was dumped to the ground. A bunch of yelling and footsteps. A door slammed. \----- He wasn't sure how much time had passed. Had everyone survived? What had happened? Where was he now? His body started to talk to his mind about the state that it was in. His left ankle was giving off a biting pain that ran up his leg. His back was generally numb from a dull sensation, at least there weren't any more cans pushing into it. His head was throbbing, but a cool washer was now placed over his forehead. He tried to open his eyes, but he struggled trying to see out of the pain that was flooding his vision. A soft voice came to him, "Shh, rest now." It was Anny's voice for sure. Soft lips kissed his cheek; they brought him comfort amongst the pain that seemed to be his entire world at the moment. He went back to sleep. He woke a few times over the next couple of days. Each time he was fed some warm soup slowly by Anny, it seemed that she didn't leave his side the whole time. Then he would pass back to sleep. \----- After three days he was able to open his eyes fully and wasn't feeling too bad. His leg still hurt like crazy. He looked down to investigate, but they were covered by a blanket. The room was dark except for a single candle, the windows were boarded up. He was in bed and the décor of the room told him that he was in the downstairs bedroom. He looked around the room and came upon Anny's face. He looked into her eyes. She looked tired and scared, but a bit of relief came back to her face when their eyes locked. She got out of the armchair and knelt down beside the bed, and carefully wrapped her arms around his chest. It was a bit tender still, but her touch far outweighed the discomfort. "I'd thought I'd lost you." She whispered to him, her head resting on his chest, she breathed him in for comfort. "We all thought you were gone, and then that Walker..." She trailed off. The Walker, what had happened? He tried to recall any other details about that day, but struggled. "What..." his voice came out raspy and weak, he pushed it harder, "What happened? I can't remember anything except the creek. Is everyone OK?" John collapsed back from the effort of speaking. "Everyone's fine. We'll get to the rest in a moment," an old woman's voice spoke up from the other side of the room. It must have been Merry's. He turned his head to confirm it. "We need to check that you haven't broken anything now that you're awake." She continued. "This might hurt a bit..." Merry walked up to the side of the bed. Anny moved off him while Merry checked his body from head to toe, poking and prodding him to check for any broken bones. It hurt quite a bit, but nothing that he couldn't bear. He was tender, but healing well, as Merry put it. She got down to his legs, to his left leg that was still clearly the most painful part he had. "It was a rabbit trap." She said when she got to the wound. She took the covers off his legs and removed the bandages that were lying on top of his ankle. "You stood right on it; someone put it in the bush and obviously forgot about it. Who knows how long it'd been sitting there. That and the food in your backpack put you off balance and down the embankment you went." Anny continued the story as Merry worked on tending to the wound. He had lost balance and fell down, as they screamed out his name as he fell, the sound had attracted a Walker that was in the bush close to where they were. They had just started heading down to come help John, when it attacked. Tom had struggled with it, eventually killing it, but in the struggle its body had fallen down embankment where John had just gone down himself. It wasn't the only Walker they saw during the rescue. When they did finally reach the creek and pulled John's unconscious body up, they could hear the sounds of more in the darkening bush. Everyone helped dragging John up the hill into the house. When they had almost reached the veranda, Merry had spotted two crossing the creek 100 metres behind them and closing. That gave them the energy needed at that point to haul them into the house and barricade the door quick smart. Merry finished up tending his ankle with a new dressing and gave the news that nothing was broken, just bruised from the fall. It was great news, and John was feeling much better than he could recall from the last couple of days. Merry gave him a warm smile and left the room; Anny went back to hugging him across his chest. They lay there quite a while. John moved his hand and started gently rubbing her head, moving her hair around over his chest. He felt Anny melting into him, savouring him being awake and alive. She started making soft content noises as he continued the light head massage. Eventually she brought her face up to his. Their eyes locked for a long time, he felt so amazed by her, enthralled. She smiled back into his eyes. He ran his hand around her cheek, to her chin, and pulled her up to his lips. They shared a long, slow kiss, the same as they had done back in town as they fell to sleep together. Her tongue gently prodded into his mouth, his tongue reciprocated, playing with hers. He exhaled contently. His body was sore, but having her close to him and kissing him deeply helped push the feelings out of his mind, she was better than any drug. His hand moved down from her face to her arm, gripped it as firmly as he could muster, and started pulling her over his body. He was too weak still to have moved her himself, but she realized what he was trying to do, and stood up and swung her leg over his hips. She was wearing a skirt that came down just above her knees; it flipped up slightly from the movement she made. John stole a glance of as much of her legs as he could when this happened. Their hips were together as she sat on top of him smiling down, her face framed by her beautiful blonde hair. The light from the candle jumped over her pale skin as he moved his hands slowly up her arms, bringing them to her shoulders. He took hold of her shoulders and pulled her gently forward, down towards him. She put her hands on either side of his head, to hold her weight off his body but lowered herself down onto his chest, touching it enough to feel in contact. They started another magic kiss together which lasted the longest time. John's body was beaten, but Anny's touch seemed to draw the pain away. He could feel that his crotch was operational at least, nothing but good feelings coming from there. Anny started slowly grinding her loins against his in long slow movements, and it didn't take long at all for him to have a nice hard erection. He was only wearing his boxers, and the covers were still down from his examination earlier. Anny broke the kiss with a deep smile into his eyes, and sat back up on top of him. Their fingers intertwined playfully, their eyes locked together. She eventually untangled her fingers and they moved to the bottom of her shirt. His hands moved to her thighs, massaging gently under her skirt. She paused, gaining courage, and then peeled it up over her body and clear of her head. Her flat stomach and full round breasts greeted him. They looked even more tantalizing in the candlelight. He moved his hands up her legs, up to her stomach, and started tracing around the bottom of her bra not quite touching it. His hands started grabbing her torso underneath her breasts, teasing that they were so close. She gave off an inescapable slight moan, closed her eyes, and rolled her head back towards the ceiling. He continued her tease until her hands moved behind her back to remove the bra clasps. She pulled the ends of the bra forward, and removed the shoulder straps. Her hands held the bra in place for a moment, then, looking into his eyes again pulled the bra away, discarding it to the floor. John had always been a boob man himself, and his eyes lapped up Anny's greedily. His hands started moving up her torso ever so slightly, inching their way under, then around her full firm breasts. He gave them as firm a squeeze as he could muster, much to Anny's pleasure. Anny started grinding their loins together again. Her panties and his boxers were warm with friction and body heat. A minute of this and Anny moved her hips up his body slightly. She reached down and worked his boxers down just far enough that his cock was set free, it sprung into the air and found itself between the cheeks of her ass. She moved back down again and pulled his penis forward so it was at her front pointing towards the sky. Their sexes were meeting again, only separated now by her panties. He could feel the excitement damp on the front of them. He moved his hands down to her sides and pulled her forward slightly, Anny responded by placing one hand down to her panties, and moving them to the side exposing her sex. John lowered her as slowly as he could, her lips parting slowly as he started to enter her. His cock had her juices flowing down it by now, her body telling him how much he wanted him inside her. She put her hands back on the pillow either side of his head and lowered her face to his for another amazing kiss. They kissed deeply, the feeling of being one already flowing between them. Wrapped in this embrace, Anny slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She slipped down with little resistance; she was so wet with excitement. John could feel the warmth guiding down around his cock as he went deeper and deeper. After what seemed like a lifetime, their pelvises met. She had taken all of him in one long drawn out penetration. He could feel her juices still running out of her, slowly dripping down his balls. They lay there for ages, entwined together like that. John moved his hands over her back, holding her close and trying to draw her even closer onto him if that was physically possible. Anny started to pull up from having him in her entirely. She moved three quarters up the length of his cock, then down again all the way to the bottom. She repeated this again and again, building speed with each stroke. John was in heaven. Had he not survived the fall after all and this was heaven? He was lost in the sensations passing between the two lovers, their sexes grinding together with greater heat and passion than he had ever experienced. The bruising on his body distracted him little as everything he now was, was Anny and the passion passing between them. She continued thrusting away, evening out her speed when it had built to a decent pace. Her breasts were pushing into his hairy chest as they clung together, riding as if they were the only thing in the world. Anny started soft grunts in his ear as she broke the kiss and moved her face down into the pillow, nuzzling his neck. He could feel her hot breath running down his neck onto his shoulder. She sounded as if she was as wrapped away in the sensations as he was. Her grunting got louder as she picked up the pace. The mix of pleasure and slight pain was amazing, the pleasure was at the forefront, but mixed with the dull pain coming from John's body made him seem to last longer than he usually would, especially with an experience as intense as this. They continued like this for what seemed like ages. Anny moved her arms underneath his neck to bring them closer still. The heat and friction between the two was in stark contrast to the cool night air around them. Anny's grunting picked up pace, she was getting ready to cum, and he could feel it in her body. Perfect timing too, John was just about ready to lose his mind and his load. He tried to hold out, the feeling of his sperm taking flight entering his mind. The chemicals started to flood into his brain. Anny's body tightened as she came, her vagina clamping down, pulsing around his cock, it was too much for John to resist against. His sperm raced out of him as Anny took one last deep thrust onto him. His cock shot the sperm out of him, buried as deep as he could go into her. There was pulse after pulse, the feeling that his life was escaping out of him and pouring into her. It was the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced. They held like that together for what seemed like ages, their breaths finally slowing to normal pace. As Anny's vagina calmed and relaxed, John could feel his cum starting to drip out of her, down his cock and over his balls. He had always loved that feeling, of having so much cum in there that it was overflowing out of her. Anny stirred; she had almost gone to sleep on him. Without a word she held her body still except for her pelvis which she raised until his cock fell free, landing wetly onto his pelvis. Her hand wandered down lazily to bring a blanket over them, crawled under his shoulder over his arm to settle in. They lay there the entire night together, just as they had fallen.

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Title: Space adventure II by mmarvinleatherbear Tags: Love, M/M, M/M/M, Sex, Underage, fanfic, homophobia Time for me to post one of the first fanfic I did some month ago. By the way, I'm not english, so please don't yeal about the mistakes...:)P "Space adventure" is a kind of text game made by Caesacub, published in FA. All characters belongs to him. You can read it here : [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3369999/](http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3369999/) to enjoy also his nice drawings. But for the lazy people, there is a resume : *After a space pirates raid, Jeff, a young teenager, fled from a destroyed ship and finds himself separated from his family. Stranded on an abandoned former army base, he is there along with four other survivors : Del, a Therion, Grunion, a suidon, Chauncy, a Yithien and 42, a muriodien. The castaways explored slowly, as and when they can have access, places in search of subsistence or flee the base. While exploring the base, Jeff leaves free rein to his emerging impulses and seduces Grunion, who does not miss the opportunity to deflower the boy. Jeff wants more but he faces Chauncy's moral principles, who rejected him rudely. Having somewhat overcome his impulses, Jeff explores the base with his new friends but soon all that could enable them to communicate with the outside is systematically sabotaged or destroyed. Jeff found a way to cross the blocked doors using ventilation network and discovers that much of the station is invaded by tentacles. He discovers that a muriodien, following the mad experiments made on him, performed the sabotage and attempts to warn his friends. Came back in the explored part of the station, he was joined by 42. Believing that he's dealing with 41, he knocks him down on the moment, causing him to shelve the others who do not give him time to explain. Trying to prove his point, he was captured by 41, this one trying to kill him. Jeff manages to shed his ties and to neutralize his opponent in front of his friends who were looking for him. 42, returned to him, had finally to confess everything he knew about the experiments on the base. To stay safe, Jeff asks to sleep with Del. Quickly, the boy seduces the Therion, who does not miss the opportunity either to have fun with the teenager. Both males end up kissing but are interrupted their effusive when 41 invests their neighborhoods with help from muriodiens reduced to the status of living weapons.The survivors have no trouble to dispose of because of their small size, but they must escape the tentacles that invade the rest of the base. They finally found a shuttle rescue and escape into space.* **Space Adventure II** The ship departs from the station at full speed, leaving the tentacles infiltrate in the pieces as the evil muriodiens cloned invest too the formerly secured places. "Anyone knows where we're going ?" 42 had asked a question that nobody had an answer yet. Del quickly found the airborne radar and followed the programming instructions. After several minutes of tracking, the computer gave its verdict. "I think yes. There is a military base in the area, but it will take some time to get there. - How long, Jeff asked, worried. - Four days of travel." Del inspects the fuel gauges and oxygen. "It's all good. There will be more than enough air. By cons I worry more for water and food." Chauncy rose from his seat to return to the rear cabin of the vessel. "I'll check it. I'm here in a moment." At that time, Jeff realizes that he wear nothing except his undies. His clothes and his pad remained on the station and there is no question of returning to fetch them. His skin gets a little shiver, as realizes Grunion. "Are you cold ? - No it's good. Well, just a little. - You can get this room warmer ?" Del consulted the dashboard. "Without doubt, but I can not find the command. It's not often that I fly a rescue ship, I must find where it is. - Okay, this is not an hurry," said Jeff . Grunion see that the boy's skin is covered with small spikes. He visited enough humans to know that the boy was cold. He rises from his seat and removes his priest coat. Naked, he gives it to the boy. "Put this. Me, I have my body hair and my fat to protect me and that is enough. You need it more than I do." Jeff hesitated. He is cold, but he won't deprive his friend of his only garment. Grunion understand his hesitation and put him his coat without asking his opinion. Jeff lets him do. "Thanks, Grunion." Then Jeff realizes that Del is naked at the helm. With the hasty flight of the station, he had had no time to take something and it was somewhat his fault that he had removed his underwear. He takes off his undies and hands it to Del. "You need it ? I know you have nothing because of me..." Del smiled. "That's nice Jeff, thank you." He took the undies and puts it on his thigh. Chauncy then returned from the back of the cab. "We will be a little cramped... It is a platform designed for two people, there are only two beds. The food will go to four days if it is rationed. But we will not have too much water. I'm afraid we can not wash if we want to keep the reserves long enough. " Grunion look at Del thoughtfully. The latter concluded. "We'll have to occupy the premises in an intelligent way... 42, Jeff and Chauncy, you go to the back first. In twelve hours, we will exchange our seats and we'll continue on this pace. - But I'm not tired, Jeff protested. - I believe you, but you do not know how to drive this ship while Chauncy knows. And you, 42, your small size will allow you to share the bed with Jeff, with one of us, you could being crushed in your sleep. " 42 agreed with the logic of the swine. "Come on Jeff, we will let Del and Grunion quiet." Jeff grumbled but followed 42, while Chaucy shut the door behind him. Del took the boy's undies in his hands and gazed, smiling, remembering the night before. "Jeff is very beautiful. Well done for a boy his age, said Grunion. He seduced you with his ass too ? - Yes... He did the same with you ? - In the shower. The old blow of falling soap. How to resist an invitation like that ? - With me he did not hesitate. He put his ass against my underwear and he massaged the limb. - What a little pig... - I agree. I have never met someone like him. This is not your case, right ? - My burden of priest made me frequently encounter people in my case. But it is not the same thing. I also attended a lot of young people but he is the first to put me in this state of mind... - The pleasure of novelty... - Exactly. I was the first male to take him, I felt good. I was pleased but it's also a burden. - I understand you. That is a big responsibility to make love to a youth for his first time. Make him feel pleasure without hurt or harm is not within reach of anyone. - You had that chance before ? - I do not. And as I went after you, not so with Jeff. It's a shame because I would have liked. - I'm sorry. but I could not know. the main thing is that he had fun. - Sure. This guy knows what he wants and he does not hide it. " Del took the undies in hand and places it under his nose to smell the intimate fragrance of the boy. "Mmmm. Can I ? " Del tends the fabric to Grunion, which has in turn feels. "I do not know much about the human scents but those above me seem intense. - I agree. - Though, less than yours but still very deep. " Del does not repress the swelling of his sex that stands to the evocation of the intimate scent of the boy. "It's also because of the smell that I realized you were gone before me. - Yup. - You can do nothing but you swine you leave a strong scent, and I felt yours down to his buttocks. I can even smell your cum on his face. - Is that I stayed a while here. I thought of doing it quickly, but Jeff did not stop me and say boost to give him even more. I was so excited that I finished on his face. - Really ? you were his first, though. I thought you should enjoy him, on his butt I mean. - I know. must believe that he had cravings for a while because when I had finished with him he went to see Chauncy to have more. - Wrong move. But he could not know that yithians could consider him as an untouchable for his relatively small size. - Chauncy was upside down, the poor. - You love him ? " As Del, Grunion strong band at the mention of the teenager and sex that the two males had had with him. He stimulated slightly with fingers to feel the pleasure of bandaging so strong. "Jeff is a nice guy. But I've got a load than me forbids to me any link of affection with only one person. And then, he gave the undies to you... " Del blushed slightly. "True. I must say, not knowing which way I have to turn. I know young people and volunteers in high demand when we therion are most exclusive. I responded to his appeals of his body but I do not know if I should respond to his feelings. Do you really think that giving me his undies, he was somehow declared ? - The offerings are a common sight between sexual partners who want to deepen their relations. But it is true that Jeff has not completed its maturation, and for humans it remains a very unstable period. Therions like you do not have this worry. - You either, swine. Albeit in the opposite direction. " Grunion gave back the undies. "Anyway, it's to you he gave it. You'll see for the future. But between you and me, I think you just find yourself a husband. - Don't you really think it's a little early to think about that ? - I know people really good. I mean, I know how to read in their eyes. Believe me Del, there's something much more than just sex between you and him." In the cabin, 42 had invested the right bunk. So Jeff had sat next to him, totally naked under Grunion's coat, which left no mystery of his privates. 42 was still wearing his shorts, the only vestige of his now inaccessible suit. Chauncy, who always wore his overalls, was like an intruder in the room, in addition to its large size which delivered the left sleeper to him only. "What a story, made 42. - I can not believe that it is all over, "said Jeff. - We were lucky, said Chauncy. We just have to wait now. - By the way Jeff, I wanted to know out of curiosity, what you will do next ? - I do not know. I never ever thought. I just hope I find my parents but if it is true that the capsules were dispersed... I do not know what I'll do... " 42 felt the boy sink into sadness, he wrapped his arms around his waist for comfort. Jeff clung to him and surrounded him in turn. Chauncy could only comfort the boy's eyes. "At worst, Jeff, you have Grunion or Del in your life. Although as an individual I advise you for Del, continued Chauncy. - I do not understand, said Jeff, blushing a little. - You need not be afraid or ashamed, said 42. Chauncy and I have felt the smell of our two companions on your body. We know them a bit and we can tell you that they both loved you passionately. And it was hard to miss the semen dripping from your ass. - I ... - It's true, said Chauncy. I am sorry indeed to hit you. I am a pure strain yithien and I'd never get your principles for selecting partners. - It is I who must apologize, said Jeff. I do not know what came over me. I should never have to insist that way. - This is difficult due to cultural differences, continued 42. You made a mistake but you also learned not to repeat. it's the most important. - It's true, said Jeff. But I like them both... " 42 smiles. The fact that his species is asexual and reproduce by cloning does not prevent him from being aware of the mysteries of attraction. Chauncy lay on his bed and did as he began to sleep. Jeff did not know if he was really tired or if he took refuge in and out of a conversation he could not bear. He had learned to his cost how much yithiens were prudish and shy about the sex when it came to or from other species. Chauncy acted as if he was going to sleep and Jeff went down the intensity of the light, he lay against 42 who continued the conversation in a low voice. "You know well the suidons and therions ? - Just a little. - It is therefore necessary that I speak a little of them. Suidons are, in all terms, pigs. They are friendly and peaceful but rather in regard to relationships, they are not a good choice. couples are formed based on the affinities of each but they have no exclusivity. I know it's something that you care a bit for you humans. - That's true. Dad and Mom have been together for 16 years. - A couple of pigs leads rarely more than two years. Their morality is not a worry about the education of young people because they always keep their affection and protection for their offspring. But Grunion is a priest. - This changes anything ? - Yes. He pledged to his gods not to be exclusive at all, on any way. to avoid having to focus exclusively on one of their young, they mate only between males. You got to see after having sex with you, he did not stay, eh ? - That's true. He sent me for the refectory. I was so frustrated that... - You jumped on Chauncy soon as you saw him. - Yes. - Grunion is attached to nothing except to his gods and his duties towards them. It is not against you, you know. - I think I understand. - Grunion loves you, but more as a teacher. It's also a bit what he was, right ? - Yes. how do you know ? - Odor. even after your shower you smelled like Grunion. - I thought everything was gone ... - Disabuses you. You, humans, have a weak sense of smell. I would even say very low. But for everyone it was obvious that you screwed together. - When I saw him strip naked in front of me without trying to hide, I knew immediately that I wanted him. He was so natural, without hesitation, without trying to make a mystery of... of what a... And then I found him so exciting too, this round and hairy ass... - The pigs have no inhibition about sexuality. - And therions ? - They are different. Both pigs are fickle, both therion are exclusive. Couples are formed sometimes in their childhood and lasts throughout the life of one of them. if one of them dies, it's more than a tragedy for the survivors. the latter is now in mourning for at least three of their years. After this period, however, he is recovering very often as a couple. But a lot of them killed themself also to follow their mate in Death. - It's beautiful... And scary... - I quite agree. the system has many benefits even if there is a major drawback. - Oh yeah ? - Therions live on an hard world, with a high level of radiations. This has implications for their reproductive rate which is very low. And even a couple who can not procreate can not be broken. This prevents two people can procreate separately. - It's a shame. - Social pressure does not play on this plan there. therion rites are known for their simplicity and finality to such an extent that their society has no responsibility for the conclusion of the Unions. - How come ? - Their rite of marriage can be done at any age when young people become adults, but it must be done by committed themselves. therion youth wishing to join go to a specific area of their city and, provided there are at least ten persons as witnesses, they pronounced the ritual phrases, holding hands face to face. then they kiss and the union is then recorded. " Jeff blushed, thinking back to last night. " They kiss and they were married ? Is that all ? - Over the ritual phrases, and place. If one element of the rite is missing, the union is not recognized legally. - Phew. I thought... " Jeff was dropped. 42 understood, however, he could not prevent a smile. "I said something funny ? - No no. it's just your face. He then kissed you ? - Yes. after... but why did you ask ? - Excuse me ... It's just that we muriodiens we know nothing about sex. it is still a subject of great curiosity for us. Especially specials couples. - Specials ? - Yes, all that does not reproduce itself. as the relations between people of same sex. we call them special because they are still relatively uncommon in all sexual species. - Is that I do not know much either. before today, I 've never ... I had thought so, but never did. - This should be an important step. - I think yes. I mean ... I thought everything would change after me, but I do not feel any different before yesterday. Even if ... - Even if ? - You can keep something for you ? - Of course. - With Grunion it was... great. I had already done... well I stroked my own but have it in me... It was something else... I now understand the difference between self-pleasure and pleasure we have with someone else. It's not the same thing, really not. - This experience must be very powerful. - It is. But with, Del, it was something else. Really more intense. Stronger. when he placed his lips on mine, and I did not think about it, I kissed him too. I had more excitement and fun to kiss him than letting him fuck me ... I do not know. I have often seen mom and dad kissing. I think it's the same kind of passion that I feel even if I did not kiss a girl. - You've never had this experience ? - Never. I had girl friends but I never wanted to kiss them. by cons I felt like some of my friends. - They should be very beautiful. - I do not know actually. I just wanted to put me against them naked and ... I do not know. Finally, I did not quite have the time. All I knew was that I wanted to be all against them, be as close as possible of their bodies. I've kissed some but it has never been so intense and profound that with Del. - It is a universal desire. All sexual beings experience it. even yithians. I do not know if... " At that time, 42 see that Jeff just closed my eyes and felt asleep. 42 smiles. In some ways, Jeff grew up in an incredible time in two days since their first meeting and by others, there remained a large part of the child he still was not long ago. 42 closed his eyes in turn and did not resist as he felt his body like Jeff grab him like the plush he was. The light returned to its natural level. This had the effect of waking the sleeping trio.The thick, muscular, nude and hairy Del's body was the first thing Jeff saw. "It's time to eat something." Jeff woke up completely. Grumbling, he found himself rejected the coat of Grunion. He wasn't cold anymore. "I finally found the command. Now you will no longer suffer from the cold. " It was infinitely hotter in the vessel. Even Chauncy and 42 had removed their clothes to stay comfortable. Jeff looked 42 at the crotch, and was surprised not to find anything significant. then it is knew than the muriodiens clones themself naturally for millennia. They did not need anything here. Chauncy wore a splendid musculature, highlighted by a totally hairless body. When he finally got up the opposite side of the table where he was, Jeff could see his sex, a very large one but in proportion to his stature. Also, no pubes hair. By reflex, Jeff scratched his young pubis to ensure the presence of his hair still in effect yet sparse. Del saw him do, but continued to bustle for a frugal meal. His smile was clear, however eloquent. Grunion remained in the cockpit, and Del gave him his share. The short end and quickly took meals as agreed, Chauncy went into the front cabin, followed by 42. Jeff got up to follow them but Del stopped him and shut the door. "But ... - We have to talk a little. Grunion will spend extra time before, he assured me to be able to. Chauncy could replace him if this is not the case. Grunion's view that we stay a little lonely to talk quietly together. But before... " Jeff was sitting on his bunk. Del admired the young obese body and knelt in front of him. Without saying more, he gave Jeff what both wanted for a while. a long, hot kiss, deeper than the first they had exchanged quickly interrupted by the invasion of their neighborhoods. Both males hold each other in their arms, caressing each other's body. Both were stiff with desire and Del precum even beginning to come out. Jeff was amused trying to caress Del's sex with his chubby bare feet. He succeeded quite easily, enjoying this new sensation. Del was driven even with more insane desire for the boy by the new practice. Del took Jeff's legs in his hand and put his foot in his mouth. He licked the soles, cleaning his precum and enjoy the fragrant skin of the foot of the boy. The next hour saw the cabin filled with deep groans of the two hedonists. The air was saturated with fragrances and male sweat. Del had a long licking the anus of his young partner, who discovered at the time the sensation of a tongue against this area of?privacy. Del's cock had succeeded to the tongue and like last night, Jeff rode his partner, his young body moving in a very strong and very manly way. Del had, in the past, sex with young teens like him, but he could not find them this masculinity, so he thought he saw. Del eventually no longer hold and he cums in the boy's rectum. Jeff had not forgotten to touch himself during the ride and he dropped in turn two powerful jets of semen, both of which came on Del's cheek. Exhausted by the effort, Jeff leaned over and licked his sperm before kissing again Del. The latter enjoyed the mixture of saliva and semen even more, and he locked the boy's body in his arms. The two lovers remained thus for a moment before they start talking. "You know Del... - Yes, Jeff ? - I understood what you talked about. - Hu ? - When I found the digital key. You told me it made you think about your father. On the moment I did not understand but now yes. - Oh, that ! It is true that this key, it looked like a lot. - Yes I found it funny. The designer of this thing should be a nice perv. And er ... Your father... - ho, even a little bigger. - Cool... - That's family as you could see it. Just as you must be the family of the designer because you too are a hell of a little pig. " Jeff smiled. "Really ? - Oh yeah. I love it. I must say that I was too when I was a teenager, I was not the last to ask for more. But you Jeff you are requesting more than I was at your age. It's adorable. - Really ? - Sure. Grunion told me how you wanted it to behave with you. - He said what ? - You wanted him to go harder and faster. - I do not know why I said that. It came out alone. But it made me really good like that. I do not know why. - You're like this, that's all. there look no further. You're among those who like to do it. I think it is nothing more admirable than giving everything to the other, one way or another in this situation there. " Del and Jeff stayed in one arm of the other a long time, everyone enjoying the body and the presence of another. "We need to talk Jeff. - What ? - About what will you do once you'll arrive at the base. - oh. - According to the criteria of your species you are in between. You're too old to be locked up in an orphanage but you're also too young to lead an independent life. " Jeff was vaguely thinking about the future, but little else. the last two days were rich enough thrills to think for administrative contingencies.The uncertainty of his future refit also thinking about his lost parents. Ever, before the start of this cursed cruise, he would have thought they would miss him much. His face grew more serious. "It's true Del. I had not thought about it. - This simple fact makes me say that you're too young to be alone yet. It is based on two assumptions. In the first, one or both of your parents have survived, and in this case, everything will be ok for you and the problem is solved by itself. But in the other... " At this thought Jeff's arm tightened even more on the body of Del. "It will... Well you already have family farthest ? - No, Del. I have not... Mom and Dad... have lost their families as well each other before I was born. - Calm down Jeff. We will not let you alone in this case. - Really ? - Yes. Grunion's view in this case is you go with him on his world. " Jeff frowned at the idea. Grunion is certainly sexy and a lover of a perverse pleasure in doing that but for Jeff, the thought of not being with Del was beginning to be unbearable. Just as the idea that Del did not want him at his side. The latter read it all in the eyes of the boy. "Jeff, I want you to know certain things. I love you. You're a lovely boy and I think you'll soon be a great guy. This is not the problem. What is wrong is that you need things I can not bring to you. Not right now anyway. - How ? - We know so little about one another, Jeff. Your age does not bother me. Rather, it is I who may be an inconvenience for you. - Why would you ? - Jeff, I participated in the cruise because it brought me back to my homeworld. I have to go back because I have things to settle there. You can't come with me, I think you know why. - Radiations ? - Among other things, yes. my world is sick and I took it upon myself to help them find another home for my family and relatives. But it'll be a long process just to convince them. I myself find it difficult to get used to the idea of leaving my home planet forever and yet I will have to do violence to me if I want my family have a better life. - I think I understand... but why Grunion ? - You do not love him ? - But if... - You're still mad about him... Jeff it's normal. You will learn to know how to forget. Grunion is the best choice for you. Chauncy is very nice, he might be a good father to you, but he already has his own family he is about to start. And 42... He is very nice too, but he would make you think too much about a kind of pet, right ? - I have to say yes. - Do not be ashamed to think. 42 is himself in agree on this subject. - Ok then... - I just wish this is only for a few months, but it will take more time. - How long ? - I do not know Jeff. The time that you become fully yourself a man already. - I do not understand. - It's normal, it's something related to our laws. I... I love you Jeff, I'd stay with you but this is simply not possible at this time. - Why ? - That is how things work in my world... An adult as I am have the duty, if the youth's request, to teach him the pleasure and passion that one feels when someone loves you, physically and emotionally. But he can not build a serious relationship with him. The last lesson he should teach him is the hardest of all. Is that of separation. - But I do not want to separate myself from you... - I has however have to Jeff... Feel pain and grief of losing someone we love, we can better understand what is love. This allows us to better know yourself and build the future relations more stable and durable. - This means... That we're not be able to see again ? - Of course we will... For once the young become adult, nothing and nobody can prevent him to see for his former partner. And if their mutual feelings have not changed, then nothing and no one can prevent their relationship back, on an equal foot this time. - Really ? - Yes. But I know that... It doesn't happen really often. Time change peoples. The young, and the older too. - Maybe I'll understood that one day, but for now, you know what I want... " In response, Del put again his lips on the mouth of Jeff who let him do that. The cabin door opened and entered Grunion. His snout quivering with delight to feel the hormones strongly concentrated in the rear of the ship and his sex was not long before getting a stiff. Jeff was still in the arms of Del, but he could not take his eyes off the big member of the swine. A quick glance at Del told him that he also appreciated the view. "You are making a racket both. I'm sorry but I do want more. I need an ass. - If it does not bother you Jeff, I'll enjoy it a little... " Jeff looked at his lover somewhat taken aback. Del had always been active in their relations and the idea that he can get fucked had never crossed his mind. Jeff felt a little jealous at the thought of Del being with another but also an intense desire to see him getting fucked in front of him. Del has offered to Grunion his anus by puting himself on his 4 on the bunk. He anchored the line of his precum hairy, not forgetting to moisten the passage of the testicles with his precum so he can enjoy the pleasure of experiencing the musky scent on it. Hands on Del's shoulders, Grunion fitted the therion quite easily. The seed of swine was one of the most lubricate substances but Grunion, which was not from the last rain, knew that his introduction was also easy because Del, already groaning with pleasure, was far from being virgin from this side too. Looking those both gross hairy mated was a spectacle of incredible perverse virility in Jeff's eyes, who felt an even stronger hard-on than he had before. He surprised even touch a nipple, feeling it stiffen beneath the contact. He wanted to join them but he only had three options. Del's mouth, mouth or Grunion's ass. Jeff did not know whether he would accept such an intrusion, but it is this last option that he was most wanted. Moreover it was the most perverse and tempting for him, it was a way of desecrating the swine in his eyes, because despite everything, he could not forget the pleasure he had had to be deflowered by him, and he still a little other than sexual desire. Jeff opted for this option even more rapidly than was the easiest to implement. Grunion took many by spreading his thighs to give more power to his thrusts, thereby freeing access to the pork butt. To increase his pleasure, Grunion had dropped Del's shoulders to grind his pins. Its rails were only stronger and more powerful hormones released. Jeff, while stroking his manly stiff shaft, knelt behind Grunion, which concentrated on the rails of Del, being aware of the presence of the boy when his tongue licked his hairy anus. He was somewhat taken aback, surprised by the initiative of the boy. From the first lick, Jeff felt addicted to the gesture. From the next movement, he pressed his tongue and licked the ass of Grunion. Every breath through his nose flooded his body with an incredible amount of male hormones which increased his desire constantly. Grunion began to appreciate the initiative of the boy even more easily than the latter began to print a good rhythm to his language passages. Grunion's pleasure was double and double again by the memories that came from his own childhood. Like all young boars of his kind, Grunion had spent hours playing with the hindquarters of his classmates. Suidae gave much attention to sex education of their young, it being understood that the only adult role was to guide and monitor, not to participate. Very quickly, the family of Grunion had noticed that he was concentrating solely on the ass and the sex of his male friends and male cousins. This trait was confirmed with age when Grunion began to push away girls his age. So naturally, when the family received confirmation that Grunion had begun to produce sperm in the discovery of traces of semence in his bed, he was sent to boarding school to complete his education as cultural and sexual, in accordance with his nature . Very religious at the base, Grunion, despite the advice of his parents, neglected military careers that were offered to him and turned to the novitiate where he excelled both spiritually and sexually. He quickly received the support to guide novices and younger talent sexual sign swine according to the rites of the gods of acquiescence in the religious life of the applicant, did not cease to grow. Again neglecting the advice of his relatives who saw him quickly climb the ranks of the priestly hierarchy, Grunion had opted for a simple monastic life. His sexual experience made him a popular favorite among board swine only turned to same-sex partners. Jeff's tongue carefully rasped the surface of the anus while masturbating. Grunion, which perfectly mastered every muscle in his body, opened his rectum and Jeff was surprised to see his tongue sucked inside. From the first seconds, he felt the intense taste of swine rectum. Intense, but clean. Jeff had a fear of this subject, which had quickly evaporated. In him, he vowed to ask Grunion best ways to have a so clean anal hygiene, so as to benefit to Del, who had remained on the surface. If Jeff had the opportunity to put more than his tongue, he would have done. Grunion had to have thought about this possibility because he has turned to whisper a "wait" for the teenager excited. With a great roar, Grunion had pleasure in Del's ass, who growled deeply under the influence of cum he sensed in him. Scarcely had the last jet out, Grunion asked to Del to roll on his back and to raise his legs in the air. Del did not try to understand and obey. Then Grunion gently took the boy by his side and showed him the path. "He's all yours, son. shows him how much you want him too. " Jeff did not move, surprised by the offer. He looks at Del who invited him. Jeff approached, somewhat agitated. Only taken before, he became the person who did it. Del's ass was already closed but the sperm was clearly facilitate his task. Jeff pointed his sex against the stiff collar and pushed inside. Jeff returned with a blow from the outset and was surprised by this new sensation. Any gender sensitivity was exacerbated by the heat and humidity that prevailed in Del's ass. The latter groaned, smiling. Of course, Jeff was far from being as hung as Grunion were. But Del compensated for this lack of stimulus by the deep feelings he felt for the boy. Jeff asked to himself for a moment how the rectum could be closed so soon after the passage of a member as big as an arm or almost. but the pleasure taken in filing his companion took away all rational thought and Jeff dedicated himself solely to sexual pleasure. Del had his satisfaction, if not being the first in his ass, being the first man that Jeff took his entire life. He thanked Grunion internally for that. Suddenly, Jeff felt a powerful pulse that came from his loins. He ejaculated before so he knew what was going to come, but this time the feeling was incomparably more intense. With a long groan, Jeff dropped his semen in the body of Del. Exhausted, he collapsed on the body of his friend who took him in his arms in appreciation. Entirely to cajole and caress Jeff, Del did not pay attention to the mouth of Grunion, which closed on his sex still stiff. The expert licks of the swine did enjoy a few moments after while Del kissed Jeff. Grunion did not lose a drop. His duty done, the swine smiled to Del, kissed him on the mouth and finally went to lie down on his bed naked, with semen flowing a little of his glans and its small tusks. Jeff kissed him again long before rise from Del's arms. Del did not protest, totally gutted and sank on a deep sleep. Unable to wash, Jeff tried to wipe out the semen with some fabric but he found nothing but Chauncy's overall. It could not decently be used as at least without the permission of the latter. He gave up and went into the forward cabin where he sits on the seat between Chauncy, who was driving, and 42, who was watching. Jeff felt a little uncomfortable because of Chauncy, who was so prudish and reserved. After all, he had to fuck loudly with two adults in the rear of the vessel. Jeff then realized that the pilot's face was more relaxed than usual. He even smiled slightly. Jeff looked at Chauncy's hairless sex and realized that his cock, instead of hanging between his legs, rested on his thigh, pointing toward him. A drop of semen was flowing again along the glans, but also from the mouth of Chauncy, who returned the look, graced with a small knowing smile. Jeff understood and relaxed. All sexual beings from the ship had finally got their satisfaction in one way or another. Jeff realized that he, the 14 year old boy, was regarded by adults as an equal. It filled him with pride. The trip went smoothly. The strong sexual tension that existed was settled, and if Jeff spent some time in Del's hairy arms, their sexes were quiet, and they talked and discovered a little more each day. Jeff learned and his partner was much younger than he thought. 21, when he had bet on the thirty under his pace, his voice and experience. Chauncy had however noted that the years on their home worlds were not of equal length. Jeff was still close to the truth, because with the corrections, Del would have been within 25 years if he was born on Earth. The evening of the third day, the aircraft radio began to crackle. The shuttle was in range of the nearest base. The initial contact was followed shortly after the overflight by two hunters who made sure that the shuttle was full of refugees, and not an enemy squadron. Arriving near the base, however, Chauncy had to leave piloting to a remote control that parked the bus in a shed away from sensitive areas. The welcoming committee was fairly succinct. Two doctors and four armed soldiers to deal with any unpleasant surprises. To ease the tension, Grunion, dressed in his priestly robe, went out first. Chauncy and 42 then, Del and Jeff finally. If Chauncy and 42 had submitted their clothes, Del and Jeff had only an undies to share. Holes in the back to boot. Del's first impulse was to give the undies back to Jeff, but considering the first friendly gesture made by Jeff, Del found that it would be an insult to do that. Del then put the undies. Too small, the fabric that barely covered his sex and seemed ready to tear even with the slightest movement. Jeff was amused. Del searched for something and he thought of his eternal khaki bandana still encircled his head when he was not asleep. He took off, defeated in the folding and folded to form a rudimentary loincloth that tied around the waist of Jeff. He proved very sensitive to the gift. Del completed the gift by a kiss on the boy's mouth. Their identities checked, they were led to each individual cell to rest. Del and Jeff had won a trip to the clothing store where they obtained a work uniform in size, devoid of any insignia of rank and hit with the letter "c" to emphasize their status of civilians. 42 had to make something with a piece of cloth which he put himself in shape and size, the army do not having muidoriens sizes. In front of a mirror, Jeff was pleased to watch and admire. He was very well done as well. Even if he felt he should make an effort about his body fat. Del found the boy even more attractive as well. Discussions with officials responsible for recovery of victims, they learned that only 59 people, including them, were recovered from the carcass of *Bellerophon*. 59 out of more than 6 000, passengers and crew. More fun, they learned that the two soldiers responsible for inspecting the shuttle with which they arrived were quickly emerged publicly asking what animal could well be dead inside. And for how long. And why it was still there. The four days that followed, the survivors had little time to see each monopolized by the formalities and medical examinations. Del and Jeff learned to appreciate more forcefully their few moments together. Grunion prepared for him in more a declaration of intention to take Jeff with him, but he did not have time to complete the register with the written consent of the boy when that Jeff no longer expected happened. A soldier appeared at Jeff's cell and asked him to confirm his name was Jeff Sanders. Jeff confirmed, and the soldier asked him to follow him. Grunion was with the military but he does not say a word. Jeff and mute the duo went to a hall of arrival. The hangar was partly occupied by two gears that Jeff knew well. Rescue capsules. Jeff was dumbfounded. He refused to hope. But he sought a familiar figure among the people and the soldiers present. And he found one. A tall, strong and thick. Bearded and dirty, but the face that suggested a strong adult and aged Jeff. Jeff began to run toward him and he literally jumped on him. "Dad !" The man, still reeling from his return from the vacuum of space, put a few moments to react. He had just measure the chance of being alive, knowing being the 61st survivor. "Jeff... Oh my god Jeff... It's you ! Oh thank you... Thanks, God..." The man shook his son as he never had done before. All that Jeff had maturation disappeared and then he became like a little child. This did not escape to Grunion. The two men could hardly breathe because of their embrace. When they finally relaxed the pressure, Jeff inquired of his mother. "She has not been recovered ? - I... She is not with you ? - No... - A security door was closed and we were separated. I do not even remember how I got into a capsule. " Jeff could not answer. His father understood that the incredible luck that had brought them together had its limits. They stayed glued to one another, to relieve their pain and ensure that they could no longer be separated. Sitting on the bench that faces the small ornamental garden, Del tries to put things straight in his head. At his side, Chauncy was well aware that the news of the return of Jeff's father was both a wonderful news, and the end of something. Grunion had sent him to Del because he knew his natural calm and laid back would be more wise than his easily excited nature. "I'm returning the situation in every way, I'm happy for Jeff. I mean, he has at least recovered his father. was a possibility. Very low, but possible. - I thought you had anyway decided to leave. - That's true. but apparently there is a big difference between having the intention to do something and be in applying this choice. - Is that hard ? - Grunion describes me Jeff in the arms of his father. I see him very well, like a little boy. - He was, yes. Grunion yet ensures that it will not last. Jeff is in the middle of his adolescence. A very volatile time. - Gods knows if I had, partners of all ages and all kinds since I was old enough to do, but I must say that I never thought a human, a kind of lowest and more full of gaps, would have such an effect on me. " Chauncy put a friendly hand on Del's shoulder. "Right now, Jeff still needs a father anyway. It is almost certain now that he will never see his mother again. He has other things to do and think only bind love with another. - I do not blame him for that. Shit... When I think about everything we've done together... From what we felt for each other... For I still feel for him... - You do not blame you. It's in his nature, even if today the boy has regained the upper hand. You never questioned why, when we were in the station all the time he tried to sleep with one of us ? - He was lost. He was alone. He was afraid. - That does not explain everything. Even lost and alone, he would never asked so much to Grunion at the earliest opportunity. I do not know about you, but I've never known a young male who has done the same with you two. - That's true. I did not ask, it's Jeff who was nestled between my thighs. I even felt him get well positioned on my cock and start to rub. - And in the shuttle, you and Grunion were naked. and he gave to you the only property he had left. I tell you Del. You made the right choice to help him to mature a bit but I'm sure when the time will come, he will come back to you. - Why do I feel so bad then ? - Because you do you also must to grow a bit I think. Not physically, but mentally. So far, I do not think I am wrong in saying that you have had only partners for one night, right ? - That's true. - Jeff is the first person with whom you want more. But this scares you, not because of his age, but also because you've never been confronted with this important step. You try to find you a whole bunch of reasons to escape that choice and at the same time you hope to accomplish it without any effort. but I tell you, Del. Nothing really happens without effort. You sincerely love Jeff, but to have him for good, you'll have to change first. - Probably. - Do what you have already done. Jeff is not any more a child, but he is not quite a man. You share it with him at your own level. Him physically, emotionally you. You must reach a balance, then everything will be for the better. " Chauncy said it all. He got up and let Del with his own thoughts. All the joy of finding his father, Jeff neglected his other comrades. He wanted only one thing, remain as long as possible with Will, who did not let his boy away either. Will appreciate even more the presence of his son, remembering how he had become distant, harsh and cruel with them in recent months, thanks to puberty. He still remembered the crisis that Jeff had done when he learned he could not escape the cruise. Experience showed that Will's idea to spend "family time" on the *Bellerophon* was actually not a good one. The father and son shared all their time together. Jeff told him about his adventure on the abandoned base, but «forget» to relate the intimate moments that he had shared with Del and Grunion. This omission seemed natural. Jeff felt the links reconnected with his father, but it seemed that this part of his adventure did belong only to himself. Will did not have much to tell. The capsules were designed to preserve their way their passengers. Once inside, the survivors were anesthetized to avoid him too much stress and facilities on board were responsible for the maintenance of bodily functions. Will was entered into a capsule and then he was asleep. His next memory was when the soldier opened the hatch. The days passed on the base. Every day, Jeff and his father went to the news, see if the survivors had not been recovered. But every day brought no novelty. One morning Jeff woke up later than usual. He found it strange because her father had to wake early to go with him on the news. Will was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face closed and sad. Jeff knew immediately that something was wrong. "Dad... - Ah, you're awake... - What's going on ? Why did not you awake me ? - I... I did not sleep that night. I went for a stroll along the esplanade. Jeff... - Yes Dad ? - The base commander was there. We talked. The... The research was abandoned yesterday. - Why ? - The commander told me... I wanted to let you sleep, you slept so well, I did not have the heart to wake up this morning. - But why ? - Jeff... It's over... The... The capsules can provide only three weeks of life... And the limit of three weeks was the day before yesterday... " Jeff wanted to protest, but he burst into tears. Will not resist any longer, and he contained his now orphaned son as loud as he could. From the moment Jeff had recovered his father, Del was trying to avoid the other group members during the time they remained in the station. He knew, by rumor, how Jeff was devastated when the search had been officially abandoned. He also knew how the father of the latter was a great help, while he himself had lost his wife. 16 years of life together. Del did not remember being 16 weeks with someone. Two months, big up... That gave him something to think about. The station slowly emptied of its survivors now that the research was finished. Chauncy and 42 had left for their home. Chauncy would probably take a position in the engine room on another ship and 42 to go where he could complete his thirst for knowledge. Grunion had also been repatriated. Del had decided not to change his plans. He would go home and do what he had to do. And for the next step, he would see. To avoid an untimely meeting, Del chooses a flight from random, arguing business to settle instead of going directly from the shuttle that would serve Therion. The open door of the shuttle finally invited him to ride but he felt at the last time a pair of arms embrace his from behind, the latter encircling his torso. "Jeff ?" The teen smiled. His face would sometimes just on the chin but somehow, Del felt him... Wiser. "But how... - It was not hard to guess. I just had to wait for the start of each shuttle to know if you'd be there or not. I could eliminate flights that pass through Therion, this helped me a lot. I knew you would take any shuttle except those to avoid me... - You know I... I have things to do... - Me too. I'm leaving tonight actually. I... - You what ? - He helps me a lot you know. I regret having fled and ignored him the last two years. And mom too. For her I can not do anything but I will not repeat that error again. 42's right. The important thing is not the mistakes we do, but learn not to do them again. - That's true. - There is what I learned with you too. And others. - Ah, that... - I'm not talking about sex. Finally, too. But not that only. - How ? - For days I thought I had lost my parents. I think all I did was a way to offset that. Fuck with you was great, Del. But I think it was more a way for me to reassure me. - It is not impossible. - By finding dad I have wanted or needed no more. Even with you. And yet... I do not want you to go... - Jeff... - No, let me finish... - Okay. - Find dad was my greatest joy but knowing that you would leave without me... I do not want you to leave, Del. I want to stay with you. But I understand now, with my mother's death, what you have to teach me by doing this. And I must do violence to myself to accept that. But I will. - I know it's cruel, Jeff. I have also experienced this lost and I am sad to have to impose to you. But it will serve you, as I am used to too. - Grunion is really a great guy. Perverse but brilliant. I like him a lot too. I also knew that if... that if Dad had not been there too, you were disappointed not to replace him. And that, I must say that it trumps everything. - Jeff... - I also want to tell you two or three sentences and more... But for, I need... " Jeff took Del's hands in his and looked him straight in the eye. "Achebe mahat. Kalonis ardento. " Del, on the spot, did not understand. Then he often heard this old Therionien sentence, long time ago, in civics. "This is..." Del rose and looked for the words supposed to be known by heart by all Therion, but that he had chosen to forget. "Ardento posima. Livit Ertug, " he continued. * Ertug Meto. savini plume. * Plumeti redondat. " Moving a bit on the tip of his feet, Jeff kissed Del on the mouth before he could react. Then he rested his heels on the floor. Del looked around him. "Mmm. Missing at least three people. - And this place, anyway, is not suitable. - Right. - That's what I want. I mean, that's what I want from you. Not now, I know. But later. - I'll give you that one day, I promise, Jeff. " Jeff, one last time, contained Del in his arms. He took the opportunity to discreetly slip unwittingly a piece of laminated paper in his back pocket. "I hope so. Do not expect you scroll, Del... " Jeff replied back, not wearing a look that Del got into the shuttle. He tried to keep a strong insurance but did not succeed completely honest. Del saw him join his father who had just entered the hangar. The approach of the boy was something unusual. He was... More confident. Something different, yet never seen in him gave off. It would take several months before Del does understand he had seen the man finally being here instead of the teen. The shuttle flight, Del went in the toilet of the aircraft. Opening his pants, stroking it with a smile the very tight white undies which enclosed his sex. A little of Jeff stayed with him anyway. In the evening, Jeff returned home. The shuttle flight, Jeff went into the toilet of the aircraft. Opening his pants, stroking it with a smile the khaki bandana that covered his sex. A little of Del stayed with him anyway. \_ **Three years later.** \_ Sanders residence was quiet in this summer day. Jeff read, lying naked on his bed. His father went to see him because he had just received a strange parcel for the boy. The box itself was nothing strange in form and color, but it bore the name of Jeff. No address, no stamps. Will knock on the door and entered. Jeff sits down to receive the package. He made no gesture to try to hide his now fully hairy sex. " What is it ? - I thought you would know. Someone put it in the box for you. " Jeff gauge the package. Since his return, the youth had changed a bit. He had hardly grown (thank you, dad's genetic heritage...) but he lost fat. However, he had gained enormously in muscles and in the end, he were almost as thick as that fateful day of the attack on the *Bellerophon*. His appearance had changed, however. He had changed his glasses for a model with finest glasses and most importantly, he had cut his hairs very short. Will had watched from afar this change in his physique without much action. His psychiatrist told him that this excessive masculinization was a symbol of his close passage to adulthood. An approach quite usual. Will thought it was only partly right. He had never, during the sessions, dared to say than before leaving the base, he saw his son giving a kiss in the mouth and lovingly embrace a male Therion from an open panel in the hallway shuttle to the hangar. Will had tried to keep it for him but after a futile argument with his son, he had thrown this info to the front of him. Jeff had been deeply wounded. Will knew he had gone too far. It took weeks to impress upon his son always, he would keep the affection and love that a father should to his son. Jeff had come to accept the implied apology from his father. Yet he still refused to talk to him about anything, arguing that it was part of his private life. Will include but Jeff said he could see was plagued by the fear that his son be a victim of his own inexperience of life. "I'll tell you one thing Dad. Guys, I've had I do not know how many (it was fake, but Jeff wanted his father to the quick bite and sit his argument). But I know the difference between a desire, an impulse, and something deeper. " Will had considered more prudent for him to do as he believed his word. "You do not open it ?" Jeff began to tear the cardboard, but he stopped his actions and looked at his father, who understood. Will went out and shut the door. The torn cardboard delivered two envelopes numbered 1 and 2. Jeff opened the first. there came an old underpants torn, dirty and torn on the back. The memory of that underwear had never disappeared from the memory of Jeff, who could not restrain a smile of happiness. Febrile, he opened the second envelope. He released an old army used undies. The strong odor that emanated from it clearly pointed to the sender. Jeff found a piece of paper on which was scrawled three words only. "Which one ? None ? » Jeff slipped in a hurry a khaki shorts and rushed shirtless outside the house without taking the time to put on shoes. He cast a quick eye and keen on all passersby and neighbors passing on the little avenue, but he found not the one he wanted. Will, alerted by the stampede on the stairs, looked at his son looking for someone or something in the street. Jeff thought for a moment, then went into the back garden. Will went into the porch where he saw in the garden, a figure he had seen fleetingly three years ago. This form, he did however never forgotten. Jeff saw Del, leaning against the wooden fence. Therion wore the exact same uniform as at their last interview, but more faded, and more neglected and apparently had made use. Jeff dominated himself and walked slowly to Del, who made no step towards him. At one meter away, Del began to look closely at the form of both new and familiar body of Jeff. Jeff saw him a few small changes at Del. Already, when he was smaller before the two were now almost the same size, same as Del losing one or two centimeters. A two-inch scar now barred Del's right cheek, who also replaced his bandana khaki (hidden under a slat floored by Jeff) by another of a slightly darker hue. Jeff feared for a moment that changes, greater in him than in Del him harm. Del felt in love with a fat teenager. Would he love the more muscled man ? In any case, Therion never tired to feel the belly, who still look thick but more rigid than in the past. Jeff could not help looking at the scar. He put his hand on the cheek. "It's a long story you know... - I believe you. You have time to tell me ? - Any time you want. - I'll never get tired I think. - I hope so. " Jeff and Del took himself into the arms of each other and kissed passionately. "Oh by the way, Del ... Finally, none. " Their kiss continued, even more passionate. Will did not leave them from his eyes. Jeff had turned 17 four months earlier, but he had just received his greatest gift. He saw Jeff train Del toward the house. The door burst open and the two men passed him without stopping. Jeff just took time to warn his father that it was not worth cooking for him that day before closing the door of his room. Will no knew just what to do. Faute de mieux, he decided to leave his house to try to clear his head. But despite a long walk, a single thought filled his mind. His son was busy having sex with the man he hated the most in the galaxy for what he had done. A slightly chilled wind finally came out Will of his torpor mental. He realized that the sun was about to fold. He then returned home and s' that saw he had not done many miles from home. Retrace his steps took him over two hours. His house was plunged into darkness except for a light in the bedroom of his son. During his walk, Will had had many want to return home, and expel Therion from Jeff's room. But why ? Jeff was old enough. He made the choice to love the Therion, having sex with him. Will did not like the idea, but he knew if he would be intervening, he'd lose the love and respect of his son. This thought had prevented him from doing so. After what they had lived together, he would never do anything that would make him loose his son. Resigned, he opened a box of med and swallowed a pill. Then he went and sat under a tree in the garden, directly on the grass. The contact of the damp grass made him feel good. He even managed not to think about anything for one hour. Then he felt a presence. A fairly being massive sits at his side. It gave off a musky smell pretty strong. Will saw the flame of a lighter to light a cigar and get the first scrolls in his lungs. The being opened a can of beer and Will saw it swing right under his nose. "It's nice to offer to me my own beer... - True, sorry... " Will still took the can and took a sip. Del opened a second can and did the same. "Del Makin, by the way..." Will not answered. Del do not blame him stood, he knew that everything was going to play now. "You can be proud of your son you know... - Why ? - You've done a good person. He knows what he wants. And make sure to have it. He is courageous, that we saw in the abandoned base... Intelligent... - Like you ? - Yes. - I'll believe you... - This is the case yet... - Ah... How could I believe a... being who fuck with a 14 year old boy ?? I took a tranquilizer recently and I regret it. I want to strangle you but I do not feel the courage to make the first move. - Lozarin, right ? - How do you know ? - Your perspiration has this peculiar smell of anise. And then you accepted beer. Had it been something else, you would not have taken because you're smart enough to know that you should never mix alcohol and medication, except with the Lozarin. - Fucking therion's nose... " Del could not repress a smile. "And then I saw the box on the kitchen's table." This time it was Will who could not repress a smile. Nervous, but a smile. "And now ? You tell me you love my son ? - I do. - And how do you know ? - Almost nothing actually. Except that the last three years, I had not spent a week without the desire to come here was not felt. I had not spent a month unless I've had the urge to keep Jeff in my arms and embrace him. I had not been a single day goes by that I do at least think once to him. - Words... - It was not a moment passed without the memory of the taste on his lips back to me. I know every nuance of his body sweat. I know what parts of his body and fondle how to... Finally you get the picture... But most important is that whatever time I imagine my future, at no time did I conceive it without him. And this, from the first day I met him. - 14, damn... - You know I've done nothing wrong. - How can you be sure ? - If this were the case, tranquilizer or not, you'd already called the police. " Will not answered. "In fact, I know you did. Jeff told me everything you said. I can not imagine that you may not have tried to do something. - That's true. - So you know that I have violated no law, human or therion by doing so. I knew what I was doing, and believe me, Jeff, too. - I just can not believe it. - You let me ask you something intimate ? - Try your luck. - With who have you had your first love relationship ? " Will was surprised by the question. He tried not to answer but could not prevent the distant memory of that day back in memory. He was careful however to answer. " Like father, like son, it seems... - What ? - You refuse to answer. So I was right. - I do not understand... - Do not take it badly, but you humans are one species of the easiest to read. Your silence is an answer in itself. - I do not see how this is related to Jeff... - You're very sensitive about the age of your son. This is normal. But at home, I felt something else. An embarrassment to evoke the hidden. I told you, you are very easy to decipher, at least for us Therion. I therefore understand that you were almost in the same situation when it happened. " Will sighed deeply. " It's true. I was 14 too. Was with the older sister of my girlfriend. She was almost 20. - What if I think about your own laws, is not very wise. - No, indeed... - So it's not his age that is really in question, right ? - No... " Del drew on his cigar and took a sip of beer more. " I want grandchildren. - Hmm... On this level there I can't hardly help indeed. - This is something which for me is... Fundamental. It is a matter of family honor. I am the last of my family. And I do not like the idea that after Jeff, there will be nobody else. Can conceive of such a thing ? - No, I do not think so. I never had the desire to have children. And I have three sisters and two brothers that they will do that very well. I guess that makes me feel less guilty about that. But if I understand you have had only one child ? - We planned to have several, but Elena, my wife, suffered from internal bleeding after Jeff's birth. She recovered but the doctors were forced to withdraw her uterus. - Bad luck. - You said it. - The solution is simple though. - I remarry ? - Yes. You are still young, you always have some charm and it has been three years now. Nobody will accuse you rush, to violate the memory of your wife. - I do not know if this will work. I do not know if I'll be ready someday. It does not go a day without me thinking of Elena. I think about her each day, each week I want to have her on my arms...I do not know if you can understand. " Will then realized he had said exactly the same as Del when he spoke about his relationship with Jeff. He looked at the Therion which meant by the look he had noted the resemblance. "The only difference, is that Jeff was alive and I had the chance to see him when he would be ready. I guess that's the best definition of love. Realize that we become a full complete being by finding the right guy to spend his lifetime with. - I do not think Jeff is ready anyway. For a married life I mean. - I agree... - Huh ? - Jeff has matured a lot over these past three years. But he still lacks experience. This time however I can stay with him for help. - You're going to stay ? - Is expected. Okay so I am here on Earth, not just for Jeff. I need money, I'll spend the next three years working at the spaceport, on the docks. They give to Therions high wages, is the advantage of coming from a world that has a gravity a bit stronger than here... " Del looked at the starry sky. He looked visibly for something, but not originating from this world he was struggling to find. "You would know or tell me where is what you call Tauran ? - The Taurus constellation you mean ? It is not up yet. Not until three o'clock in the morning in this season... - Too bad, I would have show you the place where I'll go after. - I do not understand. - I do not intend to stay on Earth. Jeff knows. When I'll leave from here I sincerely hope he will follow me, he knows how Novia is important to me. - Novia ? - Therion-Novia. My home world is dying as you may know. Being exiled was a chance because it actually allowed me to participate in the search for a new world for my folks. - You've found it ? - Yes. In what is for you the Taurus constellation. A near-perfect world. Very little indigenous life and no intelligent species. I'll definitely moving there in three years. - Why wait and not go now ? - There is no regular line to get there. We need to charter a shuttle for that. It's expensive. With my partners we're a part of our resources to go faster. But our goal is achieved now. Therion, The central government will help us financially and encourage people to colonize this world. Its only flaw is that it is beyond the remnant of a supernova, radio communications are very difficult with the rest of the Federation. - A supernova ?? - No worries, the breath has passed yet. You call it the Crab Nebula I think. - Or I see it, yes... But, Jeff ? - Jeff knows how Novia matters to me since the beginning. He also knows how I look for him and vice versa. He also knows that I have made my choice to leave. This will see him for the next step. But whatever his choice is, I will accept it. " Will could not speak. He held his head in his hands. "I... Can no longer think. I do not know who you are or what you think... I see you as a monster, a pervert. You... Did something I never wish to happen to my worst enemy... And you're here... For three years I dreamed of the day or in pursuing you, I'll have myself ripped your guts off. And you're back. Voluntarily. Not that I had to do anything. And just listening to you speak, you've destroyed a whole section of my beliefs. A bastard would never be back here. And you're here... " Will got up and walked to another tree. Del followed. "I see the choices that are left to me, and none fits to me. I have the opportunity to hunt, to kill you, but if I do that, I know I'll lose Jeff forever. I am unable to do anything that could harm him. But agree to have you with him by my side... Throughout this time, I saw and heard my son about you. He told me how he dreamed of the day or you would return. I let him do so, while saying that you will never return, that Jeff would eventually realize that you had manipulated him, deceived him, betrayed him. I knew it would not be the best day of his life but that he would finally understand who you really are. And here, you are here... " Del put his hand in his pocket and took out a piece of soiled paper and ripped, he gave to Will. "What is that ?" Will looked at the piece of paper in light of Del's lighter. "It's Jeff's writing... Well, when he was younger... - And it's your address. There is even his Network identifier. He gave me this paper. Actually no, he put it in my pocket without my noticing just before I left the base. He knew that for a variety of reasons I could not contact him or visit him, but he did it anyway. With his Network ID I could find him anywhere, even if you had moved to another planet. " Will was silent for a minute. "I lost the woman I loved three years ago. It's a pain that I want anyone to know... I do not like you. But of two evils, choose the lesser. Make my son happy, Del. Otherwise, I swear to you that the entire galaxy will never be enough to hide you from my anger. " --- "Jeff ?" Jeff did not answered. He looked through the glass roof of the spaceport, stroking his short beard. Del insisted. "Jeff ? - Oh yes, excuse me, I did not hear you. - You have forgotten nothing ? - I do not think so. No, everything is there. " Jeff began to put his belongins on the treadmill that would send them into the cargo bay. Then he returned to the canopy. "It's the last time... - What ? - This is probably the last time I look at the sun. My sun, I mean... It's strange, but I never thought it would have that effect on me. - How do you feel ? - I want to go, but I'm afraid at the same time. I am not afraid to stay with you Del, but somehow a part of me refuses to follow you, or even just to leave this planet. - The star of Novia is a little bigger and hotter. This will be a big change for you. - That does not worry me. I also know that it's normal to be scared. I've never been this far in the galaxy. - This is not a first time for me. Do not worry Jeff, what you feel is normal. When I left Therion, I stayed at my star like you, you do now before I leave. I said to myself than I'll never to return, and yet it happened. - What should I understand ? - Whether it is never a final departure. With or without me one day you'll come back here once or more. We never really leaves our homeworld. Or rather, it never leaves you totally, we always bring it with us. " Del knew a bit of what Jeff felt about. The last four years had not necessarily been easy between them, but now it was the time of the great escape. Jeff was really going to leave Earth for the first time in his life. " I wish Dad was here... - Me too. He does not like me much but it does not matter, I respect him very much. I even think that he is also beginning to find me a creep after all, even if he never confessed. But with his broken foot... - It does not matter. I'll always love him but as long I am with the person who matters most to me, it will fit. " Jeff took his hand in Del's one. It was time to board the shuttle. The phone vibrated, indicating Jeff the receipt of a message. "You still have that thing ? You know, on Novia, it will not work... " Jeff looked at the screen and smiled while pointing at Del. "Bon voyage. Good luck. " The message came from his father. "I keep it anyway, this is not the kind of thing that I can left behind." Jeff smiled and kissed his companion, who played some of his fingers in Jeff's beard. "In thee, I don't think I could left you behind me too..." Hand in hand, the two male boarded into the shuttle that would take them to a new world, a new life. *Bonus 1 : Net interview* *Following the request of many Net users, we invited the protagonists (at least those who were still alive. 42 died a few weeks before the decision to implement the program was taken) of the story you've been following with passion to strength they talk about their personal background, as well as some questions that our viewers sent us. The interviews were conducted over three years because of some of time and travel issues. The interviews were edited to form a coherent whole. The footage is available upon written request and reasons. All rights of reproduction and dissemination exclusive.* (The scene shows a red chair on white background, except for Del and Jeff's excerpts, recorded on Therion Novia) \*\* Q: First of all, thank you for having responded to our call for evidence.\*\* Jeff : It's nothing Del : It's normal Grunion : you're welcome Will : It's natural Chauncy : it is already recording ? \*\* Q: We'll start to know you a little more...\*\* Jeff : My name is Jeff Makin-Sanders. I'm 27, earth way. I am an architect-networks, I am currently on Therion Novia. I'm married. Del : I'm Del Makin-Sanders. I'm 34, Therion way. I am chief executive of the Three Villages. I live on Therion Novia. I'm married. Grunion : My name's Pervisii Grunion. I am 47, suidons way. I'm Magisteran. By definition, I married my Gods. Will : My name is William Sanders. I'm 51, earth way. I just left my job as a controller. I'll rest a few weeks and after that I will open a security firm. I remarried three years ago, I have a son, Jeff, and a daughter, Vanessa. Chauncy : I am Chauncy Ethiun. I am 39, yithians way. I'm chief engineer on the *Brightstar*. I am married and have five children. **Q: How would you rate your life ?** Jeff : Full and complete. I'm only at a quarter of my theoretical existence and yet I experienced more things than many of my contemporaries. Del : I'm happy. my life is calmer than before, without being boring. That is what I was afraid of. Grunion : my life I have fully satisfied me. Will : The death of my first wife is an excellent reference. I hit rock bottom at that time. It makes me appreciate what I have to his fair value. Chauncy : I am a little tired right now. Fortunately, the holidays are coming soon. **Q: Have you been surprised to see your story run on Networks ?** Jeff Of course I was. I'm not the one to hide anything but then to put everything on the table without that we do not ask me anything ... Del : I'm more surprised by the extent that it took. After all, I'm not the only survivor of a ship destroyed during the war. And I read stories that seemed more exciting than ours. Grunion : We live in a world permanently connected to its members. So no, I don 't have been surprised. Will : I would have preferred that this remains between us. I mean, those who lived this story. I tell you frankly. But it came out, so ... Chauncy : I was scared at first. But not anymore. Nothing has been truncated so it suits me. **Q: Yet you have all refused to sell the rights of your people and your personal adventure for a fiction.** Jeff : I thought it was unhealthy. What I experienced is mine alone. Del : I have not offered enough. No, kidding ... I am of the opinion of my husband. I thought it was too unhealthy. Grunion : I do not see the value of such a thing. Will : I have had enough with this story, it was not for find it on a screen. Chauncy : Why not, but I'm not sure it was a good idea. **Q: Much of the material found your story comes from the writings of 42. Unfortunately, your friend died not long ago, reached the end of his existence.** Jeff : On the station, I put 42 KO because I believed he was 41. I always regret my thoughtless act. But now, not anymore. Del : I hate him. No we have been studied, it was his natural role after all. But we have not been asked our opinion before releasing it. Grunion : The muriodiens have always been curious. But even for us suidons is a bad thing. Will : I do not know him. So I can not speak. Chauncy : 42 disappointed me. **Q: How would you describe your sex life ?** Jeff : It finally enters the heart of the matter... Del : I was wondering when we would go there. Jeff : I am happy and satisfied with this plan there. But this is not what matters here, right ? **Q: Yes. Many speakers were more than shocked.** Jeff : I can understand that. But to judge properly, you must have all the elements in hand. My sex life has not started after the sinking. I was 14, but it started a little before I was 11. I had driven many flirtations with school friends. Males one only. But aside long caresses, no one I knew was willing to go further than me then I longed for. At this moment I clearly remember being a ball of hormones ready to explode. And I had the chance to meet Grunion, and Del. **Q: It was a good thing for you ?** Jeff : who knows what would have happened if I did not have cross their path. To go back a little behind, I was pretty frustrated and angry. I thought I was not good enough for others. I was too big (which was somewhat true anyway), too ugly, and that was why my partners ended up rejecting me before going further. And then, curious and stubborn, I have sought to learn more about myself. I must say that my parents, anxious to protect me, had taken the lead on this and blocked everything that I could "shock" me on the Network. But I was already good enough to crack the protections without their noticing. I learned a lot about myself and others. Will : We did what we thought was right for him. With my current experience, I wonder if this approach is correct. However, I do not want my daughter to know how ... Finally one day... you know what I mean. Grunion : human beings are as strange as yithians on sexuality, especially with youth. We have a saying here that could inspire them. "It does not protect from drowning by living in a desert." Jeff : I learned at that time that the boys were flying this plane at different speeds. I was just more advanced than others, that was it. I was reassured I was not the problem. At least not directly. Del : Nothing is more normal than to protect young people against the various dangers that threaten them. Even for us, Therion, which sometimes pass for finished perverse to those who do not know suidons. Do not forget, however, that our respective laws are mostly in agreement with our biological specificity. Except for humans and yithians. **Q: You talk about the legal age ? Or legal size for yithians ?** Del : Exactly. You are well placed to know that your own maturity varies from one individual to another. **Q: Yes. The limit was set for humans to protect statistically the majority of our youth.** Del : And the others ? **Q: I beg your pardon ?** Del: You set a limit. This is normal. We also have, even if they are a little different. I mean those who are outside this limit, while physically, they are suited. **Q: That's a question that is sometimes debate about in our world.** Del : Let me be clear. I'll never say it is normal for a child to have sex with an adult. Therion do not think, no suidon did consider, except the inevitable pathological cases that you have too. Your problem with you humans is that your maturation occurs fairly anarchic. Jeff was mature enough early in his life but your company's desire to protect mass, chose to ignore his own capabilities. He had to break laws, even social and family ones just to find out more about him. He took risks just to be able to know, and I do not think it's right. I do not yeal to humans to want to protect, but I think they do it the wrong way. \*\* Q: You said it yourself. Our respective laws are generally in agreement with our biological specificity.\*\* Del : In my life I have known human people older than the limit, and yet were not ready physically or mentally. I've learned that I knew and their emotional and sexual life were a complete disaster. You had even crossed some, right ? **Q: I have to admit. Some of my classmates were immature mentally and I have colleagues who I confide never even a green plant, and yet have kids.** Grunion : I believe the fault is the climate of your planet. You'll notice that Therion and Suidon know a tropical climate on the whole surface. We have never needed clothes. Since time immemorial, our skin is suited to our respective suns. We never had to protect ourselves from the cold. We also know how to use our plants and minerals to protect us from our parasites. All these things you humans, you did not. All this has meant that we never had to hide our genitals. You saw on arriving here that nobody did, and it is the same for Therion. There are other factors of course, as the rapid maturation of certain parts of your globe, which took precedence over others. We have experienced gradual changes and regular. Many differences that explain our stories and different companies. **Q: Yes Del, you're the only one we saw in Therion being clothed, either here or on your home world. Why ?** Del (smiles): I will surprise you. I find the clothes of humans eroticism incredibly driven. Especially military inspired like I'm wearing here. You have developed simple fabrics that are nothing for you but for me are highly stimulating. That must make you understand the excitement I felt when Jeff offered me his undies. **Q: Ah ... But he did not know the meaning of this gesture for you.** Del : that I knew. When I told him about it, you know what he said ? Jeff : I agree. I said «I should have did it before.". Grunion : I know you feel the garment is also a social indicator. It shows who you are, or at least who you would be. It serves as adornment of seduction.(Grunion shows his leather glove he wears on his right hand) This glove summarizes everything I'm here. You've probably noticed the trimmings that differ among individuals. All have their own meaning. I wear the tunic only when I'm out of my world . **Q: Few people are aware of the Therions. You could talk about them ?** Del : I'll get to the point because I doubt that your question relates to the rules of inheritance or land ownership. I'll stick to the facts of our biology so that you understand the spirit of our laws and our customs. We, Therion, we have a longevity of about 80 years, Therion way. Our world, once was a hostile planet. To compensate, nature has given us the ability to have multiple births naturally. We are born in the company, in general, 8 or 10 other kids. Before, wildlife took away half of our new-born in the year that followed. But everything changed when our world has gone mad. **Q: Having become mad ?** Del : no one is able to explain it. But the radioactivity of our world is gradually increasing. Biodiversity has taken a hit and it does not work out. We were winning at first, because our litters survive more easily in the absence of predators. We had to develop medicines and laws to limit the size of prints because overcrowding would have quickly overwhelmed us. We went to litters of 3 or 4 individuals. But now, in recent decades, we gave deadly radiations. I am representative of the thing. I am the only one in my scope to be born alive. My brothers and sisters died in utero. My mothers gave to my dad 6 living Therions, me included. They had also to incinirate 21 dead babies. (Del pauses, some tears in his eyes) Therion is lost. Scientists believe it will be uninhabitable within 5 to 900 years. \*\* Q: That's what drove you to seek a new world from home.\*\* Del : Well, not only... I continue. Our litters are smaller, but our biology has not changed. We begin our sexual maturity at 8, and we become adults at 13. **Q: What, after correction, is almost identical to human physiology. Yet, you said you were surprised to learn that Jeff was just 14.** Del : It's simple. I had never had sexual partners before him so young, human to boot. I have no preference with regard to age. But I like my partners bodied, with thick bodies and muscular or fat, I do not care. My youngest before him was a distant cousin of... 10 years. Which is 15 Earth years. Jeff was just a little younger, but in the limits of our laws. What really worried me was whether Jeff was going to bear the separation. I had no experience with a so young human, so no marks. I wanted to keep him close to me but I knew I had to go, and I could not take it with me. He would died on Therion. Grunion : If Jeff's father had not been found, I was willing to accommodate the time it became independent in your own laws. Chauncy : I'll be nominated too, but at that time, my love life was in chaos. I could not have assumed this task. Will : It was not the best day of my life. I was furious against him. After all, he was an adult and my son no, even if it was in the process of becoming. Del : I know that's what scares you the most. When we are in a period of maturation, we are encouraged to have as much experience as possible. Not only for pleasure, but to develop our social life as well. The separation is part of that education. You all have known this pain. You suffer. We, we learn it, willingly. This allows couples to stay together in the future. **Q: You've thought about taking a partner like you ?** Del : If the opportunity presented itself, yes. You can guess that in a society that is have breeding difficults, homosexuals and not frankly desired. I have had Therions lovers. But for a variety of reasons, it never worked. Those, like me, like our own sex, are not welcomed. I have very difficult relationships with my parents. I am certainly administrator of the Three Villages in gratitude for allowing to find a new world, but I am almost an exception. The rule in Therion is exile. **Q: We had that in common. Although the situation has improved for humans for centuries, it remains a thoroughly homophobic.** Grunion : For those to whom you seem the strangest, these are the yithians. They are naturally bisexual. We are, at a lesser degree. Just ask at Chauncy. Chauncy : (do not speak, turns red as a tomato. As with all matters relating to sexuality for that matter). Will : I never lied to my son. I've always said my dream was to have many grandchildren. Imagine the shock I received when he told me everything. Now I have Vanessa. But I will not deny that I intend to have a third child soon. I'd rather be sure ... **Q: Have you tried to do something against Del ?** Will : Oh yes. Grunion cons too. Once recovered from the shock, I spoke to the terrestrial authorities, and they have opened a folder, but they quickly made me understand that they could do almost nothing. "You see, it all happened in places that enjoy the status of extra-territoriality. It is therefore the legal status of each participant that could be taken into account. But neither Suidons nor Therion, condemn relationships between adults and teens, less to prove that your son was forced to. " You see, I remember their answer by heart yet. Had there been an adult human, they would have done something. **Q: But Jeff is human.** Will : But he was not the adult. Get it ? Our laws prohibit an adult human to have sex with children. But no text, human or otherwise, prohibit a human teenager to have sex with an adult outside of his race. It's written black on white. The prohibition refers only to adult humans. **Q: Legislators have not thought of ?** Del : Of course they did. But the texts were written just before signing the treaty of alliance between our worlds. They were negotiated to fit all of our biological differences. The problem is not a bad writing of the Act, but the fact that you, humans, you persist in denying the existence of sexuality in your teens. Will : The Laws ... My only chance was to let Jeff said than he had been raped. I was not stupid. I went smoothly. I have benefited from therapy because of the death of his mother trying to make him say, through these meetings, he had been forced. It never happened. Jeff : I must admit that at the time, I've realized nothing. And then the meetings stopped and I did more thought. You know, I often saw my father naked in my childhood, when he went to shower or when he went to bed. he never inspired me the slightest desire. But when I saw Grunion undress in front of me as my father had done many times before, I immediately wanted him. As I did not had had enough, I tried with Chauncy. You've seen how he's made ? A sex bomb on feet... Chauncy : (still says nothing, gets even more red). Jeff : And then I saw Del. This was not the first time I saw him because he had opened my escape pod. But from that moment, I told myself he was superbly built. Grunion had given me for the first time in my life an intense pleasure. And I dreamed having again, this time with Del. It's like that, it is not explained. **Q: What about pheromones ? The suidons are major producers of such substances ...** Will : I thought about that too. But all biologists have confirmed to me. These molecules are specific to each species. Others feel their presence, their fragrance, but the chemical principle itself requires appropriate receptors that exist only within each species. Just in case, I did check anyway, you never knew, because of a mutation. But Jeff went numb. Same for pheromones of Therions. Jeff : I was wondering what was the purpose of these tests. As strange as it sounds, I did not yeal at my father when I knew. We are linked so unwavering. more than the father-son relationship, we knew this miracle to survive both. This marks us forever. Will : I finally resolved that I refused to admit. My son... had always acted by his own will. When Del came to Earth, I do not hide that I struggled with him. But the more I knew him, the less I hated him. However, I do not like him. I do not think I will ever like him. But he has earned my respect, I must admit. My son is happy with him... it seems... It is what matters to me. Nothing else. When they were married here on Earth, after their union on Novia, I argued for a scheduling problem for not coming to the ceremony. But the morning when I woke up, my first thought was "my son is getting married today." I knew then that I had to go. And I went. I disagreed with the choice of Jeff, but when your only child marries somebody else, then the father's last duty is to support his child, even at the expense of his own views. Grunion : I would had liked officer at the ceremony. but neither were swine. They invited me anyway, it touched me. Chauncy : I almost was late. I could curse myself all my life if I had not been present. **Q: I have to leave, so ...** Jeff : Just put it right. Del : Bon Voyage. Grunion : May your gods protect you. Chauncy : It's already over? Will : Tell him that... Finally ... Do not cut it : I love you, my son. that's all. *Bonus 2 : about Therions ( excerpts from UniWiki )* "Therion" refers to a people living on the planet of the same name and the name of the language spoken. Planets : two entries Therion: terrestrial planet orbiting Delta Centaurii. Semi-major axis: 1.15 AU Aphelion: 1.3 AU Perihelion: 0.90 AU Period of revolution: 401 days Period of rotation: 25 h 14 min Satellites: no equatorial radius: 6945 km polar radius: 6921 km gravity : 1,15 Mean Temperature: 28 ° (Earth: 15 °) Population: 3.45 billion people. Demographics: - 3% annual Capital: Rastatedo (2,654,000 inhabitants) Status: Planet undergoing depopulation. Visit by humans is forbidden for medical reasons. Can only stay in space stations. High levels of nuclear radiation from internal sources. Therion-Novia: terrestrial planet orbiting HIP 26255, constellation of Taurus (visually confused with the Crab Nebula). Semi-major axis: 1.20 AU Aphelion: 1.4 AU Perihelion: 0.95 AU Period of revolution: 414 days Period of rotation: 23 h 22 min Satellites: two equatorial radius: 6811 km polar radius: 6798 km gravity: 1.12 Average temperature: 24 ° (Earth: 15 °) Population: 1,687,000 inhabitants Demographics: + 8% annual Capital: Three-Villages (411 000 ) Status: World attached to the Therion central government, with settlement status. Visit authorized but require a visa, renewable. Immigration allowed (annual quota). Therion (race) : The characters are a species in humanoid-felino. Born in Therion (Delta Centaurii), the species is present in its current form since 41 000 years. Features: Therion is a being bipedal, with features that resemble terrestrial mammals. Its average size is 1.65 meters. Average weight: 95 kilos. Few disphormisme sex. Longevity: 80 years. Staves: 6 to 10 individuals under natural conditions, adjusted to 4 maximum by actual laws. Puberty: 8 years full maturation: 13 years Menopause : 40 years Language : Therionic. Unique and planetary language since 3 500 years. The Galactic language is also widely practiced. Political system: Democracy, indirect clan representation. Economic system: moderate and regulated capitalism. Currency: Kaluat. Exists only in digital form for 250 years. Fixed exchange rate with the Euro: 0.65 K for 1 euro. Practice and Law: Social structure: nuclear family. Religion: traditional local Animism (95%), Catholicism (3%), other (2%). Rituals : the traditionally Therion knowns 4 states during its existence : 1 : The child. The infant is symbolically welcomed by the company by placing two thin rings in one ear. Installation is performed by the closest parent of the same sex (father to son, mother to daughter). In case of absence, a distant relative may conduct the ceremony (uncle, cousin, brother). If needed so, a neighbor, a passerby can perform the ritual. 2 : Adolescents (between 8 and 10) marked for girls by first menarche and for boys in the first ejaculate. The childhood rings are removed, broken and replaced by a thick black ring. 3 : Adults (between 13 and 15 years): 5 years after, the black ring is broken and not replaced to mark the release of the young of parental care. With this ceremony, also ends the requirement of parental care and accommodation. The single adult bears no distinguishing mark. On his marriage, he wears a colored ring at the ear (any color is possible, except black). 4 : the Dead : if worn, his marital ring is broken and crushed. The body of a Therion is systematically incinerated (including proponents of monotheism). Part of the ash is collected to design a tiny funerary statue kept by the family. The excess ashes are scattered. It is possible to design several statuettes for a single individual. In case of death with inability to recover the body, ashes from a symbolical funeral pyre are used. Education: compulsory and free from 3 to 13 years. Manners: Nudity : public. The Therion does no clothes naturally. Marriage : possible once the transition to adulthood. Imposed monogamy. Divorce is not allowed, only death breaks the marriage. No text prohibiting the same-sex marriage. Each married person includes the name of his spouse in his family name. Progress of the ceremony: reduced to its simplest expression. The couple wishing to marry goes to the plaza for this purpose, and pronounce the ritual words after verifying their identity by identifying palmar. The union is validated by the presence and acceptance of 10 adult witnesses presents on site (validation of identification testimony by palmar as well). Every adult Therion can be a witness, including the benefit of a family member. To avoid possible traffic, each citizen can be witness only twice in a month. Reproduction: theoretically possible for a teenager. The teenage daughter, however, must be endorsed by his parents. An abortion may be imposed. Surname: the child bears the family names of both parents. On his passage to adulthood, however, he keep only one. He can also change the first name he was given if it not suit him. The change is permanent. Adultery: possible. The abandonment of the family is severely punished financially. Sexuality : depends of age. Children: a summary of their education is taught by parents and school. Any sexual relationship with a teenager or an adult is strictly prohibited. Tolerated sexual games among children under supervision. Teenagers : sexual practices among teens are free (female contraception required). With adults, possible if three conditions are met : - the process must come from the youth - the young retains the possibility to interrupt the relationship or connection. Parents are necessarily informed. - the adult has the duty to break the romantic relationship after three months maximum after the first meeting. Adults: free practices, subject to the consent of the partner. Homosexuality : Concerns about 5% of the population. No law condemns sex between individuals of the same sex. However, no laws reprimand homophobia. In fact, homosexuality is not accepted on Therion. The openly gay Therion is forced into exile. On Therion-Novia, homosexuality is viewed in a neutral way. Many exiled have become accustomed to going on Novia. Adoption: The child who loses both parents is automatically placed under the supervision of the government, which says a close family member if the latter gives its consent. Traditionally, the child is entrusted to the eldest of the family if the latter accepts the role of new parent. If no family member accepts this role, or if the child is the last survivor, he is entrusted to a couple or single person who requests it. There are few orphanages, an orphan in general remains limited time without parents. The adoptee takes the name of the new parent in place of the old. Arts and Culture: The cultural and artistic life of the therion race is very active in terms of quantity. Qualitative level, however, the all external races are to agree that both in music, literature, sculpture (except burial), painting, theater and movies, the Therion surpasses *Vogon* in terms of atrocity. The traditional passion, almost cult, of Therion for Celine Dion gives a good idea of?the magnitude of the disaster. Technology: Fairly advanced. The Therion company is highly computerized. The money is digital since 250 years. Each Therion is identified by his palm prints that serve as identity cards, passports, payment method and key for access at home. In case of inability to use the fingerprint (illness, amputation, congenital malformation), identification is done by genetics. Computer data are stored from three days (access to a building for example) and lifetime (bank and fiscal) as required. Transportation : The transit networks are highly developed. Very few of Therion have a personal vehicle. It is possible to rent a car and a driver in case of special need. The urban architecture has for centuries been calibrated to optimize travel between places to live, work and leisure. Each line of the network is operated day and night, with very variable frequencies, however : a link between frequency every 5 minutes and twice by night. Employees of transportation companies do not have the right to do strike. Armed Forces : The planetary forces are very weak. The defense is provided by an air and space army, and by a network of orbital guns. Energy : The use of fossil fuels has been banned for over 450 years in Therion and since the beginning on Novia, except natural gas. Electrical energy is produced from fusion reactors Tokamak III. Traditionally, the individual and collective housing is equipped to produce, in case of distribution's failure , solar electric power and / or wind power when needed. ( File 784-9654-8547, updated last time 2 weeks ago )

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Title: University Life - Afternoon Break by Ghosty Tags: Badger, Character Development, Coffee break, Folf, M/F, No-Yiff, Teacher, jealousy This story has been written with the purpose of aiding TheAlphaFolf in establishing his character Richard 'Max' Cromwell. Fiona Black & Grant Sellers are © Ghostwolf/Ghosty Richard Maxwell 'Max' Cromwell is © TheAlphaFolf Many thanks to Lei Lani for proof reading and providinding editing. The University of Aberdurie and the City of Aberdurie are the creation of and © Ghostwolf/Ghosty The University of Aberdurie and the City of Aberdurie are fictional settings located between the real world towns of Stonehaven and Montrose in Scotland **University Life** **Afternoon Break** Fiona sat in the warm autumn air, the scent of strong flowers and coffee mingling around her as she waited patiently for her new friend to arrive. Drumming her claws lightly on the plastic topped table to a tune she enjoyed, she glanced around to see where Max might be. From what she had been told, Max was always very punctual and his relative tardiness made her wonder if she had perhaps been too forward with the folf during their first meeting. Fiona knew she could be a ferocious tease and haunting flirt, often without even realizing it. In spite of her playful disposition, she had hoped the younger folf might be fun to spend time with, and perhaps share one another's pasts. There was so much Fiona wanted to talk about but she knew she had to be careful on certain topics. She had guessed from their initial meeting that he was quite sensitive to strong emotional conversation; his body language alone had told her that. Simple conversation would be easy, but personal information would be like walking on cracked glass. Fiona sighed softly to herself and tried to ease her thoughts; today was for fun after all. She heard footsteps quickly approaching and turned her head to see Max running to her. From his expression, she could tell his tardiness was not his fault. Standing up slowly, she waved at the folf as his pace slowed until he stopped just a few feet from her. "Hi stranger; would you like a towel when you're done panting?" Max gave her a crooked smile as he continued to pant, straightening himself again and popping a few muscles in his legs. "Sorry I'm late." Fiona giggled. "That's twice we've met and twice you've opened with an apology. We really need to work on that or people will think you're a walking tragedy." Max finally got his breath back. "I know, but I truly am sorry. I couldn't find a parking spot anywhere near here." The badgeress patted his arm as she stepped a little closer. "Aye, I know how you feel; it's why I walked and left my car at the university." Max nearly coughed his words out. "You walked! It must be a forty minute walk from the campus!" Fiona smiled. "Not from the library it isn't." Max looked confused for a moment as the badgeress guided him to sit at her table. "I know, what was I doing at the library, right?" Max nodded; he hadn't expected Fiona to pluck the question right out of his mouth. "I was teaching, believe it or not." Max sat down. "You're a linguistics lecturer, right? Unless you were looking for books in different languages why were you teaching there?" Fiona grinned and sat back in her chair, folding her arms. "Amaze me; why else would I be teaching in the library?" Max shut his eyes and tried to think. "You're not looking for books in foreign languages; that much I've gathered already. You might have been looking for geographical reference around where languages are based; no, linguistics doesn't teach the geography related to languages, I've seen the curriculum. Oh there we are; something deeper in the curriculum that would take you away from the university." Fiona smiled, marvelling at the folf's thought process, and purred softly. "Keep going." The sudden but soft interruption almost distracted the folf, but he cocked his head to the side and closed his eyes tighter. "Trip planning? No. Applications in the real world? Perhaps, but that's closer to the end of the course. Research for political etiquette would fit the bill with the international summits that have just finished, but it doesn't seem like something you would do." "Wanting to do and needing to do are two different things Max." Taking a deep breath, Max continued. "I think you like combining wants and needs into your teaching," he said flatly, and Fiona sat back, looking uncertain. "You would take people places to teach them something you're passionate about..." He then grinned. "It can only be one thing then." Fiona relaxed back into her chair. "Well then? Impress me." "The history of languages in Europe." The folf smiled, with a sigh of relief. The badgeress fixed her gaze on his and her eyebrows raised up. "Very good, but why?" Max chuckled. "Well you've already told me your hobby is history and you're a passionate lecturer from what I've heard over the last few days. That and Grant told me you've travelled a fair amount so I just had to add it all together." Fiona giggled to herself quietly and rolled her eyes. "What?" "The fun I could have with that brain of yours. I'm not all games though, Max." "Well that's good to know; I know I'm bright but too many more mind games and you'll burn me out." The pair shared a soft chuckle before Max continued. "So what's on your mind, Fiona?" The badgeress looked at him curiously. "What makes you think I have something on my mind?" Max shrugged. "I guess it's just a habit I've learned. Normally when I get asked out for coffee it's because someone needs a favour or just wants to pass on a little news." Fiona sighed then shook her head. "Nothing of the sort. I know what it's like to be the new person in town and how hard it can be to settle in. So, why don't you tell me what's on your mind instead?" Fiona waved for a waiter as she waited for Max to answer. Max shrugged again as his eyes darted about his surroundings. "I don't know; its fun being here but I can't help feeling that I'm cut off." "Aye, I understand, lad. Travel wasn't always kind to me either." She reached across the table, patting the folf's paw. "I rarely saw my parents or heard from my brother when I travelled, though I always wrote to them and let them know how and where I was." "If they couldn't contact you why contact them?" Max asked, feeling a little foolish at his choice of words. Fiona gave him a gentle smile. "Because that contact, no matter how small, kept me going and kept me sane." Max nodded and looked into his lap as he considered the badgeress' words. A brief interruption by the waiter, who took their orders then disappeared into the cafe, gave the folf a break from responding right away. Fiona read the expression on Max's face like a newly opened book. She gave him a sad smile as if the answer to a silent question had just passed between them. Max's eyes were wide and pleading, yet they also appeared confused as he gave her a nervous smile. "Fiona..." Fiona shook her head and looked down at her paws on the table. "I know what you want to ask, Max. I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend." The folf's ears fell flat against his head and his tail dipped heavily. "I..." Fiona looked sympathetically at him, placing her paw gently over the back of the folf and stopping him from pulling away. "He's called James and I love him dearly." Max frowned and sighed heavily. "Why isn't he here with you?" Fiona answered, her tone almost a whisper. "We have a complex relationship, Max, and we do our best to keep it quiet." "You're having an affair?" Max said with cautious curiosity. Fiona thought for a moment. "Of sorts; like I said it's complicated." Max's expression softened as if he had accepted Fiona's rejection and was already prepared to move on. "So where do we go from here?" She squeezed his paw gently and smiled. "Do you think we could be friends?" Max was not sure if he was angry, confused, or hurt. "Friends who hide behind others backs or friends who hide in plain sight?" Fiona threaded her fingers into Max's and gave him an honest smile. "Friends who trust each other, hang out, share stories, and have fun in each other's company." The badgeress' words were like new velvet cloth that wrapped around the folf and brought him a comfort he hadn't felt in some time. "I think so," he said quietly, a smile breaking slowly across his muzzle as she smiled too. "So, what next?" Her smile turning into a wistful grin and she reached forward to stroke his cheek. "I have a few ideas. You only have a year here, don't you?" Max nodded glumly. "Well after we have our coffee, why don't we start planning? I can show you places that I doubt you have imagined, Max." The folf smiled and he found himself giving Fiona's paw a gentle squeeze in return. "I look forward to it." They shared a moment fondly looking at one another until the waiter returned with a tray carrying their drinks. \* \* \* Max smiled as he stood in the middle of the Library. What he had mistaken for love at first sight had turned out to be a friend in need of a friend. With so few friends of his own, and Fiona's situation explained as far as she was willing to, Max accepted her honesty with him and began to feel a different bond build between them. A bond of true lasting friendship. While they knew there would only be a year to share in each other's company, they had agreed to make the best of the time they had. They had planned a get-together at least once every fortnight as well as a catch-up time during breaks at work. Fitting their schedules together had proved complex at first but as they considered the months to come, everything seemed simpler. "I heard you had coffee with Fiona." Grant's voice caught Max by surprise and he felt a sudden shudder at his arrival. The bear approached him, looking almost aggressive, and Max wondered if Grant had feelings for Fiona as well. "Lucky, lucky folf." Max gave him a half-smile and a short nod. "Yeah, she's a nice girl." The bear huffed. "Careful around her though. Some people have been trying to get close to her for a while." "Like you." Max replied coolly. The bear felt anger rise up, but bit back sharp words. "Yes, like me. I find it odd that I've been talking to her for a little over two years and I've never had an invite to meet her, though I've made a few rejected offers myself. Then you turn up and within days of just seeing her, she's into you straight away." Max blinked and decided to clear the air. "I think you've got it wrong Grant; we're just friends, nothing more." Grant stepped back from the folf and his posture eased considerably. "Make sure it stays that way, Richard. I've invested a lot of time in her and I will be rewarded for my efforts." Max considered telling the bear that Fiona was already in a relationship, but she had also told the folf that it was a complex one. Instead of explaining anything, he simply nodded. Grant turned and walked away, leaving an icy friction between them. Max went back to the shelves and let his mind wander. He began to wonder if he had just made one friend at the expense of the other. Unwilling to let the new information that had passed between himself and the bear bring him down, he kept busy researching more topics for future classes. To be continued...

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Title: The Slave Market...story ver. by kaleemmcintyre Tags: Auction, Exhibition, Kangaroo, Lizard, M/M, Noble, Nudity, Rat, Slave, Wolf, slave master Story idea made up by [ beralin](%5C)'s picture: [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5487185](http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5487185) Listening to the local slave master's prattling could irritate anyone's sensibilities, but to listen to the short but stout mouse of a man offering over living people like they were produce was just the worst, at least for Sir Isaac Erin McAllister. The twenty-nine year old kangaroo noble watched apathetically at the dozen plus slaves who were standing before him with their eyes attuned to his own, each with a hopeful look that he would be their salvation from the indignities of having to be paraded on their chains like fish on hooks. Said hooks were fastened to a long, narrow metal pole that stretched several yards in length, barely enough room was given between each slave to insure their personal space as the roo watched each of them stand at attention before him. Some slaves were faced away from the nobleman with their tails raised up and uncovering the straps of cloth that made up skimpy looking groin covering while show casing their tight pink undersides in hope of enticing him to purchase them. It was a deplorable sight to see such mighty males, since by law a slaver was never supposed to have females outside in the brutal sun on that hot and airy of summer days, reduced down to cheap foodstuffs like meat from the butcher. Eyes running down the line of males on display, Sir Isaac let his gaze return to the only reptilian male of the bunch who looked to have seen a number of battles in his long life with long scars running smooth lines across his torso, neck and face. Those wounds said saying more than words to the roo about what the other must have gone through before he was forced to stand as he was now while showing off his masculine assets with a clawed hand raising up his half hard crowned maleness, his other pushing aside his loincloth as if it were a dancers veil, like it was the most natural thing to do. Wondering what kind of things the other must have seen before he was reduced down to the level he was, Isaac let his eyes trail over the dark green frame of the other male, taking stock of the dense muscles lined underneath the tight olive hide of the reptile before cocking his head and watching a long serpentine tail sway behind the slave almost eagerly. From the thick legs and sculptured thighs, Isaac watched as the long muscle stretching from the back of the reptile's anus made strange shapes across the ground as if making a language of signs conveying his hidden emotions. Trying to be discrete to save face, Isaac turned his head to the updraft of wind blowing through the market and inhaled deeply to catch the scent of the scalie. His sneezed reflexively as the crisps scent of lizard sweat and musk laden pheromones rose up from the reptile's half aroused length sitting between his fingers. Being a male lover, Isaac found his britches starting to tighten as his sheath became swollen and his balls tightened up from where they lay. Making a gesture of coughing so as not to seem as eager as he was becoming to *sample* this male right here in front of the on looking crowd of nobles, the kangaroo made the mistake of calling the attention of the slave master who was barking aloud of all those around to come and have a look at his wares. "Fresh slaves! Fresh slaves here!" the stout man shouted before walking over to where Isaac was standing and then smiled at him so wide that the roo thought the mouse's face must have been altered by doctors to get his lips to stretch so far onto the sides of his face. "Take a gander at this fine specimen; a scale-hide all the way from the Tarmenaan Islands. A bit scarred yes, but still a good buy if you are looking for some muscle working out in the field or pulling a carriage! Also comes fully equipped with a 9-incher and a virgin hole for those looking for something...more from their slaves other than physical work." The mouse slaver said to Sir Isaac as he both nudged and winked at the larger roo while trying to say without words what the reptile could be good for above all else. Trying not to become nauseated the kangaroo at the thought of another being, a male from a lineage of warriors no less being paraded the way he was, Isaac shied away from the other male, keeping his obvious disgust from his face before moving to the side and looking at the other slaves. His eyes failed to catch the slight disappointment that billowed inside of the reptile amber colored orbs before it was wiped away. Moving on further, the roo walked down the line, excusing himself several times as he walked inn between a noble who was using various of methods to elicit responses from the stalwart slaves who had probably had to suffer more than their fair share of indignities. Several of the *nobles* were touching and feeling up the pectorals as well as abdomen of the males on display as it testing fruit, some of them even had the audacity to use canes and sticks to raise the slave's loin guards to have a look at many of their groins. Isaac shook his head, both from disbelief as well as from shame, since he wasn't that much better as his eyes may have lingered a minute too long at several male packages that made a spike of want rise up throughout his body. How long had it been since he had laid with another male? Probably too long if he couldn't readily tell, but such was the curse of being a noble and having to put on airs to keep up the show of dignity for others to gaze upon. Being both a merchant and...trader by designs Isaac couldn't afford to have assassinations with prostitutes while in his business, bad for reputation and all as he had so often heard from those around him and his own father. Having heard from his recently passed sire about the shame his grandfather had to suffer from the accusations of hiring a female lover while he and his wife were separated; Isaac made a vow never to suffer from such humiliation so long as he lived under the banner of the McAllister's. Continuing to move back and forth along the line of males, Isaac made sure to look over several choice candidates that would be good for this home but refrained from touching them improperly as he looked at the various body types that would work well in his home. In all honesty, the roo found the idea of slavery deplorable but he wasn't a nobleman just because he was wise in the world of trades. Isaac knew that his home had been graced by the presence of unscrupulous figures in the past; several had even been so kind to leave threats and wishes for his demise behind in their wake. If it weren't for the fact that he kept his greatest of valuables and his one blessed keepsake from his past in between the walls of his house Isaac would have flippantly dismissed the gestures of intimidation. However, it was because he had things he valued the most kept safely tucked away that the roo was now looking for strong hands that would be good enough guards to protect his abode. Going back and forth up and down the lines, taking turns walking on both sides of the slave stands to see the faces of those who were turned away at the commands of other nobles, Issac grunted as he watched several who were blatantly not made for this kind of life and made note to talk to the chief commander for the city's guard about buying those who would be better suited working for the guard that being a house pet for arrogant upper class citizens. After all, wasn't it the duty of the nobility to use whatever means they could to keep the integrity of their city walls intact, even if that meant losing out on servants who they didn't even require? Isaac snorted to himself to still a laugh as he remembered some of the looks his fellow nobles had given him when he had said that once too loudly. Walking the line once more Isaac looked to the sky and realized that the hour was getting late enough that he should return home. It was then, after returning to where the mouse slave master was that the kangaroo made his decision. Of the sixteen other males that were on display on that hot and dusty of days Isaac only saw two other besides the scarred reptile that appealed to his sensibilities. The other was a dark grey wolf that stood next to the Tarmenaanin, a muscular looking specimen that was sweating heavily from the heat and shimmering in the light of the afternoon sun. He was a good male and a strong back from what Isaac could see as the roo's carefully honed eyes watched how the wolf's muscles would twitch ever so lightly and how the scent of the other was both strong and virile, both sure signs that the other could be educated in the arts of defending his home with proper training. It may take some coin and a few promises to the city guard to lend him a pair of soldiers to school the wolf, but it would be worth it if he didn't have to worry about what happened on his property when he wasn't there. The fact that the predatory canine's docked tail was raised up and sweeping through the air as best he could enticing the roo with the sweaty tail-musk of an aroused male had very little to do with anything as the canine shook himself slightly to throw off the sweat accumulating on his fur. Turning away, the roo walked over to a demur looking ram that seemed to be staring off into nothing, making Isaac wonder what was so wrong with the other that he seemed to fail to notice the world around. The brown furred male didn't look like he was the type who would be any trouble for a handler to work with, but that left the question of why he was there on sale since the ram appeared to be the personification of submission and deference, the ideal tool for anyone who needed a trusted slave to be in the home. If he were any other noble Isaac would have readily grabbed the bison up just so that he could have a subservient male around the house just to intimidate others that approached. From the heavy pelt of shaggy fur draping over well defined muscles, all the ram would need is to get that medicated look from off of his face and... Like clockwork the mouse watched the roo's eyes wandering over his stock and then scurried over after giving his best stock lines to another noble, a female rabbit who was trying not to look as excited by the thought of having a personal sex slave for her bedroom. Sir Isaac barely got the chance to see that it was one of his neighbor's, no less, who were looking underneath the shadow of her parasol before his attention was drawn to the slave master, "Ahhh, I see you have taken a liking to this slave here, correct?" The mouse said in his annoyingly high pitched voice making the kangaroo gnash his teeth together before he faked a smile, screaming inside of his head for the other to shut up talking. "Yes I am. I'm curious as to what this man's specialties are, if any." The roo played coy and watched the body language of the shorter slave master and noted when the other seemed to freeze up for a moment before composing himself. Ahhh, someone's doing something they shouldn't, Isaac thought to himself as he looked down at the mouse. "W-well, this fine slave here is...is a good worker for the fields the same as the scale-hide. He's got great potential in the home when it comes to cooking and making meals, preparing beds and watching over children. I'm assuming that milord has a bundle of tykes at home with the misses," Isaac almost laughed as he watched the mouse try to come up with something off the top of his head while obviously having nothing prepared beforehand. "I take it that he's a bit slow in the head?" The roo watched the slave master take a step back and then swallow thickly before whipping his head around nervously. "P-please milord, I'd gladly give him to you for twenty gold coins if you'll not make mention of this aloud." The slave master pleaded hurried as he rubbed his boney hands together nervously while twitching his whiskers restlessly. The slave in question seemed not to be paying much attention to anything as he looked around a little dully, but with a smile on his face that was almost childlike, completely failing to realize that he was being spoken about. "How about you tell me his story first and then we shall see?" The mouse told the tale in a hushed voice after he waved the roo down to his level that the ram in question had been dull from birth but could reason and figure out things if they were made simple enough to him. He had been found by the slave master some years ago when the bison had wondered away from his village and the ram had been given to the mouse on caprice by his kin after paying some silver for the other. Apparently, the ram hailed from one of the higher countries that was going broke because of the long standing war between the twin countries of Highover and Geraldine. Many of the villages between the borders of the two lands had either been raided in skirmishes or outright destroyed from the continuing conflict that went on to this day and many were forced to sell off their children just to have enough coin to see them through the bitter days. Though it was quite common an occurrence in the times of war, it made Isaac's stomach roll at the thought of having to sell one's own child just to escape from destitution, if only momentarily, however in afterthought, the roo surmised that it might be the greater mercy since many slaves usually got the chance to lead a modest lifestyle under the laws made by the crown...usually. "I'll tell you what I'll do slave master," Sir Isaac turned to look at the reptile who was hissing quietly while showing himself off to the lapin female who was fighting hard not to blush at the scale-hide's rising erection as he offered himself up as a spectacle for the woman's pleasure. "I'll purchase both the Tarmenaan and the wolf from you for eighty gold coins and then I'll give you another twenty to give that ram his freedom but put him under your care as a laborer." The roo said while reaching for his purse and making a show of letting it jingle loudly to let the slave master know how serious he was. "That's very generous of you." The man said while gritting his teeth. "Though I have to say that the price is rather low for the acquisition of two fine slaves like what you are wanting. Surely, you can pay..." "I could also bring the guard down from the castle and let them know you're trying to push off incompetent slaves off on the nobility...if you insist." Isaac said while a smile peeling at his lips. "SOLD!" The stout rodent said making many heads turn to look at him before he ran off into his oversized tent he had set up to house his stock and then returned with a step stool, rope and several keys while hurriedly making his way to the Tarmenaan to unlatch his chain. It only took a matter of minutes before the slave master had the reptile and wolf unlocked and the rope tethered to their collars before he stepped over to the roo and handed two sets of leashes to him while holding out his other hand in wait. A nervous smile ticked on the edges of his lips as the mouse looked up at the taller kangaroo with his beady eyes shifting nervously, a faint hope that the other nobles around hadn't heard any of their conversation and even less of their dealings. Isaac fought desperately not to laugh outright as he opened his purse and counted out exactly one hundred gold coins before handing them over to the slave master and then taking up the reins for his two new acquisitions. Turning his head to look into the scarred face of the Tarmenaan and then to the happily panting muzzle of the wolf the roo nodded to them before looking back to the ram and then the slave master, "Now then, you'll be sure to keep up your part of our bargain and put that ram in your employ won't you? I would hate it if the authorities came to do an inspection and found out that the quality of your wares was...less than up to standard." "D-don't worry yourself sir, I'm an honest businessman who makes sure to abide by the laws of our great and noble empress." The mouse said boisterously as he noted several stares he was getting from the on looking crowd of nobles around his stand, many of them turning to talk to one another while tipping their heads in the mouse's direction. "That's a wonderful thing to hear. I'll be back tomorrow then to see if there are any other purchases that suit my tastes; I might even bring the constable's lieutenant with me just to make sure that things are progressing smoothly. After all, to one businessman to another, we have to watch out for charlatans, don't we?" "O-of course! Well then, I'll see you tomorrow milord." The mouse said before he went about his way and unlocked the chain that bound the ram and then lead the slow witted male back to his tent with some less than gentle prodding. Knowing he couldn't win ever battle Isaac just grunted in annoyance before turning to look at the two slaves in his possession, both of which were staring at him with something akin to awe as they found their freedom from the slave master into their new owner's hands, and then sighed before walking away from the slave master's lot and leading them back towards his home. In the time it had taken the kangaroo to walk from the dusty bazaar back to his property he had spoken to both of the males and had acquired a plethora of useless information from them that seemed to have been beaten into their skulls. Most of which were things about what they were capable of, not to mention their names, the Tarmenaan's being Saalutran while the wolf's being Lupirion, and what they had been trained to do both outside and inside of the house. The last part being so inconceivable that it made Isaac stumble in his steps before correcting himself and continuing, though a deep scarlet hue tinting his face as his sheath began to bloat the middle of his pants again. Taking note and storing information away for later, the kangaroo spoke with both males at lengths about what he expected from the two of them and what he didn't expect from them before his feet finally stepped upon the ground of his modest home and a sigh of relief left him. If it ever so humble, Isaac thought with some exhaustion as he walked onto the soft grass that made up the front of his three acre property and then forward towards the double story house that looked almost out of place in the wide expanse of land. Both the land and the house had all been handed down to Isaac from his father when the other had passed and it was the storehouse for the greatest treasures the roo could ever own, and as the door to the house suddenly opened one of those treasures came out at breakneck speeds in his direction. Dropping the leashes of the two slaves on instinct, Isaac prepared himself for what was to come with the biggest grin he could manage on his face. The two slaves were once again in awe as they looked around and then watched the rolling strands of green sway listlessly back and forth in the wake of the afternoon breeze. If they had been able to gain a bird's eye-view of their new home the Tarmenaan and wolf would have seen that the space they were now privy too stretched on for almost a mile with nothing but trees framing the borders of Sir Isaac's land, but what did catch their eyes was something barreling forward at top speeds from the door of the home and coming towards their master like a archer's arrow. Both males reacted without thought, For Isaac it was a surreal feeling to be hefted up by his shoulders and then placed behind the two slaves as they stood with fangs and claws bared at the oncoming storm bounding towards the three of them. Not that it did them much good because the storm bowled the two males to the side as it hopped up into the air, feet forward and yipping excitedly, before crashing into Isaac. In the wake of what had happened the Tarmenaanin and wolf only got the chance to blink and shake their heads once they got up from off of the ground as they turned to look at their master and a smaller version of the roo that was hugging and rubbing against him lovingly. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" was the only thing discernable from the noise the little kangaroo was making as he rubbed and nuzzled himself into his father's embrace. "Hello to you as well Daniel. Have you been a good boy today for Nan?" Isaac asked while hugging his son tightly into his chest. "Yes, I was really good. I helped Nan wash the dishes and clean up the house and do the laundry and..." "That's a good boy! You're going to grow up into a wonderful man at this rate!" Isaac gushed as he felt his son yip and hug him even more tightly. The older roo let this continue for several moments before he set his son down and then turned to look at the two other males who were watching the entire scene in confusion. It was about this time that the younger roo noted that they had guests and turned his head upwards to look at the two slaves who were staring at him oddly. "Daddy, who are these people?" The young roo inquired while shyly trying to hide behind his father's leg. "I'll tell you once we get into the house. Why don't you go and get Nan and then we can all sit down together and talk." Isaac watched the younger version of himself nod rapidly and then bound away into the darker interior of the small house without looking back. Turning his head and looking towards the two males on side of him Isaac wondered to himself just how complicated the coming days would be as he grabbed both slaves leashes and then lead them inside into his home.?

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Title: 3 M's, My Many Mothers Ch. 10 Tags: mother son, son mother, incest, taboo *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 10 I pulled in the parking space and turned off the car. We were early so I hopped out and opened Lizzy's door. Looking around I saw Ivan's car a couple rows over. "Give me a call, I'll come get you." Lizzy kissed me. She looked stunning standing in the sun. A light wind flapped the hem of her dress as she stood straightening my tie. "Dan! Good to see you!" I turned to see Mike and a lovely young lady with him. He approached with his hand out as he closed the short distance he was now from me. "Mike! Good to see you." I greeted him. "This is my wife Elizabeth" I introduced Lizzy as we shook hands. He glanced quickly at the young lady with him. She grinned back. Something about Lizzy meant something to them. "Lizzy please!" My wife offered as Mike shook her hand. "Dan, Lizzy, this is my daughter Molly. She is working the summer before school starts again. Lizzy shook her hand Molly couldn't take her eyes off of her. Suddenly she realized I was waiting to shake her hand. "Sorry but...Dad...?" "Uncanny I agree." Mike replied. He seemed to give her a look letting her know that she shouldn't explain what it was that was so intriguing about Lizzy. "Dan please, when you're ready. Take your time Carl is running a bit late." Mike looked at us both. A big smile crossed his face. "You're welcome to come inside and wait Lizzy." "Thank you sir but I have some errands to run." Danny call me and I'll come get you, she reminded me. I gave her a quick kiss. I grabbed my briefcase and some files and walked with Mike and Molly to the office. Ivan greeted us. Introductions were made and we went into a small conference room. We talked generally for twenty minutes before Carl showed up. I thought Mike was truly impressed with us however the mood change dramatically when Carl arrived. We had done our homework and they had done theirs. We presented three properties we felt would fit their needs to start with. The first was a large parcel situated beside a tract of land we owned. The problem was it had no access without our property and everyone knew it. The second problem is the owner was a bit eccentric and insisted on cash. Carl was sharp but greedy. He wanted us to cut our commissions, take deferred payments, and no commissions on tenants. Ivan let me talk helping only when I needed financial support to back up my figures. Mike spoke rarely preferring to do what I did as a kid, sit back and observe. We had talked about a half hour when Carl talked about how he could bring crews in and build for less than local crews. He was full of shit and Ivan and I both knew it. This is Florida the land of low wages. This was 2010 the worst recession in eighty years was just starting to turn. Unemployment was high, and northern builders don't know shit about hurricanes and tropical storms. I gathered my papers up and put them back in my briefcase as Ivan explained the return on investment. He finished and I looked at Carl with a glare. "Thank you gentlemen! I appreciate you allowing us to come but we will not take up anymore of your valuable time." I put my hand on Ivan's shoulder. "Pop's let's go." Carl was flabbergasted. He thought we were either stupid or desperate. Mike stood up and looked at me. "Dan are you really prepared to walk out?" He asked. Mike knew I was. I could tell he was doing this for Carl's benefit. "Mike with all due respect to you and Carl, we came here to help you make money. Helping you helps us. We bring qualities no one around here can offer." "How so?" Mike asked. That was the real question. He wanted to know how we could help him where others couldn't. "Ivan and my grandfather have done business here years. We know the people. We know the trades and we know the suppliers. We know the small brokers. They trust us and we trust them. Carl here wants to go big with some XYZ Associates. Big money, bigger overhead." I said passionately. "The problem is they won't negotiate and they won't deliver. Every time they do a deal the small brokers get shafted. Well those small brokers live here. Their relatives run these towns and counties. Before you know it the red tape is three feet deep and then when you build they will not come and neither will their friends." I tried to explain. Mike looked at Carl hoping he understood what I was saying. "Ivan has been here forty years and everybody trusts him. You need these local people to embrace, better yet to be part of your projects. If Ivan and I had the cash to buy the one property we could develop it ourselves. But we will not go into debt to do it, and even if we wanted to the banks aren't loaning money." "Ivan is too close to retirement to risk his future on another bullshit terrorist attack or something. We need a company like yours. You have one hundred million in cash setting around." Carl looked at Mike like he told us something. Mike was as shocked as Carl. "You buy the one property and in two years with the property we own as partners we will both have the land cost covered. I can have you four fortune five hundred brands on the property in less than a year." Mike sat down and indicated I should do the same. "How can you do that?" He looked perplexed. For the next twenty minutes I went on to explain our proposals. Mike seemed interested but with years of selling behind me I could see Carl turned off. My guess is he had already made a decision before he arrived. "Dan can I have a minute with you privately?" Mike asked. "Sure!" I replied. He walked me to the counter where Molly was sitting. "How long are you down for?" He asked. "Just until Sunday maybe sooner. Kind of miss the kids." Molly looked up quickly when I said that, I was taken back at first by her shock. "Sorry. Lizzy is my second wife! We are technically on our honeymoon right now." Mike grinned. He looked at Molly I saw the look they shared back in the parking lot. "The birthday girl?" Mike asked. He had remembered. "The same." I smiled. "Oh my goodness! Dad told me about that!" Molly laughed. "Yeah well that was a unique couple of days. Let's not go there now." I sighed. "Dan I would like to invite you and your wife Lizzy to my son's wedding next Saturday at home?" He asked then looked at Molly. "Actually it was Molly who suggested it, but I feel the same way now." "Well I should ask Lizzy before I commit." I replied. "Great call her up and have her meet us at the Crow's Nest. She should know where that is. It's just down the road from your condo." Mike gave me another grin letting me know I wasn't the only one that did his homework. "Molly I'm going to go wrap this up. Honey why don't you get ready. We don't want Lizzy to spend any more time away from her husband." I rode to the bar with Mike and Molly. I waited in the parking lot for Lizzy to pull in. I removed my coat and tie she kissed me. I told her how much I missed her. She asked how it went. I told her I really didn't know. Less than fifty-fifty if I had to guess. I led her to the high top Molly and Mike were setting at. She ordered a drink and I ordered the same beer Mike was drinking. The waitress check our ID's. "Well happy twenty-first and six days birthday Elizabeth!" The waitress said. "Thank you!" Lizzy blushed. The conversation stayed on general subjects. The girls talked about college. Mike and I talked sports and general business concepts. It seemed neither one wanted to talk about families at this time. I was happy to keep some things private for now. I looked at my watch. Sally was at home we needed to get back. Mike saw me look. "We should let them get going Molly. This is a special week and Sunday will be here soon enough! "Actually I was going to ask Danny if we could go home early!" Lizzy announced. "I miss his kids so much and I know they miss him!" "You miss his kids?" Molly looked at Mike as she asked. "Well I've been babysitting them part time for the last five years. They are so special." Lizzy said. Mike looked at me in a strange way then snickered. It suddenly hit me. He thought I seduced her. Lizzy saw the same look and realized what she had said. "Mike! You should be ashamed of yourself! It wasn't like that. Daniel was a complete, and I mean COMPLETE gentleman the entire time. Even when I didn't want him to!" Lizzy scolded him. "Nikki and I are still best friends! And we didn't make love until he was divorced. Shame on you!" I thought Molly was going to fall of her stool she was laughing so hard. When she calmed down she turned to Mike. "They have to come. Daddy you need to make sure they come!" She was still giggling. Mike asked Lizzy to attend the wedding and of course she readily accepted. "And Dan just so you know, you will be sitting with my second wife. I'll be with my first wife, my son's mother. Molly will send you the details." We said our goodbyes. All of us laughing at Lizzy's outburst, well maybe not Lizzy so much. Lizzy was very excited about the wedding. We talked about how the day went in detail. Sally had cleaned the whole condo and had dinner started. She insisted Lizzy and I sit on the patio and she would serve us. She kissed Lizzy then kissed me. I could feel something was wrong. Sally was scared. I could feel the conflict deep inside. I change into shorts and a shirt. Lizzy wore shorts and a bikini top. The sun was setting behind us the ocean glowed in the golden light. Lizzy brought out a beer for me and two glasses of wine for her and Sally. She curled up in my lap her slender body felt great against me. I whispered to Lizzy. She listened then whispered back. The conversation was heated. I thought it was too soon. Lizzy didn't want to let her dangle any longer. Sally came out wearing shorts and a tight tee shirt with no bra. Her big tits stretched the material. Carrying some snacks she asked if she could talk to us both. I knew at that moment Lizzy was right. "Daniel. Lizzy I want to talk to you about something that's bothering me." Sally looked nervous. I could feel she was trying to let us down gently. "The last two nights have been a dream come true. Actually every night with Danny is, but now with you Lizzy...AMAZING. The two of you together get me so excited... I want to pinch myself to see if it really is a dream." Sally explained. "I want to be your pet in the worst way. But it isn't right that I stay in your bedroom. When we get back I'll move to Danny's room. You can have the master suite." I looked at Lizzy we knew this moment would come. "We are the same you and I." Lizzy explained as she nuzzled deeper against Sally. "I want it all too. You will need to teach me! I need you there with me. Danny needs you!" "Are you sure?" Sally asked looking at me now. "Mom the day may come when you decide to leave us but Lizzy speaks for us both." I assured Sally. Lizzy kissed Sally then took her and led her to me I stood up and kissed Sally then Lizzy. "Ladies I need to fuck someone and now!" I teased. We went to the bedroom and stripped. Lizzy offered Sally up to me, but I had a better idea to start the night. I ate each of them to an orgasm then positioned them on the bed with several pillows. Sally was facing up and Lizzy lying face down was on top. I fucked them both alternating between them. They ground their pussies against each other kissing the whole time. The tightness of Lizzy was a stark contrast of Sally's smoothness. They both came multiple times before I unloaded in Lizzy's pussy. We finished the night with Sally cleaning Lizzy's cunt while I filled her pussy from behind. The subject of Sally's place in our hearts and bed was decided that very night. I was up early and actually went for a run. I had a good feeling about the day. I knew the meeting didn't go well yesterday. Mike was maybe sold but Carl wasn't, I could feel it. I trusted my instincts in the past and had no reason to doubt them now. They weren't the only clients interested but they were in the best position financially. I started the coffee and took a shower. Drying off I looked at the girls just now waking up. "Danny we want to go home early!" Lizzy pleaded "We miss your babies!" "Sally why don't you see if we can change our flights to tomorrow morning. I have some things to handle today. Later I have something to show the two of you." I explained. "I'm going to take the car if you need to go out get a cab or call me." "Sally and I'll be fine. We are going to lay out and work on our tans!" Lizzy teased "Well just don't burn any sensitive parts I am not done with the two of you yet!" I teased back. I called Nikki and told her we were thinking of coming home early. I was talking to Kat when another call came in. It was Ivan. I said goodbye to Kat and answered Ivan's call. "Dan can you come to the office this morning?" "Was just getting ready to leave." I replied. "See you shortly." He said happily. I arrived at the office Ivan met me at the door. "I received a call from some woman, she asked for you by name. Refused to tell me what she wanted, said she will be here at 9:30." Ivan explained. I could tell there was another problem troubling him. "I talked to Carl this morning they're going in another direction." He added. Suddenly my morning didn't look so good. It was a tough pill to swallow, but hey, we did our best. "Sorry Ivan. Maybe if Charles was still here..." "Dan you did a great job. You even had me sold! Maybe we should look at this ourselves. I have some savings." "Ivan, we've talked about this, we'll be fine. Besides we still have our properties. Our day will come." I consoled him. I made a few calls. At the appointed time a woman came in the office and asked to see me. She was tall for a woman. I am guessing in her mid to late fifties. Impeccably dressed and made up, and she was black. "Good morning Ms. Patton. I'm Dan." I introduce myself. "Please call me Winnie, Dan." She smiled nervously. "Well Winnie how may I be of service to you?" "I would like to buy some property. You come highly recommended!" Winnie's smile broadened. "Well lets' go in here and see what we can do for you." I ushered her into the conference room. "I'm going to ask Ivan to set in with us. He's my partner and has extensive knowledge on current properties." I seated Winnie and asked Ivan to set in with us. "Would you like any refreshment before we start? A coffee maybe?" "Thank you for the offer but I'm not staying long." She grinned at me. "You see Dan I'm here to buy three pieces of property. Actually I want to buy the options to three properties." I looked at Ivan he looked at me. "Ok Winnie, which properties do you have in mind?" She opened her satchel and pulled out three purchase contracts for options on the three properties Ivan and I talked to Mike and Carl about yesterday. Clipped to each one was certified check made out to the property owners. "Can you help me with this?" She asked me as Ivan was reading the contracts. "Well we'll sure try Winnie." I grinned back. "Good now you need to get this done today. The first property is this one. If you don't secure this one, the others are off the table." Ivan handed me the contract. It was the property beside ours. It was a sizable piece right along I-95 at an exit. The problem is it had no access to any existing road. That and the property to the west was wetlands. Without our property it was land locked. In good times it could bring upwards of 1.5 million. Today it was worth maybe half of that. Old man Baker was asking 1 million and he wouldn't budge. Their contract was an offer for nine hundred thousand. Starting with a one hundred thousand dollar option for 180 days. "Winnie I know the owner on this property. He's pretty stuck on his figure, however Ivan and I'll go see him." I looked at Ivan he was still reading the other contracts. "If we secure this one we have your permission to pursue the others?" Winnie smiled. "You get that one and the others you may negotiate as you see fit" She handed me her card. It just said Winnie and her phone number. "I expect you will call the bank to verify funds. Ask for Miss Hawkins." "Danny this all looks good. Standard contract. Every property is discounted ten percent. Baker will be the problem as we know." He handed me the other contracts. "You know Winnie on at least one of these we may be able to get you a better deal. Maybe both." "Ivan that is the maximum we will spend whatever you save us we will compensate you accordingly. Now if you don't mind I have more business to attend to." Winnie stood to leave. "You have my number. I'll be available if you need me. You have until five today. I suggest you use your time wisely." Standing she shook Ivan's hand and then reached for mine. I took her hand then put my other hand over the back of hers. I could tell she was terrified. Winnie was no real-estate buyer, she was a front man for someone else...and I knew who. "Winnie tell Mike we will call you as soon as we know something." Her reaction was priceless. "You knew?" She asked stunned. "Tell no one what we have talked about. We will be in touch." I let her hand go. "You did a great job. Ivan and I appreciate what you are doing." We made a stop then headed to old man Baker's. Ivan was on the phone with the other listing brokers. As I suspected they had already been contacted. Ivan negotiated over the phone, they knew him and trusted him. We pulled into the dirt drive at old man Baker's. He lives in a sorry looking shack he calls home. I waited for Ivan to finish the call. We removed our suit jackets and ties before we exited the car. Mr. Baker was on the porch as we started walking up the gravel drive. He released Rusty. He was just a year old but almost full grown. The big golden lab bolted in our direction. Ivan braced for the attack but he headed to me instead. I reached in my pants pockets and pulled out the treats we had just bought. The big brute jumped up, his muddy paws landing on my once clean shirt. I teased him then handed him a couple of treats. He licked my chin as I bent down then headed to Ivan. Ivan was spared the paw prints. He just dropped the treats. "Thought I might see one of you two." Mr. Baker said. "Glad you both came." "How long ago?" I asked. "About an hour ago. Never made it to the porch. Just yelled from the car." The old man laughed as we both shook his hand. "Got a minute?" Ivan asked politely. Rusty came back for another treat. "Sure take a seat. Guess you two want to talk real estate?" "Bill we have come with and offer!" Ivan wasted no time on small talk. Mr. Baker looked at me. "Your grandpa talked highly of you son. Sorry to see him go. When your mother died, done broke his heart." I was surprised he knew Eve was my mother. I don't even know if Ivan knew. "You got kids?" "Yes sir, three with my first wife, planning on more with my second." If Ivan wasn't surprised before he was now. "Only kin I got left I care a shit about is my great granddaughter." The old man explained. I had no idea why we were going down this track. Then he shifted gears. "So Ivan what you offerin?" "Bill our client is offering to purchase the land for nine hundred thousand, against a one hundred thousand option." Bill looked at Ivan then to me I could see he was confused. "Mr. Baker, what Ivan is trying to say is this. We will give you a check for one hundred thousand dollars today. If you accept it you agree to sell the property to our client for nine hundred thousand dollars total. Our client has six months to come up with the other eight hundred thousand dollars. If they do you will be required to sell it at that time. If they don't come up with the full amount you keep the one hundred thousand." I explained. "But if I take the money I can't sell the property to anyone else?" He started to understand. "Only for six months. At six months or before you will have a check for the full amount or the property is yours to do with as you want. And you keep this check." "No land contract?" He asked. I looked to Ivan. "Bill, its cash or nothing. Paid in full before transfer or you keep the money and the property." "Tell me son what would you do?" Bill turned to me. This was the moment of truth. Would he trust me? "Mr. Baker right now the property is really not worth more than seven fifty to eight hundred tops. Who knows what it will be worth a year from now. Maybe more, maybe less? This offer is more than fair for today's market." I looked at Ivan and then back at Mr. Baker. "I need to be honest with you Mr. Baker. Ivan and I have talked to several people. The person that is making this offer we met today for the first time. Ivan and I believe it's someone that is associated with previous potential clients. If so they may become partners with us for our land." Bill looked at Ivan and then at me. "So what commission do I owe you if you make this happen?" I turned to my partner. "I'll leave it up to Ivan." "Bill we will take no commission for the deposit. That is yours free and clear. We get 8% normally but we agreed with the other clients to take only 6%. Danny and I agreed with what we stand to make on our property we will only charge you 4%." "Rusty get in the house!" Mr. Baker said. The dog sprung up and went in the open door. "Gentleman let's go!" I looked at Ivan. Bill was pointing to the car. We led Mr. Baker to the car. Ivan sat in the back. "Where to?" I asked not knowing where he was taking us. "Main Street first." I drove as he and Ivan talked. "Turn in here." I pulled into the bank parking lot. "Bill this is the bank?" Ivan explained. "Danny you stay here. Ivan come with me." Bill barked orders. They left and went into the bank. I waited for almost twenty minutes. They came back out. Ivan sat in the back not saying a word. "Dan can you take me home?" Bill asked. "Sure Mr. Baker." We rode in complete silence. I pulled back in the driveway. Bill got out as did Ivan. I got out my side. Bill shook Ivan's hand and thanked him. He and I met at the front of the car. "You are your mother's son aren't you? I like that Daniel." He let go of my hand and started to leave. "Sorry about the shirt. Oh and your grandfather was very proud of you." Ivan was sitting in the car as we waited until Bill reached the porch. He let Rusty out before we backed out and headed off. "Well?" I asked "He signed the contract. The bank notarized his signature. Next week I have an appointment with him and his lawyer. He wants me to be the executor of his estate?" Ivan was still shocked. "He couldn't have picked a better man!" I replied. Ivan made some calls but the word was already out. Soon both of our phones were ringing constantly. We stopped at the one brokers and closed the other deal we felt was the better of the two. By the time we reached the third we knew they would be desperate. Ivan could have been brutal but we had to make sure it was a win-win for everyone. They took our first offer which meant they would have gone lower but we were happy and so were they. By two thirty Winnie was back in our office and all the documents were signed and notarized. It was about four when I was on my way home. The phone rang. I guessed it might be Mike. "Hello?" I answered. "Hello Dan. Winnie called and said everything is handled." I knew it was him. "Yes sir. All the I's dotted the T's crossed." "Daniel you may know that Carl and I are on opposing teams now? It's important that my name isn't brought up at this time." "I understand Mike. Only Ivan and I know." I explained. "Molly is going home tomorrow to help with the wedding next week. I would like it if you three could travel with her. "The girls and I were just talking about that this morning! That would be great." "Great I'll have her call Lizzy with the details." Mike offered. "Thank you Mike. Thank you for everything!" "You just get ready with those clients. I'll see you next week when I get home." I was on top of the clouds when I arrived back at the condo. I had called Ivan and told him about the talk I had with Mike. Molly had already talked to Lizzy. The girls were waiting for me to arrive. I flopped down on the couch Lizzy laid on top of me wearing just her bikini. "Good day?" She asked. "Well it was a good beginning to the future if it all works out." I didn't want her to get her hopes up too high. "You still have something to show us?" She asked. I had forgotten all about that. "Sure we can go before dinner." I happily replied. "Tell you what why don't you take a little nap and I'll have Sally get you up in a half hour." She kissed me. "I have an errand to run. And yes I'll wear a bra!" I got up and changed into boxers and tee shirt and laid down on the bed. I closed my eyes knowing this day was a turning point in my life. A set of warm lips was wrapped around my hard cock. I looked down Sally was greedily sucking on me. I moaned as she reached for my balls. Normally I could last for as long as I liked but somehow the desire to cum overcame me this time. "Sally!" I warned her as I thrust up in response of her expert manipulation. This only urged her on. I felt the first contraction shoot a burst of cum deep in her throat. She pulled up her lips sealed to my cock so her mouth could take the next burst. Swallowing all she had milked Sally took me deep in her throat accepting the next burst like the first. She groaned as the fourth one filled her mouth. Now all that was left was small after spasms amounting to little more than a dribble. She wiped her lips with her fingers cleaning up any she had missed then licked it clean. "Madam asked me to get you up!" She crawled off the bed. "I am going to take a shower. I might need help!" I joined her and fingered her to an orgasm then helped her wash focusing on her big tits and nipples. On the way to dinner we stopped by the old house I bought years ago. I turned off the alarm and we went inside, Lizzy and Sally were overwhelmed with the size and grandeur of the place. I told them about some of my ideas to renovate. Sally looked at Lizzy. "It doesn't look like much but I had it checked out. It's a good solid house. I plan on updating all the electrical, heating, cooling, and plumbing. The floors are solid and can be saved I pointed out. I'm thinking it will cost a fortune but we bought it in a foreclosure. "You want to live here?" Lizzy asked?" "I was hoping we could live here." I explained "Seriously Danny?" Lizzy asked again. She looked at Sally they were almost speechless. Almost. "Well with what we did today if it all comes through I'll have some extra money. We should be able to get started in six months or less. This place isn't on the ocean but as long as the condo is still ours we have access. This is a perfect location on the inter-coastal. The kids will have neighbors to play with. You can even walk to town. And it's big enough that all of the kids can spend their summers here if they want." "Danny! I love you." Lizzy kissed me then Sally. "Sally we have to pick out the baby's room. Come on!" Sally stayed behind for just a second. "I love you Daniel, and every day I love you more than the day before." I knew I would need to spend more time here with this new project we have going. The previous owners had redone the kitchen and dining room. The work was top notch but they ran out of money and then lost the house. I figured if I sold the apartment it would cover most of the renovation, but I was still looking at least a hundred grand to get it all done. At dinner it was all they talked about. Moving walls adding closets. They talked about new tables to seat fourteen. Couches, chairs, colors, an office. It went on for hours after we got home. It had been a long week. A great week, but long. "Ladies I'm going to bed. Please don't wake me." I cleaned up and was so tired I didn't even slip on boxers. I heard them come in Sally nuzzled my back Lizzy curled up inside me. I nodded off feeling on top of the world. I had shifted in the bed I was now on my back the distinct feeling of Lizzy on top of me. I could feel her hand gripping my hard cock, she was rubbing her pussy with it. I could feel her wetness then the wonderful feeling of her pussy envelop me. "Lizzy!" I whispered. "Shhh. Danny you're asleep. You're having a dream!" She giggled. "If this is a dream don't wake me up." I teased. I gripped her firm ass and held it tight as I thrust up filling more of her pussy. "Yes baby, do me!" Lizzy whispered. I fucked her nice and slow. She came without making a sound, except for her heavy breathing and quiet whimpers. I rolled us over and with me on top she locked her long legs around my thighs and held on. I pinned her ass to the mattress and filled her pussy with my love. She came again as I finished cumming in her. There was no way Sally didn't hear her cum that time as she cried out in pleasure. "Thank you love I needed that!" She held me tight not letting go. "When you get home tomorrow you need to see your kids and your wives. You will not share our bed until you spend a night with each one. I owe them that and I owe you that." I rolled us over with her now back on top. Lizzy moved up and kissed me. "Now remember this was all a dream." She lay her head on me. I could feel her stiff nipples against my chest. We both fell asleep like that. We met Molly at the airport for the charter flight. It was the same plane I was on a week ago. The four of us sat together. We made one stop to unload other passengers along the way. I then moved sitting further back from the girls working on some proposals. Molly came back to join me. I noticed Lizzy keeping an eye on her as we talked about business. Her questions weren't basic. I gathered quickly she was taking business courses in college. She reminded me a lot about myself at that age. We talked for about fifteen minutes. I could see Lizzy was getting anxious, a green tinge of jealousy started to show. After the third glance Molly started to catch on. "Should I go?" She asked. "No I think it's better she joins us if you don't mind." I replied. Molly looked at Lizzy and motioned for her to join us. Lizzy blushed but was too intrigued to not come. Lizzy sat beside me. Molly and I continued with our discussion on what she was learning and what was the real word. I was explaining how I was helped through the years by having mentors. Experience is invaluable when mixed with new ideas. Lizzy and Molly were both surprised when I suggested she contact Sharon. Lizzy's mom. "Why mom?" Lizzy asked. "First because she is one of the best at what she does. Second, she can help Molly understand what it's like to be a woman in a man's world." I explained. "How did you get to be so smart?" Lizzy kissed me and when back to join Sally. We arrived home to great fanfare I dropped my bags and the kids came running to us all. I don't write about them much but I do spend as much time with them as I can. With my erratic schedule I pop home during the day and see them or bring home work and watch them play. Today and tomorrow I plan on spending with them. Seeing Nikki and Kat were very emotional on us all. I'll be honest I was a bit concerned how the dynamics would change with Lizzy as my wife. The fact it all happened so fast, and we have been gone so long, could and maybe should, cause friction. My concerns were quickly dispelled when Nikki approached Lizzy first and not me congratulating her on the wedding. Kat welcomed her as well and then they both embraced Sally before heading to me. That night Lizzy went to stay with Sharon and Mary. That alone reinforced the message she sent before we left. Nikki and I spent the night together. It was like a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. I thought it might be awkward but she was more willing and passionate than she had been in recent months. Nikki begged me to fuck her the moment the bedroom door was closed. I picked her up, stripped her and myself. She was so wet we didn't even waste time on fore play. I was balls deep in her pussy when she wrapped her legs around me. She pulled tight indicating I shouldn't move. "Just let me feel it for a minute." She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "I don't know why Danny, but when you're gone, I always think of you! When I saw you today my pussy longed to feel you inside." "So you still love me?" "Danny I'll never stop loving you. I think I love you more now." She looked up at me nervously. "More. I just divorced you and married Lizzy?" I reminded her. I thought I knew what she was saying but I needed to make sure. "We did the right thing Danny. You set me free to be who I am, a lesbian with a male lover. We both know that you will be the only man to ever be in this pussy again." Nikki assured me. "Danny, Lizzy is so in love with you, I wanted this for her as much as for you!" Nikki released her legs. The need to fuck and be fucked was too much to delay any longer. Nikki came twice before I unloaded in her. Sweaty and frazzled from our orgasms she lay beside me. I caressed her and she kissed me constantly. "I know you won't give me details but how was your honeymoon?" Nikki was dying to know. "It was very interesting. Great of course. Lizzy is very much like you." I shared. "Danny she isn't anything like me she's straight, skinny and black!" Nikki teased. "See that's what I mean. She has fun, she likes to experiment, and she likes to do naughty things..." "You mean nasty don't you?" Nikki pinched my nipple. "She likes to do erotic things." I was meeting her half way. I pinched hers back. "She loves to be in control at times but loves to submit as well. Like I said she is very much like you. Maybe that's why I love you both so much!" "Did she and Sally?" Nikki was trying to slip one by me. "Nice try. But I'll tell you this, I doubt anytime soon. She had her opportunities to go all the way but never came close. I think you are right she is straight and likes it that way. Still she does appreciate a good orgasm as much as the rest of us!" Nikki chuckled at my cryptic message. "I think it's time for another one myself!" Nikki announced. Like I suggested earlier, it was like a fog had lifted. Nikki was insatiable that night giving as well as she got. I was happy for her and happier that I felt as close to her as the day we got married. Sunday night I spent the night with mom. Lizzy spent the night with Nikki. I knew they would confide in each other about all that happened over the last couple of weeks. I entered the room with Kat, she was laying on the bed in a sexy number. I extend my hand inviting her to join me. I reached around her waist and pulled her close, her head rested on my chest. "I love you like the first day we kissed as lovers." I said. Kat pulled her head back. I kissed her as we slowly moved over the floor like in a slow dance. "I hope you know I think of you every minute of every day." "Me too son." Oh how I love when she calls me that. "Are you happy now? Were we right? Is Lizzy the one?" Mom asked. I stopped dancing. Setting on the side of the bed I pulled her into my lap. "You mean besides you? Kathryn you will always be number one here." I put my hand over my heart. I kissed her passionately. "To answer your question yes. She loves me maybe more than I love you, and I do love her every bit as much as I love you." I kissed her again. "I'm so glad Danny!" She kissed me. "You have come so far from the little boy I raised. You are a man now. A successful man at that. Your father would be very proud of you!" "Mom he should be very proud of you. We have both come a long way! We have three kids, and if you can keep a secret you may be a grandmother in nine months!" I said. Kat looked shocked. "Danny are you sure?" She was ecstatic. "No and that is why it's between you and me. But Sally thinks so and she is rarely wrong." I explained. "So soon? What are you going to do?" She asked. "Right now I am going to put you on this bed lube you up and ram my cock up your ass until you beg me to stop or I run out of cum!" I teased her. "Oh Danny. I was hoping you would do that!" Kat kissed me and eagerly assumed the position. I fucked mom in the ass twice filling her both times. With my balls drained. I brought her the fourth orgasm finger fucking her in the shower like we did the first time we were together. Monday night I slept with Lizzy and Sally, but no sex. Wednesday night I went to spend the night with Sharon. I wanted this night to be different so I asked her out to dinner. She readily accepted, dressing very sexy for the restaurant we went to. We talked through dinner where Sharon had a couple of glasses of wine. The obvious topic of conversation was her daughter. By now she knew everything Lizzy had told her and any of the others. We were in the car heading to her house. I pulled into the drive and parked the car not turning off the engine. "Sharon if you feel better about it we could just call this a night?" I reached for her hand, my mother-in-law's hand. I could feel the conflict inside. She wanted me but she needed me to make the first move. "Danny. Lizzy made me promise you and I should stay lovers. What do you think?" "She's your daughter." I reminded her. "She was my daughter before she married you. She wanted us to be together then?" This is the first time tonight she allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of me. I trusted my instincts. I reached across the car and pulled her into a kiss. Sharon melted in my arms. Kissing me back passionately. "I've missed you Danny." Sharon whispered. "I've missed you. Thank you for giving me your daughter." I kissed her gently. A flood of emotions burst through as I did. "Oh Danny she is sooo happy. How could I not want her to be with you? But to be honest I was afraid I might lose you. When we gave you the rings I was terrified. Does that make me a bad mother?" Sharon was crying. "I think the fact you did give your ring proves you aren't. Lizzy loves you and she knows how much I mean to you and how much you mean to me. I'm sure there will be some adjustments, but she made it clear before she accepted she wanted us together. Shall we go inside? I have been dying to get between your legs since I picked you up." "You are staying the night I hope?" She teased. "And all morning if need be!" I added. We went up to Val's old room, it was like nothing had changed. I remember when Kat and I made love here. I remember the first time Sharon and I made love on this very bed. There was a nervousness about her as we started. I unzipped her dress, she held the cups to her breasts as I kissed the back of her neck. "Danny, I need you!" Sharon cooed. "All in good time." I whispered. Pulling the dress from her shoulders I kissed along each arm. When I tugged the front down her tits spilled out for my pleasure. Not as big as Sally or Mary, they are more than a handful. I gripped them firmly and pulled her back against my hard cock. "Lizzy told me she asked Sally to stay." Sharon whimpered. "For now, I think she likes being dominate like her mother!" I teased. I was thinking of how Mary likes to be dominated, a situation Sharon is well suited for. "Yes, I could see that." Sharon moaned. "But like me she wants her man strong!" Sharon twisted in my arms. I pulled her dress down as she stepped out. With garters holding her stockings in place I noticed Sharon was wearing the sexiest of panties barely hiding her pussy. Sharon tugged at my belt. I released the clasp of my slacks and pushed them down with my briefs. Picking her up a pulled her panties to the side as Sharon guided my cock in her desperate cunt. "Fill me Danny. Stretch me out for that cock!" Sharon cried out. Her arms went around my neck, her lips pressed to mine. We were coupled at both ends neither one wanting to let go. We fucked standing up but I knew this could only go on for so long. I waddled to the bed and fell on top of Sharon impaling her with my cock. "Oh! Shit!" Sharon cried out as I stabbed her cervix. "You're too big for me! How does Lizzy take this?" She looked up at me while I kicked off my pants. I only smiled letting her know we were not going to discuss that. Unencumbered by my pants I was free to fuck her. Sharon wrapped her stocking covered legs around me and groaned as she urged me on. I arched my back and teased her nipples, Sharon was getting close to an orgasm. She pulled my face up to hers and locked back on my lips. Her tongue was playing with mine, I moved a bit faster in her. I could feel her passion build as we kissed. Sharon moaned in my mouth, her hands refusing to let me stop kissing her. I felt her pussy contract, her lips pressed harder! My hands were just above her ass pulling her up so I could fill her whole pussy with cock. I looked down briefly her nostrils flared pulling in more oxygen. Sharon's pussy contracted one more time. I could feel her stomach tighten. I felt a slight tug on my lip as Sharon bit down. "AH, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh! Danny!" Sharon shrieked! She was jerking around beneath me. I rammed her hard a couple of times. She happily protested then he legs gripped me tight to stop me from moving. "Don't move!" She squeaked. "I just want to feel you in me. I want to feel what Lizzy feels!" I didn't move for a good amount of time. We actually separated and finished undressing, except for the garter and stockings. Those I insisted she wear. I let her be on top so I could watch her magnificent tits as we started fucking again. Sharon and I started slow but ended up fucking like wild animals the rest of the night. I did stay past breakfast as we consummated our love again in the morning this time inviting Mary to join us. I doubt I could have filled her pussy with a thimble worth of cum but Mary didn't seem to care after two orgasms. Thursday night Lizzy and Sally joined me once again in our bed. I had made the rounds and for now and all seemed right with the women in my life. I knew the best days were ahead of us, I also knew there would be days when I would be tested again. "Are you happy?" I asked my little brown vixen. "Danny I am the happiest girl in the world!" Lizzy replied as she curled up inside me. The following day Ivan called to say the business in Florida was progressing just as we hoped. We had commitments from two of the largest fast food franchises at the main location. One of the world's largest retailer was committed and all but signed to a long term lease at the same location. At the other locations we signed off on a major development at a second location where they were putting in an outside mall with retail, restaurants, and a movie theater. It was another long term lease with them developing it but Winnie's shell company financing it. Mike was making out on both ends. Ivan was handling most of the paperwork I was on the phone constantly. Art had some contacts and secured a couple of leases. One is an up and coming all natural restaurant that has been growing very fast. The only problem we had now was brokers calling us with offers for land that clients were desperate to sell. The word was out and now they were coming to us. With his son's wedding coming up Saturday Mike was pretty preoccupied but we did get to meet Wednesday for lunch. We agreed to go back to Florida next week. Nikki and Sharon took Lizzy shopping for a dress for Mike's son's wedding. They refused to let me see it until the day of the event. Saturday came all too soon but that afternoon I was in my suit waiting for Lizzy to come out of the bedroom. She was stunning! Lizzy's hair was done up, her makeup was subtle and impeccable. The long pale yellow dress had a faint print. Two spaghetti straps supported the gown that just covered the swell of her breasts. It flowed to a delicate brown accent belt that almost matched the color of her skin. From her slender hips it flared in small pleats resting just inches from her knees. It was a perfect dress for a summer wedding outdoors. Her shoes were wedge sandals open at the toes the painted nails all done up. Small silver earrings and a silver necklace. Were her only jewelry other than her wedding ring. I presented her a long slender box. Sally, Kat and Nikki watched as she opened it. Inside were two earrings and a necklace. The earrings were gold studs with diamonds. The necklace was five miniature gold hearts intertwined in a circle. Inside each heart was a different gem representing the five women in her life. In the middle was one carat diamond representing me. "Danny it's beautiful!" She swooned. Lizzy kissed me as I placed it around her neck. She quickly replaced the earrings with the new ones. Sally removed the old necklace and after a round of kisses we were on the way. We found our way to the country club where the ceremony and reception were taking place. Arriving early we milled around looking the place over. We didn't know anyone so conversations were brief at first. Finally the call to take a seat was announced. Lizzy and I sat near the back on the groom's side. People of all sorts filed in. Young, old, black, white, Asian. Latino, and Indian. A whole cornucopia of guests as diverse as I have ever seen in one place. It was at the last moment I caught a glimpse of a familiar person. It was Winnie. She was carrying a young boy who looked to be about two in her arms. I assumed it was a boy only because of the clothes he was wearing. She went to the front in our row but I couldn't see where. Just before the service started I was surprised we were even invited as I counted just over two hundred people. This was a small wedding I thought for the son of a prominent doctor. The service was quite nice. Unique in many ways but still touched on tradition. The bride looked to be of Asian descent but with darker skin. She was lovely in her white dress, pretty but not stunning. Mike's son was average height and weight. They made a nice looking couple as they stood taking their vows. After the ceremony they had the traditional reception line. The actual wedding party and their relatives receiving us was as diverse as the people waiting to be received. As we got closer I recognized Mike, and of course the groom. We hadn't talked much on the plane but he did recognize me. There was the bride and of course their attendants. Her mother (Asian), her father (Indian), a white woman (his mother), Mike, and two clergy. There was the usual delay for pictures. Hors d'oeuvres were available as well as an open bar. I grabbed a beer and Lizzy had a glass of wine. I looked for Winnie but didn't see her. There were cards with seat assignments just inside the building. Lizzy found our name and we headed over to find our table. I was surprised it was near the front until I remembered Mike said we would be sitting with his second wife. We walked that way and noticed Molly and a black woman sitting at the table. Molly was a playing with the young boy that Winnie was carrying. Lizzy and I approached the table Molly jumped up and hugged Lizzy as they exchanged kisses on the cheeks. "Danny, Lizzy, this is Skylar, dad's wife and my step mother. Sky this is Danny his new business partner and his wife Lizzy!" As Sky stood up to greet Lizzy I looked over at Molly. It was clear she was dying to see my reaction to the two of them together. We both looked at Sky and Lizzy exchanging greetings of hugs and kisses. I moved to greet Molly with a hug and kiss. "Uncanny don't you think?" Molly whispered as she held me for just a second longer. Molly was right, Sky and Lizzy could be sisters. Sky's bright white smile and doe like brown eyes could be Lizzy looking in a mirror in a few years. They looked almost identical except for the age difference. Tall, slender, athletic, they were the same height and skin tone. Having just met her Sky seemed to have that same easy but confident personality. I offered to shake Sky's hand but she insisted on exchanging the same hug and kiss on the cheek as she did with Lizzy. "Pleased to meet you Danny, I've heard so much about you." Sky offered. "Thank you, it's my pleasure to finally meet you as well." I replied smiling. "I hope Mike has said mostly good things." I teased. "Oh it wasn't from Mike, although you are growing on him. It was from my mother Winnie!" She replied. "Winnie is your mother? Well, I am honored!" I replied shocked. It was all coming together now. I should have known. I had been so distracted by business I missed all the clues. I laughed at myself knowing Charles would've had a field day with this I thought. "And this is my baby brother Sam!" Molly introduced the small boy playing. Lizzy instantly went to her knee forgetting all about her new dress to speak at his level. "I have a little brother named Sam too." She told Molly and the boy. "Only he isn't so little anymore." I added. Holding my hand up to the height of my nose. "Thank you both for coming" Sky welcomed us again as Lizzy stood up. Just then Mike and Winnie came walking our way. Something about their body language caught me off guard. My curiosity piqued I watched every move, every glance, every minute detail about them. I could see they were more than just in-laws. Winnie welcomed me first with a hug and then kiss on the cheek. "I've been wanting to do that since the day I saw you in the office." Winnie teased me as. She was still holding my left hand when Mike shook my right. I could feel it, they were more than friends. My gut told me they were lovers too. I looked away instantly hoping he wouldn't see I knew. "Winnie I would like you to meet my wife Lizzy." I said. They greeted with the standard greeting here a light hug and kisses to the cheek. I looked to Sky to see if she knew about her mother. She studied me then looked to Mike. She gave him a knowing grin. "Dan, I have duties to perform. I leave these women under your care. I trust you to look after them until I am relieved of such duties." Mike joked. "It would be my pleasure sir!" I saluted him as if he had given me a command. We all laughed as he went to the head table. "Ladies can I get anyone a drink before dinner starts?" "I'll have a glass of wine." Molly stated. "Only water for me I am afraid." Sky replied. "We're pregnant with number two, so I'll pass." She rubbed her stomach. I looked at Lizzy briefly. "Danny I would like a scotch, neat!" Winnie added. I left them behind as I went to the bar. Molly's boyfriend Jim was in the wedding party we learned. After dinner all the normal traditions were followed. As the night went on a young teenage girl picked up Sam and took him home. Lizzy and I danced for some time. The bride and groom visited our table. You could see and feel the how close they all were. We eventually met Molly's mom. She seemed like a lovely woman but I had the distinct feeling she didn't get along well with Sky and Winnie. It wasn't what she did say, it was what she didn't that made an impression. Most of our time was talking with Winnie, Sky, and Molly. Lizzy and Sky hit it off. Molly and I talked about, you guessed it, business. It was getting late Lizzy and I made the rounds thanking everyone for inviting us. The last to say goodbye was Mike and Sky. Mike pulled me aside as the girls chatted. "I would like for us to get together soon Daniel. As Molly and I suspected Sky has taken a liking to Lizzy and you. Maybe when we are in Florida next week we can go to dinner?" He asked. "We would like that." I replied. I could tell he wanted to say something about what I knew. I decided to play my hand. He let me off the hook once, I felt I owed him. "You have beautiful daughters...and handsome sons. You're a lucky man Mike." I acknowledged, then hesitated. "We both are." He had not missed the fact I said daughters, not daughter. A welcome smile crossed his face knowing no more needed to be said. "I trust you will tell Lizzy before we meet. I would hate for her to learn later." I could see his concern for both our wives. "I'm sure the news will only bring them closer. They do have so much in common!" I winked letting him know there was a hidden meaning. On the way home Lizzy was ecstatic about the whole night. The jewelry, the wedding, Winnie, Molly, and especially Sky. I told her about going to Florida next week and Mike and Sky wanting to go out. It was only when we were in bed with Sally did I tell her about Sky being Mike's daughter as well as his wife. She and Sally were desperate for details but of course I had none. Lizzy jumped on Sally forcing her on her back. Lizzy kissed her repeatedly, her excitement already flowing. Lizzy raised her ass and offered me her sex. I gripped her hips and thrust my cock in her tight pussy. "I wonder if the three of them do it together?" Lizzy hissed as I drove in deeper. "What do you think pet? You want to be my mommy tonight? You want to watch me make love with my daddy?" "Yes baby. I'll be your mommy tonight!" Sally moaned as Lizzy worked her tits. "I love you mommy. You're so much fun to be with. When daddy fills my cunt I am going to let you lick his love from my pussy. Then mommy, he's going to fuck you!" "Yes baby, mommy needs to be fucked. She needs to show you how we made babies like you!" Sally replied in character. Lizzy pushed back on me hard squealing in delight. "Rub my clit mommy. Baby needs to cum!" Sally reached between them and flicked Lizzy's exposed clit. I could feel my heavy balls slap Sally's hand as Lizzy started to cum. "Yes mommy make your little girl cum for daddy!" Lizzy screamed as the forces inside exploded in her pussy. I was primed but not ready to pop. Lizzy pulled off when she gathered her wits. "Daddy lie down I want to fuck you while you lick mommy's pussy." I lay on my back, Lizzy mounted me, her cunt wet and puffy. Sally now dripping herself straddled my face "Kiss me baby, kiss mommy while you fuck your daddy" Sally moaned. It was the last thing I heard. Sally's thighs covered my ears as she ground her pussy to my mouth. If Sally was any indication on what they were doing. Lizzy must be working her magic on her nipples again. My balls were ready to burst, when Sally came, she flooding my face with her cum. Sally lifted off, I saw Lizzy's small tits bouncing her nipples long and stiff. Free to concentrate on herself and my cock Lizzy came as I filled her pussy. "Oh yes mommy. Daddy is going to make a baby!" Lizzy announce. Sally wasted no time in positioning herself to accept my cum as Lizzy hovered over her. "Yes mommy, that's daddy's cum I am feeding you!" Lizzy pinched Sally's nipples making her groan. I stood on the bed and took Lizzy's hair presenting her with my cock. "Baby. Mommy needs it bad. Get me hard for mommy!" I teased. Lizzy looked up at me. She gave me a big smile. "Yes daddy your baby will get you hard for mommy!" Lizzy has been hungry for my cock before, but this time she loved doing it for the game we were playing. She took the cock that just left her pussy and sucked me for all she was worth. When I was good and hard she released me. Lizzy spanked Sally's pussy firmly. "Mom! Open your fucking cunt so daddy can shove his big cock in you." Lizzy squealed. She smacked it again even though Sally did as instructed. Sally moaned in Lizzy's pussy. Lizzy started fucking Sally's mouth. "Do it daddy. Fuck her pussy while I cum!" Lizzy commanded. She ground her pussy harder on Sally as my cock penetrated Sally's red gaping cunt. Lizzy moaned as she came on Sally. This sent Sally bucking against me. Lizzy rolled off and I plunged deep in Sally as she came. "Thank you baby. I love your pussy. Mommy loves when you cum in mommy's mouth!" Sally sighed. She was getting ready to cum again. Playing mommy to Lizzy was keeping her extremely excited. I continued to pump her hard. I knew my balls weren't going to last much longer. I looked at Lizzy she knew what I was thinking. "Mommy daddy is going to cum. Do you want it in your pussy? Maybe you want it in your mouth? Or maybe you want it on your tits so baby can watch you lick it off?" Lizzy only drove Sally crazier if it was possible. Sally was just about to cum the options were driving her nuts she wanted them all. "Mommy hurry!" I yelled. "Tit's!" Sally screamed. She started cumming. I fucked her hard but I needed to pull out soon. I felt the first blast coat her walls. Sally moaned. "Tit's! Please Danny on my tit's!" Sally squealed. I pulled out and gripped my cock. Sally groaned in frustration her fingers replaced my cock in her pussy. I shot a wad over each tit leaving streaks along her chest. I fell back and watched as my orgasm continued to throb along my body. Sally gripped her tit and started sucking it clean. Lizzy bent over rubbing her black nipple through the creamy cum coating them. When Sally was done licking both of her own Lizzy offered hers. "Here mommy lick daddy's cum from your baby's little titties!" Lizzy purred. It was an amazing night of role playing and sex. It didn't happen often but when it did I knew Sally was never happier. Lizzy loved to do this for her knowing Sally's list was getting shorter. Fourth of July Sunday. 2010. Monday Lizzy had a doctor's appointment scheduled. I took her and waited as Lizzy got the results she was hoping to hear. Lizzy was in fact pregnant! She was so ecstatic she couldn't wait to call Sally and tell her she was right. Lizzy called her mom and told her to bring Mary and the boys over for dinner. I dropped Lizzy off at home then called Nikki and invited her to lunch. We were setting at our favorite cafe drinking ice tea after eating. "I wanted to tell you something personally before you get blindsided." I smiled letting her know it wasn't bad news, at least I hoped. "Lizzy is pregnant." "Danny that is wonderful! Congratulations!" Nikki reached for my hand across the table. I took it and she squeezed it. "So you are ok with this so soon? I just want you to know..." "Dan, you are so special. Your wife is pregnant and all you're worried about is me?" Nikki fawned. She squeezed my hand again. "I just want you to know that I still love you and I appreciate what you did for Lizzy and me." I replied moving to sit beside her. "I know things will change, that's inevitable, but our kids will still be a priority." I said. "If you ever feel I'm neglecting you or the kids talk to me. Please don't take it out on Lizzy. Nikki, she thinks the world of your friendship. I would hate if anything I did came between the two of you." "Danny I'm happy for you both. This is what Lizzy and I talked about before I made the decision. Lizzy wants kids, she wants your kids. I want you two to be happy. I love that you are doing this but really I'm happy." Nikki leaned in and kissed me. "And Danny, you have never neglected anyone of us. I promise if you do I'll come to you first." Nikki replied smiling. I kissed her right there in the cafe. I was just as much in love with her as the day we first kissed. Our relationship had changed but not our love. "I want to sit down and work out an equitable settlement with you Nikki. It needs to happen just in case anything happens to me." Nikki looked me in the eyes. "Do what you think is best and call my lawyer. I trust you Danny. Now take me back to work so I can look surprised tonight when Lizzy tells me how lucky she is!" Nikki kissed me. That night with everyone on the patio, including Jr. his girlfriend, and Sam. Lizzy broke the news. Sally stood beside me as the others crowded around Lizzy with congratulations. "I have a good feeling about this Daniel." Sally whispered. I took her hand I could feel the positive energy she felt. Just then the boys came our way and offered their good wishes. When the kids were put to bed Kat, Nikki, Lizzy and I were setting in the living room talking. Sally came out of the bedroom standing before us. "I would like to tell you all something." Sally announced waiting for our attention. "George has agreed to pay for the renovation to the house in Florida to our specifications. Darius and the crew will be coming next week to get started." I stood up. "Sally that's great but why?" I asked for us all. "Daniel I have lived with you for all these years and he has given me nothing. I have asked for nothing, but I am still legally his wife. Should we divorce I'm pretty sure it would cost him more than one renovated house." Sally smiled. I walked over and kissed her. "When it's done he will pay for the house. I'm then giving it to you and Lizzy for a wedding present." "Sally!" Lizzy jumped up and kissed Sally over and over. "I love you so much! It will be a perfect place to raise our kids!" Kat and Nikki looked at each other and then at me. I think it was time we all sat down. We talked as adults for much of the night working out a plan for how this might work over time. Kat and Nikki assumed we would all live under one roof. But with the business in Florida booming and the clients I had here at home it looked like I would need to commute. It was comforting to see them all trying to accommodate each other's needs. In the end we had an interesting set of options. What was clear was there was an overriding desire to stay together if possible. Tuesday Lizzy, Sally, and I boarded the charter plane with Molly, Sky, and Winnie. Mike was coming tomorrow. I dropped Lizzy and Sally off at the condo then went to see Ivan. Things had steam rolled while I was gone. Closing the deal so quickly had caught everyone off guard. Now that it was done offers were flowing in. Morris was waiting for leases to be signed to get started constructing. I had him go see Sally and Lizzy about the house. He was going to be the general contractor. I wanted to get permits pulled for the house. That night he was waiting with his architect with some preliminary changes to my original plan. Morris and I made some changes for traffic patterns and structural integrity. The final plan is six bedrooms upstairs and three baths instead of two. On the first floor we will open it up to five larger rooms. With the kitchen newly remodeled we could focus on the other parts of the house. Wednesday night Lizzy, Sally, and I went to dinner with Mike, Sky, and Winnie. After dinner we returned to the condo and sat around and talked. Mike and I were discussing business as the girls talked about the house renovations. I suggested to Mike we should consider starting a property management company instead of hiring one. I suggested Molly could be in charge and offered Sally as an assistant. She had helped George early on in his business and knew she would be invaluable as a mentor. That and she could be available as Molly finished her college courses. He said he would think of it. We set up a meeting with Ivan for Friday morning. Friday Mike and Molly showed up. Ivan and I had very good news. The permits were waiting to be approved, the contractors lined up and the leases were being signed. Ground breaking should be taking place by the first of August. Mike's good news was six of the original investors had committed to come with us. The funds were allocated and the options would be paid in full by our expected start date if not sooner. He handed me a check for Mr. Baker for eight hundred thousand dollars. Mike was going back soon to work as his sabbatical was drawing to a close. A new class of interns had arrived and he was needed back at the hospital. He and I would still meet weekly but mostly at home. We then talked with Molly about starting a management company and what that would entail. She seemed very excited but scared. The early part of October we were moving into the finished house. It was beautiful. George was true to his word. The interior mirrored the original house very closely. We supplied some of our own fixtures and amenities but everything was new including the exterior. I had a four car garage added out back that we paid for. When it was done I put the house in a trust for Sally and Lizzy. The house back at home was put in a trust for Nikki and Kat. Once again except for the condo, I was homeless. Nikki and I had reached a very fair settlement. As well as her half of the house she kept all her money, her 401K, and a car. We had joint custody of the kids, which I agreed to support financially. I pay half the house bills. Nikki and Kat split the other half. It has worked out that I usually leave Florida Wednesday nights with Lizzy and stay at home until Sunday night when we fly back. That way I have the weekends with the kids. If there are empty seats Sally will come also. By the holidays Lizzy was just starting to show to the average person. Her breasts were growing and Sally had started taking her injections and using a breast pump to stimulate her milk glands. We brought all the kids down for the school break. Nikki and Kat came when they could. Sharon and Mary came for a week and just loved being near the water. We celebrated New Year's Eve 2011 in the new house in Florida. Sky and Mike had their second child a little girl in January. The first buildings were now up and starting to see some business. Ivan and I helped Mike and his investors purchase some other commercial properties. A few we sold for a profit. We also purchased a large residential development that had been started prior to the crash. This was Mikes dream. He wanted to get into the residential arena. I took Lizzy home to have the baby so Sally travels with me now. March 2011 is here and so is our new baby girl Mikayla. While both of her mothers are doing great dad is just holding his own. Kat has started helping me more as Sally and Lizzy attend to Mikayla. The kids are now in love with their little sister even Kyle is happy to hold her. Hunter and Kenzi just love knowing they have someone they will be able to boss around. Sally is withholding sex until Lizzy can start again. Nikki and Kat have been more than happy to take up the slack. Sharon has been sexually charged seeing her daughter first give birth and now being a grandmother. Lizzy and Sally have been staying at Kat and Nikki's house until her first checkup. After that we will take Mikayla home to Florida. The night after her six week checkup Lizzy and I went out to dinner alone. I could tell she was a bit nervous, and to be honest so was I. We returned home Sally was in the nursery with the baby. I led Lizzy to the bed and sat down beside her. As I kissed her once again this night I could tell she was tense as I touched her. "Danny I'm not skinny anymore!" Lizzy complained. She was worried about her figure. "Liz you just had a baby. Give yourself some time." I started to remove her top. "You're still beautiful and sexy!" "You just like my big tits!" She teased. "Oh I think there are other places I like just as much as your tits." I replied. I had her bra off now nibbling on her swollen breasts. "Like my fat ass?" She wiggled it, so reached down and pinched it. "Never knew you had one before!" I zinged her. "You just want to shove that big cock in it. Too bad buster! That is still not going to happen any time soon!" She teased back. "Well I could think of other places?" I kissed her firmly on the lips. "Not there mister. There is only one place you get tonight and if you don't hurry it might just close up!" She teased again. I finished undressing her and myself. I suckled some of Mikayla's breast milk then grabbed some lube. "Do we need that?" "Just for the first few times. You're still healing, this will help, trust me. I rolled on my back. I wanted her to control things for now. Lizzy lubed me up, with her eyes closed, she slipped the head of my cock just inside her pussy and stopped. "You ok?" I was concerned. "I want to remember this moment!" She grinned. Lizzy took her time and started down my cock. She kept her eyes closed I watched her soft belly jiggle as she worked herself deeper. Her tits dripped milk her breath already unsteady. I could feel her warmth work over me. I looked down her pussy was stretched the dark brown skin yielding to my slippery cock. Lizzy was further down than ever before. She started fucking me and with each stroke she went deeper. At one point she held her breath. She pulled up and as she came down she expelled like I was pushing the air from her lungs. I was getting excited just watching this thing of beauty tentatively make love to me. I wanted to thrust up so bad but I waited to see how far she could go. I didn't have to wait long. Lizzy was getting excited herself. I could feel her juices starting to flow. Next I felt her pussy brush my pubic hairs. Lizzy was concentrating, her eyes closed her pussy throbbing. She was starting to stroke my whole cock I could feel her pussy start to spasm as she gave the final thrust. "Danny! Oh god. I have always wanted to do that!" Lizzy had my cock balls deep in her tight snatch. "You made me a mother. Now make me a woman! Fuck me hard. Make me cum all over your whole cock tonight!" Lizzy fell on me as I rolled us over. I took my time to make sure I wasn't going to go deeper than she could enjoy. Lizzy was groaning with desire as I plunged over and over in her greedy cunt. She had her hands on my hips to control my depth. When I felt my hair brush her clit she gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me all the way in. "Yes!" She hissed. She opened her eyes looked right in mine. "Fuck me Danny I want another baby!" She buried her fingernails in my ass cheeks thrust her pussy up until she winced. "Fill my cunt you stud give me your son!" I had no choice, the thought of her wanting another baby overpowered my senses. I was ready in an instant to do as she commanded. I fucked her, as she came I pumped a week's worth of baby making cum in her pussy. I thrusted up and let my weight pin her to the mattress her milk filled tit's and hard nipples pressed against my chest. I kissed her as she searched for ways to work my cock even deeper. I hovered over her letting the last of our spasms die as my cock slipped from her pussy. "Are you ok?" I asked. I could see she was happy but I needed to make sure we didn't go too far too fast. "Oh Danny that was perfect! I love you! I can't wait until Pet gets to see me take your whole cock." Lizzy kissed me. "Now drain my tits and fill me up again. Mommy wants a baby boy for daddy!" Lizzy, Sally, Mikayla, and I flew back home to Florida. When I came home from work the next night Lizzy was feeding Mikayla, her one brown breast latched on by our daughter's mouth. The other breast was uncovered the nipple large and swollen. Mother and daughter were bonding. Sally was in the kitchen making dinner. She had on a pair of tight shorts and a tank top over her nursing bra. The years of working out has done wonders. Sally will never be slender but with her massive breasts and her now trim waist flowing to womanly hips she was still sexy for being in her sixties. I went into the den and made a few phone calls preparing for the next day. It was around nine when Lizzy brought Mikayla in and let me hold her. The great thing about babies is about all they do is eat and poop. The bad thing about babies is all they do is eat and poop! I had been holding her about a half hour when the later was taking place. I called in reinforcements. Lizzy appeared wearing her black bustier outfit complete with all the trimmings. She had Pet on her leash the flaps of her nursing bra dangling and clothespins clipped on each swollen nipple. She wasn't wearing panties but had a butt plug with a tail in her ass. "Come my cow. Your baby will need to be fed soon and you are wasting all of that precious milk!" Lizzy had a short flail whip in her other hand. She smacked Pet on the ass as she turned her into position to take Mikayla from me. Sally looked at me embarrassed but clearly excited as well. "May I Sir?" She held her arms out. I handed her the baby. "Thank your Sir." My hand slipped down and rested on her ass cheek. I picked up the tail the long black strands slipped through my fingers as she turned to leave. I gripped just the end, gave it a slight tug then let fall back against the back of her legs. Sally moaned as the plug tugged at her tight hole then drew back in against the stop. Lizzy started to lead her from the room, stopped and turned. "I'll need you in the bedroom to milk the cow!" Lizzy tugged on the leash. "Ten minutes!" She yelled back. I went and cleaned up and met them in the bedroom. Mikayla in a fresh diaper was being fussy by now. Lizzy placed her on a thick blanket on her back. She tugged Pet with the leash and indicated she should get on her hands and knees. Pet was now hovering over Mikayla her milk swollen breasts clamped off. "Are you ready to be milked my pet cow?" Lizzy whispered in Sally's ear. "Yes Madam!" Sally's voice was hoarse with desire. Lizzy removed the clothespin from her right tit. Lizzy rubbed the big red nipple hanging down on the end of her massive milk filled breast. Milk started to drip as Lizzy grasped the teat and squeezed. Pet moved her tit to Mikayla who quickly latched on and started to suckle, the babies' protests falling silent. "Lizzy you will drain the other one!" I demanded. Lizzy looked up at me shocked at what I was implying. But I remember the look she had when she fed on Nikki's tit years ago. "Danny?" Lizzy questioned. "Now baby!" I replied firmly. Lizzy moved to the other side a sly grin crossed her face. She laid on her back and slid under Pet's other breast. Releasing the clothes pin she latched onto the other teat. Sally groaned as she shifted to accommodate them both. Lizzy's hand went to her pussy. I smacked it away. I wanted her excited not satisfied. It wasn't long before Mikayla was done feeding and was now asleep. I took the baby burped her and placed her in the crib in the next room leaving the door open. Returning to Pet I lifted the tail and slipped my hard cock deep in her oozing pussy. With the butt plug still in place Sally moaned in pleasure. From the sounds of it Lizzy was still feeding since I could hear her slurping. I knew Sally was too excited to last long. I fucked her hard and steady letting her orgasm take hold. She started jerking as she came her tit pulled from Lizzy's mouth. Milk was slinging to and fro as her massive tits flopped in tune to my fucking her. Sally was cumming her whole body convulsed as I buried my cock deep inside her. I could see and feel her juices flood over my prick dripping off my balls. Lizzy wasn't through with Sally, she moved offering Pet her pussy. Lizzy slipped her head between pet's legs. Her long slender arm reached around Pet's thigh and took my cock from her pussy. "No!" Pet protested as Lizzy took it in her mouth. Pulling me out Lizzy responded. "Lick my pussy cow! You cum again when I do!" Lizzy commanded placing my cock back in Pet's pussy. Lizzy let me start fucking Pet again licking my balls. She would then pull me from Pet's pussy and suck me clean. Sally responded each time with a groan in protest. They were both getting worked up my balls were burning to unload. Sally clamped down on Lizzy's clit desperate to move things along. Lizzy responded by bucking her hips up. She took my cock from Pet's pussy and jammed it down her throat again. "Please let me cum!" Sally wailed. "Fill my pussy Sir!" I could hear Lizzy moan as Pet quit servicing her cunt. Her other hand found Pet's head forcing it back to her bucking cunt. I was inclined to fulfill Pets request as I was ready to cum, still pulling out of Lizzy's mouth was no easy decision. Lizzy helped by guiding me back in Sally as soon as I bottomed out I started cumming. Lizzy then did something she had never done! She slid under Sally and sucked her clit. Sally exploded slamming herself hard against me. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh thank you Sir!" Sally yelled out. I was afraid she would wake the baby. I was filling pet's pussy full of cum Lizzy was squirming under her she wanted to cum. Sally latched back on her clit just as I pulled out of Sally. Lizzy was trapped, she was starting to cum from Pet's oral assault. Her face directly under Sally's cum filled pussy. I pulled on the tail of the butt plug still wedged in Pet's greedy ass. Pet contracted her pussy globs of my cum dripped on Lizzy's face. Lizzy was cumming bucking against Pet's mouth until she fell limp below Pet completely spent. Cum still flowed above Sally her so Lizzy positioned her mouth catching the last drops then licked the large glob from Pet's puffy lips. Lizzy slid from beneath Sally turning her over Lizzy moved on top and filled Pet's mouth with my love. I looked on as they kissed and squeezed each other tit's spraying fine mists of milk over each other. Pet whimpered as Lizzy giggled. "Use your mouth and get Sir hard!" Lizzy commanded. Pet led me to the bed where she guided me to lay down. Sally bent over me her ass again in the air her massive tits still dripping as they hung down. Pet then proceeded to work my cock with her mouth. When I was sufficiently hard Lizzy came over and played with the butt plug still lodged in Pet's ass. Sally moaned and groaned as Lizzy fucked her ass with the fake cock. Lizzy pulled the leash up and kissed Pet. "Fuck your ass on his cock!" Tugging Pet with the leash she positioned her over my cock facing my feet. Lizzy pulled the plug from her ass and added lube to us both. Sally guided her open asshole over my cock and started down. Lizzy lightly spanked her pussy as she descended over my cock. Pet gave a loud sigh as she hit bottom. Lizzy continued to spank her pussy. Sally flinched and contracted around my hard cock with each slap. "You like that don't you pet? You like to be bred like a real cow don't you? You like it up your ass!" Lizzy teased. "Yes Madam. I love how his big cock stretches me. Thank you Madam!" Sally moaned. She was panting and getting excited again. I could see her legs were getting tired though. I pulled her back to lay on me facing up. I fucked her ass from below. Lizzy mounted us both she faced Pet her leg between ours. I could see her pink clit extended from the little brown sheath. She positioned it over Pets and rubbed them together. Sally's asshole contracted around my cock even tighter. "Fuck us Danny make our hungry pussy's cum for you!" Lizzy squealed. I pumped Sally from below. Lizzy rubbed her from above. Sally was so close to cumming I thought she would snip my cock off with her asshole. I gave her one last thrust as Lizzy rubbed her clit hard. "I'm CUMMING!" Sally yelled. Her body didn't know whether to buck against me or Lizzy so she just pushed my cock deep in her ass. Lizzy started to cum now and rubbed them both until any contact was too much. Lizzy fell to the side panting. Sally wanted me to cum but I knew where she wanted it most. I rolled her off the side. Sally lay on her back splayed like the slut she just was. I got to my knees and stroked my cock coating her chest. The hot ropes of cum brought her back from her orgasm as she fed on her tit's and nipples. I fell back completely drained. I woke to the sound of Mikayla fussing. I looked to find Lizzy curled up inside Sally sleeping in their favorite position. I got up, picked up the baby, changed her and took her to the kitchen. I warmed up a spare bottle and rested her in my arm and fed her. As she was taking the bottle I wondered where she would be twenty two years from now and whose bed she would be in? They say it's always the calmest before the storm. I found out the hard way they were right. Mikayla was a great baby. Sally and Lizzy spoiled her endlessly. Sally was working part time with Molly at the new management company Mike and I are partners in. Lizzy started taking online college courses. Initially she wanted to be a teacher but Molly suggested she take business courses instead. Back at home Kat still worked with Sharon at the insurance company. Nikki was a top accountant where she worked. My oldest three are in day care three days a week, Mary is the nanny the other days. I still commute each week. It seems someone was going or coming with me. Shuttling everyone around to be with each other was becoming a problem now that Mikayla was getting older. Occasionally feelings got hurt but I tried to make sure everyone spent some time with the other women as often as possible. All the kids were down for the summer, Mary coming with them. She went home to Sharon as Kat and Nikki took vacation time to be with them overlapping one week. Lizzy announced in July that she was pregnant with our second child! Work was starting to really pick up. Ivan and I talked about a bigger office. He was reluctant but I explained that I would like to do it now while he was still working to handle the transition. We found a great location. Consolidating the real estate company, the management company, and Mikes investment company all in one facility. The extra offices we leased out. After selling the other building we almost broke even. Bill Baker stopped in one day while I was at the office he asked if I would attend a fundraiser he was sponsoring for disadvantage children in November. Considering he was the guy that started this whole operation it would have been difficult to turn him down, but I would have done it anyway. I readily agreed. The investment company was growing. The properties we first started with were now almost completely built. The theater was now showing movies, the restaurants serving food, the retail stores their goods. Two of the three initial properties we completely leased the third over 75%. We are just now closing a deal to invest in a huge multi building, multi unit condos on the inter-coastal. Mikes investment firm will be involved in the financing and our reality company will handle all internal sales. That is huge because even if they don't buy at this location we now have a list of known buyers to show other properties to. Mike was becoming a real friend as well as mentor. We met at least once a week often times more. He and his wife Sky would go to dinner with Lizzy and I regularly. On occasion when they were all in town Sally and Winnie would come also. As you could see things are going good for the most part. Being away from each other seemed to be the only drawback for now and that seemed under control. The house in Florida was filled to capacity for Thanksgiving. Mary and Sharon came down with Kat and Nikki and all of my children. With little room to spare the massive table in the dining room was buzzing with activity. The Saturday after thanksgiving was the benefit for the kids Bill invited me to attend. Mike, Molly, Sky and Winnie all came. We hired a couple of babysitters so the seven adults could all attend as well. It was a great event. We got to meet many of the kids that were living in an orphanage as well as those temporarily living with families. Bill Baker approached me as I stood with Lizzy and Sally at one of the silent auction tables. He asked if we had a minute. We followed him to a teenager holding the hand of a young girl. Bill introduced her as his great granddaughter Cindy. Lizzy looked at me as Sally move to greet this small and frail child. Sally bent down to say hi, the little girl started to smile. Her blond hair and blue eyes radiated as Sally put her arms out as the tiny child struggled to walk and fill them. Sally whispered to her then the girl giggled. She looked up at Lizzy her eyes sparkled with happiness. Lizzy bent down as the girl reached up to her. Lizzy picked her up as Cindy squealed in delight. "She is beautiful Bill you must be very proud and happy." I said. He looked at me then down to the child. "Dan, I was hoping you and I could find a day we could talk?" Bill looked serious for such a happy event. "Sure." I answered. "Good. I would like if Lizzy could be there also." He added as his hand combed through Cindy's hair. "Tell you what why don't you bring Cindy to the house tomorrow and we can talk while the kids play. Say 12:30 for lunch?" "Thank you Daniel we'll be there." Bill and I shook hands. We stayed for another ten minutes or so talking before the teenager came and got Cindy. When Bill showed up Sunday without Cindy I was a bit concerned. Moments later a woman showed up and dropped her off in front as Bill waited. Bill and Cindy came into a house of utter chaos. Kids playing, women cackling, football on TV, and on top of that Lizzy was feeding Mikayla. I could imagine for the old man living alone this was going to be too much. Instead he took it like a trooper. Cindy clung to Sally the moment she came in the door. Her voice weak and raspy she looked on as the older kids stopped by only long enough to say hi. Lizzy took Mikayla upstairs to the bedroom to change her then brought her back down to join the fray. Bill had met Kat, Nikki, Sharon and Mary, but I took this opportunity to I explained who was related to who and what they each did. Cindy wanted to play with Mikayla, she was only eight months old but Cindy was happy to just sit with her and Lizzy. We sat and ate lunch, when the mess was cleaned up Bill asked if we could talk. Bill was taken back when Kat, Nikki, Sharon, and Mary joined Lizzy and Sally with us in the living room. Nikki was holding Mikayla. Sally held Cindy who was nuzzled deep in her massive breasts. "I was only expecting to talk to Dan and Lizzy but I guess you all might as well hear this too." Bill looked at each of the women. "It's ok Mr. Baker please feel free to speak frankly." I suggested. "Please I would like you all to call me Bill." He asked. He looked over at Cindy who was now sleeping on Sally's lap. "As you know Cindy is my great granddaughter. I'll not get into details but she is no longer living with her parents. I have legal custody of her but they won't let me raise her. I live alone and my house is not the proper environment for a child. I talked to Dr. Clark one day after he examined her. He suggested I talk to you." "I am honored but why me?" I looked at Bill and the women. "You see Dan, Cindy was born premature. He says you know about such things." The whole room went silent. Bill looked nervously around the room." You see Dan, Cindy is almost two and half!" We all looked at the small girl wrapped up in Sally's lap. We all knew she was too small for that age. "So how can I help you Bill? I'd be happy to help you find a home." I gladly offered. I had been to his house many times and he was right. The women all looked at me like I was missing something. As I looked back at them they made it clear I was. "Danny what I think Bill is looking for is a home for Cindy to live in not a house to buy." Sally explained as she stroked Cindy's blond hair. "Oh!" It still took a minute to sink in. I know what you're thinking, all this time I'm telling you how smart I am. How I study people and all that. But in my defense he was a client. I thought he wanted housing advice, a proper place for him to raise her. Not my brightest moment I will admit. "OH! Bill are you asking me if we will adopt Cindy?" "Not adopt, well at least not right now. I was thinking more of taking her in, raising her in a loving home." He looked around the room then back at me." I have money Dan. I can pay you!" I looked at Lizzy first. I knew the moment she looked at me the decision had been made. I looked at Kat and Nikki I saw the same look Lizzy has. Mary and Sharon both grinned knowing I already made up my mind. Then I looked at Sally and knew if I didn't she would. "Bill we don't want your money, but we do want to help!" He looked around there wasn't a dry eye in the room. "When do we start?" He was blown away. I guess he thought we were just going to talk and maybe decide later. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" He asked. He was surprised not a word had been said. "Bill if she doesn't live in this house as soon as possible I'll be living with you! Am I right ladies?" The whole room agreed. Bill stayed and watched some football. Cindy was the center of attention until the woman from child services returned to take her away. The whole next week was spent on getting her released into our care. Bill had the ultimate decision but he wanted to make sure child services did their job too. This was just in case his grandson ever took it to court. By the next weekend however Cindy was at least living in the house. Christmas was around the corner. We took Cindy with us as we all headed north for the holidays. Lizzy was almost seven months pregnant and starting to show. Not only that, she was becoming very emotional. I wasn't sure if it was hormones or the first Christmas with Mikayla that made her so moody. Cindy was fitting right in, the kids loved her and she loved being with the Mikayla. This was the best Christmas I had had in many years. The house was filled with holiday spirit, and the presents didn't hurt either. It had been a tiring but productive year and I was looking forward to the next. It was the first day everyone went back to work after the holiday. I was in the office at home. Lizzy went to have lunch with Mary and Sharon. I heard Mikayla fussing and went out to see if I could help. Sally picked up Mikayla and moved to the couch to feed her. Removing her bra she nuzzled the baby until she latched on. Cindy hopped up on the couch and without a word gripped Sally's other tit and sucked on it as well. Soon she was latched on feeding with the baby even duplicating the sounds Mikayla made. Sally looked up at me she was so moved she started to tear up. "I think you've found another mouth to feed!" I teased. "Looks like you're getting cut off!" She teased back. "Gladly!" I replied. I watched for another few minutes then went back to work. I had a feeling this would be a good thing. We stayed in town for the 2012 New Year's Eve Party which was held Saturday night. Monday I went into the northern office and talked to Art. I was still doing a considerable amount of business here but the demands of Florida were only growing. The expense of flying was starting to add up financially as well as physically. It was only a two hour flight but all the time getting to and from was eating into the day. Besides with Cindy and now another baby on the way it would be harder to bring Lizzy or Sally along. Art and I talked deciding to look at our options. I had a meeting with Mike that afternoon but he canceled. Lizzy was at the house alone with Mikayla. Since Mike canceled I decided to go home and work from there. Sally and Cindy were spending the day with Mary and the kids at Sharon's. Sally asked if I had talked to Lizzy. Replying I had not, Sally explained that Mary had talked to Sharon. It seemed Sharon was concerned when Kat asked to leave work early after she received a call from Lizzy. I told her I was on my way to the house when Sally asked me to pick her up at Sharon's. I stopped and picked her up, she seemed concerned but I told her she was just probably feeling a bit under the weather and didn't want to bother Sally since she was with the kids. When we arrived Kat's car was in the drive. We entered but I didn't see anyone. As we walked in I could hear voices in the one bedroom. They were just whispers so I figured Lizzy just put Mikayla down and didn't want to wake her. I went in the direction of the room. The closer I got only one voice could be heard. It was moms. "Yes baby right there." Kat whispered. Strange phrase for Mikayla I thought. "There Lizzy, she will like that." Kat's voice strained in desire. Confused I stood just outside the door trying to decipher the conflicting inputs. Kat must be teaching Lizzy some new way to get Mikayla to go to sleep I thought? Sally looked at my confusion and moved right beside me. We heard mom groan. Sally and I looked in just as... "Yes you little bitch suck my clit!" Kat hissed through clenched teeth. They were both naked. Mom was propped up on her back her legs splayed open and pulled back by her arms. Lizzy was face down in her pussy we could hear her lapping at the juices Kat was leaking. Being a man I did what men do. I watched! At first I must have ignored the jingle of the keys and the front door slam. Hearing the door Lizzy looked up seeing my shit eating grin and smiled. Her face was wet with pussy. Kat looked over her eyes glassy with passion. She saw me alone. Her desire taking over she placed her had on Lizzy's head and guided her back to her pussy. "Almost there baby! Almost there!" She whispered neither of them paying any attention to me. I was shocked of course, except for one time in the throes of passion had Lizzy ever done such a thing, and then it was just a brief lick of Sally's clit. I was getting excited just watching and wondering who seduced who? I reached down and rubbed my cock as Kat whimpered with Lizzy's tongue in her cunt. I heard the engine roar and tires squeal. Jolted from my primeval lust I looked around to see Sally had left. When I realize she was pissed it occurred to me why. Shit! I needed to find her and talk to her. I looked and found the keys to mom's car and took off after her. The first place I looked was Sharon's. The car wasn't there. I looked at Sharon's work and then at Nikki's. I tried her phone but she refused to answer. It was getting late now and very close to dinner time. On a hunch I looked at one last place. Relieved and yet uncomfortable I pulled mom's car behind mine. Maggie opened the door when I knocked. "I was just getting ready to call you. She just showed up ten minutes ago. Danny she won't tell me why she's here." "Danny go away!" Sally screamed. "Sally you know I'm not leaving you here. Maggie will understand but George..." "You leave him out of this!" Sally yelled. "I'm trying to. Now if you don't want to go to the house I understand. Let me take you to a hotel for the night." "Why Danny! Why?" She sobbed. "Sally I don't know. I'm as surprised as you, but not now, and please not here!" She looked at me I wanted to throw up. "Please Sally not here. I'll fix it. I don't know how at this minute but I will." "I don't want to go back!" She protested. My phone was ringing in my pocket. I looked at it was mom. I canceled the call knowing this was more important. "I know you don't, but I need you to be strong for me, for you." I replied. Maggie looked at me she knew she needed to help. "Sally think of Cindy. You can't leave her. Daniel is right. You must go before he gets home." "You will fix this?" Sally looked at me. "Cindy can stay?" "Sally, Cindy is going nowhere. You need to come with me now. We can go anywhere you want but we must leave here now. Please say you will come." I pleaded. "Will you take me to dinner? Alone?" She stood up. "You lead and I'll follow. Just you and me." I promised. Sally kissed Maggie thanked her and we took off. I swear I saw George pulling in the street as I followed Sally. I called Kat, she was wondering where her car was. I told her I couldn't to talk to her now, I had an emergency. I asked her to get the kids home and I would see them all soon. Sally held it together for dinner but swore she wouldn't go back to the house and see those bitches together. Fuck! I rented her a room and called Molly in Florida and booked two tickets to Florida in the morning. I promised Sally she and Cindy would be on the plane together in the morning. I told her I would have Mary bring her things tonight and I would bring Cindy and see her off in the morning. I called Mary and asked her to meet me at the house in an hour. For the moment the only one that knew what was going on and why was me. I arrived at the house Kat knew something was up but fortunately Lizzy had no clue. Nikki was home I asked her if she could get Lizzy out of the house for a couple of hours without raising suspicions. She said they had talked about seeing a movie and would take her if I promised to tell her what was going on later. With Lizzy out of the house Marry showed up and Sharon was with her. I got Sally's stuff and went with Mary in her car to deliver her clothes and Cindy to the hotel. I left Mary with Sally and Cindy and brought my car back home. Back at the house. I explained what happened. What Sally and I saw and how upset she was. I explained the scene at George's. Kat was all but destroyed. She explained that Lizzy had called her at work and explained she was having an emotional day. Kat came home early, they talked for some time. Lizzy confided in Kat she thinking about all that Sally had done for us and wanted to pleasure her in this special way. Lizzy insisted the first time to be special so she asked for Kat's help. Mom told her to just get with Sally and she would be understanding and appreciative. Lizzy started to bawl and carry on then Mikayla started crying and soon mom found herself giving in. That was when Sally and I saw them together. What we saw was just Kat helping Lizzy. I could tell Sharon was getting upset now, probably because Lizzy didn't come to her. She said nothing at the time but left shortly after. Kat and I talked but she was still devastated. I told her we would get through this. Nikki and Lizzy came home both in a good mood. Lizzy went to feed Mikayla. I took Nikki aside and told her the whole story as well. During all of this I asked that Lizzy not be told yet. I explained she is emotional enough and this pregnancy seems to be harder on her than the first. Nikki became very quiet as I explained that I was planning on spending the night with mom to calm her down. When I told Lizzy I was going to be with Kat, she kissed me good night and headed to our room. At least she was happy. I found myself in the bedroom with mom knowing she was still quite upset. I started to undress her as she stood between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed. I removed her bra and started sucking on her tits. No longer filled with milk they were soft and settled lower on her chest. The nipples still long grew puffy as I sucked on them. "Sorry they're no longer what they once were." Mom whispered. "They're perfect. Soft with big nipples!" I teased. "But they sag, floppers if you ask me." She teased herself. I cupped them from below and held them up where they should be. "I love them saggy. Reminds me how much you loved me and our kids to feed them. The nipples set just perfect. Besides when you go bra-less it drives me crazy." I teased. I sucked them until she begged me to stop. Pulling her on top of me we kissed. "I love you Kat!" "Even after today?" She asked still upset. "Even more after today. We can fix this I just need to figure some things out. Now make love to me like it was our first time!" We kissed deeply. Moving back on the bed I rolled on top of her. She closed her legs so I couldn't enter her pussy. "The first time you fucked my ass!" She reminded me. I forced her legs open. She then complied giving me access to her cunt. "You're being punished." I explained as I slipped my cock in her slick pussy. "Yes son! Punish me. Punish me good!" Kat hissed. "Punish me until I beg you to cum. Then fill me with your love." Having Kathryn here with me just felt right. Sally holds a special place in my heart, I love Lizzy more than I can explain, but there is one woman that has stood with me through thick and thin. I eased in her pussy savoring every sensation as her womanly sex parted for me. Mom moaned softly as she took me in, then whimpered as I slowly pulled out. We had just started and I could tell she needed me tonight. Her whole body welcomed me to press tight against her. Kat's nails raked my back softly, my hands gripped her hips. She grunted and I buried my cock until her mons pushed back desperate for me to find her deepest pleasure center. With her legs splayed wide Kat's heels locked behind my knees. She started to undulate below me a clear sign she was ready for more. I picked up the pace, her response was instant gratification. "Oh Danny you do love me!" She squeaked. "Not harder just faster." I pulled up to my elbows, we both looked between us and watched as my cock pulled all the way out and then back in quickly. Kat's naked lips glistened as they clung to me pulling out then disappeared trying to follow me back in. "Hurry Danny, I can't wait much longer!" Mom sighed as her body responded in a way that I knew all too well. "No my love you're being punished. Cum for me, show me you're sorry." I scolded her. "Harder then Danny, punish me, make me cum for you!" Mom demanded I pounded Kat's pussy until she wrapped her arms around me as her orgasm took over. She grunted and groaned arching her back offering me pussy to do as I wished. It was a powerful climax but I was not finished with her yet. I waited until the last spine tingling shudder passed through her body, then I slowly fucked her to a second orgasm filling her with my love. I waited until she was asleep before I left her bed. I took a shower then checked in on the kids. I went to my office and thought about what was going on and why. For almost ten years this has been one happy group of women that loved each other. Even when Lizzy and I got married there was never the type of concern I had now. It was almost two in the morning before I nuzzled up to Lizzy. Tuesday night I didn't get much sleep. Wednesday would be worse. I was up early heading to the hotel, when I pulled in I saw Mary's car was still in the lot. My guess is she stayed the night and I for one was happy for that. I called up first, they were waiting for me. Cindy was thrilled to see me as she babbled on about Mary who left to check up on the kids at home before they went to school. Sally explained she wanted to breast feed Cindy before we left for the airport. She was cordial to me but still miffed. I decided now wasn't the time to chastise her for this behavior. I knew that would come soon enough. I had a feeling this had been brewing for some time. I wondered if this was the straw that broke the camel's back. I dropped Sally and Cindy off at the airport. Sally kissed me passionately but I could tell she was still upset. I held onto the kiss not letting her go. Finally breaking free she looked me in the eyes. She could sense my concern and confusion. I sensed her fear. "I'm sorry Daniel. You don't deserve this. I'm not mad at you. I just ...she. I can't believe they ..." "You go home and think about this. I'll see you there Thursday. Please just don't say anything to upset her until I get there and we can talk!" I said firmly. "I promise!" "Good. Now I want you to go see Molly and Ivan before I get there tomorrow. They will tell you what I need to know." I kissed her and Cindy one last time before they went through security. I was on my way to see Art again. I'm sure he thought about it more than I did but he wasn't dealing with world war three and I was. Before I arrived I got a call from Lizzy. She was trying to call Sally and couldn't get a hold of her. I told her I would be home soon to explain where she was. Art was actually prepared to make me a substantial offer to buy me out. In return he wanted to continue to do business with me in Florida. He had many baby boomers that were looking for retirement homes and rentals. All he wanted was a commission for any of his clients we closed a deal with. I told him to send the stuff to Ivan and I would let him know by Monday. I went home to find Lizzy and Mary embracing. Lizzy was distraught. Mary had spilled the beans, well at least half the can. She didn't tell Lizzy why Sally went home, just that she did because she was mad at Kathryn. "Why won't she talk to me?" Lizzy wailed when I hugged her. "Look honey Sally is upset right now. I sent her home to take care of some business." I hugged her trying to get her to settle down. "I promise you will talk to her soon. I'm going home tomorrow. I will talk to her and figure this all out." "Danny I need her! Please tell me what is going on!" Lizzy protested. "Baby I'm not sure myself right now. I know that doesn't help but you need to give me some time." She was sobbing in my chest. I needed help so I called in reinforcements. I called Jr and Sam. They both agreed to take their sister out for dinner. I had at least a few hours to deal with this now. The problem is Sam called Sharon. Now Sharon is mad at Mary for getting her daughter Lizzy upset and not coming home last night. By the time Jr picked up Lizzy. Nikki was pissed at Sharon for getting her mother Mary upset. That and now she had an attitude towards Kat for starting the whole thing. By the time Lizzy came home she was at least in a better mood but still worrying about Sally. She fed Mikayla and again she headed to bed early. Kat was over at Sharon's and Mary was staying here tonight. Nikki was blowing off steam complaining about how Kat was getting all the attention. I warned her that she had better tone it down before Lizzy heard her and things got worse. Mary spouted off at me for yelling at Nikki, although I really didn't yell. As for Mary, I was already not happy with her. They were both on thin ice. I didn't respond to Mary except to say I thought was time she go to bed and get some rest. "My mother will go to bed when she want's. The little bitch started this not mom!" Nikki yelled at me. Even Mary looked at her. "Nikki! That's enough. You're upset, stop there before you say something you will regret." I warned her. Mary looked at me then Nikki. "Or what!" Nikki screamed. "Or I will need to punish you!" I said firmly. "I would like to see you try!" She challenged me with a wicked grin. "Nikki!" Mary warned her. "Mom you stay out of this!" I didn't hesitate. I moved to her picked her up and threw her over my shoulder and headed to her room. "Mary get in here!" Like a dog obeying a command she followed us in. Nikki kicking and screaming. "Let go of me you asshole!" I pulled out the chair and sat down. Twisting her over my knees I lifted her skirt up and pulled down her panties SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Mary get me something to restrain her hands!" I yelled. Nikki was wailing her hands then tried to protect her ass. Mary found some nylons. I had Mary tie her wrists as I restrained her. "Danny let me go!" She pleaded. "I'm sorry..." I pulled Nikki's panties off and stuffed them in her mouth. "Mary get undressed now!" I barked. Mary stood and unleashed her massive tits. Easily as big as Sally's milk filled breasts. "Remove Nikki's clothes!" I stood Nikki up holding her wrists. Mary undressed Nikki but couldn't remove her blouse or bra because of her arms. "Cut them off." I demanded. Nikki started to argue through her gag but Mary soon returned and cut the clothes off. Nikki was fighting back so I took her back over my knees and spanked her again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!. Nikki's ass was now red Mary looked on. I could see Nikki was getting wet. I carried Nikki to the bed with her arms behind her. She had only her legs to resist. I indicated that I needed more restraints. Mary provided panty hose. We cut them in half, I tied one leg to the head rails and the other to the foot rails. I kissed Mary so Nikki could watch and then had her undress me. My cock sprung out as she released it. Mary dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Nikki squirmed around on the bed. I sat between her legs and fingered her pussy. As my fingers became coated I interrupted Mary and fed her Nikki's pussy juice. Nikki started to respond to my fingers by thrusting up. I spanked her pussy making sure to get her clit. Nikki yelled into the panties. Soon she was shifting her hips trying to avoid the spanking. I fucked her pussy with my fingers still feeding Mary. Nikki came back around begging for more. I spanked her pussy again, again she protested. I pulled Mary from my cock and kissed her. Nikki moaned with desire. "Fuck her mouth!" I instructed Mary. She was confused since Nikki was gagged but she positioned herself over Nikki's mouth. Rubbing her cunt over Nikki's nose and mouth Mary was getting close to cumming. I pulled her forward to her hands and knees. "Please Danny I need to cum." Mary whimpered. I offered her my cock she happily took it back in her mouth. I played with her nipples and even her pussy over her back. Her juice was dripping over Nikki's chest. I was almost ready to cum. Pulling free I move behind Mary and slammed my cock deep in her pussy. My balls were right over Nikki's gagged mouth. Mary had lowered her mouth to Nikki's cunt. "Don't lick her pussy she is being punished!" I warned Mary. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Mary didn't protest but Nikki did. "Fuck me Sir. Fuck my needy pussy!" Mary gasped as she started to cum. "Punish my bad little girl!" Mary's pussy slammed back on me you could hear the slaps as we coupled. I started spewing cum deep in her womb. The silky goodness too hard to resist any longer. Nikki was desperate. She lifted her head and nuzzled my balls with her nose. She wanted to cum. I thrust Mary's face in her daughter's cunt. "Don't let her cum!" I commanded. I pulled the panties from Nikki's mouth. "Please Danny I'm sorry. Please let me ..." I jammed my pussy and cum covered cock in her mouth. She sucked me hard trying to punish me for withholding her pleasure. "That's it you naughty girl suck your mom off me!" I reached down and gripped her jaw pressing in deeper. "You will never call a woman I love a bitch in anger again do you hear me?" Nikki looked up at me knowing I wasn't playing now. I was serious. She nodded her eyes telling me she was sorry. I pulled my cock from her mouth. I pulled Mary up from Nikki's pussy still locked onto Nikki's eyes. She rolled her hips looking for Mary to let her cum. "I'm sorry Danny. I'll never do that again." I bent down and kissed her. She slipped her tongue in my mouth asking for forgiveness. I replied letting her know I was sorry too. I pulled off. "May I cum Sir?" She pleaded. "Not until you're done being punished." I pulled Mary back and let Nikki clean her cunt of my cum. Only when Mary came again would I let her lick Nikki to a climax. We ended the night with me fucking Nikki's ass while Mary sucked on her clit to an earth shattering orgasm. I took shower and again well into the night slipped in behind Lizzy. With half of the women mad at the other half and no one sleeping in the same place I knew this needed to end and soon. I was on the way to Florida when I talked to Ivan and Molly. I called Art and expressed some concerns of Ivan's. Art said he would get some answers but didn't see that it was a deal breaker. Sally was there to pick me up. She had Cindy who ran to my waiting arms with a big smile. I could tell her time alone was beneficial. She could barely wait for Cindy to give me a kiss before she gave me one. Sally played me some voice mails Lizzy left her. She was all but begging Sally to call. "Danny, she still doesn't know?" Sally was still devastated over the event but no longer mad at Lizzy. "She knows something is wrong, but not why. Don't you think it should come from you?" I asked. Sally took my hand as we walked to the car. Cindy hugging my neck as I carried her in one arm. Sally was conflicted now. She was hurt but didn't want to upset Lizzy any further. We drove to the house and went inside for lunch. We talked about all the drama back at home. I had a feeling I knew what the problem was and I was working on a solution. I was still missing one critical piece. "Would you girls like some ice cream before I go to work?" I asked. Cindy screamed in delight. Sally only smiled knowing I was going to win this easily. "Sure, seems the only one that will be complaining is my waist line!" Sally joked. We walked the several blocks to the soft serve stand. Cindy was playing on the slide as we finished up. She looked healthier and stronger. Not only that, she was walking better. Sally thinks it's the breast milk. I think it's the love. We talked about what Ivan learned and what Molly had to say. I had some tough and expensive decisions to make but like every time adversity faced me I followed my instincts. "It's time I go fix this. All of this. I need to go to work." I looked at Sally. "How are you going to do that?" She asked. "I don't know yet but I know it can't be done here." Sally went and got Cindy from the slide. When she came back I gave her some sobering news. "I'll need you to fix your problem first." "How am I going to do that?" She asked. For maybe the first time since she left George Sally was scared. "I don't know but I do know you can't do it here either. So you better have a plan by the time I get home!" I explained. We were walking back to the house. Cindy holding each of our hands. She was so happy skipping along. We were approaching the house that backed up to our house. It was a nice sized place nowhere as big of course, but it was on a side street off the inter-coastal. There was a pickup in the drive, in the bed was realtor signs. The driver pulled one out of the bed and carried it to the yard. "Excuse me is that house for sale?" I asked. "No just had some signs to get rid of. Thought this looked like a nice place to put one." He looked at me like I was some sort of moron. "I'm sorry. Could you hold on one moment?" I asked him as I dialed my phone. "What do you mean hold on? I have work to do." He complained. I held up one finger indicating he should wait. "Hello Barb this is Danny. What you asking for the house on Pine?" (Pause) "What's your bottom dollar. I have a buyer?" (Pause) "Well it's me." (Pause) "Yep. Cash." (Pause) "Great. I'll take it!" (Pause) "Thanks. I'll be by in an hour to get the keys." I hung up the phone. "You can take the sign back. The house is sold." "Great that just cost me forty bucks." He said disgusted with me. I opened my wallet and handed him fifty. "Here, take this and if they ask you tell them I took down the sign." I grinned. "Mommy. Daddy just buy a house?" Cindy was pulling on Sally's hand. Sally lifted Cindy up and kissed her. "Yes he did!" She looked at me. "Daddy loves you and me so much. He wants us to be happy. He wants everybody to be happy!" Sally kissed me. "You need to go to work. I'll be ready when you get home." Sally said as she looked at me. "Danny. You were right. I'll have our bags packed." "I'll get a flight. See you baby." I kissed Cindy. We went home I picked up my stuff and went to the office. I was home by six. "We don't leave until eleven. Do you want to kill some time?" I smiled. "Danny I need to see her first. Is that ok?" Sally was nervous how I would react. "Even better. Where is that kid of yours?" Cindy was playing hide and seek. We played until dinner then after I read her stories until we both fell asleep. Sally woke me up. I took a shower and we headed to the airport. Mike was waiting for us with Winnie as I carried Cindy in my arms. We gave each other a sly smile. He nodded to me and I to him. The trip was smooth the cool night air was great for flying. We touched down about one in the morning. I unbuckled and picked up Cindy from the seat. Sally looked at me I could see she was scared. We left the plane first, two people were waiting in the terminal for Mike and us. Sky was there to get Mike and Winnie who had been gone for almost two weeks on vacation. Beside her was Kat. She looked at Sally I could tell she was just as scared as Sally. Mike slapped me on the back. "Good luck Dan, talk to you this week." He and Winnie kissed Sky then walked away. Mike looking back with a wink. "I'm going to load the car. I think you two have some talking to do." I stated. Cindy saw mom and wanted down. When I sat her on the floor she ran to Kat. "I missed you Kitty!" Cindy said. I picked up our bags and waited. Kat hugged her. "I missed you too baby!" Kat said, then she looked at Sally. "Oh and how I missed you!" "Come on pumpkin. Mommy needs to talk to Kitty." I told Cindy. She took a small bag and followed me out the door. She looked back at Sally and Kat. "But daddy they're kissing!" Cindy tried to explain. "They are? Well pumpkin that's a good thing!" I replied happily. The ride home was quiet except for Cindy chattering before she nodded off. The house was completely still. Kat took Cindy and headed to her room. I guided Sally to the master suite. We entered silently. I stripped Sally, I could feel her shaking as I removed each garment. "Are you coming?" She whispered. "I think it best the two of you figure this out." I answered. I kissed her and smacked her gently on the ass sending her on the way. I leaned against the door frame as she slipped into bed behind Lizzy. I could see Lizzy snuggle deep inside Sally under the covers. "Madam your pet is back!" I heard Sally say. Lizzy woke with a startle from her slumber. "Sally! Your back! Where have you been? Why did you leave me? No one will tell me anything!" Lizzy released a barrage of questions. Then she saw me. "You're in trouble buster!" "I think Sally has something to tell you first." I replied. I looked at Sally in the dim light. She knew now was the time. I opened the door and closed it waiting on the other side. I walked away when I heard the Lizzy starting to apologize, and Sally do the same. There were sobs and crying and then silence. Only then did I go to the couch and grab a blanket a fitting spot for me to allow this in the first place. I was awaken in the morning by Cindy crawling up on the couch to be with me. She was so happy to be back with the other kids she was bubbling over with energy. Hunter and Kenzi loved having her around. Kyle by now was beyond babies but he kept a close eye on her making sure she wasn't taken advantage of by the older kids. Kat and Nikki were getting ready for work. I asked them if they would come right home after work I had something to discuss with them. They readily agreed. I called Mary and asked if she could come over for the day, she said she would. I called Sharon and asked her to come over for dinner also. She was still pissed but agreed only when I told her everyone else would be here including the boys. I then called Jr and invited him and his fiancé to join us. Last but not least I called Sam. I explained that I would like him to come. He was on board and promised to make sure Sharon came. Kat had given Mikayla a bottle earlier. I heard the shower running in the master bedroom around nine. I took Mikayla and Cindy in around ten to Sally and Lizzy so they could feed them. Mary showed up shortly after, she and I went downstairs and set up the play area how I wanted it. Ivan called in the afternoon with good news and great news. I talked to Molly she was excited about my suggestion. By six the house was bustling JR brought his fiancé Rachel. I gave them each a chore to do. Sam good to his word brought Sharon. Sally and Lizzy were on board. Mary was still not happy with Sharon and Kat. Nikki and Kat were talking but were still on the outs. Sharon seemed pissed at the world for some reason. Fortunately the pizza's I ordered were delivered on time. With the adults putting their differences aside for now we pared up so each child had an adult, Sam finding a new friend in Cindy. She clung to him like he use to do to me. Fifteen people all at one long table eating and getting along, for the most part. I sat beside Sharon, I could sense she wasn't a happy person. I took her hand and held it under the table. She looked at me. It was one of the few times I felt how vulnerable she was. I kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. "It will be all set right soon." She looked at me, I could see she was skeptical. "But it's not all what you think. Danny. Some of it's about work..." "It's ok. Trust me just a little bit longer." I kissed her cheek again. I could feel a sense of relief as she continued to hold my hand. While the table was being cleared I met with Sally. "Well do you think they're ready?" I asked. She looked over at the others. "I have a good feeling now that we are all together. What about the kids?" Sally asked. "I was going to send them away but I think they should stay it affects them also. Besides it's their love that brings us all back to our senses." I explained. "Daniel when did you become so smart?" Sally chuckled. "I had three great mothers, plus Charles and George." She kissed me on the lips in front of everyone. "It's time." She said. "Ladies and gentleman I have something to tell you. Grab a kid and please get comfortable." I announced. JR was with his girlfriend Rachel. Sam was with Cindy. Kat had Mikayla. Nikki had Kenzi. Mary had Kyle. Sharon had Hunter. Sally and Lizzy joined me as I started to address them. "First and foremost I want to apologize for what has been going on the last week, but really it has been festering for longer than that. I take responsibility for that. For letting you down." I started. All of the adults looked at each other. "We all know that the day Lizzy spent with Kat was what triggered all this drama. You all know that Sally's feelings were hurt, and she felt betrayed. Lizzy felt she was doing something for Sally. They have made up and hopefully they are past that." "We are." Sally explained. Everyone looked at Sally and Lizzy setting beside each other holding hands. "We just needed to be with each other and work it out. We have too much to lose being apart." Sally explained. "And that is where I have failed you all." I started again. "This business in Florida has provided us with an opportunity to provide for our families now and well into the future. But living in two different places is ripping this family apart. And make no mistake we are all one big family." I looked around at each person. Even the kids seemed to know I was talking about them too. "Now the question is? How do I fix this? I would give up the whole darn thing in Florida, move back here just to keep us together and happy. It occurred to me that if I did, we could lose Cindy. Now we all know that isn't going to happen!" I looked at Sally and the rest as they all looked at Cindy. "So our financial future is in Florida and so is our hearts. The only thing we have here are jobs and houses. So I propose we all move to Florida. Well anyone that wants to!" I offered. Nikki stood up to speak "What about jobs. Can we afford not to work? Besides I like working. I like my career!" Nikki asked looking scared. Sharon, Kat, and Nikki all looked at me. "I'm glad you asked!" I smiled at her. "If you chose to come you will be taking over for Ivan one day soon. You will be the numbers person running two to three businesses." I explained. Nikki seemed pleased I would even suggest it. "Sharon if she decides will be running her own insurance company. I would expect if she and Kat are still on talking terms, will still work together." I explained. "I have the option of buying an existing company whose owner is looking to retire. Regardless Kat will have a job there working directly for the owner." Sharon looked at Kat, I could see they both wanted this. Nikki was seemed even happier. "Lizzy I am hoping will take over for Sally at the investment and management company after the baby is born. Sally and Mary will be running the big house, as well as the second house we just bought that is right behind it. Jr and Rachel can move into the apartment if they want. Sam will be heading to college, so he can live at home or on campus depending on where he settles. Kyle, Kenzi, and Hunter will be starting school next week in Florida!" There was considerable discussions before Sharon spoke up. "Danny. This is all so sudden. When do you need to know?" "I have decided I cannot live without all my kids together. We will be home Sunday. Lizzy, Sally and I will be there as well. I was hoping Nikki, and Kat could give notice and start by the end of the month." Kat jumped up and hugged and kissed me. "Yes! Count me in. Nikki are you coming?" Kat gushed turning to Nikki. Then the moment came only I was anxiously waiting for. Nikki looked at Sharon, I could see she was conflicted. "Sharon I love you but I can't leave my babies!" Nikki looked at Sharon pleading for her to come. Sharon looked at me she gave me that wicked grin letting me know she knew the answer. "When I need you, you are always there!" She looked at me then to the other women. "You knew during dinner didn't you?" I only smiled. "Daniel we ladies have been fools lately. We have been petty and selfish." Sharon added. She went and picked up Cindy and kissed her. "All you have ever wanted is to love us and have us love you. You knew before you got here what the answer would be. You just had to show us what we have forgotten." Sharon glared at me. Sharon was mad and happy at the same time. I could see her gain her composure, the strength we both knew she had. Sharon kissed Cindy again as the girl wrapped her arms around her neck and hugged tight. Sharon looked at all the ladies. "We forgot how much we love and need each other! Can I ask you one question?" "Sure!" I grinned. "Can Cindy sit on my lap in the plane?" The whole room erupted in cheers and tears. Everyone was hugging and kissing. The kids even seemed to know that something good was happening. I was holding Cindy and she was the happiest of them all. Somehow she knew this was for her too. Rachel and Lizzy came to me as I stood looking at all the drama from the past months and weeks melt away. "Do you really love them all? The women I mean?" Rachel asked me, then looked at Lizzy. "Yes I do." I looked at her seriously. "Each and everyone the same but different." She looked at Lizzy to see her reaction. Lizzy just nodded. Rachel seemed unconvinced. "Ok, let's say there is a fire here, right now. You can only save one woman here. Who would you save?" Rachel asked challenging in me now. "That's easy!" I said. I handed her Cindy. "I would save you, but have Cindy go in my place." Rachel seemed shocked by my answer. Cindy hugged her and played with her long hair. "He really means that!" Lizzy explained. "That's why we love him so much." Lizzy started kissing me her milk filled tits and pregnant belly pushing against me. I offered to take Cindy back. "May I?" Rachel asked holding on to Cindy, who was now talking to her as she continued to play with her hair. "I think I am starting to understand." "Sure. But don't get too attached Sally can be very protective!" I teased. The damage that had been done over the last week had been all but forgotten except by Lizzy. Against my better judgment she insisted Sally be punished. I refused to administer it but allowed her to proceed with my supervision. She and Sally slipped into the master suite as I was finishing up with Kat and Nikki and the kids all tucked in bed. Mary and Sharon left earlier along with the boys and Rachel. Lizzy met me at the door she was dressed in her favorite dominatrix outfit, except her belly was bulging out. Sally lying on the bed covered up. "Take a shower we aren't ready for you yet!" Lizzy commanded. I returned to find the lights were turned down and several candles were lit around the room. It was clear Sally was tied to the bed. A single chair was at the foot, her spread pussy not five feet away. I could see Sally's face was shiny. Lizzy's pussy was puffy her pink clit extend from the dark brown sheath. Lizzy was running her hand over Sally's body as it quivered beneath her. Sally's head was propped up so she could watch herself being punished. "YOU, will not speak!" Lizzy pointed to me." "If you do you will leave and not return until morning!" Lizzy was clearly in control tonight. I nodded I understood. She then turned her attention to Sally. "Tell him!" Lizzy commanded her. "Danny, please don't stop her!" Sally was scared but at the same time excited. "Good. Now my pet we have unfinished business you and I." Lizzy spanked Sally's pussy hard several times. Sally groaned quietly. "Lift your pussy!" Sally strained to lift her cunt from the bed. Lizzy quickly slipped a pillow underneath her ass. Moving between Sally's legs Lizzy lowered her mouth to Sally's pussy "Madam you don't have to do that!" Sally moaned. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK! Lizzy punished her pussy hard. "Yes I do you ungrateful bitch! Why do you think I went to her?" Lizzy shouted. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK! Sally strained her pussy higher begging for her to continue. "Now shut the fuck up and cum for me!" Moving back between her legs Lizzy again started eating out Sally's pussy. I watched amazed as Lizzy brought Sally to the edge of a massive orgasm. Sally thrashed about the bed begging Lizzy to stop. Lizzy paid her no mind and continued to bring her to a new level of excitement. I could see Sally straining against the bonds holding her. She so much wanted to pull Lizzy up but to no avail. Her eyes closed, her stomach tensed, I could tell she was savoring every moment of this encounter. A slight whimper escaped, Lizzy looked up and pinched her nipple causing Sally to only moan louder. If Lizzy was not accomplished she was at least effective. Sally's legs wanted to close but tied off she couldn't. Her knees slightly bent, started to shake. I watched as her hands opened wide then balled into fists hoping the bonds would fail. "I love you child!" Sally groaned. With all her strength Sally pushed her cunt up against Lizzy as her body started a frantic shudder. Sally's legs stiffened and her toes curled, it was all too much as her orgasm ripped through her body. "No more!" Sally cursed. Her tits flopped around her chest, her stomach looked like tidal waves were breaking beneath the surface as her muscles contracted again and again. I have to admit it may have been one of the most intense orgasms I have ever witnessed. Then it all stopped. Sally lay motionless. My guess is Lizzy only stopped because her tongue and jaw were no longer able to continue. Lizzy moved on top of Sally and kissed her for the next five minutes. "Are you ready for your punishment?" Lizzy asked. Filled with lust Sally only nodded. Lizzy moved to the night stand and pulled out several clothes pins I watched as she clipped them to Sally's milk filled tits. Sally filched with each one but didn't cry out. Nikki then clipped several to Sally's now gaping pussy. I flinched along with Sally. This was something Mary might like but I wasn't sure about Sally. I sat silently looking on stroking my cock. Lizzy walked behind me to the dresser she returned with two long candles. One white one red. She moved to Sally. I tensed up ready to grab Lizzy when Sally looked me in the eye letting me know I shouldn't stop this. The first drop hit her on the upper slope of her breast. She closed her eyes, purred then looked at me letting me know she wanted this. My cock went limp as Lizzy continued to drip hot wax over Sally's body. "You like that don't you slut?" Lizzy teased. Sally only nodded. "My bad little pet is going to pay this time!" Lizzy chuckled. Sally continued to respond with low moans of pain and pleasure. When the first drops of wax dripped over her pussy Sally hissed her response for me to hear. "Yessssss!" I closed my eyes I couldn't watch. "Open that cunt for me slut!" Lizzy commanded. I expected to hear it sizzle in her juices. This went on for several minutes. Then just before I was going to leave Lizzy kissed me. "Look at our pet now!" Lizzy whispered, I opened my eyes. Pet was covered in wax almost hiding her pussy and tits. Even the clothespins were coated in place. "Shall I continue Pet?" Lizzy asked. "Yes madam!" Sally said huskily. Lizzy looked at me. She stared me down reminding me of my agreement. Moving to Pet's side she peeled off the wax from around her pussy. Pet was purring as each piece fell to the bed. The drippings along her perineum elicited the loudest response, her eyes glassing over. Lizzy moved to the night stand I saw her pull out the lube. She came to me slathered her hand and coated my cock. Then she moved to Pet. Her hand moved over Pet's pussy, it now glistened with lube as well. She added more and moved to her ass. Lubing that as well. "Master come here!" Lizzy hissed. She released Pets legs and then her arms. Pulling her legs up to her hands. "In her ass!" I moved in place on the bed. Lizzy grabbed my cock and stuffed it in Pet's ass. I fucked her for several minutes while Lizzy probed her pussy. She had three fingers inside churning her juices. Sally was in heaven her body squirmed with desire. Lizzy pulled me out as Sally protested and indicated I should stay where I was. "Pet on your knees!" Lizzy barked. "You cum when I tell you!" Sally quickly moved in position her ass just inches from my cock. Lizzy guided me back in then went at her pussy one more time. I could feel the pressure as her fingers played below my cock. Sally was bucking on us both. Lizzy's left hand crossed over her right and pushed me out of her ass. "No Madam!" Sally protested. "Not yet pet! Soon I promise!" Lizzy pulled her hand from the gaping cunt in front of me. She lubed it up and dripped more lube over Pets ass crack. Placing her hand at the entrance I watched as she curled her thumb between her fingers. She pressed back in Pets pussy as the lube allowed her to push deeper. Sally groaned. "Take it slut. Take your punishment!" Lizzy ordered "Don't you dare cum!" Sally grunted pushing back. I was so enthralled at what was taking place at the moment it didn't occur to me to stop this. Lizzy worked her hand further in, she twisted her wrist. I could see she was getting concerned as well. Still like a deer in headlights I did nothing. "No Sally!" Lizzy pleaded. "Yes Madam you must!" Pet pleaded. Reaching between her legs she grabbed the thin brown wrist and pulled the long delicate hand deeper in her pussy "Fuck you Slut!" Lizzy yelled she jammed her hand inside to where Pet held her wrist. "Cum for me slut!" Sally lowered her face in the mattress and yelled out as a massive orgasm erupted within her body again. She and Lizzy both were fucking her pussy as I was still paralyzed by what I saw. The eruptions continued as her pussy dripped with fluids her back and tits shook. Lizzy had her right hand deep in Pet's pussy pushing, pulling, twisting, and turning. With her left hand she was pulling the clamps off her nipples and pealing the wax off as well. This only prolonged Sally orgasm she was still crying out in the mattress. With all the wax pealed and clips removed. Lizzy milked her tits on the bed. Her right hand still embedded in Pet's pussy she allowed Sally to recover. Lizzy smeared more lube on Pet's asshole. "Fuck her ass!" Lizzy looked at me. It took a moment for this to register. Even if I wanted I knew I couldn't, my dick had gone limp long ago. "Fuck her ass!" Lizzy repeated. I looked down to show her and much to my surprise I was as hard as ever. "Hurry she needs to cum again!" "I can't!" I responded. "You're hurting her!" SMACK! She slapped my face. "Fuck her ASS!" Lizzy yelled. "But Lizzy..." "Please Danny for us...It's on her list!" Lizzy softened her voice. It was a plea not a demand. Oh my god! It finally hit me. This was no punishment this was a reward. I remembered these things were on her list but I was opposed to them. I make people happy. Lizzy's hand guided me to Pet's asshole. Sally pushed back excited to help. I plunged in to the tightest orifice my cock had ever felt. I would like to say I fucked her until she begged me to stop, but the fact is by the time I worked myself deep in her ass we both were ready to cum. Lizzy fucked her pussy, my balls dragged along her slick arm. Sally bucked on us both as I unloaded in her ass which sent her on the way. My orgasm consumed my body. Sally's ass so tight it expelled my shrinking cock easily. I fell to the side my cock continuing purge the remaining cum over my thigh. Sally somehow was lying on her back. We both watched as Lizzy pulled her hand from Sally's cunt and coated Pet's entire tit with her whole palm. Sally hungrily cleaned Lizzy's hand then both her tits. I don't know when I have ever seen her so happy. "Thank you Danny. I'm so glad you stayed!" Sally said holding my hand. "Not sure I want to see that wax thing again?" I teased. "I knew you thought I was in pain. But it really wasn't that bad. Still. Maybe like cum farts we should take that off the list?" She teased. "Cum farts? Lizzy asked as she undressed for us. "You don't want to know." I replied. "Oh but my love I do!" She slipped on top of me. "I'm ready for the last of my punishment if you are Madam!" Sally smiled at us. "Then I can show you?" "Let's go slut!" Lizzy jumped up. "Hurry Danny!" Lizzy pulled Sally into the shower making sure I was following. Lizzy fell to her knees the shower door open and with a swift movement she started working her hand back in Sally's pussy. I thought this part was done but Sally looked at me letting me know there was more. "Do it slut!" Lizzy squealed. I saw her maneuver her hand inside Sally. Sally gripped Lizzy's head to brace herself. Sally started squirting all over my little brown wife. "Yes slut! Cum!" Hose me down! Punish me!" Lizzy squealed. She worked her hand and each time she pulled out Sally pissed down her arm or on her chest. I thought I had seen it all, but this was as decadent as I had ever imagined. Lizzy no longer getting pissed on pulled her hand from Sally. "Thank you Madam!" Turning away from Lizzy she bent over. "Cum fart!" Sally warned her. I pulled Lizzy from her knees just as Sally's ass sprayed my cum over Lizzy's legs. "Oh you Nasty woman!" Lizzy squealed as the second shot sprayed over her. Lizzy looked at me. "You did this with her?" Lizzy was laughing in delight. "Just once." I replied. "Oh Sally that was awesome!" Lizzy grabbed her and hugged her I turned on the shower and stepped in with them both. "You two happy now?" I asked. They looked at each other and then mobbed me. Only after I filled Lizzy's pussy and Sally licked it out did we make it to bed. The next morning Sally thanked Lizzy for what she did but made her promise she would never do it again. Lizzy tried to argue but Sally pointed out that Lizzy wasn't a lezzy and should stay true to herself. "But it made you happy." Lizzy protested. "You're right it did, and now every time we are together I will remember how special you made me feel." Sally brushed her hand over Lizzy's cheek. "It will be a moment I will never forget." They bantered for few more minutes before Lizzy finally promised. Sally was happy she won, and because I knew why so was I. To be continued...

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Title: A Bargain Ch. 05 Tags: seduction **Chapter 5: Resolution** WEDNESDAY: JENN RETURNS As we had previously arranged, I was waiting to pick Jenn up at the airport. Dianne and I hadn't had sex for a couple of days, and our extremely torrid affair was over. Even if Jenn found out about Dianne and me, I decided I wouldn't feel guilty. After all, it was Jenn who had told me to go and have sex while she was gone. In effect it was Jenn who had precipitated my affair with Dianne. Deciding I wouldn't feel guilty was one thing, but actually feeling guilt-free was another. Jenn had certainly not implied that I should fuck the woman who slept in her room in the bed next to her. She hadn't set any boundaries, but I knew I didn't want to tell Jenn about Dianne and me! All of this was churning in my mind as I waited for the passengers to deplane. I was apprehensive. I knew I was falling deeply in love with Jenn, in spite of the affection and passion I felt for Dianne. But had Jenn decided that she was also in love with me? Or would she tell me that she loved her old beau? Was I going to be her lover - or just a male friend? I'd slept with Dianne and started to fall in love with her, too, but it hadn't diminished my feelings for Jenn. Had Jenn slept with her old lover? And if so, how had it affected her feelings toward me? As I waited, I struggled to paste the correct expression on my face. I hadn't really been unfaithful, but it still felt as if I had. Could I keep that guilty feeling from showing? I watched the steady stream of people coming down the hallway. Finally I saw Jenn coming. As she approached, my penis vainly attempted to wave to her through my pants. God, she turned me on! Jenn kissed me hello, but it was a friendly kiss, not a romantic one. She was stiff, tense, and clearly as nervous as I was. My erection quickly subsided. I drove her back to campus and carried her bags to her room. During the drive we talked about her flight, her parents, and the weather. Neither of us wanted to bring up what was really on our mind. I said hello to Dianne, whom I'd last seen two days earlier in my bedroom, then I left since it was obvious they had lots of girl-talk to take care of. Jenn agreed to meet me in the dining hall for breakfast the next morning. Jenn kissed me goodnight at the door, and this kiss was a little better, but not much. She was still tense and tight in my arms. While I hadn't expected sex, I had hoped I would get more than a couple of kisses. I didn't like the message she was sending me, but there was obviously nothing I could do about it. If she was still in love with her old boyfriend, I knew she was much too moral to cheat on him with me. UNBELIEVABLE THURSDAY WITH JENN At breakfast we couldn't carry on much of a conversation since several other people joined us, including Dianne. The most important item of information concerned Jenn's moving out of the dorm for the remaining ten weeks of the summer. One of the professors in our department was taking a sabbatical leave, and she had needed someone to live in her apartment until the end of August. She was concerned that her apartment would be broken into if it were vacant all summer, and Jenn had agreed to move in until the fall semester began. Apparently she had arranged everything by telephone while she was visiting her parents. So I made several trips in my VW, back and forth from the dorm to the professor's apartment. It took most of the afternoon, but Jenn was finally moved in. It seemed ironic that Jenn now had a private place where the two of us could make love without fear of interruption, but she had obviously decided that we were only going to be platonic friends. I didn't look forward to reversing the move in a couple of months, but as her friend, I would certainly help her to do that. Shit! With Jenn temporarily moved out, Dianne's room was now an unofficial private room. So it would have been possible to continue to make love to Dianne without anyone finding out. But until Jenn told me that she wanted me out of her romantic - and sexual - life, I wasn't going to risk having sex with Dianne. If I still had a chance to make a life with Jenn, then that's exactly what I would attempt to do. Given the way Jenn was acting toward me, that didn't seem likely. The affection I felt for Dianne was strong enough that I didn't want to have a rebound-affair with her. I simply couldn't treat her that way. So I found myself sexually cut off from the two women with whom I most wanted to make love. Both of their bedrooms were private, so if I were really just interested in fucking them, I could probably alternate nights without either of them finding out the truth. At least for a while. But my emotional entanglements with both of them meant I probably couldn't fuck either of them. Sometimes life's a bitch! Jenn's temporary off-campus apartment was reasonably large, with a living/family room, kitchen, two bedrooms, and two baths. Washers and driers were located in the basement. Each apartment in the complex had two assigned parking places. The professor had used one of the bedrooms as an office, and Jenn decided she'd use it for studying. The other bedroom had a king-sized bed. Given the continuing absence of romantic signals from Jenn, I assumed I'd never get to sleep in it. The apartment complex also had a relatively large swimming pool, although its deck appeared to be more popular. From one of the apartment windows I could see a couple of dozen well-tanned bodies baking in the sun. Most of the women were topless, a state of undress not allowed in public pools but apparently acceptable here. I wasn't going to complain! I'd already learned that nearly all of the renters were upper- level undergraduates, graduate students, and young faculty members. In other words everyone was in the prime of sexual attractiveness, availability, and interest. Even if we weren't going to be lovers, I hoped that Jenn would invite me over so that I could get a better look as several of the sunbathers. Jenn chided me for staring at a buxom brunette wearing nothing but the bottoms of a skimpy bikini. What had caught and held my eye was the sight of her lying on her back as she rubbed suntan lotion over her bare nipples. Her actions made her breasts jiggle and her nipples point up. Jenn was pretty much settled in by 5:00, and I asked her if she would like to go to a movie later that evening. She declined. "I'd rather not. We have some things we really need to talk out. How about . . . how about you come back about 8:30? I can catch something quick to eat and sort of settle in. Then we can talk, okay?" I agreed, and Jenn gave me a quick kiss at the door. Once again I could feel how tense she was, and I began bracing myself for the I-just-want-you-as-a-friend lecture from her. I only picked at my food in the dining hall, and several of my friends thought I was sick. I took the easy way out and lied, telling them that my stomach was upset. I parked next to Jenn's car in one of the numbered spaces assigned to her apartment, and promptly at 8:30 I rang the doorbell. She was standing behind the door as it opened, and all I could see was her face. I walked in and turned around and saw her, and I almost dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying. She was wearing the black negligee I'd purchased for her on our mountain getaway. Wearing it was her signal to me that she had decided we could make love. To say I was astonished completely understates my reaction. Jenn giggled at the expression on my face. She stepped forward and took the wine from my hand, then grinned. "Surprise!" I watched Jenn dash into the kitchen, put the wine in the refrigerator, then hurry back to me. I had chosen the negligee because it was almost transparent. I could clearly see Jenn's nipples and areolae through her top, and the gray shadow of her blonde pubic hair was visible between her legs. Her breasts bounced as she moved. She was effectively nude. "We can drink the wine later, Don. But I don't want to wait any longer for you to make love to me!" Jenn wrapped her arms around me and smashed her mouth against mine. I pulled her firmly against me and slipped my hands down to her behind. I supported her weight as she wrapped her legs around my waist. After several minutes exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, we finally broke the kiss. She had her arms around my neck, so I caressed her breasts through the negligee. Her nipples were stuff and jutting out. "I didn't bring any protection. I thought . . . " "Don't need it! I'm on the pill!" Jenn giggled again at the surprised look on my face. "Silly, you were there! I got the prescription filled just before I flew home! You drove me! Besides, I just finished my period." We kissed again, and I began carrying Jenn toward her bedroom. I wasn't going to pass up a chance to make love to Jenn, even if this turned out to be a one-time, gratitude fuck. But just in case I was only going to get one opportunity to have sex with her, I wanted to make the most of it. Jenn dropped off of me as we entered the bedroom. "Wait, Don!" She pulled herself away from me and jumped onto the bed. She lay on her back, with her head on a pillow, with her hands over her head and with her knees up and her legs spread apart. "Remember this?" In the cabin Jenn had posed herself in almost exactly the same position, but this time I knew I was finally going to make love to her, not fuck her with a dildo. "I could never forget! Just lie there like that while I get undressed!" The only light in the bedroom came from lights outside the apartment shining faintly through the drapes. It was dim and it was romantic, but it was still enough to see clearly. I stared at Jenn's barely-covered pussy as I undressed. I didn't rush, but I didn't waste any time. Moisture seeping from inside her made a wet spot in the crotch of her panties, and the fabric became more and more transparent as the wet spot enlarged. I had closely examined her pussy more than once, but somehow today's view through her panties was much more erotic. Jenn's attention was fixed on the bulge in my boxers, and I watched her eyes as I pulled them down. Her pupils visibly dilated and she smiled as my erection emerged. I looked down and watched a drop of pre-cum slowly emerged form its tip. I crawled onto the bed and stopped with my knees between Jenn's legs, almost touching her pussy. As I leaned down to kiss her, she began to gently and lovingly stroke my penis and balls with both hands. She moaned against my mouth as our tongues rubbed back and forth against each other. Her erotic touches were so gentle yet so powerful that I paused to savor them. Jenn's tongue action became more forceful, and I could smell the familiar scent of her fresh pussy juices. She was no longer simply caressing my genitals. Instead she was giving me a handjob, and I could feel the familiar pressure beginning to build. I broke our kiss. "Unless you want me to cum all over your negligee, you might want to stop that!" Jenn opened her eyes, and I could see how much passion she was feeling. "NO! I want to feel you inside me when you cum." She pushed my penis between her legs and wrapped her arms around me as our kiss continued. I broke our kiss again. "I want to look at your pussy, Jenn. I want to smell and taste your excitement." She moaned and let me move down her body. I licked her navel as fast as I could move my tongue and she made little squeals of pleasure. I dragged my face against her panties as I slowly approached her crotch, and she arched her back and moaned. Her scent was rich, pungent, and thick. As the top of my nose pushed past Jenn's pubic bone and began to press against her crotch, I leaned forward on my elbows and cupped her breasts through the negligee. I rubbed her stiff nipples through the silky material, and her wordless cries told me how close she was. She was so wet I could feel moisture on my face as I pushed against her panties. I rubbed my tongue against Jenn's panties, pressing the material against her engorged labia. I licked and tongued her pussy as if the panties were not there. I tasted her as her juice clung to my tongue. She was breathing in short gasps and grunting between breaths. I continued licking the crotch of her panties and her body began to twitch in little jerking motions. I let Jenn stay right on the edge for a couple of minutes. Then I pushed her panties as far as I could inside her with my tongue. At the same time I squeezed her nipples. She thrust her hip up against my face and screamed. Her thighs cut of the sound as her legs clamped hard around my head. I could feel Jenn's body trembling, and I kept wiggling my tongue against the material inside her. When she began to come back down, I gradually slowed down and reduced the pressure I was applying with my tongue. I rubbed her breasts gently through the fabric. When she arched her hips and spread her knees apart, I could hear her breathing fast and softly moaning. I tugged at Jenn's bikini bottoms, and she lifted her hips off the bed to help me pull them down her legs. They were so wet I could have wrung her juice from them. I tossed them onto the floor. I untied the bow at the front of her negligee top, and spread it open, exposing her breasts. I watched them bounce as she tried to catch her breath. I returned to Jenn's pussy. I blew gently on her wet labia, and her vagina reacted with a sudden, hard twitch. "Oh! Cold!" Jenn moaned. I lapped and sucked the fresh juices flowing out of her until my face was coated. Some I swallowed, but I kept as much as I could inside my mouth. I moved back up Jenn's body, and I kissed her, smearing her own pussy juice over the lower half of her face. As her tongue pushed between my teeth, the juice from my mouth flowed into hers. "Tasting myself is so raw, so primitive, so stimulating. I'd almost forgotten!" Clearly the old boyfriend didn't eat pussy - or if he did, he didn't kiss afterwards. I moved down to Jenn's breasts, and I kissed, licked, and sucked on them. I reached down to her pussy and slipped two fingers into her. Because she had just climaxed, I easily found her firm, spongy G-spot. I gently massaged it as I continued to move my mouth over her breasts. She immediately responded to the dual stimulation. I took my time. As Jenn climbed toward orgasm, I stopped one or the other until she came down a little. At random intervals I pressed my thumb against her clitoris. Her arousal came faster and stronger than two weeks earlier at the cabin. After about thirty minutes I found I could keep her arousal at a high level without giving her an orgasm. When Jenn began to thrust her hips against my fingers, I sucked as hard as I could on one of her nipples, I moved my fingers as fast as I could on her G-spot, and I pressed my thumb firmly against her clitoris. She flew into an orgasm with a loud scream. "EEEEEE!" It was a great climax. Jenn's body twisted and jerked under me on the bed, and her scream stopped abruptly as she held her breath. Her arms and legs jerked several times. I continued my forceful stimulation, and her orgasm continued. Her thighs were clamping firmly against my hand, and her vagina was squeezing my fingers. When those reactions started weakening, I let my stimulation gradually taper off. She caught a couple of quick breaths, then began to breathe rapidly in and out. She clutched at me and kissed me really hard. It felt strange to kiss her and have her breathing hard at the same time. I gently rubbed her pussy, and she moaned into my mouth. I let Jenn recover to the point where she wasn't gasping for breath. Then I moved back down to her pussy. I lubricated an index finger in her abundant juices, and I slowly and carefully pushed it into her anus. She moaned in response to the unexpected penetration. At the cabin I'd taught Jenn to enjoy oral sex, and I knew what she liked. I hoped the finger in her behind would provide her with some interesting and new sensations. She pressed her pussy firmly against my face as I pushed my tongue as far into her vagina as I could go. I moved my finger slowly in and out of Jenn's anus as I licked and kissed her labia. Enough pussy juice was leaking out of her vagina to keep my finger lubricated, and I could feel her sphincter squeezing and relaxing as my finger moved. After fifteen or twenty minutes, she was ready to climb the walls. I gave a quick lick to her clitoris, and it poked out from under its hood. "Unnh! I can't take much more of this! Why are you taking . . . Unnh! . . . so long? I thought you wanted to fuck me!" Instead of answering Jenn, I picked up the in-and-out tempo with my finger, and I make little circles around her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. She began to moan when her clitoris stayed out, red, swollen, and hard. Jenn's arousal began to rise and fall in obvious waves, and I stayed slightly ahead of her. I moved my finger fast and pressed my tongue against her clitoris to lift her arousal, then stopped my finger and licked her labia to bring it back down. After a few minutes I was in complete control of her excitement. I took her a little higher, then brought Jenn back down. Then higher yet, then down. By the fifth time, she didn't come back down. She crushed her pussy against my face to increase the pressure on her clitoris, and her orgasm erupted. I could feel her vagina vibrating against the finger I had in her rectum, and her mons pubis was trembling against my nose. She leaned back and screamed, "AAAAAEEEEE!" I was able to hold her at the peak for a long time. When Jenn's orgasm began to subside, I removed my finger and lay on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my chest and squeezed as her breathing returned to normal. We shared her juices in another long kiss. Jenn finally pulled her mouth away from mine. "What are you waiting for? You're acting like this is the only time we'll ever do it!" Jenn had sensed my concern. I still didn't know if this was going to be a one- time fuck, but I couldn't wait any longer. "Watch with me, Jenn. Watch us join together." Jenn sat halfway up, mainly leaning on her elbows, and watched as I moved my penis against her pussy. I slowly moved the head up and down her slippery, wet slit. Her labia separated and I could see her vagina opening. I gently pushed, and she gripped my knob. "Oh! The pressure of you forcing yourself into me feels unbelievable!" She made a long moan and closed her eyes. "No, Jenn! Watch!" There is perhaps no more meaningful and memorable event in the lives of two lovers than is their first coupling. It is physically as close as two lovers can be, and I wanted both of us to experience and share this moment to its fullest. Jenn opened her eyes. They were deep, dark pools of raw excitement. Her mouth was open, but she was smiling. She watched as I pushed again, and another inch of my penis entered her. She moaned with pleasure again but kept watching. I pulled out until I felt Jenn's vagina clamp tightly around the base of my knob, then I slowly went back in. Her juices coated the end of my penis and sparkled in the dim light. Most of my shaft was dry, and my penetration depth was clearly shown by the area marked with her special fluid. Jenn was now chewing on her lower lip as she often did when she concentrated. The look on Jenn's face showed that she had never experienced this sort of intimacy when her boyfriend had fucked her. I was in no hurry, and I prolonged our first time as long as I could. As she stared in wide-eyed amazement, I gradually slipped deeper and deeper into her, each time coming slowly back out until she only had my knob inside her vagina. Jenn's vagina gripped my penis in a firm, tight, wet grip. I changed the angle of my thrusts as I moved in and out, and I explored the folds and creases inside her with my penis. I learned how to avoid the places that caused her discomfort. She grunted as I brushed over her G-spot, and her breathing became quick and shallow. Every few seconds she would deliberately clamp down and squeeze hard around my penis, and we would both groan with pleasure. I slow-fucked Jenn as long as I could, but as soon as my penis was completely inside her, my body and my pubic hair pressed against her overstimulated clitoris. I felt her orgasm begin with that first, full thrust against her body. Jenn began to tremble as she watched my penis come out, then go completely back in again three more times before she completely lost control. I felt a pulsing vibration against my penis begin from deep inside her body. Then her vagina began to squeeze my penis in faster and faster pulses. She thrust her hips against me so that my penis would press harder and faster into her. She leaned her head back and began to make one long, continuous moan. I moved faster, in and out of Jenn, and she screamed, "AAAAAEEEEYAAH!" I pushed as hard as I could against her, and she repeatedly thrust her hips up against my groin. We rubbed and twisted against each other in quick, irregular, jerking movements with our pubic hair crushed and tangled together. My first ejaculation squirted deep inside her. I groaned as I felt the wet heat as my semen passed out of me, and she immediately cried, "AAAH!" I had several more bursts, and Jenn cried out with each one. Her vagina continued to tremble and squeeze my penis, and I remained erect. After several long, deep breaths, she wrapped her legs around me and screamed again, a cry of primitive joy, and she clasped my thighs with her legs so that my penis was locked inside her. We lay together like that, with her wrapped around me, hugging me and keeping my penis inside her, and we slowly caught our breath. We held each other and kissed, giggled, and laughed in our joy. I had never felt so completely connected to another human being. There were no words do describe our feelings, and we didn't ruin the moment by trying. It seemed like an eternity later when my arms began to tremble from supporting my weight. There was plenty of room on the huge bed for me to roll Jenn over on top of me without disconnecting our conjoined sexual organs. We carefully maintained our connection as she slipped her legs out from under me, then squatted atop me. I gently rubbed my hands up and down her body, caressing every part of her that I could reach. We kissed, nibbling and licking at each other's faces. We made nonsense sounds, not words, but we both understood every syllable, every tone, every gasp. Jenn squeezed my penis every few seconds, and even though my penis had softened immediately after I ejaculated, it was once again completely erect. As she gently moved her body against mine, I could feel her cervix rubbing my shaft. She was gently caressing my sensitive crown with her hot, wet vaginal creases. I didn't want the profound feeling that we were sharing one body to ever end. The intensity of the physical sensations finally began to wane, and I began to think about making love to Jenn again. Jenn ran her tongue over my lips and spoke first. "Wow!" "That's all? Wow?" Jenn giggled and kissed me. "Okay, wonderful wow! Incredible wow! Fantastic wow! Unbelievable wow!" Jenn kissed me before continuing. "I couldn't believe how . . . how impossibly incredible it felt to feel your penis slowly going in and out of me, deeper and deeper. And watching it too! Just feeling the pressure almost sent me off! I thought it couldn't get better, but it did!" We played tongue-tag for several breaths. "I felt your orgasm start. From way down inside." "You did? I could feel heat, almost a burning, everywhere you touched me, inside. And it grew and grew. My nipples even burned! But it was with intense pleasure, not pain! And then it started. Down deep, like you said." "I could feel you trembling all over. And then you started to squeeze my penis so hard I thought you were trying to suck it inside you!" "That's exactly the way it started! The heat spread out, and my whole body started to tingle with the most incredible sensations! Then I felt . . . like waves, rolling out from deep inside, from around your penis, spreading outward over my body. Again and again. I think I screamed!" "You did! And so did I when I felt myself pumping semen into you." "I felt that, too! I could feel you get bigger inside me, and then a sudden wet heat as you came! Six times! I counted! I didn't know I would feel them! Each one made the waves come faster and harder!" "What were you feeling when I finally ran dry and couldn't do more?" "I was happy and sad at the same time! If you had kept going like that, I think I would have died! I just wanted to hold you inside me forever! We were really united, weren't we? Just a couple of layers of skin was all there was separating us. But that didn't stop us from sharing our feelings. Our love." Jenn gave a happy laugh and kissed me hungrily on the lips. We cuddled and giggled for several more minutes. "I thought guys always got soft afterwards. How come you're still hard?" "I think that's your fault! You kept squeezing and pulling on it, and, well, it stayed stiff. Does it bother you?" "NO! I felt you cum, so I know you had a climax. And I love how he feels inside me! So much better than Donnie! What do you call him?" "What makes you think I have a name for it . . . well, him?" "I have a name for mine! Tell you mine if you tell me yours!" "You first! I don't think a girl has ever told me her pet name for her pussy!" "I'm a woman, not a girl! At least I am now after what we just did!" "So what do you call it?" "Her! She's definitely female, in case you didn't notice! She's Rapunzel." I laughed. "Because her golden hair hangs down so low? I like it!" "So what do you call yours?" "Merlin." "The wizard from King Arthur? I don't get it!" "Well, mostly I use him to take a whiz, so he's my wizard. But he's also full of magic!" Jenn giggled. "Dianne was pretty close with 'magic wand,' wasn't she!?" We giggled, cuddled, and kissed. I didn't want to talk about Dianne! Jenn suddenly leaned up. "Merlin's still standing upright. Is he full of magic again?" I laughed. "Sure, Jenn! But this time you'll have to work a lot harder to get his magic to come out! Why don't you sit on top of me and take charge this time?" It was apparent that this position was a new one for Jenn, and her first few hip thrusts caused Merlin to come completely out of her. "Oops!" She giggled. He was firm and slippery, and gravity pulled him down so that he was aiming at my face. She tried without success to twist around and find the correct angle. "How do I get him back in?" "Hold him with your hand! You've done that before." "But he's . . . well, he's covered with . . . stuff!" Jenn's attack of fastidiousness was amusing, given what I could feel slowly flowing out of her and coating my balls. Apparently she had forgotten some of her lessons at the cabin. "And more is dripping out of you now that he's not plugging Rapunzel's mouth. Go ahead and grab him! Aim him the way you want!" I almost laughed as I watched Jenn try to avoid taking hold of my erection as she struggled to mount me again. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid touching the bright steaks of my semen that were mixed with her own excretions. When Merlin was finally firmly seated inside her again, she held her fingers up as if she didn't want to touch anything with them. I grabbed her hand and licked her fingers clean, and then I pulled her down and kissed her. "I forgot!" she said. "It tastes so . . . exotic!" I reached between us and collected more of our gunk on my hand. Jenn licked everything from my fingers, then kissed me. "That is so incredibly sexy! I can taste some from both of us!" she said as she kissed me again. I can't find the words to describe the look on Jenn's face as she rode me and experimented with different movements, angles, and twists. Unrestrained joy is a start, but that is only a pale description of her face as each orgasm overwhelmed her. After she had climaxed a couple of times, she concentrated on my reactions to her various activities, and once she discovered how to squeeze me as she slowly lifted up, I couldn't hold back. I heard her laugh of triumphant joy change into an orgasmic scream at the same time I yelled and began to ejaculate. I fell asleep with Jenn on top of me. I was vaguely aware when she moved us away from the wet mess we'd left under us. An hour or two later I awoke to find I was spooning against her, with my right arm over her body and my hand between her breasts. She was sound asleep, and I savored the touch and scent of her body. Her back was still covered by the negligee, and its silky smoothness made her curves feel especially feminine. The intoxicating fragrance of our earlier mating had permeated the entire room, and my penis responded by quickly rising once again. In seconds it was poking uncomfortably against the backs of Jenn's thighs. I slowly moved my right arm until I could take hold of her right knee, and I gently lifted it. She stretched and sighed in her sleep, and my erection snapped up between her legs. I lowered her leg, and my erection was now between her thighs. Her skin was still slippery with our combined juices. I reached down with my hand and pressed the head of my penis against Jenn's pussy, and I scooted lower on the bed. I thrust gently forward and back several times, and by pressing on the head of my penis, I was able to slowly move it until it was pressing against her opening. Her labia were wet and relaxed. She stirred in her sleep, and I waited until her breathing resumed its regular, slow cadence. I began a slow forward and back thrusting motion, rubbing my knob against Jenn's labia. After several minutes I felt them begin to swell. I adjusted my position, and the head of my penis began to force her vagina to open. I pushed slowly and I slowly began to enter her. "Oh! I like waking up this way!" Jenn said as her vaginal opening clamped firmly around the base of my knob. She deliberately tightened her grip on my penis, and she moaned. "Nnnnnnh! The pressure. Opening me up. It feels so incredibly erotic! This is what I thought you were going to do that first night at the cabin!" "Just relax, Jenn. I'm not going to get all the way in, but I think you'll enjoy it." "Is this 'doggy-style?' Nnh! God, that's incredible!" I laughed. "Not really! We can do that later!" I moved slightly up Jenn's body so that my penis would press firmly against the front of her vagina. I felt her body stiffen as my tumescent probe rubbed her G-spot. "Oh! I really like that! Unnh! Don't stop!" she murmured. I could easily tell when I touched Jenn's spot by her verbal and physical responses, so I slowly moved in and out and from side to side, never going far away from it. I reached my right hand over her body and I gently caressed her breasts, paying particular attention to her rigid nipples. I could tell she was slowly getting more and more excited, and I took my time. I was in no hurry. I didn't want to be too rough and bruise Jenn's pussy. When she had ridden me, she had bounced fairly hard a couple of times. I knew she might be sore in the morning, and I didn't want her too uncomfortable in case she was going to continue our intimacy. If this turned out to be the only night we had sex, I wanted her to remember it for a long, long time. And I wanted it to be better than what she ever received from her old boyfriend, assuming he was still in the picture. I wanted her to remember that I'd made love to her, not merely fucked her. Even though Jenn was dripping juices, after about a half-hour of gently caressing Jenn's G-spot with my penis, it was starting to get sore from all of the rubbing in the same area on the sensitive skin on the bottom of my crown. I was wondering how much longer I could continue, but she solved the problem for me. "Don, I can't take this any more! I'm going crazy again! Do something!" "Reach down and rub your clit, Jenn. I'll match your movements until you climax." Jenn did exactly that. She rubbed several times quickly, then stopped, then several times quickly again. She began to rub herself faster and faster, and I had to work hard to keep up with her. "Oh God! I'm so close! I can't believe I'm not . . . Oh! Oh! EEEEE!" Her climax arrived with an abruptness that caught us both by surprise. She clamped her legs so tightly together than I could barely move my penis inside her. Her body trembled and Jenn's vagina squeezed my penis once again. I ejaculated and immediately began to soften. I caressed her breasts as her climax came down from its peak. I was still awake when she fell asleep with my flaccid penis barely inside her body. I fell asleep still rubbing her breasts. FRIDAY: EXPLANATION, EXPLORATION, AND EXHIBITIONISM Jenn woke me when she got up to go to the bathroom. She pulled off the negligee top and laid it over a chair. The sight of her naked back brought me to full wakefulness. I followed her in and kissed her as she sat on the toilet. That was a mistake! We both had truly disgusting morning breath. Apparently sex juices had fermented into something rancid in our mouths. Jenn found an unused toothbrush, and after we thoroughly brushed our teeth, tongues, and the insides of our mouths, we kissed again. Even with the taste of toothpaste it was a romantic kiss. But the stench of old sweat and the sour stink of stale sex coming from our crotches soon discouraged us. Jenn waited while I urinated, then we shared a long, loving shower. I knew I would enjoy scrubbing her body, but her attitude toward mine was not what I had anticipated, even after our night of sex. When we had showered at the cabin, Jenn had been affectionate. But now her fondness for every part of my body overwhelmed me. I was allowed to use her razor to shave myself, but other than that my body was her personal domain. I doubt I've ever been cleaned so thoroughly, or so lovingly. Jenn's attitude was also playful. She was humming a little tune to herself as she carefully cleaned my penis and balls, and my penis was so stiff it was throbbing. Still humming she turned me around, poked a finger into my ass, and rubbed my prostate. The sudden pressure in my balls made me weak in the knees. "Ye Gods! Are you trying to kill me?" I was right at the edge of ejaculation and she knew it. Jenn removed her finger, turned me around, and kissed me. "Just checking!" "Checking what?" Jenn's smile was wicked. "That you didn't hold anything back last night!" "I'm surprised I can still get hard! You completely drained me last night!" "That was last night. I hope you've been busy making more, cuz I'm going to want some a little later!" Any concerns I felt that this might be a one-night fuck were completely demolished. Jenn did her best to cook breakfast, although with my hands cupping her 34B's and with my bulging meat pressing against her behind, she had a lot of trouble concentrating. Everything was cold before we were done, which wasn't surprising. We fed each other, and we paused to kiss after every mouthful. We loaded the dishwasher, then kissed and cuddled on the vinyl bench in the kitchenette. Jenn didn't seem to be in any hurry to talk, but I had a lot of questions. "I can't believe we made love last night and now we're sitting here like this," I said. "I mean, the way you kissed me when you came back - I thought you weren't going to have anything to do with me!" Jenn giggled. "I wanted to wear that negligee, and I wanted it to be a surprise! I was afraid to really kiss you cuz you would have known I wanted to make love to you!" "I thought you were acting so chilly toward me because you had decided . . . " "That I was in love with Bobby? My old boyfriend?" "Well . . . yeah. More importantly that you weren't interested in me." Jenn grinned. "Well, I fooled you, didn't I? I was so excited about seeing you that I used Donnie as soon as Dianne was asleep!" After a long kiss I asked, "How did things go with - what's his name? Bobby?" Jenn moved onto my lap so that she was sitting facing me with her legs apart. Thinking about her fucking her old boyfriend took most of the starch out of my penis, and she fondled my genitals with both hands. "You mean, did I fuck him? Yes I did. Several times." Jenn continued to caress my penis and balls, but I wasn't getting erect. "I'm sorry it hurts you. But I had to see if what I once felt for him was real or not. After that trip to the cabin with you, I . . . I didn't know how else to decide." "I understand, Jenn, but just thinking about it hits me like a blow to the gut." Jenn kissed me. "Were you a monk while I was gone?" "No, you basically told me to get laid, and I did." "More than once?" "Yes." "More than one woman?" "No." Jenn was silent for several seconds. "I think I know how you feel. Just thinking about you making love to a woman I don't even know - well, it hurts." I hoped she never learned that she DID know the woman! "But that's what we did and we can't change that." Jenn's hands were still busy, although without any real success. "What we did last night. Well, that was so incredibly wonderful! I really feel that I became a woman for the first time. I didn't hold anything back, and I just let my feelings for you overwhelm me. And feeling your seed as it splashed out of you! I never expected that!" "But I though he - Bobby - had almost gotten you pregnant." "We only had sex twice after highschool. Both times were so quick I don't remember much - except the pain." "But while you were away? Didn't you . . .?" "I was going to make him wear a condom, but I didn't have to tell him because he wore one anyway. So I never felt it from him. Only from you. Last night. And maybe if I can get you hard, in a little while!" I was just starting to become erect. "Hah! Telling you that I like fucking you makes you hard! Or maybe it's telling you that I didn't do something with Bobby! Okay, I'll tell you the whole thing." "Jenn, you don't have to. I'll get over . . . whatever I'm feeling right now." "No, I'm going to tell you. I'm not going to keep secrets from you. I'm in love with you!" Our kiss lasted a lot longer, and Jenn's finger actions finally worked. She carefully moved forward on my lap, lifted up, and wiggled until the first couple of inches of my penis entered her. "Oh, that's nice!" she said. "I can't describe how it feels as Merlin slowly spreads me open like that!" Jenn kissed me again. "Do you?" she asked. "Do I what?" "You know what I mean! DO YOU?" "Of COURSE I want to fuck you, Jenn!" Jenn started to say something, and I added, "Because I love you!" and Jenn exploded into giggling. We kissed a lot, and I was distracted by Jenn's vagina squeezing the end of my penis, but she talked me through the story of her sex with Bobby. At least he rented a room in a hotel, so they didn't have sex in the back seat of a car. But that was about the only thing he did right. Apparently his foreplay consisted of getting naked, then pulling Jenn's clothes off her as fast as he could. "As soon as I was naked, he put a condom on. Then he smeared something greasy all over it. Good thing, too, since I wasn't wet at all! He climbed on top of me and just pushed until he was all the way in. It hurt when he hit things inside me. He went in and out for a couple of minutes and then he groaned and pulled out of me. He lay back on the bed, and I watched his penis go soft. He pulled the condom off and tossed it onto the floor. Then he pulled me on top of him and he fell asleep. "He woke up after about a half-hour, and we got dressed. He took me back to my folks' house. When he kissed me goodnight, he told me how good I was in bed. That was the second night I was home. I was in my own bed before midnight. I had to use Donnie to get to sleep. "He fucked me four more times while I was home. One night we slept together until dawn, and he fucked me twice. He tried to talk me into doing it without a condom, but I wouldn't let him. He nibbled on my nipples until they hurt, but he wouldn't put his mouth lower on me than my breasts. I started moving down his stomach to give him a blowjob, and he told me that I was acting like a slut. That I was being gross and depraved. "If you hadn't taken me to the cabin, I might have accepted everything he did and been happy. But not after what you and I did together! Bobby's an ignorant, selfish pig. I tried to teach him how to be a better lover, but he wasn't interested. All he cares about is getting himself off. Listening to him grunt and groan as he used me as a fuck- object killed any lingering feelings I ever had for him. "I refused to go out with him the last five nights I was home, and he called me - what were his exact words? I remember! 'An ungrateful cunt.' I'm not sure what he thought I was supposed to be grateful for! "So I used Donnie every night and thought about you and hoped you were sitting alone in your room thinking about me. Then I decided to surprise you with the negligee - and here we are!" Jenn wiggled delightfully against my stiff sausage. "And where are we, exactly?" I asked. "Why, sitting naked with our bodies joined together after a night of passion, talking about love!" "Aren't you going to ask me what I did while you were gone?" "No, I think I'm better off not knowing. Let's face it. You know how to make love, and if you were doing it with someone else, she enjoyed it - and so did you! And it wasn't your fault! I told you to fuck somebody else! I just had no idea that Bobby would be so incredibly BAD in the sack!" "I think I need to help you erase that memory. I believe I know a way to do just that!" I stood up and Jenn slipped down until our bodies really connected. She locked her ankles around my waist. I carried her back to the bedroom that way, and we made love with considerable alacrity. When we finished, Jenn locked her ankles around me again, holding me firmly inside her. "Ooooh! I LOVE how it feels when you're inside me! I don't want it to ever end!" I finally softened, and with a sigh of regret, Jenn released me. "You don't get off that easily, buster!" she announced, and once again I used my mouth to bring her to several more orgasms while she sucked and licked on my useless, limp penis. She spun around on top of me, and once again we shared the intimate tastes of our mating. "So where do we go from here?" I asked. "I know we're in love, but it's a little sudden to really make plans, isn't it? How are we going to play this? Should I bring some of my stuff over here so that we can spend more time together?" Jenn hugged me. "Don't bother bringing any clothes! I like you like this!" "Be serious! We need to decide some things! What do you want?" "I want to make love to you every night and wake up in your arms! Can't you just move in?" "Maybe not all of my stuff, 'cause we'll have to move everything back to the dorm in the fall. Screw the dorm! I'll start looking for an apartment for us. Once I find one we can just forfeit our room deposits. Or am I moving too fast? After all, last week we were both in bed with other people." "Bobby's completely behind me. I'll be faithful to you. Can you do the same?" "Jenn, I wouldn't have it any other way. And I'll make love to you so much that you won't have the time - or the energy - to have sex with anybody else!" "It's a deal. But that's pretty strong talk from a guy whose mast is only at - well, half-mast!" "Give me some rest and a little time to recover and I'll show you a mast!" We laughed and talked and cuddled until it was time for lunch. Even though I was still tired, eating with a naked lover does wondrous things for the libido, and my mast was indeed upright by the time Jenn had fed me the last piece of sandwich. But it quickly began to sag. I proposed that we nap in order to regain our full strength so that we could really make love later. She had another idea. "It's really nice out there today. Why don't we go down to the pool? Maybe meet a few of my neighbors? And rest in the sun?" "I wouldn't mind resting down there, Jenn, but I didn't bring a suit." Jenn grinned at me. "I have another surprise! You bought me that sexy, black negligee. Well, after you left yesterday, I went out and bought you something. I can't wait to see you in it!" She laughed and giggled as she ran to the sofa, reached behind it, and pulled out a small box. She handed it me. "Dare you!" I pulled off the wrapping and opened the box. Inside was a skimpy black men's bathing suit made of some thin, stretchy material. "I get to put it on you!" Jenn proclaimed. It was fortunate that I'd had so much sex. As a result my fatigue overpowered the erotic stimulation Jenn provided, and I didn't become fully erect. If I had, my penis would have poked out of the suit. The suit was just so small! It was essentially a pouch for my genitals, and just enough material to hold it in place. Except for the manly pouch, it could have been a woman's thong. Jenn had to tuck my pubic hair inside the pouch, and she giggled as she did so. "I can't wait to see this when it's wet! It doesn't hide much of anything now!" Jenn told me to wait, and she ran back to her bedroom. She came back and handed me a matching string bikini. "I bought a set! Now you can dress me! I'll wear mine in public if you'll wear yours!" Jenn's pubic hair was easier to tuck inside the tiny thong bottom. "You've trimmed your pussy! I thought it looked a little different!" "Only so I could wear this! Just along the sides. I know how you like it thick!" Jenn's B-cup breasts were firm and perky which was just as well. The top barely covered her areolae, and the strings that held them in place provided almost no support. I could see her nipples poking against the material. "What possessed you to buy these skimpy suits, Jenn? We'll be arrested if we walk around like this!" Jenn grinned. "I thought it would be fun to wear them in here, in the room, and parade around in front of each other. Wouldn't our guests be surprised? But now that I've seen what people wear around the pool down there, we'll be fine!" Neither of us had taken the time to sunbathe this summer, but the faint remnants of old tans were still faintly visible. Pale white skin which had never seen the light of the sun surrounded our new suits, making them look even smaller. On Jenn the effect was to emphasize her near nudity. Judging from her giggles the effect on me was the same. I helped Jenn pack a bag with some things to take to the pool. She wore a terrycloth robe, but all I had was one of her beach towels around my shoulders. I felt naked as we walked past fully-dressed people on our way outside. About two-thirds of the sunbathers were men, and they were prowling for pussy. The unattached women had the continual attention of several men, and I thought it would be interesting to see which women left with which men. All but two of the women were topless, and that certainly made watching them more fun. Jenn and I spread out our towels. She poked me in the ribs when she saw me watching a buxom brunette smear lotion on her bare breasts, making her nipples stiff in the process. "Down, boy! In case those half-naked honeys don't see we're wearing matching suits, we're going to grease each other up. And I'm going topless right now!" With her back arched, she reached back and undid her top, then dropped it. Jenn's untanned breasts and dark nipples made her average-sized boobs sexier than any others on display. I could hear some of the guys whistling and talking about how she looked. She blushed, but she kept her shoulders back and proudly displayed her hard-nippled mammaries. I couldn't believe how much Jenn had changed. Three weeks before she had been reluctant to be seen by a stranger while she was braless in a T-shirt, but now she was putting her bare breasts on public display. I had unleashed an exhibitionist monster! I might have been worried had I thought through what this change in her behavior implied, but I was completely blinded by her eagerness to make love to me, particularly after she exposed herself in public. Jenn squirted some suntan lotion into her hands, and she began rubbing it on me. "C'mon, Don!" she whispered. "We'll do each other so that everybody knows we're a couple." She leaned down and began to rub lotion all around the pale skin surrounding my new bathing suit. Her motions silently announced, "This belongs to me!" I loved it. I returned the favor, and I even tucked some of Jenn's errant pubic hair back under the top of her tiny bottom. She gave me an open-mouthed kiss, and I could see the raw desire on her face. She leaned her back against my chest, and I reached around her with both of my hands to cup her breasts as I smeared lotion on them. If anybody didn't already realize that she and I were sexually involved, her hip movements, back and forth across the erection which was barely contained in my suit, certainly left no doubt. Because I was there, the prowling wolves left Jenn alone, but they kept looking at her. So did I. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, with her legs comfortably apart. Her pussy was clearly delineated by an obvious crease in her suit. Three weeks earlier she had been a rookie exhibitionist. Now she was a master. There was an audible sigh from the wolf pack when Jenn rolled onto her stomach. My erection had finally subsided, and I was just getting comfortable, when she said. "That's enough sun, don't you think? Let's hit the pool before we go back up to my apartment." Before I could react, Jenn stood up, stretched seductively, then walked confidently to the pool and dived in. She was still topless. She had three guys around her before I dived in and pulled her against me. She wrapped her legs around my waist as we kissed. Her hard nipples tickled my chest as we moved in the water. I whispered in her ear, "Which one do you want? I think you could point to any man here and say, 'Let's fuck!' and he'd follow you to your apartment!" "That's you! It was fun turning them all on, but now I want you. I NEED you! Let's go NOW!" she whispered back. "Jenn, I'm almost poking out of my suit! How can I . . .?" Jenn pouted at me. "Well, if you can't go up to my apartment and take care of me, maybe one of the other guys . . .?" She pulled away from me with a giggle and climbed out of the pool. I followed her. My erection pushed so hard on my suit that my hairy scrotum showed along the sides. I climbed out of the pool to the amused laughter and comments of both men and women. Jenn put her top on, but didn't fasten it. We grabbed our stuff, including her robe, and hurried back to the apartment. Once inside we dropped everything and stripped off our bathing suits. We took the time to spread the towels out to protect the rug, then Jenn pulled me down on top of her. The wet suntan lotion made our skin slippery, and it was unbelievably sexy to caress each other and to be caressed. We needed no further foreplay. Exposing herself in public had heated her libido to the boiling point, and Jenn was wet and ready. I slid completely into her with one long, slippery thrust. She matched my hip thrusts, and the wet sounds of our genitals smashing together filled the room. In less than a minute I felt her vagina beginning to vibrate around my penis, and we both screamed as we climaxed together. I lay on top of her, still coupled as only lovers can be, leaning on my elbows so that she could breathe, and kissed her lips. Her vagina was still trembling. Her face positively glowed with the aftereffects of her powerful orgasm. "Wow!" she said. Kiss. "Double Wow! I thought you were going to mount me in the pool!" Kiss. "You were right!" Kiss. "About it being fun . . . " Kiss. "To show my body . . . " Kiss. "And turn guys on." Kiss. "I could see them getting hard . . ." Kiss. "Just from looking at my bare breasts." Kiss. "And it made my . . . " Kiss. "Nipples got hard." Kiss. "And then I could feel . . . " Kiss. "My pussy starting to . . . " Kiss. "Get wet and push . . . " Kiss. "Against the cloth." Kiss. "When my clittie . . . " Kiss. "Came out, I couldn't . . . " Kiss. "Help myself." Kiss. "You know, we never . . . " Kiss. "Did meet any of . . . " Kiss. "Your new neighbors!" Kiss. "Next time! No more talking! Just kiss me!" We took a shower together and washed off the remains of the suntan lotion. Jenn still had a meal card, so we went back to the dorm to eat. As soon as we sat down, Dianne saw us and brought her tray over to join us. *This story continues in "A Bargain Ch.6: Satisfaction - Public Lust and Love."*

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Title: Part 4 - Aftermath by starbtle Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, Fantasy, Incest, M/F, Oral Recap - Our little dragoness is growing up! She and her friend Gwen, the faun, have just discovered mating. Though it is about to become very embarrassing when their parents find out and Anna looks like a human for a while. Things are going to get interesting... \~ Also for note: In terms of species, Fauns and Satyrs are the same creature. Their upper body to the waist is that of a human and the lower half is that of a goat like creature. I know most of them in mythology are male; usually counterparts to Nymphs, but for my story there are female fauns as well. Thank you very much, and I'm sorry if you were confused or upset about this. It's my story and I can tell it how I want. \*Stops being childish and gets on with part 4 \~ When I awoke, my father was looking down at me. I tried to sit up, but he nuzzled my shoulder making me lay back again. Moving my head a little, I could see I was in the clearing near his cave, and Gwen and her parents were there as well. "It's only to be expected I guess, they are with each other so much. They are too young to know it's wrong." Mrs. Faun's voice sounded very calm, and I could see her move over to Gwen and place a hand on her shoulder. "That may be true for the Anna, but I had the talk with Gwen." "The talk about boys and girls, you didn't say anything about girls." "Well I didn't think it would be an issue." Mr. Faun crossed his arms and moved over to my father's side. "Any idea why she turned into a human?" "She didn't turn into a human, see she still has her wings. It's old dragon Magick to be able to take the shape of another creature. Hers happens to be a human, probably from spending so much time with Gwen. My great uncle could become an aardvark at will. I, my self, never learned the skill. I trained more for practical magic like fire breath, enchantments to protect my family... and I had a great performance charm for my mating dance when I met Anna's mother. Her uncle Seth can become a human, a pure human mind you. He's flawless, can fool even the most shrewd dragon hunter, as long as he's not transforming in front of them." The fauns nodded, and both looked at me. Gwen came over crying and gave me a hug. "I'm sorry Anna, this is all my fault. If I hadn't said anything to you we could still have been having a good time playing and not..." she broke off crying. "I'm sorry to caused you so much pain over my part. If you don't want to be my friend anymore I understand." "Pain?" my father asked, looking at Gwen. Then he moved his muzzle down and looked at me. "What kind of pain?" I wasn't sure if he meant emotional or what I had felt when I transformed, so I went with the latter. "My whole body hurt, like it was being torn apart. Like when my brothers used to play rough and their bites were too hard. Only it was a deeper pain, going all the way inside of me to the core, and every where at once except my wings." My father nodded. "Probably because you are not used to the magick yet. Well, I think both you and Gwen could use some rest after your adventure today. I am not going to scold you; you were doing what came natural. If Mr. or Mrs. Faun scolds Gwen it's up to them, but for my part, I don't believe either of you did anything wrong and should still be allowed to play together, though near to home, at least for now." Gwen gave me a hug goodbye, and went off with her parents. I could tell Mr. Faun was not happy at all. I looked up at my father, sitting up again. This time he let me up, watching me. "Are you sure your alright dear?" "Yes father. I'm sorry if I did anything wrong..." "Honey you did nothing wrong," he leaned down and nuzzled my shoulder, his scales were rough and it made my shoulder tingle. "You were just acting natural. It's clear you and Gwen have feelings for echoer, and you are growing up fast. I hadn't thought I needed to explain mating to you yet. Yes, two girls can mate too," he added seeing the look on my face. "Father, why did I transform like this?" "It was probably from the excitement of what you and Gwen were doing. I'm sure it will either wear off, or you will learn to change back. Come now, even in human form it's time for your evening bath." I sighed a little, there was nothing more embarrassing as your father giving you a bath every night. You'd expect it from a mother but... well I didn't have a mother so I guess he was making due. I blushed a little, having a bath in human form would be weird. My father's tongue cleaning me... "Are you sure that's a good idea right now father, since I'm in human form? Human skin is more sensitive, I could tell just from when you nuzzled me..." "The it will teach you a lesson about transforming before bath time." "What if I..." I didn't want to say it. "What if you what?" "Like it too much?" "Then hopefully you'll transform back into a human." H laughed, picking me up gently my wings in his mouth as he did every evening, he brought me over to the waterfall that covered our cave's entrance, placing me under it. At once my skin felt alive, crawling with the touch of the cold water. I looked up at my wings, the same silver and transparent pattern ran though the membranes connected to the strong silver covered bone structure. I tried moving them, and figured I could probably fly in this form if I wasn't sitting in a waterfall. "Now Anna, if you want me to skip the bath tonight I will. I don't want you to think I'm a taking advantage of you or anything... you remind me so much of your mother it's not funny. Especially in that form. "She was only half dragon, I never found out what the other half was. She had the most beautiful human form, very similar to yours. You'll probably be her clone when you are older, if you can hide your wings. "Now, I know my giving you a bath is going to... stimulate you, which could in fact change you back, and I know you will enjoy it. Though, I also relies that you will feel weird and maybe uncomfortable about the prospect of your father ... making you feel like that, so I'm leaving the choice to you." "Well... " I blinked a little, the water was getting in my eyes. I had never thought about things like that before, especially with my father. I shook my head a little. "I know I disappointed you today, and you always give me a bath. My form shouldn't make a difference right?" "I've never been disappointed in you, ever." He nuzzled me gently, a slight purr coming from his throat. "I just want to be sure your ok with your father cleaning you in this 'sensitive' form." I watched him a moment, seeing the concern in his eyes. "It's alright father, I love you. I know you would never hurt me." He smiled, and lifting me out of the waterfall, he placed me on the smooth, cold surface of a stone tablet, which he cleaned me on every night. He nuzzled me gently, having me turn onto my stomach. I could feel all the places I had explored on Gwen against the cold surface spring to life in myself. I could feel my father starting with my wings, cleaning them, gently caressing them with his tongue. Moving to my shoulders and back. His tongue made me shiver a little, setting my skin on fire with a sensation even stronger that what I had felt when playing with Gwen earlier. The rough surface of the dragon's tongue traced the small of my back, and then up my sides to my arms and back down again, he didn't miss a spot. I rolled over again, looking up at father as I was propped on my elbows. "You still ok honey?" "Yes father, it feels incredible." He smiled and pressed his muzzle gently against my chest making me lay back on the stone, my wings spread beneath me. His tongue gently started with my face, tracing even over my closed eyelids as I shivered with excitement. I could feel his warm breath in my face as she worked, and moved down along my neck and to my chest. He spent time working on my breasts and playing with the little points. "Father, what are those called, those little points on the breasts?" "They are called nipples. When a female gives birth, well a mother who gives live birth not lays an egg, has a child they produce a place to have access to milk, which is stored inside the mother's body. Being a dragon you'll lay eggs, so they are kind of a decoration in this form I would say. A place of excitement when being stimulated." He laughed, working his tongue over them again and moving down to my stomach. His tongue's rough surface making my skin crawl in anticipation for where it would lead to next. He moved down my stomach to my thighs, teasingly moving over my slit with the touch of a butterfly's genital wings and he cleaned my thighs and legs. At this point, I realized that I was far beyond just a bath anymore. "No this part here," he said placing his tongue along my slit again. "Is the opening to your vagina, which come like to call a pussy or a cunt. Inside is a membrane that all girls are born with, and when they mate the first time breaks, until that point they are a virgin. This is what Mr. Faun was upset about, because you broke Gwen's. When she dose take a make to have children latter, or for any other reason, she may be looked down upon because she doesn't have this any more. Also, there is the clitoris, or clit." "I already know about that, I found Gwen's." He laughed and continued with his lesson. "Alright, well when a male inserts his penis into a girl's vagina during mating or what some species call sex, he secretes a liquid from the tip of it. That contains sperm, which is what fertilizes the eggs in a female causing her to become pregnant and become a mother. In dragons she will lay eggs, other creature a live baby will come out from inside of her." He moved he snout between my legs, his tongue snaking along the folds of my slit. "Do you understand a little better now honey?" "Yes father, well I think so..." "Let me guess, the whole male part is confusing you? If that's it, it can wait for another night. I have one more thing to show you before we finish for tonight. It's called a climax or orgasms." As he said it, he used his muzzle to spread my legs wide around he face, slipping his tongue into my slit, just until it reached the little barrio in me, so as not to break it while he moved his tongue inside of me. The tip buried deep inside, his upper jaw rubbing against my clit. God, I know how Gwen had felt earlier. I could feel something build up inside of me, welling up. I tired to hold it back; it felt like my body would explode if I let it go. It did explode a few seconds later. My father gently finished lapping up the juices that had come from inside of me. He kissed brought me to my bed, laying me down to sleep, and giving me a kiss goodnight he moved off to go bath himself under the waterfall. My eyes closed them selves and I shifted in my warm nest. I wondered at the long sheath that was under my father as he walked away, I had never seen it before. I had to remember to ask him about it later... my thoughts drifted away as sleep overtook me. To be continued in part 5...

FSE

Title: 8 Knock Knock Tags: brother, sister, incest, taboo, group, group sex "Val, this is my girlfriend Linda. Linda, my sister Val." With their lips locked in a lazy, sultry kiss, I couldn't tell if they snorted a chuckle or moaned in building passion. Then Linda gave my nearly-erect cock a sharp flick with her finger for being a smartass. Of course they had already met each other. This occasion marked the first time without any clothing. I ran my palms down their smooth, nude bodies, stroking in one motion from shoulders to cup firm buttocks. Lying between two lithesome beauties kissing each other across my chest on a king-sized bed. Life am good. I inhaled the fragrances coming from the strawberry-blonde curls and the straight jet-black hair bobbing under my chin. My hands continued roam, caressing with fingertips up their sides to slip under their armpits to bounce perky breasts. I felt chuckling approval resonate in my chest as well as my ears. Slim fingers found my strengthening cock, making a game of who clutched it. And then a triple warble yanked my eyes open. The women stopped. "What was that?" The three chirpy rings came again. I sighed. "Someone wants in at the front door of the apartment. Ignore it." Triple warble-chirp. Triple warble-chirp. Triple warble-chirp. "Fargin' icehole damnit." I clambered like a crippled crab on my butt, heels and hands from between Linda and Val. I reached the end of the bed and my feet hit the floor, sending a sharp bounce in my cock. Ow. "You two don't wait for me, but please...wait for me." "No promises." Feminine giggles followed me as I stomped up the hall. I pressed on the intercom button. "What??" "Um...I may have the wrong apartment. I'm looking for Zach in 305?" The miserable speaker system identified the speaker as male, but otherwise the squeaky, garbled voice meant nothing to me. "You've got him. Who's this?" "It's Kelvin. Can I come up?" Oh, cartwheeling christ! My brother-in-law. Also known as Val's husband. I yanked my hand away from the button as if it glowed white hot. Adrenalin booted me straight in the heart. I looked down the hall at the undulating curves of Val as she gained the upper hand and bent over Linda's slinky body like a cat. Val, also known as my sister. Booted me in the heart? Panic and adrenalin fucking attacked my heart. "Now? At this hour?" No reply. No static. I remembered to press the button and repeated myself. "Zach, it's only 9:00. It's kind of an emergency." I hissed between my teeth and tried to think of a scheme. Hiding Val under the bed. Getting Val dressed in my clothes and pretending she was our brother Harry. Throwing myself off the balcony and limping to Mexico. Think! Simply not letting Kelvin up to apartment would require a load of awkward excuses and apologies later, but it ranked as the least stupid plan on the list. "The thing is, Kelvin..." A conversational bustle came up through the intercom as people entered the security entrance. "Who are you waiting for?" "My brother-in-law, Zach McAllister. In #305. I think I woke him up. He's not very coherent." "Oh, we know Zach. You must be...Kevin?" "Kelvin." "Sorry. Sure, come on in." No excuse or wild story would explain screaming "NO!" into the intercom. I half-ran and then slid back to my bedroom. Linda and Val broke off their nuzzling and looked wide-eyed at my one-man stampede. I grabbed sweat pants and a shirt as a I babbled. "Kelvin is on his way up."
 Val gave a hypersonic squeak. "Kelvin? He's not due until tomorrow with my family." Her face went slack with horror. "Did I forget to calculate the international date line again?" "Be quiet. Be extremely quiet. Maybe get dressed if it doesn't make noise." I closed the door and hopped back up the hall, nearly killing myself trying to put on sweatpants and move. I reached the entry struggling with my t-shirt. I could hear the elevator rumbling to a stop through the wall. I realized I had my shirt on backwards, but didn't have time to sort it. I opened the door with Kelvin only a step away from knocking. "Evening, sir!" I waved him in, trying to smother my gurgling panic with hearty good fellowship. "I bid you enter and be welcome!" Kelvin did not rise to the inane banter. His swarthy, lean features didn't naturally lend themselves to a jovial air, but today his dark eyebrows collided in a frown and his jawline worked with clenched teeth. The boy weren't happy. My adrenalin soup stayed at a seething boil. This was it. He knew I was fucking his wife. I'm doomed. Well, I didn't feel in literal, physical danger, unless Kelvin pulled a gun or machete. As he strode by me into the apartment, his slender, wiry build made me feel like a Great Dane next to a Greyhound. No, my dread came from imagining Val's marriage shattered and wider, wilder shockwaves emanating from that. The "living room" by the blueprint layout of this apartment is in actuality my studio and, when needed, a client meeting area. The setting sunlight filled the space and made it quite sophisticated, if I do say so myself. I all but pushed Kelvin into the space, so bedroom doors would not enter into his line of sight, even if they were closed. "Sit, sit." I gestured to one of my brown overstuffed chairs. "Water? Juice? I've got a bunch of flavours. Coffee? Though I'm told my skill in making coffee sucks." Kelvin waved away all my offers. He turned and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Zach, have you seen any of my family?" His face contorted in a mix of bug-eyed confusion and worry. "Family?" I looked around my apartment as if they lurked behind the drapes and chairs. "They're here?" "They were!" He let go of me and did a pace around the studio to the big balcony door. He pulled the drapes aside to look down at the alleyway three storeys down. He turned back to me. "My parents, sister and I landed an hour ago. No Val. We caught a cab to our house. No Val. The house was dark and no note." He waved his hands as if to grab answers from the air. "We decided to come here, figuring to surprise you both. I got our car out of the garage, but we really should've cabbed it again. I couldn't find a parking space, so I let Mom and Dad out near the entrance. Jessie stayed with me while I circled the block. Twice." Kelvin flung himself into a chair, then jumped back out and paced a lap through the kitchen and back. "The second circuit of the block, Mom and Dad were no longer visible. And they're not here? Val's not here? Jessie's not here?" I perched my butt on to my drafting chair-stool, feeling dizzy with the frantic storytelling. "I thought you said Jessie stayed with you?" "On that second circuit, she jumped out to have a looksee where the parents had gotten to. I heard her squeal the name 'Cindy', I think. Never heard her happier. I finally found a spot two blocks away and arrived here to discover I'm an orphan and widower." The puzzle eroded some of my panic. "Cindy? The likely guess is that Jessie saw Cindy Costes coming into the building." "Cindy Costes? The supermodel?" Kelvin's eyebrows shot up. "She lives...here?" "Hey, it ain't a slum, y'know." I huffed. "But, no, Cindy is best of buddies with Marita, who does live here. Marita mentioned Cindy's stopping here before they both jet off to some photoshoot." "And who's Marita?" "A gorgeous caramel-skinned woman whose working name I'm not at liberty to say. She could be a supermodel as well, but doesn't want the celebrity hassle of it all. She only works part time, so to speak." Kelvin shook his head, blinking his eyes. "Okay, back to the situation, I can see Jessie losing her mind at seeing a fashion celebrity like Cindy Costes. She might of somehow sweet-talked and whined her way inside. She's a celebrity junkie, but my sister is also as gay as they come. Without a doubt, she lusts after a gorgeous babe like Cindy Costes as much as you and I do." I couldn't help wondering what Kelvin would say if he knew the last time Cindy rolled through town, she sat naked on this very chair-stool while I drew a cartoon monkey on her tit. The left one, if I recalled correctly. I yanked my mind back to the room. "I don't know what to offer about your folks." I scratched my nose. "Wandering off into a strange city is curious." "Well, not so strange. Back before he met Mom, Dad finished off his Masters Degree at the university here. He kept a running commentary in the car about what had changed and what hadn't." "Okay. Maybe he knows the area. Maybe they went for a wee tour around the old neighbourhood." I waved in the general direction of the city beyond the closed curtains. "It's a nice evening." Kelvin visibly relaxed as some of the blanks filled in, at least temporarily. He sighed and frowned. "But where is Val? A no-show at the airport. Not at the house. Not here." He started to clench up again. "It's a new city for her. She could be lost. In the hospital. I'm calling the police." He pulled out his phone. I opened my mouth, fumbling for any rational protest. "Kelvin! Stop! Don't you dare call the cops!" I snapped my heard around as Val's voice, and then Val, roared into the studio area. Black vertigo spun my brain as the lid erupted off my life. Linda came up behind me. Her hands gripped my shoulders and I gripped her hands. I watched like someone helplessly witnessing a train collision. "Val?" Kelvin's eyes bugged as Val snatched his phone from his hand. His head bounced up and down at the sight of his wife standing in front of him buck naked. My sister's delectable gymnast's body shone when the soft lighting caught it the right sleek curve. Women sometimes really did "glow" instead of "sweat". The way her nipples strained erect on her cute little boobs explained how she came to be perspiring. "You couldn't get dressed first?" I murmured to Linda from the corner of my mouth, noting my girlfriend likewise sported nothing but lovely golden skin. "It was a choice between finding clothes or eavesdropping." Linda wrapped her arms across my shoulders crossing over my collarbones. She shrugged, her nipple tickling my left ear. "Eavesdropping won." "Why are you naked in Zach's apartment?" Kelvin's voice rose higher. "And who is that other naked woman?" He tried to haul himself out of the chair, but Val pushed him back into it and climbed into her husband's lap. Her acrobat legs draped over and pinned one arm. Her cute ass squirmed against the denim of his leg. She gripped his head in both hands and stopped his sputtering babble with a deep, passionate kiss. Kelvin resisted at first, but she persisted until he stopped flailing and visible unclenched. I felt like every muscle that relaxed for Kelvin transferred its tension to me. Linda came around to my side, stroking my hair and rubbing my cable-tight neck. Purely on reflex habit, I started caressing her nude body, which always felt nice. I opened my mouth to say something, but Linda reached to pinch my lips shut. "Shhh." Val pulled her mouth back, still gripping Kelvin's head like a melon. She locked eyes with him from centimeters away. "I'm here because I've been fucking Zach. Tonight I was going to fuck him and that long drink of yumminess known as his girlfriend." "What??" Kelvin started to thrash again under his nude captor. Val clenched his head firmer as he tried to look at the other couple. "But, that...what??" "You do recall our special promise of a 'relaxed marriage', don't you?" "Yes, but..." "You've screwed hookers from Hong Kong to Helsinki. You've scored with on-site coworkers from Bangkok to Bolivia. With my blessing. Right?" "Yes, but..." "And then you come skipping across a dozen time zones to the safety of home sweet home." Val's voice rose in pitch as her version of life came steaming up from being bottled deep. "But for me stuck in home sweet home, it took way too much espionage to sneak out, get laid, and get back without the chucklewit following me, or maybe seeing me in the supermarket a week later. I'm not a goddamn sex ninja, appearing and disappearing into the night." Kelvin didn't speak in this pause. He looked at her silently. "So, when this opportunity landed on me, it felt like winning the goddamn lottery. No more settling for jilling off to sexy phone calls. No more waiting weeks for my man to return to for full body sex." She gave his head a little shake. "Do you understand?" Kelvin nodded, or tried to. Val released her grip, moving her hands to his shoulders. "But he's your brother!!" Val snorted and punched Kelvin's shoulder. "Incest is a rule to keep hillbilly halfwits from making genetic failure babies. The only baby I'll ever carry is yours. My brothers..." "Brothers? Both?" "My brothers are a safe, loving, secure way to get fucked until I see fucking stars and make noises only fucking dogs can hear. Having them and you has made me happier than I've been in years." Tears started dribbling down her cheeks. Val leaned in and kissed her husband with more tenderness. This time Kelvin returned the pleasure, pulling his nude wife in close. Val broke away, grinning. She wiped her damp cheeks with swipes of her palms. "Now, buster, you interrupted a particularly fine evening of sex. I'm horny as hell and think you need to make amends." She began tugging his shirt loose of his pants. Kelvin's eyebrows quirked. He looked at me and Linda. "Now? All of us?" Val nodded, which Kelvin couldn't see because she pulled his shirt up over his head at the same time. "Remember your big story of sex with twins in Reykjavik? The one that gets me howling hot every time I hear it? Just think of Linda as my twin sister, except for being taller. With black hair. And being of Japanese ancestry." She scooted to the floor to better attack Kelvin's shoes. Shoes off. Socks gone. Pants pulled off. Linda's hands roamed my torso and crotch, keeping above my clothes, keeping the tease building. Her breathing grew heavy as we watched. With an over-shoulder smirk at us, Val peeled down Kelvin's boxers and pulled him to his feet. Except for the Mediterranean swarthiness, Kelvin looked more like Val's brother than I did. A pair of slim, toned and wiry peas in a pod. His cock stood out like a red hot rapier; long and thin. He blushed under the scrutiny. And then a rapid knocking hit my front door. Our heads snapped around like a herd of startled antelope on the savannah. I stood and adjusted my shirt. "I'm the only one dressed. You three scoot to the bedroom." "You always have the most exciting social gatherings, honey." Linda pecked me on the cheek. "Don't dally." The three stampeded away in a shimmering flurry of flesh, Val and Linda pulling a confused, but eager, Kelvin. Another rapid fire series of knocks drummed the front door. I waited until the bedroom door closed before seeing who the impatient visitor might be. Jessie Esposito nearly rapped my forehead when I opened. She bounced inside. And when I say "bounced", I am not exaggerating. I met Jessie at Val and Kelvin's wedding about six years ago. She'd turned from a skinny rake of a teenager into the spitting image of her mother. Breasts like basketballs and curves that would make any sex symbol of fifty years ago green with envy. The purple streaks in her ear-length walnut brown hair and the two nose rings wiped away any other comparison to vintage pinup girls, though. "Hi Zach!" Jessie spun to a stop in my studio, looking around. "I need a pen! You need a pen, actually." "Uh...hi, Jessie." I smiled at the hyperactive twenty year-old. "Need to make a grocery list?" Jessie grabbed my shirt in two handfuls and looked up at me with wide eyes. "You know Cindy and Marita! And they know you! I am SO fucking jealous." She looked down where my boner tented my sweats and poked her lower stomach. "Nice to see you too, but I'm allergic to those things." She let me go and went over to look at the caddies on my desk. "Can we use one of these pens?" "What are you babbling about?" I took an expensive drafting pen out of her hand and replaced it where it belonged. I plucked out a plain and simple marker. "I saw Cindy outside and followed her inside." Jessie started to unbuckle her belt. "I love Cindy! She almost brushed me off as a loser fangirl when I mentioned I was here with my fam to see you. And that got me in!" Jessie trembling fingers finally managed to get the belt loose and she pried at the buttons of her pants. I trusted an answer would blurt out before too much longer. "Cindy took me up and I met Marita! I love her too! I almost died right there in the hall. I may move in with you." "Why are you stripping, Jessie?" She shoved her pants and panties to her ankles, exposing lovely legs, a tightly trimmed set of dark pubes and a great ass. "Okay, okay. Marita's husband is a smartass. He came up with this bet that if I could get three signatures directly on my ass, Cindy and Marita would do lingerie selfies with me!" A wordless squee noise came out of her as she bent over, presenting a luscious pale full moon to me. "So, sign!" I swallowed. My cock did not fade a moment, despite the claim of Jessie's "allergies". My monkey brain didn't care anything about sexual orientations. My monkey brain only told my cock about the sight and smell of a randy young woman exposing her cunt. I felt hot desire to grab those hips and bounce my groin off that ass for an hour or so. "C'mon, c'mon. The view is not for you." Jessie looked backwards over her shoulder. "Girls only." I took a shuddering breath, feeling my balls getting bluer by the minute. Her tone and demands went from absurd and cute to damned annoying. She had hit the wrong button in my brain and my face scrunched up in dark thought. "No." I gave hooked my thumbs in my waist band and gave my sweats a push. They puddled around my ankles. My penis waved in the air. "My autograph doesn't come for free." "What?" Jessie glanced back and her eyes went wide. "Hey! What the hell?" She started to stand up. I reached and placed a palm on the small of her back, covering some tribal tramp stamp, keeping her bent over. "Here's my offer. 'Zach' has four letters. I get exactly four strokes into that juicy lesbian cunt and you get all four letters of my name on your ass." "Fuck off!" She waddled away, shuffling with her pants around her ankles and stood up. I shrugged, putting the cap back on the pen with an elaborate motion. "All the best of luck with your scavenger hunt. And, sorry, but you'll have to find a pen of your own." I stepped out of my pants. Me and my lesbian sister-in-law (once removed), nude from the waist down. "You're a complete fuckin' bastard." Jessie glared hot magma at me. "Next time I have coffee with Cindy, I'll explain how you chickened out. That even her million dollar body wearing only some wispy lace wasn't enough incentive for you." Jessie's left eye twitched. She gulped, then glared at me. "Four strokes and nothing more?" I raised my hand, crossed my heart and stuck it out. Jessie shook it, her eyes taking on a hard glitter. A definite possibility of dark vengeance waited my future for this deal. She resumed her stance, bent over at the waist, hands on knees. I ran my hands over the sleek white cheeks, caressing and lightly massaging. The aroma coming up from her cunt had the same potency. Keeping skin contact, I moved my right hand to cup her slit, massaging the lips. Nice and wet. "Get on with it." Her words sounded hard, but the tone had a rough breathlessness. Well, caressing hands and fingers were cross-gender. I stepped up, holding her hip with my left hand and lining up my red hot erection in my right. The tip of my penis danced on the fluttering lips. "Has there ever been one of these in you?" "Not for at least three years." I sank in with smooth, slow force. Hot buttery cunt gripped my cock. Hot buttery lesbian twenty-year old cunt gripped my cock. I took hold on those voluptuous hips and pushed my way as deep as I could, my pubic hairs crushed into the mounds of her butt cheeks. My pulse did a thunderclap from the tip of my hard-on to the top of my skull. I pulled out so only the head remained, Jessie's cunt lips clinging to the shaft. "One." I pushed in again with slow motion force, again pulling on her hips so the creamy ass came tight against my pelvis. "Did I just hear a moan?" "No." Jessie's voice cracked, her breathing deeper. "Maybe. I do use dildos." I pulled back. "Two." I ground in deep again, giving my hips a flex to swirl my fat cock in her vagina. "Now, that never made sense to me. Rubber cocks are A-OK, but flesh ones are not? Three." Fuck, this felt good. Physically superb after all the anticipation of sex with Val and Linda, followed by these interruptions. Spiced up mentally with this naughty naughty bargain. I sank in for the last stroke. I kneaded her ass cheeks and pushed, nearly knocking Jessie over. No mistaking a wet sigh escaping her throat. "And four." My heart double thumping, I stepped back. The air felt cool on my soaked cock. I fumbled for the pen. "Whew. Marvellous. I think you need to give bisexuality serious consideration. It's worked wonders for me. And I call first dibs if you want to experiment." "Yeah. Don't hold your breath." Again, the words might have been hard, but they lacked any force. I bent with the pen and 'Zach' decorated her left cheek. "Done. Two more autographs to go, eh?" Jessie stood up, face flushed. In all honesty, I expect much of that came from bending over at the waist for several minutes, not solely my supreme studly fucking. "Why are Kelvin's clothes all over the floor?" Jessie jerked a thumb in the direction she'd been forced to look for the duration of our little transaction. The sweet musk of sex lingering in my studio, making me a little bold and goofy. I shrugged. What the hell. "He's in the bedroom either balls-deep in his wife or my girlfriend. Three possible signatures back there." I gestured with my thumb. Jessie's eyebrows rose and she stepped to look down the hallway. She gnawed her lip and looked back at me. I nodded and made an "after you" gesture with both hands. "Cindy and Marita are waiting..." I singsonged the taunt. Jessie took a huge breath, which expanded her chest and giant tits to excellent effect, and marched down the hall. I followed close behind. She carefully listened, then slowly turned the doorknob. She eased the door open the smallest of cracks. I reached with a cupped right hand and gave her a perfect middle finger goose right between the butt cheeks, grazing her rectum. With a squeal, Jessie tripped-skipped forward straight into the bedroom. Ah, the power of fucking. Despite my raunchy remark to Jessie, I actually reckoned Kelvin, Val and Linda might be waiting and listening for developments. Nope. Kelvin stood at the edge of the bed jackhammering his wife doggy style with her hips white where his fingers gripped and her ass cheeks jiggling like jello with each impact. Val pushed back into him with equal force, but somehow maintained her mouth between Linda's widespread legs, slurping with wild abandon. My girlfriend clutched the sheets and bucked up into the Val like she'd never experienced oral sex. The two of us, bursting in half-naked, didn't make them miss a beat. "Sis!" Kelvin red, sweating face leered in our direction. "Kelvin?" Jessie took a half-step, her hand reaching out as if to touch her brother to verify his reality. "Val?" "Hi Jessie!" Val's voice mumbled wetly, from her job. "OH, gawd, yes hit it harder Kelvin! Harder!" If Kelvin could go any harder, someone risked broken bones. "Don...don't j...j...just stand there like dummies, stick that big thing in...inside that sweet body and get b...busy. Oooh..OH!" Linda stammered out in a building orgasm. I pulled off my shirt, to be ready for opportunities that could arise. "Unfortunately, this sweet body is officially off limits to men." Linda couldn't reply immediately. Her lean body arced in a bow and clutched Val's head. Tremors vibrated her through her muscles and her face clenched tight. Her mouth gaped soundlessly. Then she fell back, gasping. Val's gleaming wet face rose, her triumphant grin turning to an expression of happy agony. Kelvin pulled out, his rapier cock whipping dew everywhere. He flipped Val over and dove back between her eager legs, slamming his rod deep while he plastered rough kisses all over her shiny face. "Well, strip her and let me at her." Linda grinned like a panting wolf. Jessie stood there like a bewildered puppy. She seemed a bold and savvy twenty-year old, but I think she'd entered some pretty wild, new territory. I stood close behind her, my rigid erection probing her left cheek. I collected the hem of her shirt and began to slowly pull, gauging her reaction. She only lifted her arms to allow easier removal of the shirt. I set it aside. She did that female contortion and deftly undid her bra on her own. In a quick skip, Jessie climbed on to the bed into Linda's open arms. I watched with hot envy as my girlfriend tried to touch and lick every part of all that curvaceous flesh, those large tits and down to her pussy. Before Linda could begin to get busy with her tongue, Jessie pulled, pushed and swung her around into a 69. Linda's black hair splashed in high contrast to Jessie's white thighs. Her arms wrapped around each leg and her face disappeared. Jessie lay underneath my writhing serpent of a lover, gripping Linda's tight ass and pulling the snatch I knew so well in close. Val and Kelvin were still fucking with endless energy, lips locked in squealing kisses. Well. I leaned against the wall and tugged on my lonely dick, grunting a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a whimper. My dick didn't seen any humour in the situation at all, but he's single-minded that way. Sometimes I don't mind being a voyeur, but right now I felt more a trespasser than an audience member. With a faint smile and a woebegone sigh, I padded in bare feet down the hall. I figured I had only to wait until the screaming and moaning crescendoed. Then I could slip back in and... "Hello, Zach." Lost in my amused melancholy, I nearly ran into Morgan and Mrs. Esposito, standing half in the entryway, half in my studio. Now I did a turn standing like a baffled dummy. Morgan smiled that bewitching smile of hers, her perfect white teeth shining and her green eyes sparkling. "Your door wasn't locked, darling. It wasn't even shut tight. So we let ourselves in." She reached out and traced a "S" curve on my chest with a perfectly manicured red nail. "I do hope we haven't intruded, but we are in a bit of distress." Behind Morgan, Mrs. Sophia Esposito didn't say anything, but rather blatantly gave my naked body the big eye. Her smile grew until we locked eyes. Then she blushed furiously. But didn't look away as she licked her lips. "Uh...no problem. What can I do for you?" It became apparent to me that only the thickness of a colourful silk kaftan kept these sensuous women from being as naked as myself. Each breath, each gesture, each shifting of stance caused shimmering waves of light over the suggestive curves. Morgan's shapely body made the red and gold pattern dance with every breath. The green and black kaftan Mrs. Esposito wore likewise clung and slyly hid the charms beneath. It could only be a loaner from Morgan, which tripped fuses in my imagination as to what Kelvin's parents might have been doing this last hour or so. Morgan scooped my arm into hers, pulling me with resolve towards my bedroom. "Zach, darling, perhaps a bit of explanation is in order. Fred Esposito and I were quite a steamy item back in our university days. Bumping into him and Sophia in the lobby was the delightful shock of the decade, believe me. Sadly, poor Fred's physical stamina could not match his enthusiasm. We left him snoring in my apartment." She sighed. "In a nutshell, Zach, you are the last hope for two women in urgent need of..." She tapped her lips with a nail. "How to phrase it to avoid ambiguity?" She looked up at me with her green eyes, masked by a veil of eyelashes. "Two horny bitches who urgently need to be fucked by a fat, hard...OH!" Her artistically plucked right eyebrow raised at the glimpse of the flailing nudity visible through my open bedroom door. It's a rare moment to catch Morgan flatfooted like that. I took charge, now leading Morgan and Sophia past the bedroom and into my living area. "Kelvin? Jessie?" Sophia's voice came in a confused whisper as she peeked inside. I saw her face turn red again and she touched her throat. She watched, transfixed, brown eyes wide, her tongue protruding to slowly lick her lips. Her left fingers began to touch her left nipple through the green silk. Morgan reached out to her arm and tugged her into motion. "Perhaps later, dear." I have a couch in my living area big enough for a great galoot like me to stretch out on and sturdy enough to for any sexcapades. Screwing on a couch does require a certain limberness, though. In deference to the age of my guests, I pulled the big cushions on to the floor. "Ah." Morgan smiled crookedly. "This is an evening for mementos from the past." She dialed the lights to a sultry dimness. She turned her face to Sophia as she stepped up to Zach. "It was on just such a pillow arrangement I first made Zach's... acquaintance." Morgan's soft fingers gripped my cock, stroking the length. She lowered her head for a pointed lick of my right nipple. Morgan's expensive fragrance wafted up from her blonde mane. I closed my eyes and savoured the sparks bouncing up and down my body. "Come along, Sophia." Morgan enjoyed a certain "authority" in her sex. She did not give Sophia any option to leave. I cracked open my eyelids to see Val's mother-in-law bite her lower lip. Her eyes darted about like a trapped rabbit. "This marvelous cock needs to be sucked. Strip and get on your knees, Sophia." Sophia's jaw tightened and her eyes locked on mine. I tried a soft smile to appear as friendly and approachable as possible, with only the most fleeting interest in getting a blowjob. In an abrupt "dive into the deep end" move, Sophia whipped the green kaftan over her head, flaring her walnut brown and grey hair into a wild cloud. With a defiant toss of her head, she stepped up and grabbed my cock. "I don't want to suck. I need a fuck." Morgan smirked and chuckled. She peeled her kaftan up and off with a sharp whisper of silk on skin. "I think that could be arranged. Zach, dear, please lie down." With eagerness, I flopped down on the makeshift cushion mattress, the tweed fabric rough against my skin, ready to be an exploited sex toy. I considered myself so much more sophisticated since I entered the wild orbit of Avalon Apartments. For example, after Morgan, some of Morgan's friends, my mother and now Sophia, I had become a connoisseur of older women. Obviously a woman dancing somewhere in reach of fifty years old could not be as taut and sleek as women twenty-five years younger. But so far, every slight sag, every small droop, every merry laugh line on their face equated to a surprising sexual technique they learned in a full life. I hadn't been regretted a mature sex session yet. Sophia Esposito straddled me, feet planted on either side of my prone body. Her lush body showed a woman determined to stand proud next to her bouncy sex ball of a daughter. Exercise, diet, and, in the dim light, any wrinkles and faint surgery scars vanished. I laid there and my teeth clicked in anticipation of sucking the wide nipples on those tremendous tits. Maybe after the first round, slipping a slick cock between them. Breasts suitable for tit-fucking didn't come along often enough. Sophia licked her lips and lowered herself. Unlike the younger girls, she sported a full bush, though trimmed neatly back from jungle status. Morgan knelt beside her, holding my erection pointed upwards to meet the moist lips spreading out as Sophia's legs widened. The lips kissed the tip of my cock, slipping down over the fat head. We both gave fluttering moans. Morgan let go of me to put both hands on Sophia's shoulders. She pushed. "Omigawd!" Sophia's eyes widened and then squeezed shut. "He's so much thicker than Fred!" Locked pelvis to pelvis, pubes tangled with pubes, I sucked in a deep breath. I didn't want to pop off too soon, but it wouldn't be easy to control. If Kelvin inherited his Dad's cock, then that would explain why this middle-aged woman's vagina could clutch me as tightly as her daughter's. I ran palms up and around Sophia's torso, finishing with full palm massage of her breasts, ending with a roll of the extended nipples. Then Morgan knee-walked and swung a leg over to place her carefully groomed blonde-grey pussy over my mouth. A wonderful blend of perfume and arousal rolled down to fill my nostrils. An aroma I knew rather well from previous times Morgan rode my tongue. I began probing and nuzzling the sopping lips and deeper with my nose. Morgan's buttocks quivered on my chest as she braced her palms on the floor to either side of my head. I felt Sophia start to gyrate and move, clenching and shifting. The idea of lasting any good length of time evaporated under the hot motions swizzling his penis. My best hope now would be to have the juice for a second round after she blew my mind out my cock tip. I let my tongue run off the leash into Morgan's tangy vagina, forcing it as far up and in as I could reach, then wiggling it like a thrashing snake. Morgan's manicured nails dug into my scalp, which triggered erotic electricity down my spine to make my erection firm up even more. I growled into the steamy canal covering half my face. A rising warble caught my ears. With my ears muffled by Morgan's thighs, I took a moment to realize that the unfamiliar wail must be Sophia on a rocket to orgasm. The lusty novelty of this unexpected group sex must've really lit her fuses. I shoved my hips up to meet her bouncing gyrations, feeling hot juices splash over my pelvis and balls with each impact. I focused tongue and lips on Morgan's solid bump of a clit. I held her in place with a tight grip on her hot, smooth ass, the buttock muscles vibrating in my fingers. Morgan's nearly musical groans when she climaxes harmonized with the low warbling gasps of Sophia. Two pairs of hands clawed twenty feminine nails into my scalp and torso. Two sets of thighs tried to crush my head and break my pelvis. I tried to keep fucking, despite being pinned, jiggling desperately to join the fireworks festival. Under the weight and muscles of the orgasming women, I could barely move, let alone thrust. "MOTHER??" Kelvin's and Jessie's voices howled in stereo. I felt Sophia fall off and away, leaving my cock thrumming angry and abandoned in the open air. Morgan's grip on my head relaxed and I could hear with greater clarity. "Oh, hiya kidlets." Sophia's voice slurred. "Have a good rumpy pumpy?" "Mom, are you drunk?" "Nope. Just had living daylights fucked out of me." Sophia giggled. "Oboy. My legs aren't working too good." Morgan lifted herself off me like a cowgirl climbing off a horse. She leaned against the couch with a languorous smile. She reached to run her fingers through my hair and pat my head. I could now see a naked Jessie and a naked Kelvin trying to help their naked mother off the floor. Both children swivelled their attention between Sophia, me, and my hard cock. Confusion flickered to amusement flickered to anger before circling back to confusion. They'd had quite the mind-expanding evening. There would be plenty to discuss for a long while. "Where's Dad?" Jessie asked as she pulled her mother's left arm over her shoulders while Kelvin hoisted the right. I watched new levels of uncertainty, and maybe lust, fill their faces as their mother's sweaty nude flesh rubbed the length of their sweaty nude bodies. "Where are your clothes?" "The answer to both questions is 'my apartment'." Morgan climbed to her feet, pausing to find her land legs, then sorting out her scarlet kaftan. "We'd best go fetch them." I rolled off the cushions and stood up carefully. The blood rushed between my head and my reverberating cock. I'm surprised nobody else could hear it. My balls ached. The general bustle of urgent departure smothered any idea of getting a little assistance. I let the Espositos and Morgan head down the hall without me. I stepped to look in the bedroom and saw no chance for joy there, either. Linda and Val had nearly finished dressing. I must have made some whimpering noise because they looked up. Linda gave me a big hug and a quick kiss. "You know I can't stay over, darlin'. I have summer school exams to mark tomorrow. If I stay, I'll be walking bowlegged home late tomorrow afternoon and end up fired. Val said she'd give me a ride, which beats taking a cab all to hell." At her name, Val took a turn giving me a squeeze and kiss. She grinned like a maniac. "Isn't this great? Before the Espositos leave, they'll be having incest orgies at the drop of a hat, I promise. And Kelvin knows now!" 
"Yeah, great. Really great." It was great. A huge weight of secrecy lifted off me. But long term "great" didn't balance immediate need. I stumbled to the choked entry way. Jessie winked. "See you later, perv. Keep hooking me up with your super lady friends and you might yet get that special dickey plunge." Kelvin paused to shake my hand. He offered a lopsided, tired grin. "I...you know..." He sighed and barked a laugh. "See you soon, brother." "Jessie, why is Zach's name on your ass...?" The door closed. I stood there alone with sweat and feminine fluids drying on my naked body. My cock still demanded release. "Well, fuck." I knew it wouldn't take long for this to be funny as hell, but right now I felt like a prize chump in some sort of practical joke. I went into the bathroom and faced my disheveled reflection. I looked like any man who'd finished an orgy with six people. I snorted and took hold of my cock. I aimed my stroking at the bathroom sink. I fully expected to fill it with cum in a dozen strokes. As I jerked off, I decided to let the primal power build. Might as well get what enjoyment I could from solo work. I wanted to feel the primal power rage when it came out of my cock. I wanted..."shave and a haircut"?? Reality popped my erotic balloon for the 87th time tonight. The tune rapped again on my front door. I snarled a sob, snatched a towel for a quick wraparound and stomped to the door. I yanked it open. "WHAT?" Cindy and Marita recoiled from my shout, half raising their hands in defense. "Easy tiger. It's just us." 
"Sorry. Sorry." I took a ragged breath, stepping back to let them in. "It's been a freak of a night." "Well, we won't keep you, if that's what you want." Marita patted my arm. "We're just looking for a crazy little groupie we sent on a scavenger hunt. She's been gone long enough we were getting worried." "I'm afraid she got derailed. She left a few minutes ago with her family. And everybody else." Cindy grunted and frowned. "Not often I get stood up like that. I was getting some very nice ideas about what to do with those bodacious bouncing tits." 
Marita nodded. "Me too. I was looking forward to giving her the full Supermodel Thrill Ride that nobody would ever believe." She let out a deep sigh, her superb hips giving a bump and grind. "I got myself pretty worked up on the idea." Cindy came up and let her index finger trace the line where my skin met towel. She smiled her cover girl smile a centimeter from my face. In a husky whisper, she asked, "It's pretty obvious you've had a busy night already, Zach, but I don't suppose you have anything left to help a couple of lonely girls out?"

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Title: Freaks of Nature Ch. 01 Tags: large cocks, models, older woman, lucky, freaks, plumber *I thought I would try writing some short stories while I was recovering. These are different than the Life after the Lottery series. Let me know what you think. If you like them, I may have an entire series of these. Drmac100. Copyright LATL, 2016.* Freaks of Nature. No. 1 Jimmy the plumber "James McMann --Plumbing. Full-Service Day or Night." At least, that is what had been painted on the side of my new black van. Since my father had retired from the business two years ago, I took the McMann and Son's Plumbing off. He and my mother were now living in Tijuana off his retirement from his company. He left everything to me and retired at 60. Here I was at 25 running a plumbing company. Things hadn't gone the way pop, and I had thought they would. My brother and sister were older than me; I had been a bouncing baby late in my mom's life. My mom and dad are tall. My mom is 5'11" and my dad 6'4". By 8th grade, I was 6'5" and loved sports. My dad came to every basketball game and football game and cheered me on. I was the athlete my brother had not turned out to be. By high school, I was playing wide receiver full-time and was good at it. By my junior year in high school, I was being scouted by the colleges. I was tall and muscular, the way they wanted wide receivers if they could get them for college. I knew some of the other guys in the area built like I was and were playing the same position. The colleges liked us for our size; they liked me because I was the best. My senior year I signed with USC, I didn't want to move too far from home. All the guys I knew signed somewhere. We were what they wanted, tall, muscular, fast and knees that weren't worth a shit. That came from being so tall. In my senior year of high school, I spent the winter and spring doing PT and getting steroid injections to keep my knees going. I got a full ride at USC, everything paid for, including medical expenses. That was standard for all the athletes. A great student I had not been, but they got me good tutors to help me get through school. I was getting by, doing okay in class and great at training. Everyone was expecting me to perform my freshman year. Some of the problems started after the first practice with the team. Once we finished, we were all in the shower horsing around. About half way through showering, the seniors brought in three of the hot cheerleaders to shower with us. I soon found out this was a regular thing. Whatever cheerleaders showed up each time usually ended up getting fucked on the shower floor or in the locker room before it was over. Like I said, this was where my illustrious football career in college got off to a start. Besides my height I had inherited from my mother and father; I had inherited his freakish cock. I was big, very big. I had little opportunity for sex with young women; I just didn't fit. Hell, most of them couldn't give me a blowjob because their mouth was too small. I tried to hide it as much as I could, but that was hard to do because it had a mind of its own. My dad had told me that I would find women for sex, he had. My mom even told me that she got used to it and loved my dad's cock now. My brother always made fun of me because he didn't inherit that feature from my dad. Anyway, I was doing fine in the shower after the first practice. Flaccid, it was still large, but other guys were large too, but their cocks didn't grow like mine when they got erect. I was trying to get in and out of the shower, before the comments started, that was up until three naked cheerleaders showed up. This stunt during the first practice I found out was a hazing for the freshmen mostly. I thought it was a pretty good hazing. When the girls showed up, they kissed and played with the seniors first; I got the impression that the seniors had sex with these women often. After that, the teasing started. I knew it was going to be trouble. "Hey, Jimmy!" Mark the quarterback yelled at me. We had had a good day playing throw to the new guy. "Meet Krissi! She showers with us often." He was saying as he walked over to me with an arm around a big tit blonde. I turned around to see her. "Whoa!" Krissi said looking at my cock. "Damn, Jimmy. Where did you get that thing? Where you raised near a nuclear reactor or something!!" Mark exclaimed. Several of the guys laughed. Now I was in trouble because Krissi was hot. "Hi, Jimmy," she said standing there wet and naked, sneaking looks at my cock. "Hey buddy, we bring the cheerleaders in the first shower so the seniors can see how the new guys stack up. So far, it looks like you are on top of the totem pole. Krissi, Jennifer, and Ginger or going to help us decide who ranks number one in the freshman class!" Mark said. Krissi moved to me and grabbed my cock. I knew trouble was going to follow. "My god!" She said as she wrapped her hand around my already growing cock. She wrapped one hand around it and stroked. As her eyes got bigger, she wrapped her other hand around it. "Damn, James," one of the black guys said. "You must be part black to have a cock that big!" Everyone laughed. Jennifer and Ginger were teasing several of the other guys. Ginger was stroking two guys at one time. "Fuck, Jimmy. You may not only be top of the freshman class; you may be the top of the team! How big is that fucking thing?" "Too big," I said. "No such thing, man!" One of the other black guys said as Ginger stroked his impressive cock. It was doing its thing, growing to full size as Krissi played with it. I really didn't have much control over it. "Fuck, I can't even get my hand around it now!" Krissi said. I was now the center of attention as everybody had moved closer. Krissi was pumping me like crazy now to see how big I would get. After several minutes, everyone knew how big I would get. "God damn, Jimmy!!" The quarterback said. A lot of the other guys were making comments. "Hell to the new king!" The QB yelled, then he and the sophomores, juniors and seniors put their hands up and started bowing up and down at me. I was swollen up all the way. Somewhere around 11 inches and big around enough it took a woman with big hands to wrap one around it. Krissi was pumping it with both hands as she looked. Ginger, the shapely black girl, walked up. "Oh my! That is bigger than anything I have seen in my neighborhood. Go ahead Krissi." She said. "I don't think I can." I learned later on that the cheerleaders usually gave the biggest freshman a blowjob in the shower. "Oh, honey! Let momma!" Ginger said as she pushed Krissi away. I watched Ginger get down on her knees and grab my cock with both hands. She opened her mouth wide and slid it over the end of my cock and went to work. "Damn, Ginger!" Jennifer said as she walked up. "Swallow that thing!" When I got the occasional treat of a woman that could get some or most of me in her mouth, I loved it. Ginger had the end in her mouth and was sliding up and down on it about five inches or more. Her lips were tight around my cock. She held it with both hands as she worked. After a few minutes, she slipped her mouth off. "Oh, my! You are huge!" She looked up at me and smiled as she pumped my cock. "I gotta have this thing in me, baby!" "Woo! Hoo!!" came up from the guys. Ginger was still on her knees looking at my cock as she pumped it with both hands. "That thing is not a cock! It is a fucking pole!!" QB Mark yelled. "Pole! Pole! Pole! Pole!" They started chanting. That is where the nickname "The Pole" came from. It seemed to catch on around campus when football season started. I would catch a pass and be running down the field and would hear the crowd chanting "Pole! Pole! Pole!" Sometimes, I would get the giggles because almost everyone on campus thought that was my nickname because I was tall. By my sophomore year, I had become well known. I would get to the football games and see all these signs being held up with "We Want The Pole" on them. All the guys on the team would laugh when they saw them, along with the cheerleaders. I had become famous with the cheerleaders since that shower my freshman year, and because Ginger had talked me into going to her apartment and fucking me. She was a senior and lived off campus with another girl. It was quite a night with the two of them my first week of college. My junior year the scouts were already talking about me forgoing my senior year and going into the draft. School wasn't my thing, so by the end of the year, I had announced I would forgo my senior year. When we got to the bowl game at the end of the year, I was all over the news and TV. All the scouts were there because I could not commit to the draft just yet. All the guys and cheerleaders laughed hysterically when we saw the signs that said "We Want The Pole!" being carried into the championship game by fans. We knew the signs would be all over national TV. The school had found three or four women that had gotten most of my cock in them on a regular basis during my first three years to keep the number one wide receiver happy. The only successful girls was a 6'4" basketball player named Heather. She worked it all into her over some time then had a wonderful time with me. We saw each other a lot my junior year. So that was where my college career was going. It was the last half of the 4th quarter in the championship game. We were down by 3, and the quarterback hit me on the run about 40 yards down the field. I had 15 yards to go to score; then I was hit. The replay made all the news and sports shows for a week. I thought I was in the open when I caught the ball and turned to run down field. I didn't see the guy from the other team running across the field toward me, all I remember was the pain. He had dived and hit my right knee with his shoulder pad at full speed. In the emergency room, I watched the TV as it showed them putting an inflatable cast on my leg and sliding me onto a board and loading me on a cart. The replay showed my knee bending in directions that God had not designed a knee to bend. My dad had come from the stands, and they had let him ride to the hospital with the assistant coaches. He was there telling me things would be alright. I vaguely remember the sound of the MRI machine earlier; I was on some pretty good drugs in the ER. I was sitting up in the bed watching the TV. We did win, but all the announcers kept saying I probably would be out the next season and that my signing with pros now didn't look good. I looked through the window to the outer room and saw my coach talking to three guys I knew were pro scouts. The doctor was with him with the MRI. They talked and looked at the MRI. I watched as my coach shook his head no and shook the scouts' hands and the three of them turned and left. Coach looked in at me then came through the door to my bed. As best as he and the doctor could tell me, my career was over. I remember him listing all of the ligaments that had been torn out, including my ACL. My dad took it the hardest. He was so looking forward to me playing pro ball and not having to be a plumber. So that was how my football career went. I was exactly what the pros were looking for then; tall, well-built receivers. That was what I was. But one of the curses of being very tall was having glass knees. I finished my senior year; I had to stay so they would keep paying for the surgeries and rehab. I finally graduated with a degree in General Studies. That would take me far for sure. When I walked across the stage to get my diploma I was still on crutches. Everyone stood and cheered and started shouting "Pole!" over and over until the president of the college got the crowd back under control. Three years later now I was picking up my new van with just my name on it. The limp wasn't too bad and thank god in LA it didn't get cold. The van looked nice. I had bought a black utility van and had my name and number put on it in white. I didn't have all the silly shit painted on it that my dad had had on his van forever. I just had the "Full-Service Day or Night" painted under my name. Things weren't too bad. I had been helping my dad since I was fourteen. I got my license at 18 because I knew everything and everyone knew my dad. That was where I got the majority of my customers from, people calling to ask for him. I now got to tell them it was just me, and he had retired. A plumber made good money in that part of California if you stayed busy. I averaged about $275 an hour. I went all over LA and surrounding areas. It would just be me and my new van now. I worked all over the area and all hours of the day. I had no girlfriend or social life to speak off. A lot of my friends would call and want me to come to a party or something. After a year out of college, I stopped going to the parties. All they wanted to talk about was the good 'old football days. I didn't go anymore. It was Friday morning, and I had scheduled the day off, so I could pick up my new van and take it back to the shop and move all my tools into it. Sam, the painter, kept asking me if that was all I wanted on the van. I told him yes, we settled and I headed back to the shop. By noon, I had the majority of my tools arranged in the new big van. I was sitting and eating lunch when our old office number range in the shop. I walked over and picked it up. "McMann Plumbing." "Is this McMann and Son Plumbing!" A female shouted into the phone. "Yes, ma'am." "Oh thank god! I have been calling everyone, and no one is answering or can't come!" "Friday is pretty busy for most guys. I took the day off." "Oh shit!!" "What are you needing?" I asked. "My boss is raising hell with me because her damn Jacuzzi tub has stopped working. She was sitting in it this morning, and it stopped making bubbles. I am going to catch shit all day until I find a plumber that will come. I'll call someone else, thanks." "Maybe I can come and look at it. I just took off the morning to pick up a new van." "Would you, please! Oh, thank god!!" "What is the address?" I asked. She gave me the address, and I wrote it down. It was near Beverly Hills. I didn't work that area too often since my business was located in the southern part of LA County. "When can you be here?" The lady pleaded. "It's Friday, traffic will be bad, and I have to cross town. An hour or so." "Hurry, please! She has been on me all day." "Okay, give me and hour or an hour and a half." I hung up with the desperate lady and put the last of my tools and parts in the van. I thought my new van would look good in Beverly Hills. I jumped in and programmed the GPS and headed for the freeway. It was a hot August day, and I had the new air conditioner on wide open. The air conditioner in the last van hadn't worked for a year. I had started wearing shorts like the UPS guys did in the summer and T-shirts with the company name on them. I was comfortable now. I drove about an hour until I finally go to Beverly Hills. The GPS took me to a place between two huge mansions. The thing was only good for getting me within about 100 yards in LA. There were no house numbers, so I was stuck between a huge white mansion and huge stone mansion. I called the lady back on my cell phone. "Hello?" "This is James, the plumber. My GPS doesn't know which house is yours. I am sitting between a big white house and big stone house, are you in one of them?" "Oh god! Yes! The stone one. Pull up to the gate and the guard will let you in!" I pulled forward about 100 yards and found the gate. I pulled up, and the guard asked for some ID then let me in. I drove up a long drive to a huge fucking house. I got out and walked up to the door and rang the bell. "Who is it?" Came from the intercom. I looked up and saw a camera move toward me. "The plumber!" "Be right there!" A minute later the door opened. There stood a pretty woman in jeans and a top; she looked like she had been having a bad day. "Hi, I am James McMann," I said. "I'm Elizabeth, come in, please!" I looked around, and my hourly rate went up. This place was huge and fabulous. "Please, follow me upstairs." I walked up this huge staircase. When we got to the second floor, Elizabeth scampered down the hallway as I followed. She took me into this marble and glass bathroom off of a grand bedroom that was bigger than my shop. "Over here," she said echoing off the marble. She walked me to a huge Jacuzzi tub up on a platform at the end of the room. It was still full of water. "The bubbles stopped!" She said. "Can you fix it?" "I'm sure I can." "Great. She will be back in an hour, can you have it fixed by then?" "Probably not. If I have to get to the motor, it will take a few hours." "Just hurry, please!" I got the feeling that her boss wasn't accustomed to having to deal with service men around the house. I went to the tub and flipped the switches to turn "the bubbles" on and heard nothing but a click. "Ma'am, what happened before it stopped?" I asked. "She came in this morning with a hangover and filled it to sit and soak in. She got in the tub and flipped the switches, and it ran about 10 minutes then I heard her screaming for me. When I came in she was cussing the tub and then me. She ordered me to find someone to fix it immediately. I started calling, and everyone was gone, or they didn't work on a Jacuzzi." "There is a reason a lot of plumbers don't work on Jacuzzis, they are a pain in the ass and take all day to fix," I told her. "Oh, Lord!" She will be home at 4:30 from her tennis lesson and expect it to be working!" "I will get to work." "Thank you!" "May I ask who this lady is that you work for?" "Oh...umm...she was, she still thinks she is, a famous model." "Is this place all hers?" "Well...yes. She acquired it in her divorce three years ago." "I see. Let me run out to my truck and get my tool box. I have to get into this thing." I told her. She followed me back down the long staircase and waited at the door while I grabbed two tool boxes. She then ran back up the stairs as I followed her, looking at her cute ass in her faded jeans. I went to work on the tub. The pedestal was all marble; I couldn't find any screws to the marble panels at all. I looked closer and discovered the front piece of marble was secured with silicon sealer. I got out a special slim, sharp tool for when the builders did this, never considering the thing may need to be worked on one day. I got it started at one end and slid it between the marble and started working it toward the floor. It took about 10 minutes. Elizabeth ran to the bedroom to answer the phone. I went to the other side of the pedestal and started the same process on the seam at that end. Ten minutes later I was laying a two-foot by six-foot slab of marble on a rubber mat I had in front of the tub. "Oh, my god!! What have you done!!" Elizabeth screamed when she saw the huge opening. "I had to remove this piece to get under it." "Oh god!" "Elizabeth, calm down. This is how they cover up all the motors and plumbing. Usually, there are screws to remove the panels, but his builder decided to seal it up. I had to cut the seal away to take this down. It is no problem to put it back." "Ohhh, okay. Shit, it is 3:00. Will you be finished by 4:30?" "No ma'am. More like 6:30." "Oh, Jesus!" "If I have the parts in the truck..." "Oh, my god!! Just get it fixed!" She turned and went back to the bedroom, mumbling "shit, shit, shit," all the way. I needed to check and see if the pump was jammed up or the motors burned out. I got my volt meter out and turned the switches on and probed the motors. After 15 minutes I decided the main motor was burned out. I went ahead and opened the drain on the tub to empty it since I wouldn't have the motors running. Now the question was what burned the motors out. I knew I had a couple of motors and a pump in the truck. I just hoped they were the right ones. I went down to the truck while the tub was draining. "Where are you going?!" Elizabeth shouted after me. "Going to see if I have the motors for this model." "Oh please have them!" "Most of them are the same." I dug around in the van for a few minutes and stood. I bumped into Elizabeth. "Oh, sorry," she said. "These should do it, as long as the circuits aren't burned out." I grabbed three boxes, and we headed back to the bathroom. "How long will this take?" She asked. "At least, a couple of hours if I don't find anything else." She headed back to the bedroom mumbling "shit, shit, shit" again. I crawled under the pedestal through the trap door and started pulling one of the motors out. The builder had put a switch under the tub, so I didn't have to find the fuse box. I wasn't sure what the hell he thought it would be good for since he sealed it up. After working on my back for about 30 minutes, I got the first motor out. I looked out from under the tub and saw Elizabeth standing near my legs. "I'm coming out!" She moved away. I slid out, which was always fun at my size, dragging the motor with me. I sat and looked at it, and it had some scorching on the casing. I held it up and smelled it. It was fried. "This one is fried," I said. "Shit!" Came from Elizabeth again. "It happens. Have you had any problems with the power the last few days? Anything like it going off and coming back on?" I asked. "No, and I am here all the time," Elizabeth said. "Before she went to use it this morning, when was the last time she used it?" Elizabeth looked away a few seconds. "I think it was Tuesday night." "Was it working then?" "Uh...I guess. She didn't say anything about it Wednesday morning." "Hmmm." "What?" "These motors don't usually burn up like this unless it was a power surge or something seriously jammed the pump and the switches were left on." "Oh." "I will have to pull the motor to the other pump too to check it to see if it is burned up from a power surge." "Shit. How long will that take?" "Another hour just to do that." "Shit!" For the next motor. I would have to grab a flashlight and work my way around to the end of the tub. Now was when I wished I was about 5'1". I grabbed my flashlight and started working my way back under the platform and around the end of the tub. This was slow because it made my arms hurt and I would have to stop every few minutes. I had been back there at least 30 minutes and was getting hot and sweaty and tired. I got the motor off and smelled it, and it was fried. I was resting a minute. "What the fuck? Elizabeth!!" I hear screamed by another female. "He is working on it. The motor or something is burned out. I don't know. He has been here awhile." Elizabeth said. "Fuck! I wanted to soak after my tennis lesson. How much longer will it be?" "Several hours!" I yelled from under the tub as I started crawling out. I was on my back inching my way out. I looked out and saw Elizabeth's feet and another pair of feet in white tennis shoes and bare legs. "Coming out!" I said. The sets of legs parted and I inched my way out between them. Lying on my back, I looked up and saw this long legged woman standing there in a tennis skirt I was trying to look up. "Hi, I'm James." "Hmmp!" The tennis skirt said and walked out. "Shit!" "I need to ask her some things," I told Elizabeth. "Shit!" She walked back into the bedroom. I heard her talking. I had sat up in the floor and was examining the motor. "James, this is Ms. Jackson." "Ma'am. Elizabeth said that everything was working Tuesday night. Did it stop working while you were in it?" "I don't remember." She said sharply. "Well, something has burned the two motors out and just short of a bad power surge, I suspect the pump is jammed. That was why I asked if it stopped working." "I don't know! It might have!" She shouted at me. Big shot or not, I didn't put up with this kind of shit. I stood up slowly; my knee popped loudly. I towered over her. "Ma'am, I am here to fix your tub. As you can see, it is an ordeal. I'm sorry it stopped working, but I need to find out some things without being shouted at, please." I told her. Looking her over for the first time standing up, she was stunningly beautiful and probably near 6 feet tall. She had taken off the sunglasses and her tennis shoes and was looking me in the eye until she looked me over from head to toe. "Sorry. I just hate missing my soak after my workout, uh..." "James. James McMann." "James. How long will this take?" "I'll work late if needed. I have to pull the pump out and take it apart and see what jammed it up. Probably three more hours." "Damn." "That is the best I can do." "Okay. Just hurry." Ms. Jackson said. "I have to crawl back under there in a few minutes and take the pump out. That will be another 30 minutes." "Fine!" She walked out. I took my shoes off and stepped into the tub with the flashlight. I was looking into the drain holes to see if I saw anything in them. I got to the last one and the biggest one and bent way over and shined the light in it. I thought I saw the end of a piece of big string. I grabbed my needle nose pliers and grabbed the end of it and pulled gently. It wasn't coming out. Fuck! Was what I thought. I didn't want to spend the next hour taking that pump apart and pulling the string out of it. The pump I had was the wrong size; it was too small. Fuck! I was going to have to pull the pump and take it apart and see if I could fix or I would have to come back on Saturday. I was climbing out of the tub carefully, so I didn't step on the piece of marble on the floor. "What are you doing in the tub?!" Ms. Jackson asked as she walked in wearing a robe tied around her waist. "Looking to see if there was anything stuck in the drains. One of them looks like it has a piece of string sucked in it, but I couldn't pull it out. Did you have one of those scrubby things on a lanyard in the tub with you?" "No." "Well, I have got to crawl back under there and pull the pump out and take it apart and see if I can fix it. The pump I have is too small." "How long will that take you?" "I will be under there another 30 minutes to take the pump off. I don't fit easily under these things." "I don't guess you do. How tall are you?" "A little over 6'5"." "You look to be in good shape; you should be playing football somewhere." "Well, that is another story," I told her. "Did you play football?" "At USC, then had to stop." "Why?" I put my leg out and pointed at the scars on my knees. "Ouch." She said. "That wasn't quite what I said, but yes, ouch." "Mr. McMann..." "James or Jimmy, please." "Jimmy. Will you be under the tub for a while?" "Probably thirty minutes." "If you don't mind, once you are back under there, I need to take a shower after my work out. I will be finished quickly. Is that okay?" "Sure." "Please don't come out and peek," she said with a smile. "Don't worry, once I am under there, I will be there a while." "Thank you." She opened the door to a huge glass enclosed shower and turned the water on and went back to the bedroom. I got down on my back again and inched my way back under the tub. Several minutes later I saw shadows. I looked out to see what I could see and saw her feet and then her robe dropped around them. I heard her close the shower door, so I went to work removing the pump. "Elizabeth!" "Yes!" "I am out of shampoo!" "Be right there!" A minute later I heard Elizabeth come in to give her shampoo. My arms were starting to hurt. I rested a minute then went back to work hard on the pump so I could get out from under there and stretch my arms. I kept removing screws even though my arms were killing me. Finally, the last screw. I pulled it off the pipe, breaking the sealer and finally had it. "Fuck." I held the thing on my stomach and lay there because I heard the shower still running and my arms were killing me. I had to move. I started inching my way out until I got to a bigger space under the tub. I stretched my arms out and rubbed them. From where I was, I could see her in the shower from about mid-thigh down. Her legs were perfect. She appeared to have her back turned to me with one leg up on a ledge shaving it. I inched out a little more. Now I could see her ass as she bent over to shave her legs. Wow, she had a hot body. "James, how are you coming?" She asked. "I'm getting there." "I'll be just a few more minutes." "No problem." I watched as she bent way over to shave her lower legs and saw her breasts dangling. I had to see more. I turned sideways more than slid out some more. I could see almost all of her. I watched as she finished shaving her legs. She soaped up her mound and pussy, and I watched as she shaved it. I realized I had seen too much. I felt my shorts growing tight. "Damn it." She was rinsing off, and my damn cock was hard as a rock. I knew in my loose shorts it might be poking out from under a leg opening. I started inching back under the platform. I could only get back under there to about my waist. "Damn." The water went off, and I knew she was stepping from the shower. I could see her feet as she dried off. I waited and waited. I watched her feet then saw her turn toward me. It appeared she had finished drying off and was standing there looking. "James, were you peeking?" "No ma'am." "Something tells me otherwise. Why don't you get out from under there?" I was caught now. It took me a few minutes to wiggle my way out. I was out and lying on my back holding the pump. I looked up at her; she was wrapped in a towel that was short enough I could see her pussy lips. "Did you get it out?" She asked as she ran a comb through her long black hair. "Finally. I have to sit up and stretch my arms and back if you are finished in here," I told her. "Okay." I laid the pump on the floor and pushed myself up to a sitting position. I looked down, and the head of my cock was sticking from the leg of my shorts. I grabbed the opening and tried to pull it over it like it was nothing. I looked up at her combing her wet hair, and she was watching me. "I think you must have been peeking," she said. "Well, I was just thinking about having a beautiful woman in the same room with me naked taking a shower. Sorry, it just happens." "I can see that. How much longer will it be?" That is about as long as it gets, I wanted to say. "Depends on this pump. I have to take it apart and see what is in it." "As quickly as you can," she said and turned to walk out. I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks as she walked away. I had had a few women come on to me when I was working at their houses while their husbands were away. Several of them even got naked and pulled me to their bed. All but one of them had passed on trying to fuck me, but I got a few blowjobs. After I turned 18 and had passed my license, my old man started telling me about getting some throughout his career. I always told him he was full of shit. He insisted it was true. I called him in Mexico after he had been retired a year and apologized to him for it. I liked the women that wanted to have sex, but when they decided it would stretch their pussy too much, and their husband would find out, we would just end up having some fun. A couple of big breasted women had let me fuck their tits. I never took anything off their bill. I sat there taking the cover off the pump for several minutes. I finally got it off and saw several feet of string wrapped up in it. When I pulled on it, I discovered it was thin wire. It wouldn't come out, so I took the pump housing apart. When I got it open, I had to pause a minute before I started to laugh. The impeller was blocked by a small bullet vibe. She must have been playing with it in the tub when it got sucked into to the drain. I pulled it out and untangled the wire. I checked the blades on the impeller, and they didn't look damaged. All I had to do now was clean it and put some new sealer on it and put it back together. I was sweating through my shirt and was hot. I had to get something to drink before I started. I got up and walked to the door and stopped. "Ms. Jackson," I called. Nothing. "Ms. Jackson!" Nothing. I walked into her bedroom to find Elizabeth. Suddenly she walked out of a huge closet in some skimpy lingerie. "Shit, I'm sorry!" I said as I turned around. "Where are you going?" She said. "I'm hot and sweaty; I was hoping I could get some water." "Hang on a minute." I stood and waited. "Here you go." I turned, and she had slipped on a robe and had a bottle of water. "Sorry about that," I said. "James, I used to be a lingerie model. I am used to people seeing me in my underwear. If you need more to drink there is small fridge behind the wet bar over there." Seeing this beautiful 40ish-year-old woman in her underwear was not going to help my problem. "Have a seat." She said. "I'm all sweaty," I told her. "Yes, you are." She said looking over my muscles. "You kept in shape after football." "I try too. If I don't all this muscle will turn to fat." "How old are you?" She asked. "Twenty-Five." "You are young. Are you in business with your father?" "He retired after I graduated college. I have been helping him since I was about 14," I told her as I sipped the water. I was looking her over as she stood and talked to me. She knew it but didn't say anything because she was checking me out in my tight t-shirt and shorts. We chatted a few more minutes until I was finished with the water. "Did you find out what jammed up the pump?" She asked. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the remains of the bullet vibe. "I think this is yours," I said handing it to her. "I wondered where that went," she said as she took it. "Afraid you will need a new one." "I have plenty. Will it work now?" "I have to reseal the pump and put it back together and put it back on then put on the new motors. "You shouldn't use the tub for a few days so all the new sealer can dry." "How long?" "A couple of hours." "Well, it is 6:00 now, so about 8:00?" "Probably." "Would you like to stop for a bit and have dinner with me?" She asked. "I'm good." "Come on. The chef always makes extra." I figured what the hell. "Okay. A quick dinner because I am still on the clock." She smiled at me. "Come with me." I followed her out of the bedroom and down the stairs to a small dining room. Someone brought us food. We were eating as we looked at each other. "Is Elizabeth gone?" "She goes home at 5:00 unless I need her. I sent her home." "Anyone else here?" "The security is at the gate. The chef and his staff will leave after dinner. The Butler stays down here." "I will try and get out of your hair as soon as I can," I told her. We finished dinner, and I thanked her and went back to work. I got the pump put back together and reinstalled after about an hour; then I went to work installing the new motors. I had been working under the tub for about two hours. "How is it coming?" I heard her ask. "Putting the last motor on now. That will take about five or ten more minutes; then I will have to put the marble back on." I told her as I lay there on my back. A few seconds later I felt her hand on my leg rubbing my thigh. "No hurry," she said. I wasn't going to say anything just to see what happened. After all, she was hot as hell. She kept rubbing my leg while I tightened the last screw. I put my arms down to rest a minute. I felt her hand running over my shorts on my cock. I felt it start to swell. I kept lying there to see what she was going to do. After a few minutes, my cock was almost fully hard. "Damn," I hear as she squeezed up and down the length. "I'm coming out," I said. "Yes, you are," I heard. I inched my way out from under the tub slowly. When I got all the way out she was sitting on the floor next to me. She ran her hand under the leg of my shorts and grabbed my cock. "Impressive," she said. "Maybe, but most women can't get it in them." She was still stroking my cock. I watched as she unbuckled my belt and pulled my shorts open. She fished my cock out so that it was standing up. "Oh my! That is the biggest I have ever seen." She said as she stroked up and down. "Well, that is good and bad." "Why?" "I don't get to have much sex because it scares women off. But the ones that can get it inside have a great time." "Which ones can get it in?" "Tall ladies...like you." She looked up at me and smiled. "I don't know if I could," she said. "But I would like to try." I got a big smile from her. "I don't have any objection to that. But I need to put the marble back on first." She looked up at me biting her lip. "How long will that take?" "About 15 minutes." She released my cock, and I stood up holding my shorts. "You don't need those," she said pulling them down. I stepped out of them. "Can I help," she asked. "Actually yes." I cleaned the old sealer off the marble and applied a new coat on both ends. "I am going to slide this next to the tub and then I can stand it up. Your end is the hidden end. Hold it up while I square up the edges down here." "Okay. What if it leaks, though?" "It better not." She giggled as she held the marble against the base. I was trying to square the end, and the slab was a little too far her way. Since it weighed about 40 pounds, I couldn't pull it. I walked down to her end and moved her to the side and hit the end 5 or 10 times with a rubber mallet. It slid down, so I went back to the other end. I had to tap on it for a minute to get it square. "Okay, that has it. Hold it a minute." I said. I grabbed a roll of painter's tape and taped it together on my end. I walked down to her and put one piece of tape on it and had her move. She sat on the floor. I bent over and was putting several more pieces of tape on the end when she reached up and grabbed my cock. When I finished, I stood up. "Finished?" She asked. "Looks like it." I watched as she got up on her knees in front of me. She wrapped both hands around my cock and started pumping it. She had let her robe fall open, and I could see her pale blue lingerie again. She started kissing and licking the huge head of my cock. "Let me try this first," she said then opened her mouth and slid her lips slowly over the end of my cock. "Emm." She worked her mouth up and down my cock for a few minutes then pulled her mouth off. "If it fits in my mouth, it should fit in my pussy," she said. I reached down and pulled her up to hold her and kiss her. "Oh no. You are too sweaty. Get out of those clothes and get in the shower." I pulled my shirt off and got my shoes and socks off. She dropped her robe and pulled off her bra and panties. We went into the huge glass shower, and she turned the water on. She made me stand there while she washed my entire body and rinsed it. She then washed my hair and rinsed it. She had taken her time soaping up my cock and balls. "Much better," she said. We got out of the shower. I watched as she dried off her body while I dried mine. "Come with me," she said taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom. She got up on the bed as I looked at her pussy and ass, then I got up there with her. "We are going to try this. On your back," she said." I laid on my back with my pole sticking straight up. She got on all fours and slipped her mouth back over the end of my cock. I was impressed; she was doing a great job of getting about half of it in her mouth as she sucked and pumped. "You won't come will you?" She asked pumping my cock. "Not until you ask me to." "Ohhh." She returned her mouth to my cock and went back to work for a while. "Emmm, that is so big!" She said taking a break. "I have got to try, though." She placed her mouth back over my cock and moved directly over me. She placed her mouth over the end and started sliding down. I watched as she got about half way and gagged. "Oh. You are so big." She took a couple of deep breaths and started down again. She got to where she had stopped and went further. I could feel the head of my cock starting to enter her throat. She gagged a little and came back up. She was breathing hard as she pumped my cock. She moved and placed each of her knees on each side of my head. "Let's try from this angle," she said. I watched between her legs as she started down again. She worked her way down, stopped then started and went some more. I felt a lot of my cock slide down her throat. This was a first. She held her mouth there for a long time then came up. "Ahhh! Almost! Oh god! I would let you come in my mouth, but I want to try and fuck you." "Go ahead. I am easily excitable." I told her. She looked back between her legs. "You're serious!!" She said. "Yes. After I come just keep sucking and it will get hard again." "Oh, my!!" "Ms. Jackson...fuck, what is your name?" "Sherri." "Sherri, just a heads up, I come a lot." "Oh goody." She went back to work on my cock. While she was doing her best, I grabbed her hips and pulled down. She spread her legs apart and lowered her pussy down to my mouth. I held her and started licking her. I felt her moan on my cock. I licked her lovely bare pussy for a while then pulled her down some more and drove my tongue into her. "Emmmm!!" I felt on my cock as it slid in and out of her throat. I would get her off way before I came in her mouth. The feeling of her breasts pressing against my stomach felt good while I ate her pussy. She was growing wetter and wetter. I opened my mouth and sucked all of her pussy into it and drove my tongue in. "Oh my god!!" She screamed. She kept her mouth off of my cock while I sucked on her pussy. "Jeez!! That feels so good!!" I paused a moment and pushed her hips up. "Sherri, go ahead and sit up and let me do you first," I told her. She wasted no time in sitting on my mouth and driving her pussy down on it. I went to work. After about 15 minutes she was screaming and coming hard. "Ahhhh!! Fuck!! I'm coming!!!" She pressed down, and I got several mouthfuls of juices. "Oh my god!!" I drove my tongue into her clit and held her while I tortured her clit. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" She screamed as she started jerking and coming again. "Stop! No more for now!" I let go of her hips, and she lifted her pussy up off my mouth. "Damn, you're good! My turn now!" I lay there in heaven looking at her pussy and ass while she attempted to get all my cock down her throat. She would work awhile then come up breathing hard for a minute then try again. I think she was having more fun trying than anything. She went back to work on my cock. I was watching her pussy drip onto my chest. I placed a finger up to her pussy lips and slid it inside her. "Emmm." I played with her pussy gently while she sucked my cock. Soon I had two fingers in her easily sliding them in and out. She would get as much down her throat as she could then moan as I pushed in my fingers. She came up for air then went back down. I slide my fingers out of her pussy and placed one up to her asshole and slid it in. "Emmmmmmmmm!" She seemed to like this. In a minute, I had two fingers deep in her ass. "Oh god, James!" I'm getting tired." "You want me to come?" I asked. "Yes! Let me get it as far down my throat as I can, then come!" I worked my fingers in and out of her ass for a minute then she took a deep breath and placed her mouth over my cock and pushed almost all of it in her throat. "NNN!" I took that for a now. I had been holding back, but now I pushed my cock up into her mouth and let go. I was shooting buckets of cum out of my cock and down her throat. When I got off, I would just keep going. "Umm...emm...emm," I heard come from Sherri as she tried to deal with all the cum. She finally slid her mouth up, so it was just over then end as I kept coming. I could feel her swallowing over and over until I was finished. "Oh fuck! You must have come in ounces!" "Usually." "My god! That was great!" She was pumping my cock as she sat on my chest and recovered. "Damn, I have never swallowed that much cum." "Are you okay?" "Fantastic!" Sherri exclaimed. She kept pumping my cock as she caught her breath. "It is still pretty hard, do I need to suck on it some more?" "Probably not. I am getting excited looking at your pussy and ass." She got up and turned around and sat down with my cock lying under her pussy. "How do you keep from coming?" She asked. "I don't know. I just come when I want to." "Wow!" She had her pussy on the top side of my cock. She looked down and started sliding her pussy up and down the length of my cock. She had it trapped between my stomach and her pussy. She started gliding all the way to the end and all the way back repeatedly. "Oh, my!!" "Lean forward a little, " I told her. This wasn't the first time a woman had done this. She leaned forward and placed her hands on my shoulders. "Now you can rub your clit against it," I told her. Plus, I got to look at her tits hanging down and play with them. "Oh, my. This feels wonderful." "Take your time." I reached for her tits and got a handful of each as she slid her clit up and down my cock. She closed her eyes and just kept going as I massaged her tits. She kept this up about 15 minutes before she was starting to lose control. "Oh.h.h.h..." Her voice quivered. "Oh god...I am about to come!! Fuck!! Ahhhhh!!!" She screamed as her body shook. I felt tons of juices squirt out over and over on my cock as she held on. Finally, she collapsed on top of me. "Ohhhhh..." I wrapped my arms around her. "I'm worn out, and I haven't even fucked you yet," she said. She laid on me for a long time before she sat up. "You eat pussy very well, young man." "Probably because that is all I usually get to do." "Well, you are very good at it. I'm still going to fuck your cock." She got up and got off the bed and went to her dresser and opened a drawer. She came back with a large bottle of water based lube. "I'm wet as hell, but I will need some help." She said. "How do you want to do this?" I asked. "Oh, I want to be on top, so I control everything." "My pleasure." She slid back and sat her ass on my thighs. I watched as she squirted out a huge amount of lube and spread it all over my cock. Once that was done, she squirted a lot on her hand and rubbed it on her pussy and in her pussy. "Let's try this," she said. She laid the bottle of lube on the bed and got up on her knees and moved over my cock. Even on her knees, she couldn't get my cock under her easily. Once she did, the tip was already in her pussy. "Damn you are long!" She had her hand around my cock as she worked herself in place. She worked the tip more inside her for a few minutes. "Oh, my god! You are so thick!" I watched as she worked. After about five minutes she had the first three or four inches her. She stopped and took a deep breath. "I gotta relax," she said as she breathed. She held my cock and started pushing down. With the lube, I was slipping inside her. She was tight, but not so tight I wasn't going in. She was about 6 inches down on it when she stopped and took her hand off. "James, please don't thrust up inside me." "I won't." She spent about ten more minutes working my cock into her pussy. I was impressed she was doing so well. It had been since college and my basketball player since I had enjoyed this much. She pushed down hard, and I felt the tip of cock press firmly into her cervix. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I have to stop a minute." "Sherri, don't hurt yourself." "I don't care if it hurts; I am getting all of this inside me!" She sat with my cock pressing into her cervix for a few minutes with her eyes closed. Then she started pushing again. "Ahhh!!" She screamed as I felt pressure on my cock. I looked, and there were probably three more inches to go. "Sherri, stop. You are going to hurt yourself. Let me make a suggestion," I said. "Please!!" Fuck my cock as much as you can and come. After you have an orgasm, you may relax more. "Oh yes. That sounds like a good idea!" Sherri used her legs to lift her pussy up and down on my cock slowly at first then faster. She was moaning and groaning loudly as she stretched, and my cock rubbed the walls of her insides. "Fuck!! Oh fuck yes!! Oh my god!!" She kept going. It had been about 20 minutes when she started shaking. "I'm...going...to...come!!!" She screamed. She pushed down as far as she could and started screaming as she came. "Fuuuuuck!!!" Oh, fuck!!!" She screamed over and over as she came several times. She didn't realize it bit she was settling down more on my cock as she screamed and shook. When she stopped coming and looked at me, she only had about an inch to go. "Oh my god, James." "Look," I told her. She looked between her legs. "Wow! You were right! I can work that in me." She went to work forcing her pussy down onto my cock now that things had slid around some. After about ten minutes her pussy lips were pressing on my crotch. "Oh, my god! I did it!" She relaxed some more and tried wiggling her hips. "Oh yesyesyes!!" I watched Sherri as she would wiggle her hips for a few minutes then change and slid up and down my cock. She would even lean back occasional on her hands and work my cock in and out of her pussy. She had come in several huge orgasms as she kept going. After about 30 minutes, she was spent. "Oh god. I am about spent. " She said as she sat and rested. "After you rest, go until you get yourself off again. And when you are ready to come, just tell me to come. I will fill your pussy full." I told her. She rested a few minutes then started to wiggle her hips. She started going fast. "Oh yes!! I like this!!" She screamed. Her tight pussy had felt so good on my cock all this time. I was ready to lube her up good. She sat on me and wiggled and worked her hips for about ten minutes. I could tell she was ready for her last huge orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhh!!! I'm coming!!!" Come in me!!!" She screamed. I jammed my cock up into her, and she screamed again. I let go and started pumping cum into her. "Ohhh!!!" Came from her when the first shot her insides. "Ahhh!!!" Came from the second shot. "Oh god!!!" From the next shot and all the rest. She was sitting and jerking each time a load hit her insides. "Fuck!!!" She screamed. I looked at her pussy and cum was squirting out around it each time I dumped another shot in her. After a minute, I had finished, she was sitting there shaking. "Sherri?" "yes" "Are you okay?" "I guess." I reached up and grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. I held her while she shook for about ten minutes. She lifted her head and looked at me. "You came so hard inside me...and so much." "I have a lot of pent-up frustrations." "James, each time your cum hit my insides, it was like a high-powered jet of water hit me. I have never felt anything like that...or as much cum." She lay for a few more minutes then started to sit up, then found out my cock was still hard. "Oh, I can't sit on it again." She eased her pussy off of my cock, and I felt a flood of cum fall on my stomach. She sat on my stomach and looked down at all the cum running out of her. "I need to rest." She said as she rolled off onto her back. I looked at the clock, and it was almost 10:00. I had been there for almost ten hours. "Sherri, I am sure you don't want me to spend the night. If you are okay, I am going to wash myself off and get dressed and start carrying my tools down to the truck." "Sure." I got up and went to the bathroom and showered off all the cum and dried off. I put my dirty clothes on and gathered up my tools. I wiped up some spots on the floor then grabbed two tool boxes and headed to the van. Once they were stored, I headed back up to the bathroom. Sherri was sitting up on the side of the bed. "I just have a few more trips to make." "Okay. Bring me the bill and I will pay you." I grabbed the old parts and boxes and took all that down to the van. I sat in the front seat and wrote out her bill for all the parts and ten hours of labor. I wrote $400 an hour down and added it all up. $6,827. I took the bill with me as I went up to get the last few things. Sherri was standing with her robe hanging off her shoulders. "James." "Yes." "Thank you for your service." She said. "You are more than welcome, but you haven't gotten the bill yet." "Whatever." Picked up the last pieces of trash and put them in the trash can and picked up one last box then walked back to her and handed her the bill. She looked at it. "Is cash okay?" "Sure." She went to her dresser and opened a drawer. I waited. She came back with a handful of $100 bills. "Here you go and a tip for your wonderful services." I counted out $9,000. "Thank you, Sherri." "Don't mention it." "It has been a pleasure," I said and turned toward the door. "James!" "Yes?" "Can I call you if I have any more...plumbing...problems?" "You know you can. As long as you don't mind paying the hourly rate." "No problem. Give me a couple of your cards." I got out about an inch-high stack of my new business cards to give her a couple. She reached and took the whole stack. 'That should be enough," she said. I held her and kissed her one last time and left her bedroom and headed down the stairs. "Lock the door on the way out!" I heard.

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Title: Shardstalkers: The Invaders by Von Krieger Tags: Bisexual, Catgirl, Darkstalkers, Fanfiction, Gender Shifting, Hermaphrodite, M/Herm, Mind Control, Teenagers, Transformation, Werewolf Shattered Shards: Shardstalkers Chapter 2 By Von Krieger Aaron cried out as the creature's claws easily cut through his mesh shirt, and almost as easily scored his own flesh, blood leaking from three shallow wounds. The young man stepped back, brushing his long, pale-blonde hair out of his eyes. The wolves seemed to be toying with him. The bipedal beasts towered over him, and it was a two to one fight. They'd taken the bandana that kept his hair from getting into his face, as well as the band that had been holding the lower portion in a loose ponytail. They'd managed to isolate him from his friends, coaxing him around to the other side of the strange carriage that they'd arrived in. It had been pulled, not by horses, but by massive, horse-sized wolves. Wolves that had quickly become seven foot tall beast men, seeing fit to attack the four teens that had left the strangeness of Felicity House behind them. On the opposite side of the carriage two others struggled against their own feral lupine foes. Alec had removed his shirt and had leapt onto the back of one of the werewolves, the black fabric gripped tight in his hands as he nearly garroted the creature with it, his legs locked tight around the monster's midsection. The wolf tried to claw Alec's legs, but his leather pants were sturdy enough to block the wolf's blunt claws. Behind him, half hidden in a bushes, a young Asian teen fiddled with her cell phone, trying to get a signal, but found that Felicity House's grounds had gone from four bars to no bars virtually overnight. She looked warily between the two battles, letting out a frightened and frustrated grunt as her phone continued to be inoperative. The fourth wolf was yelping and running in a circle from the lithe pink haired girl who had found herself a shovel that one of the garden detail orphans had left out in the grove. Mirielle had been entranced when Star Wars Episode I had come out in her youth, and upon her arrival had founded the Lightsaber Dueling Club. While she had been teased about her lack of legitimate swordplay with her broomstick covered with duct tape, it HAD given her the reflexes, aim, and dexterity to give a large target a good thwacking. It had been with the handle end, mostly, but now that the wolf had his back to her, Miri was getting in a few good bonks with the metal part. "Yaaaa! Get out of here, you shaggy brute!" she called, managing to get the blade of the shovel underneath the wolf's leg, tripping him up. Delighted, she quickly pivoted her grip, bringing the metal portion swinging up to connect with the side of the wolf's head, sending him sprawling to the ground. Back on the other side of the carriage Aaron found himself sandwiched between the two wolves; one of them holding him in a crushing bear hug, his arms pinned to his sides while the other one was... grinning and removing Aaron's pants? He cried out for help, but a heavy lupine paw covered his mouth, "Just relax, little toy, you're only going to be frightened for a moment." The wolf behind him whispered in his ear. "Yeah," the one before him said with a grin, "You're going to love this soon." The wolf knelt down, "Oh look at the cute pink thong!" he said with a snort, using a claw to remove the garment and then run his tongue over Aaron's member. "What are the desires of the victors?" whispered a soft, sultry voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, "Ask a boon of your goddess, and it will be granted." "Make him more fun," the wolf behind Aaron said. "And make all the fun bits all big and sensitive. More fun to play with." The one down between the teen's legs said, nearly giggling. Aaron felt himself calming down, entirely against his will. He stopped struggling, instead found himself leaning back against the soft fur of the wolf behind him. They were... kind of attractive, like large, muscular men covered in gorgeous white, grey, and silver fur that was wonderfully soft, their palms feeling like soft, smooth leather. "There's a good boy." The wolf behind him said, tilting Aaron's head back and leaning down to kiss him. The teen couldn't help but moan pleasantly at the sensation as he felt himself growing aroused, his shaft rapidly stiffening within the werewolf's mouth. He felt an odd warmth spreading throughout his body, making his inside tingle delightfully. "You're going to make a cute wolf, toy." The one behind him whispered, running a clawed hand through Aaron's plentiful blonde hair. "So soft and sweet, you're going to be the biggest cuddleslut in the whole pack once we head home with all our new members. Like you, cutie." Aaron mmmed happily as the wolf nuzzled his neck. The beautiful creature wasn't hugging him as tightly anymore, allowing the captive to reach up and wrap his arms around his captor's soft, furry neck. He knew he shouldn't be acting like he was, but it was just so much fun and it felt so good. The ridges atop the wolf's mouth were absolute heaven on his cock as the creature bobbed his head up and down. They weren't hurting him, and aside from a few minor cuts and bruises, which already felt better, there wasn't really any harm done, and they were making up for the harm they inflicted with some wonderful sensations. The teen cried out as the wolf's leather-padded fingertips began to circle his nipples through his mesh top. It was pure bliss, and Aaron found himself arching his back in order to lean into the caress. It was strange, as he felt a sensation of swelling upon his chest not unlike that which had so recently filled his groin. He looked down to find his pectorals growing outward to fill the wolf's palms. He had breasts. Aaron wasn't sure what to think, he'd wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to be a girl or not, true, he rather liked the somewhat feminine look he had, and he absolutely adored the clothing, but actual womanhood? It was something that he'd ever thought would come up. "Mmm... there we go..." the wolf behind him rumbled, his clawed hands groping the still-growing orbs. "Now they're getting fun sized. Another minute or two and they'll be just perfect." Aaron blinked at that, another minute of growth? The tits he had now were borderline porn star/stripper sized as it was but... mmm... boy did they ever feel good. The teen could feel the change spreading over the rest of his body, smoothing his skin, tweaking his muscle mass and... He cried out, thrusting into the wolf's maw as the creature cupping his growing buttocks, the transforming skin oh so sensitive. He felt a torrent of seed rocketing from him and into the werewolf's eager maw, it was like he was expelling a portion of his manhood, allowing room for female aspects to grow. His cry of bliss was higher pitched, perfectly feminine. "There we are, pretty pet, you're good to play with properly now." The wolf before Aaron said, licking his lips. The human was about to ask what he meant, but then the wolf behind him pressed up against the captive, and with a growl, thrust his shaft into Aaron's ass. The feminized boy cried out from the mix of pain and pleasure. The werewolf was huge, his knot even moreso, it took another pair of thrusts to get the swollen knot into him, stretching the youth wide. The second wolf's hands joined those of the first on Aaron's breasts, there was plenty of room for the both of them, and the caresses were enough to make the fem-boy's eyes roll back into his head. "And now we can share in having a fun toy." The second wolf said. Aaron felt the canine's cock against his own for a moment, delighting in the smooth, slick heat. The wolf's prick dipped downward, tracing over the teen's balls, and then behind them. The wolf thrust against him, but there was nowhere for the shaft to go, there was just skin and flesh between Aaron's legs. But then there was not, something gave way, transforming Aaron in an instant from an incredibly feminine male, to an outright hermaphrodite. The new herm moaned loudly with glee as she was given a second set of delicious, sensitive naughty bits for her lovers to enjoy. Aaron grinned, loving the way the changes felt. Her plentiful breasts had pulled her mesh shirt from her waist to just below the wondrous orbs. But it wasn't her new additions, nor the two canine cocks within her that made her shiver with lust, but rather the playing of wolven fingers over the tender skin where his claws had cut her. "It broke the skin, little toy, so that means..." the one in front of her said with a grin. She wasn't sure what he was talking about, but then it felt like every hair on her body was standing on end, and then even more besides. Soft golden fur grew from her skin, displaying her infection with the werewolf's curse. Aaron couldn't even make a sound as the strange sensations washed over her. Sounds were suddenly too loud; her mind was assaulted by what seemed to be an entirely new sense as her face pushed forward into a canine muzzle. She could detect a whole new world of scents and smells that had been previously closed off to her. The new werewolf also felt something else: her cock growing. She looked down, but was unable to see over her chest. The teen reached between her legs, stroking the slick length. She panted as the furred skin at the base formed into a sheath, the loose skin upon her shaft seeming to retract, growing tighter. It grew more sensitive as it grew larger, doubly so as she felt it swell, taking on an oversized, canine shape. Much like her breasts it seemed to grow well beyond the point of normalcy. Her cock and tits were so big, and so sensitive. She knew she'd be toying with them all day, constantly fondling herself, rubbing herself, fucking herself... Just like a good pet would. \-o- "What are the desires of the victors?" came a whispering voice from all around. Alex stood, taking his shirt from around the windpipe of the unconscious werewolf and turned, looking for the source of the voice. "Though you are not my children, I welcome you into my arms. I will give you whatever is in my power to grant that you most desire..." Alec and Mirielle both gasped at the same time as something warm and slick seemed to reach into their minds, comforting, caressing, but slightly malevolent. A consciousness that felt them somewhere between wayward children, beloved pets, and amusing toys. From Alec the strange force stirred an old, painful memory, a feeling of rage and helplessness, being powerless to stop the actions of people he'd once called friends. The crying of the eight year old in his arms as her rushed her to safety. He turned to look at Sammy, his 'sister,' they'd come to Felicity House when the twelve year old Alec had been unable to take care of both of them, and now six years later, he still needed to protect her. Alec didn't give voice to the desire, he didn't need to. The strange force plucked it from his mind with ease. He felt the sensation become something physical, like soft hands caressing his body. He gasped as the phantom hands seemed to seize something within him, stroking it, caressing it, making it grow. And Alec was growing right along with it, his sixteen year old body gaining height and muscle mass. It was like his body was being shaped into a more adult shape, the growth of four years taking place in twenty seconds. But the change seemed a little bit... off. Though he was athletic and somewhat muscular, his body style didn't seem to extending from his normal build it was more... girly. He found his pants growing tight around his hips and rump, growing loose in the waist. Everything seemed to keep the same, fit tone and the muscular definition. Alec could also feel himself getting stronger, but it was strange. It was like rather than having four years of growth as a male, he was instead having the growth of a female. And for some odd reason it was making him hard and horny as hell. Thankfully the change didn't come with anything weird, no breasts or removal of his cock or anything. Oddly enough it felt... bigger in relation to the rest of his body than it had before. The chocolate skinned youth let out a soft cry as the phantom hands seemed to grip something within him, and pull it out with a quick tug. The sensation was strange, an intense feeling of cold air on something wet, but the feeling was coming from some sort of appendage that he didn't have. A few moments later his physical form seemed to echo the purely mental or spiritual sensations he was feeling. Something tore its way free from the back of his jeans, wriggling all about, the tepid 60 degree air feeling cool across its wet surface for a moment before the sensation of warmth came over it. The caress of the phantom hands seemed to draw out something from within, warming the new addition. Alec turned his head, seeing a long, black furred feline tail twitching behind him. The caresses moved from his tail to his face, gentle brushes of fingertips upon his cheeks, his nose, over his eyebrows. The forest glade before him seemed to clear, Alec had known he needed glasses for quite some time, but Sammy had always needed them more. The hands seemed to focus on his ears, poking them, prodding them, molding them into a new shape. All the strange shaping in the human ear quickly smoothing out, coaxed into a triangular structure, and then gently nudged further up Alec's head. He could hear soft moans of pleasure coming from the other side of the carriage that the werewolves had arrived pulling, and they made him long for sex even more. But the scents that suddenly flooded his more feline nose were nearly enough to make him climax on the spot. The hot, sexual odor of two horny werewolves, coupled with the scent of a heat-stricken, but familiar female... no, not quite a female. The scent was changing, going rapidly from male human to that of a werewolf that wasn't quite either gender. Alec was just about drooling when he felt a soft brush of lips upon his own. "Your wish is granted," whispered that same female voice from before, "You desired Felicia's strength for yourself... and for your sister; such has been given to you, and now to her." Alec turned in time to see Sammy gasp, her useless cell phone slipping through her fingers as she was overcome by the same strange arousal that suffused Alec. She shivered as her body began to grow, advancing her age much as it had for Alec. The short Asian girl rapidly found herself at Alec's own six foot height, much to her confusion. Her proper skirt looked almost like a miniskirt upon her tall, gorgeous frame. She let out a soft, needful cry and began to rub at her chest. Alex watched in astonishment as her figure filled out in an instant. She looked confused, baffled, but most of all aroused as her blouse began pushing outwards at rapid speed. Even a foot taller than before, the garment had covered down to her naval, but now? Now it strained to contain the bounty of her bust, and hung just below Sammy's breasts. The white fabric darkened around her nipples as the fourteen year old turned stripperific knockout began to lactate. Sammy moaned with pleasure and began to caress her leaking tits, a blissful look coming across her face. But to Alec's new feline nose, he could sense she wanted... needed more. He went to her, kneeling before her, wrapping his arms around his adopted sister, hugging her close. Sammy nuzzled her big brother's neck happily. She let out a soft mmm as her tongue traced over his ebony skin. Alec shivered at the touch, tilting his head, but allowing Sammy to make the first move. Alec had felt Sammy's lips upon his before, her tongue inside his mouth. It had been a few weeks previous, his sister having snuck out of the girl's dorms to slip into his bed as she often did. She never seemed to feel safe anywhere else. Then she'd kissed him, wrapped her legs around him. But that was as far as he'd let it go. Maybe when they were older, he'd said. It felt weird, him being 18 and her being 14. Sister Felicia wouldn't approve. But though they were still 18 and 14, their bodies were not. His little sister needed him, and Alec no longer had any reservations about giving her what she wanted. He ran his fingers through her raven-black hair, which seemed to be growing out from the shortish cut she liked. Sammy had taken to liking Felicity House immediately, and she was rather taken by their feline guardians. She'd even tried to grow her hair long like Felicia, which had led to a bit of a tangled mess. But as he stroked Sammy's hair, the somewhat coarse texture smoothed out, her hair growing longer, thicker. Alec smiled and nibbled his sister's ear as it began to change, smoothing out and growing fur, like his own had. But rather than the black fur he sported, Sammy's fur had a pattern to it, yellow and white with black rosettes. She moaned softly, unbuttoning her blouse, scooting up into Alec's lap. She took one of his hands, guiding it beneath her shirt, she was so soft and perfect. She hiked up her skirt for a moment, to slice off her panties with her new claws. Sammy was going more feline than Alec, who had little more than a feline ears and tail added to his body, with a touch of point to his canines and a slight sandpaper texture to his tongue. Sammy unbuttoned her brother's pants, allowing his aching member to slip free. She lowered herself onto it slowly, seeming to savor the moment despite her sopping wet need. She let out a soft cry as he hilted within her, just as her tail rapidly snaked out from beneath her skirt. Alec found himself rubbing the spotty-furred appendage at the base, drawing a contented purr from his sister's throat. "Oh, Alec..." she whispered, eyes tearing up, "I've wanted this for so long." "I... I know." Her brother replied, coaxing a moan from her as he circled her nipple with his thumb. She pressed tightly against him, hugging him close. Close enough that he could feel the fur upon her body growing, taking on the interesting shapes that Felicia and the others had. He wrapped his arms around her in return, his soft, beautiful leopard kittygirl. She was going into heat, like Felicia and the others had, and Alec knew that she would need his help for quite some time to come. He only hoped his new feline stamina could cover it... \-o- "What are the desires of the victors?" purred a soft voice, virtually in Mirielle's ear, "I can grant you almost anything you desire. Just think of it, and it will be yours." Mirielle thought for a few moments before her attention was drawn to Alec. She watched as he grew rapidly, gained a feline tail, and then went to Sammy, who had much the same thing happen. She licked her lips at the sight of the Asian girl's bust blossoming into something wonderfully huge. She'd always had... fantasies about something like that. But her desires were different. "It is done!" the voice whispered into Mirielle's ear, "Your wish amuses me greatly, so I think I'll grant you a few more of your other fantasies, my cute little toy." Mirielle blinked, she hadn't wished for anything. But then she felt something warm, soft, and pleasant slipping into her, swirling around within her, making her feel warm and loved down to her very being. "I... I didn't..." she began, almost horrified that her deepest fantasy was about to be granted, "I don't actually want..." But it was too late. She could feel something strange happening inside her. It was as if all of her insides, bones, organs, muscle alike, had all turned into water, and was rapidly draining out, leaving her an empty husk. Mirielle could feel herself growing lighter and lighter, but it didn't hurt. It felt... quite nice. The texture of her hair changed, she could feel the pink strands upon her bare shoulders, it became softer, sleeker, shinier, and even longer. She held the ends in one hand, watching as it turned from the natural pale pink shade to a hot, neon pink, entirely uniform in coloration. It looked... artificial. The werid draining sensation continued, the was less and less of her occupying the same space. It was... liberating. The minor aches and pains of a living body, the constant, chronic pressure in her allergy-prone sinuses, the annoying tightness in her back that would never go away; all of it vanished, leaving behind an animate creature, with an unloving body. Mirielle giggled as her skin took on a smooth sheen, flaky human skin becoming something better; perfect, smooth latex. She ran her fingers over her opposing arm, delighted at the rubbery scraping sounds they made. She held her hand up to the sky, an oddity, as it was bright as day, yet the sky was a deep black, filled with the twinkling of stars. Placing her hand over a very bright one, she could see the star's light through two layers of her latex skin. It made her giggle again, absolutely giddy. Mirielle was a balloon, a living, breathing, feeling balloon. She drew in a deep breath, delighting as she heard her latex body stretch. Her chest swelled, and then contracted, and then a completely different portion of her chest swelled. She took in several more breaths, each one making her breasts more sensitive as they rubbed against her spaghetti strap top, filling it out nicely. It felt so good, so... arousing. Just like she'd always imagined. Mirielle took in another deep breath, this one longer, making the rest of her proportions just perfect, adding a few inches to her height, adding some padding to her hips and butt, and then scaling her size up just a bit to give her a nice, narrow looking waist. But she suddenly found that she couldn't stop. She was drawing air into herself, but wasn't sure where it was going. It felt weird, the way it flowed into her fingers and toes, her teeth and tongue, and into her ears. It tickled, though, and made Mirielle giggle once she could breath normally. The tickle spread over her skin, adding patches of bright pink to her mocha colored skin, pink patches that blossomed into soft, brightly colored feline fur. She grinned, showing her new, plastic fangs. She always admired Felicia and the others, not for their strength or fighting ability, like some of the others had. But for their beauty and their passion. She'd seen the way Grace and Alto card for one another, and once she'd even hid in the closet while the two beautiful catwomen pleasured one another. She had long since wished she could be as affectionate and passionate as them, but she'd always been two shy. Miri drew in another breath, allowing her new, fluffy tail to fully inflate, it was soft and wonderful, and felt so good swishing through the air. The inflatable catgirl wished she had a mirror so she could see her new form. Sleek, shiny mocha colored skin, coupled with hot pink fur on her forearms, lower legs, and feet, as well as in interesting designs upon the rest of her body. She sported a thick mane of shiny, hot-pink hair as well, the color she'd always longed to have. Everything was perfect, but there was one more thing she needed to fulfill her deepest fantasy. Her eyes widened as the two defeated werewolves stood up, moaning softly as her wish took effect upon them. Miri found herself nearly drooling as the two werewolves grew aroused, their erections peeking from their sheaths and continuing to grow, and grow, and grow, along with their balls. The two lycanthropes seemed to be more amused than anything, and Miri quickly found them surrounding her, as they had done before. But rather than a battle, they were quite content to have something far more tender and gentle. Their soft caressed upon her latex skin were so caring, so wonderfully tender. Their ears were lowered and they bowed their heads, seeking permission to continue. Alec and Miri had beaten them in a fair fight, so in pack dynamics, they were higher ranking. It brought a grin to the latex love-kitten's face, "Mmm... good puppies. Think you can fill me up?" she purred. The wolves were only happy to oblige... \-o- Felicia panted as she ran towards the old grove. She felt the darkness there, a darkness that seemed to be growing slowly, moment by moment. She hoped that she wasn't too late, but as she approached the center, where an old gravel road had once been, she knew she was too late. She could smell the scent of sex upon the air, and it seemed she was no longer immune to its pull. Felicia found a dull ache spreading through her loins, annoying yes, but still very tolerable. Just ahead she saw a large wooden carriage, whatever beasts were meant to pull it were nowhere to be seen. But then Felicia saw the werewolves, saw them double teaming two of her orphans. As she got closer she could see that something had altered the teens, one had become a golden furred lycanthrope, and the other was a catgirl, colored an intense pink over chocolate skin, but she looked odd, strangely shiny. Her body squeaked where the wolves rubbed it. Like a feline blow up doll. "Calm down," the familiar voice of her guide said, "They're not hurt, they're having fun." "But they're... they're..." "Not human? Sweetie, neither are you. You've had five of your human charges transformed today, and four of them are into feline forms like your own. They look up to you, the admire you, the idolize you, they respect you. Is it any wonder that they want to be just like you?" Felicia couldn't think of a reply to the voice, so she picked up her pace. Just before she reached the grove itself, the door to the carriage opened, and out stepped a stunningly beautiful woman, and shortly followed by an equally stunning catgirl. The catgirl wore a heavy collar around her neck, connected by links of chain to a loop of leather in the... Felicia caught her scent. Despite her looks, the regally dressed woman wasn't human. She was as much of a werewolf as the four beastmen. Nor was she a she. The werewolf leader smelled masculine and feminine at the same time, much as poor Aaron did. Felicia found her gaze drifting towards the three werewolf coupling. It looked like fun, being sandwiched in between two large, powerful, softly furred, very well-endowed males. Felicia winced and focused on the werewolf alpha and her pet. The alpha stood a few inches taller than Felicia, her skin perfect and creamy, her hair golden and long, worn loose and combed to be absolutely perfect. A simple silken top covered her breasts and a portion of her arms, while a black leather miniskirt adorned her waist. She wore strange, strapped sandals upon her feet, with too many buckles and straps that Felicia saw no purpose to. Her pet was dressed in a simple top and loincloth and didn't seem to mind. Like Felicia the catwoman had pure, snow-white fur. But unlike Felicia it covered her entire body. The captive catgirl looked over the grove with her yellow, slit pupiled eyes, focusing upon the four wolves and their playmates. "Mmm... it looks like I'll be having company in the pet den, mistress." The feline purred. The alpha wolf chuckle and reached up, scratching the feline behind one ear before running her fingers through the mane of bright, radiant red hair. "Indeed you will, and we've only just started the day." The alpha said with a fanged grin. She clapped her hands loudly, "Enough fun, boys. Pack up your new toys. We're moving on." Felicia stepped into the clearing, "No," she growled, "They don't belong to you." The alpha grinned, sizing up Felicia, "Well well, another naked, transformed kitty-slut eager to service my wolves. Such a bountiful collection of whores that has been added to my realm today. Even if I decided to head home right now, I'd have more toys to play with than I acquired the last time Darkness reigned." "I'm not a slut!" the catwoman snarled. "You're walking around naked, I can smell that you've had sex recently, and all the other kitties here are busying themselves with carnal acts. So you're a slut until proven otherwise." The alpha said with a chuckle, "Now, step aside, pretty kitty, and let me collect my new playthings before I chase you up a tree." Felicia began walking forward, her fingers instinctively held spread, ready to use her claws at a moment's notice. "NO! You can't take them!" The alpha snorted, "Well, I can leave those three," she waved at Alec and Sammy in the bushes, and then nodded at Mirielle, whose latex belly was swollen with the sheer amount of seed from the two hyperphallic wolves, "But the loser was claimed by my wolves, and has been marked by me. The goddess' rules of combat say he, pardon, she is now a part of my realm." "What do the rules say about getting him back?" Felicia said as she approached, standing just far enough from the alpha and her feline pet. The alpha grinned, "You win a fight against a Baron or Baroness of Lady Gerrig's lands, and you can ask a boon of them, in lieu of a wish from the goddess. Of course the fight has to be entertaining, and that usually means..." she licked her lips and slunk behind her pet, gripping the catgirl's breasts, "Sex. Sometimes in the middle of the fight, but most often inflicted upon a defeated foe." Felicia began to walk forward once more, "Fine, I'll fight you, I'll win, and you'll give Aaron back and clear out of here and never come back." The alpha clicked her tongue, "No, my dear, that is two little favors. You'll have to win two fights. You'll have to defeat my pet and bodyguard, Ausha, first of all." The alpha werewolf removed the leash from her pet's collar, the red-haired catgirl grinning, her tail swaying from side to side, as if ready to pounce. The alpha grinned, showing that even with a human form, she still had wicked fangs, "And then you'll have to face me after my sweet kitten has worn you down." "And if I lose?" Felicia asked, stopping just before the pair. "If you lose, then my wish to the goddess will be that you become my gleeful and eager fucktoy." She said, holding out a hand, "Forgive my canine propensities, but I prefer to shake hands for an agreement of terms." Felicia nodded, "I accept your terms." She said, bowing her head. Or at least that was how the motion began. It ended with Felicia ramming the crown of her head into Ausha's muzzle. With a lightning fast motion she reached up and gripped the opposing catgirl by one ear, seized the alpha's hair with the other, and brought their heads together with a loud clonk. The impact sent both falling to the ground. "Ow! My nose!" Ausha whimpered, clutching her face. "Stop whining about your nose! I can't see, my vision is all full of spots, and I have fur on my eyeballs, AND a HEADACHE!" the alpha growled. "Well, it looks like I win." Felicia said with a giggle. "That's not fair!" the alpha protested, "You were supposed to wait until..." "Did I break any rules?" Felicia asked, grinning, her tail swaying with amusement. "No, but..." "No buts, you take your wolves, you get out of here, and you leave everyone alone." Felicia demanded, but that familiar voice coaxed her into something more. "Though I do have a few questions, like say how I can make it so people stop getting horny all the time for no reason around here, and how I can make my orphans stop turning into kitty people!" she demanded. "Well..." the alpha began.

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Title: Dot Cum Ch. 02 Tags: online As she stroked me she told me about how amazing it had felt when I came in her. She'd never had anyone do it before bareback and she told me the feeling of my cum filling her had sent her over the edge. I knew I'd cum a lot in her as between the buildup and my decision to hold off masturbating before I picked her up I was painfully full. I slipped my fingers down between her legs and slide two inside of her pussy. Pulling them out covered in our cum I moved them to her lips. At first she was surprised, seeing my cum on them, but curiosity turned to arousal as she closed her lips around my fingers and sucked the juices our combined juices off my fingers. Just when I was about to go back and repeat the experience she moved her hands past mine and did it herself. Her fingers sliding in and out, getting coated in cum, watching her play with herself was causing my erection to return faster than expected. Knowing she wanted to keep playing with her pussy I slide down lower so my cock was behind her pushing against her ass and pussy, her hands kept moving in and out as I listened to her breathing increase. I whispered in her ear, "Let me fill you", she moaned back, slipping her fingers out of her pussy and making room for me to fill her. I grabbed her hips and pulled forward, returning my cock into her wet cum filled pussy. She tried to push back against me, to force me to fuck her, but I had other ideas. Watching her play with herself was a huge turn on, especially given all the nights I had listened to her do it and imagined how good it would look. I slid my tongue across her neck and nibbled on her ear, whispering in it, telling her to play with her clit while I filled her. She slid her hands down and resumed working her clit, alternating between running her fingers over and around it and stroking her lips and my cock. I tried to limit my movement, making her do all the work. I wasn't ready to fuck yet, but being used as a dildo was definitely something I could handle, as each time she moved her hips and pushed back against me I buried myself deeper in her. Her movement was timed perfectly to the moans coming from her mouth, her fingers bringing her to the edge as I enjoyed the feeling of her pussy contracting around me. I reached down and gently smacked her ass as she fingered herself faster in anticipation of her orgasm. Her pussy was throbbing around my cock, which by this point was dripping precum inside her already full pussy. Her movements on me were making our cum leak out all over my cock and balls, and I could even feel it running down my legs. Her body went tense and she screamed out my name, her pussy squeezing my cock so hard I couldn't move. As she came down from her orgasm I went back to sucking on her neck and squeezing her tits, knowing she was still sensitive from her orgasm I decided to roll her onto her stomach and tease her gently. Sliding her to her side I made sure to keep my cock buried in her. Once she was on her stomach I sat up and began slowly thrusting deep in her. Her initial response was shock, but that was quickly replaced by ecstasy as I thrust myself in and our of her. My hands roaming over her ass, spreading it apart so I could see my cock head entering her over and over again. I slide my pinky between her cheeks, gently teasing her ass while I pushed into her. We'd discussed anal before, and while it was definitely on the table now was just time for me to test the waters and see what happened. My pinky slide into her ass, gently opening her up for what may happen later while my cock filled her. I felt her hands on my balls and realized she had returned to playing with herself while I fucked her. Having just cum I could usually last longer, but after making her cum inside her I was dying to fill her again. I began thrusting faster and faster, timing my fingers in her ass with my cock. Her moans increased, and I felt her fingers matching my pace. I was throbbing and new I was about to cum. Leaning down I moaned into her ear, telling her how close I was. She whispered back, begging me to fill her and that sent me over the edge. I pushed deep inside and let loose my 2nd load of the day, as I slowed my thrusting I felt her pussy contracting on me and she let out a deep moan and told me she was cumming. Our breathing was ragged after all this time so I laid down on top of her and we both feel asleep, our naked bodies intertwined and covered in cum. We'd wake up later, but that as well is another story.

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Title: Moon Over Marin by Arius_Ex Tags: Abuse, Avian, Fanfiction, M/F, M/M, Rape, Reptile, Romance, Tragedy, Violence (Not In Yiff) **Chapter One** This is the story of a man who lost everything and had no interest in getting it back. A small, frail, comatose little prick who let it all slip through his fingers one day and decided that was the end of it. And this little shit...well, you wouldn't believe it, but he still hasn't worked up the guts to kill himself yet. Yea, fancy that. When the counselor had asked him for names to put on his visiting list, he just crossed his arms and kept his fucking mouth shut. "You get ten names, Mr. Powalski," the middle-aged vixen informed him, sliding a clipboard and pen towards him from across her finely varnished desk. He stared at it for a few moments, ten equidistant black lines formed into two columns on pale white paper. He looked at it and wondered how easy it would be to cut fine gashes like that into both his wrists. Five on the left, five on the right. Maybe one across the neck just to keep it symmetrical. "Isn't there anyone," she asked, removing the thinly framed reading glasses from the bridge of her muzzle. Her eyes were a light blue that seemed to radiate against her slightly faded orange fur. There's a chain attached to the end of the pen, he thought. Maybe I can strangle myself with it. She'll probably rush over to stop me, though. "Maybe friends who might come and visit you?" She's thin, well-proportioned, but she doesn't seem like the type to body-build. Maybe a morning jog a few times a week, but that's it. A swift kick to the ovaries should send her to the floor pretty quickly. "Distant family? Or maybe an acquaintance?" I reach forward and press my fingertips into the clipboard, sliding it back towards her. She sighs and replaces her glasses, signing the bottom of the form where it says "Counselor's Signature". A manilla folder seems to appear out of nowhere and its filled to the brim with paperwork. She slips the form in with the rest of my file and adjusts it so it's sitting at a perfect right angle with the edge of the desk. "You know what this means, correct?" I tug at the chain that attaches my handcuffs to the ankle restraints. They're fine and polished and really compliment my dark purple jumpsuit. Another disappointed sigh escapes her lips and she presses the button on her intercom, eyeing me once more before calling the guard in. "He's done. You can take him now." Barely a week passes, and the old guard who always wreaks of brandy and cheap cigarettes comes by, rattling his truncheon against the bars of my cell. He grunts a brutal cough and waves the tip of his weapon at me. "Get up," he gruffs, "Visitor." Visiting will only be permitted during authorized hours on designated visiting days. Mondays and Wednesdays for A block. For B it's Tuesdays and Thursdays, and C gets Fridays and Saturdays. Sunday is reserved for the chaplain. He's at the farthest booth in the hall and I see him snickering through the bulletproof soundproof glass plating. The row guard hands me off to the area guard and he follows close behind me until I sit myself down. I don't even move to pick of the receiver. I just stare at him through six inches of reinforced glass. He picks up his and pinches it between his head and shoulder while he digs around inside of his jacket pockets. His blue eyes lock onto mine and he grins, motioning for me to pick up my receiver. He mouths the words "stop fucking around" as he pulls out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. Visits are to be conducted in an orderly manner and in accordance with all regulations. Violation of visiting rules will result in suspension of visiting privileges. I reach for the receiver with both hands because there isn't enough slack in the chain to let me do otherwise. "You look good in that jumpsuit," he scoffs. "It really sets off your eyes." Inmates must request changes to their visiting list through their respective counselor. It may take up to twenty (20) days for changes to take effect. "And those chains? Well, I think you already know, but I think that stuff is damn hot. Really." Visits will be thirty (30) minutes in duration. "You're into that sort of thing, right? Of course you are." An inmate may have one (1) visit per day. "Shit, I hope you are." "What the fuck are you doing here?" Falco pulls a cigarette from the pack and dangles it from the corner of his beak. "That's no way to talk to a visitor, Leon." A chrome lighter flips out from inside of his sleeve and he twirls it like a small baton in and out of the gaps between his fingers. "You've gotta sweet-talk me." The lighter seems to dance across his knuckles and with a flick of the wrist a small flame bursts out and latches onto the tip of his cigarette. "You've gotta make me feel like I'm floating on a fucking cloud. Leave me wanting more, wanting to come back, you know?" The cover on the lighter clamps shut and the flame suffocates within it. Suffocation. Too bad the pillows are too firm for that. "You're not on my list," I tell him. "I don't have anyone on my list." "I know," he replies calmly, putting his boot against the glass to tip his chair back onto its hind legs. He scans to his left and then gets caught staring at something to his right but there's a partition on my side of the glass. "Damn, did you see that ass," he asked, shooting a small puff of smoke from the side of his beak. "I'd fuck that in a heart beat." "They're probably looking over the sheet now," I explain. He's still eyeing whoever or whatever is across the room. "Yea, you're probably right." I start to speak but he pulls the receiver from the side of his head, holds it up over his head and points to it with his free hand, signaling for whoever or whatever is across the room with a lustful smirk. "I don't believe you." "Huh? What was that?" "I said, 'You're unbelievable.'" "And that's why you love me, babe." I take the receiver and press it to the glass, which is visiting area lingo for "Fuck you." He rolls his eyes and removes the cigarette from his mouth, twitching it between two fingers to kick off the remnants of ash. His boot slides off the glass, he dips forward, and a single blue finger presses up to the glass, which is visiting area lingo for "Give me one more chance." I put the receiver to my ear. We both lock eyes for at least a whole minute and he just smiles, sucking on his cigarette and blowing thick plumes of smoke between us. "Are you holding up okay?" "I can watch my ass." "Ooh, so can I." I move to hang up but he presses his hand against the glass, which I can only assume is visiting area lingo for "I'm the most pathetic piece of shit in the whole fucking room." "You can't have that many allies. I mean, considering what you're in for and all." "I don't need any." "Oh, come on. I've been on that side of the glass before, too. Don't kid me." "So?" "So I know what they do to guys like you. You've gotta start playing the politics, Leon. Join some fascist group or beat the shit out of a child molester or something. Prove you're a fucking man." "I'm going to hang up now." "Can I visit you again?" I let out an exasperated sigh and run my hand up the top of my head. "After they find out you aren't even supposed to be here, I doubt you'll be able to at all." "I can work something out," he says with a warm, inviting grin. "But I need to know that you won't just blow me off." All it takes is a twist of the arm and I can hang up. I can slam the receiver down on the wall and declare our conversation-our acquaintance-terminated. Void. Deceased. "Sure," I tell him. "Sure." He beams. "See you around, Powalski." I hang up the receiver and the room guard is signaled that my visit is over. **Chapter Two** "Hey," the sergeant gruffs. "Get up. Breakfast." He's a stout old mutt pushing the limits of middle age. His shirt bulges out from his belt line and he always has one thumb tucked in-between them as if he had to hold them in place. I always wondered if he ever had any family that he went home to on the weekends, and if they missed him, or if his kids had already grown up and never returned his calls. Maybe his wife had died years ago in a tragic accident and he still kept a wrinkled photograph of her in the wallet protruding like a cancer from his ass. He rattles his truncheon between the bars. "Hey. Get up. Breakfast." It was just that I never saw him leave. I was stationed to mop floors during work hours and every hour of every day he just paced the grated walkways and rattled his black truncheon between the bars. "Hey. Knock it off." "Hey. Keep the noise down." I'd never seen him too cross with anyone. The closes he ever came to expressing any kind of emotion was when the guards would congregate at the end of the hall. Someone would talk about a bar fight or one of the inmates who twitched whenever he was nervous. They would mime the way he squirmed whenever they lunged at him to get him riled up. A few of them would roar with laughter, but the sergeant just grinned and shook his head. "You hear me in there? I said, 'Get up.'" I sit myself up and plant my feet firmly on the floor. The cell they have me in is small, maybe about seven feet wide and a few more feet deep. I'm poor at judging distances. There's a tin sink and a tin shitter and a small plastic mirror made of safety glass. Some inmates have posters up on the walls. I don't. The sergeant grumbles something about laziness and then shuffles to the next cell. There are a few moments of relative silence before I hear the familiar sound of his truncheon clanging against the bars. "Hey. Get up. Breakfast." Everything in prison is what is for a reason. Take your silverware for example. No knives, nothing sharp. Not even a fork. I could understand not giving out knives. That was obvious. But forks? As it turns out someone managed to plant those puny little tongs into someone's carotid artery in a fit of rage. So that was the end of that. Now we use sporks. They herd us down the side of the mess hall where we're given our meals and then it's up to us to sit down and finish it. I look out over the throngs of deep purple coveralls and polished aluminum meal trays and seek out the most distant table. The one that everyone avoids. The one with the seats that are on the verge of collapsing and the rusted unfinished edges. I sit there because to sit anywhere else would require some kind of loyalty oath. Sometimes it takes more than that, but I'll let you fill in the blanks yourself. But for me it's not as simple as pledging allegiance to a person, place, or species. Because of the nature of my crime I'm an outcast. That old saying about "honor amongst thieves" or something like that, well, it's true in some respects. There are certain things that even criminals find reprehensible. Oddly enough, these things generally don't bring with them life sentences. Except, of course, in my case. There are discussions going on about it all the time. Abuses in the prison system by guards, by inmates, by whoever or whatever. Everyone has their own agenda and everyone is looking to benefit. They want their security camera contracts, their group therapy funding, or a Bible in every cell. There's always something. And I'm stuck in the middle of it. I'm the scapegoat that everyone brings out of the back room. People's exhibit A: the poor, defenseless chameleon who's serving life. Society rejects him. The inmates reject him. He deserves to be punished in peace. It just never made any sense to me. Prison isn't Summer camp. It's not some daily seminar or a field trip to the basketball court. It's raw and it's brutal and it's degrading but it's justice. I'm here because I'm responsible. I can't bring her back. **Chapter Three** There's never enough shade on the roof and for that I'm glad. There's never enough light inside where you spend most of the day. The windows are tall and monstrous but they're facing north and south. It's as if they hadn't planned on installing windows at all until they began to run short on concrete. "Fuck it. Just throw some glass in those gaps or something." The sky is clear and seems brighter than normal. Maybe it's just the fact that now I'm only able to see it for an hour a day. I'm not sure. But the sunlight warms my blood and that's usually enough of an energy boost to keep me running for the rest of the day. I sit myself down on an old set of wooden bleachers across from the basketball court, just next to the weights. The boards are warped from being out during the rainy season and small chips of wood stick out from the edges. I take one between two fingers and pry it off, rolling the brittle timber between them. A few other inmates are sitting on the far end as well. One of them peers over their heads and gives me a quick once-over. He's a wallaby. Maybe a few inches taller than me but it's difficult to tell. I recognize him from C Block because one of the other inmates mopping floors with me a few days back pointed him out. "That's Roger," coughed the weasel. "He'll slit your fucking throat." Then we went back to mopping. Even in the lowest ranks of society there's some kind of social order. Here, Roger was big, but he wasn't the only one. He had his gang and he had some sway with the rest of the inmates but he was far from being without competition. There were the fascists to deal with, the panthers from D Block, and the anarchists, who for reasons I had yet to figure out actually had a leader of sorts. Roger's was the remnants of some large urban gang that had stirred up a little too much trouble with the authorities. The members who got sent here grouped up and just started another turf war like they had outside. It made you wonder if they were really after the power or if they just enjoyed the conflict. I did my best to avoid them, just like everyone else. There's was an exclusive club. You couldn't just hop in and get a pat on the back and a cigarette. If you wanted favors or you wanted to be left alone, often times you had to play politics. They had their sphere of influence, and if you ever found yourself inside of it, well, sometimes it's better to be a footstool than a doormat. The alarm chimes. It's loud enough to do ear damage and it means that recreation time is up. I stand and pat the dust and bits of bench off of my coveralls and follow the rest of the inmates inside, careful to keep my distance. "You've got quite a cell here, Leon," he whistles, sucking in a large breath only to shoot a plume of smoke in my direction. "Not a lot of color, though. Kind of dreary, if you ask me." He's lying on my bed, one leg cocked up and folded over the other, a wing behind his head and another tapping the end on his cigarette into an empty soda can he must have brought with him. He tips his sunglasses up onto his forehead and his eyes creep up my body without any hesitation. "That jumpsuit really suits that body of yours. Have you been working out?" "I can't work out," I tell him, leaning up against the far wall. "Gang territory." Falco grunts and nods his head. He's wearing a deep red jacket over a deep blue t-shirt and his jeans look dirty as he sits up and plants his feet over the side of the bed. He moves the soda can/ash tray between his boots and taps the smoldering end of his cigarette into the opening as he speaks. "I told you that you had to make them notice you. Did you try joining a fascist group?" There's a guard posted at each end of the block. One patrols up and down the block as well. Security cameras cover every angle of every door in every room. "Beat up a child molester yet?" I can't even sneeze without somebody telling me to keep the noise down. "Just don't end up as somebody's bitch, okay? They might sweet-talk you with all of this 'lubby-dubby' bullshit but in the end all they're interested in is the sex. It's a really hollow relationship." "I'm sure you'd know all about that." He grins and presses the whole of his cigarette into the can. "Well, that's what my bitch always told me, at least." Picking up his little ashtray he stands and makes his way over to me. I'm waiting for a guard to walk by or one of the inmates to see but there's nobody. Even the cell door is open. Maybe he's some kind of apparition, or some hallucination. He stops a few feet away from me and his smell drifts past my nostrils. I can see the well-defined curves of his chest and stomach and a small tuft of feathers is sticking up from the neck of his t-shirt. My eyes lock onto his and he just smiles at me as if we had just swapped confessionals or something. I hear the air conditioning kick in but his tall frame is blocking the cold from me. For the first time in a long time I feel comfortably warm. "Well, I guess I have to split," he says, tipping his sunglasses forward. I spot my reflection in the lenses and he must notice me studying myself through them. "Always watching out for ya, babe," he smirks, patting my cheek and then making his way towards the open cell door. He grips the bars on either side and leans his body forward, scanning side to side briefly before he catches me staring at him. I hug my arms across my chest and try to play it off. "Don't blink," he tells me. "Or you might miss everything." He points towards the mirror over my sink and by the time I'm looking into it he's vanished, the cell door slamming shut behind him. **Chapter Four** We had a small bathroom attached to the master bedroom. That's where she spent most of her time. I watched her from the bed as she examined herself in the mirror. She would check her hair and then her eyes and then her teeth and on down as I lied naked on my stomach with the sheets below me. She runs her hands across her white-furred cheeks, her slim neck and shoulders while I watch, silent and marveling because I can't understand how any of it ended up like this. Gloria. She leaves the counter overpopulated with beauty products. I thousand perfumes and a thousand shades of blush and eye liners and conditioners and scissors and tweezers. "Leon," she shouts, knocking the tall and short bottles around, a few of them tumbling down onto the bathroom floor beneath her. "Have you seen my masking creme?" And masking creme. She has masking creme. I ask her why she needs it and she just turns and frowns at me, which always makes me smile because it seems impossible for her to appear any less beautiful than when she's happy. "I found this...this blemish or whatever. I just want to patch it up before I forget." You're not a fucking pair of slacks, I tell her. You don't need to "patch yourself up". "But it's a big one," she pouts. " A big nasty one and it'll show when I'm wearing my new dress." I tell her I love her blemishes. I love all of the nasty shit that appears on her body. She rolls her eyes and shuts the light off in the bathroom, tying her crimson robe across her body before she lies down on her side of the bed. I shuffle my way over there and drape one hand onto her petit little stomach, her tiny vixen waist and she shifts her large flowing tail so that it's not brushing up against my manhood. "Don't you ever put on pants?" I inch closer and rest my head in the nook of her shoulder, tracing circles over her waist and stomach with my fingers. By now her perfume has worn off and her natural smell begins to emerge. She smells like vanilla except it's bitter in the back of the throat when you inhale it too deeply. She shivers and tells me my fingers are like ice as I slip them in under her robe, running them across the short, smooth fur of her stomach. The fur turns white at the base of her neck and it's like a sheet of ice that runs down between her breasts and down to her groin. The rest of her is a light brown, maybe a cinnamon with a hint of red that offsets her bright green eyes. I wrap my arm across her waist and pull her close to me, the warmth she gives loosening my blood and exciting my senses. She sighs and starts to loosen the belt on her robe. "I swear. It's as if all you think about is sex." The robe drapes off to her sides and she spreads her legs. My body must be cold because I can feel the warmth emanating off of her. It hits my face and my chest and my legs like a soft caress and the closer I get to her warmth the better it feels. I'm already hard and I press myself into her slowly and she starts to quiver, twisting her waist until she becomes more comfortable with my size. "Just let me know when you're done, okay?" I pull myself out until just the head is inside of her and then I thrust my waist into hers. There's a short burst of a breath that escapes from between her lips. It's all the encouragement I need. I love the way your legs are small but not too small. They're the perfect size. I told myself that when I met you, when you sat down next to me and you asked me what I was reading. Bukowski, I told you, and you said how sad and depressed that man always made you feel, and how you couldn't stand him. That he was rubbish. I only laughed and I told myself that it shouldn't be too difficult to find something like that about you. And for the next six months I tried. I tried to hard to find something about you that made me want to write like him. Something that could make me feel hollow and miserable so I could pen up a damning poem about you and how you're a spider, a roach, a stray cat with mange and I would title it "Gloria." But there was nothing. Because every time I thought of you all I saw were your legs, your brown hair that rolls so lightly across your shoulders, your white chest fur and your breasts that shook ever so slightly as I made love to you. "Just let me know when you're done, okay?" **Chapter Five** Every night after Falco had visited me, there seemed to be something waiting for me. It would be late at night and the guards would have already shut the lights off in my block, only a dim sliver of moonlight making its way in through the large windows. I would fall into bed and hear the unfamiliar crumple of paper beneath my pillow. \_and remember the old dogs who fought so well: Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun. if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.\_ I carried them with me. Every morning I would read the one he left for me that night again and again and again until the old sergeant waddled up to the front of my cell and smacked his truncheon against the bars. "Hey. Get up. Breakfast." Then I would fold it up, and throughout the whole day I would feel it pressed up against my chest, underneath my coveralls. It was an escape. It kept me sane. You don't know how much just a simple letter can mean to you until that's all you have to remind yourself that there's a world outside of the cage you're locked in. I would read it several times a day, whenever the slightest part of me felt the urge to, and every time I would find something that I hadn't seen before. A new escape. A new creation. And sometimes others-the ones who normally made a note to avoid me for fear of being associated with my kind-would climb up the back of the warped old wooden benches and ask, "Hey, is that a letter?" "Yea." "Who'd you get it from?" I'd pause for a moment. "A blue-winged guardian angel." "Got any sexy stuff in it?" "There's a hooker named Georgia who hates pantyhose." "She get porked by the end?" "...No." After that they usually stop bothering me. He never sent me the juicy ones. Not that they were meant for that, but when you're stuck like we are the closest you can get to a woman is that six inches of reinforced glass, and only then for thirty (30) minutes once a day. I've seen guys jerk off to grime that looked vaguely like a clitoris because that was all they had. But there was always a new one. Every night when I fell back into bed at the end of the routine-that "get up and do nothing" malaise that can drive you mad in a week-and that poem was faded on that crumpled, sweaty piece of paper, there was a new poem on a new crisp sheet of paper set carefully beneath my pillow. And, like the sun, it was enough to get me through the next day. *a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods. why is this?* He never told me how he did it or why. And after a few days it didn't matter to me anymore. As long as there were poems in the evening there was hope in the morning and that was all that mattered. None of the inmates seemed to notice that he had been inside the block itself that day, and no one said anything about anyone leaving. The guards never talked about security breaches or started shake-ups. They just went about their business, gathering at the ends of the halls and talking about shit-faced women they met in bars and how ridiculous their sex had been. And then they would all hold their guts and laugh and pat each other on the backs while the sergeant just grinned and shook his head. One morning after breakfast I went to the custodian's store room to find another inmate had taken my supplies. "You're done here," he told me and pointed down the hall. "You're in laundry now." It's a long, hollow room just behind the wall that separates the blocks from the main offices of the prison. Twelve industrial washing machines line one wall. Eight dryers line the other. In between them is a great basket where all of the dirty bed sheets are thrown, and next to that is a large series of grated shelves where we place the clean laundry, neatly folded and tied into bundles of eight (8) bed sheets or twelve (12) pillowcases. I enter on the far side and the noise from all of the machinery is deafening. But above the clamor another inmate, my partner, hollers to me and motions for me to meet him over by a large stack of sheets he's made up in the corner. His name is Ethan, a frail young border collie who tells me where to stand and how to fold each sheet into a perfect rectangle like it shows on the diagrams they have drilled up on the walls. Fold lengthwise, then along the width, and then repeat a few times. It's too simple not to get but he watches me in silence until he's certain that I can do it on my own. Once I get a pile of the correct amount I reach for the roll of twine that's attached to the shelves. The string is precut so that it's barely long enough to fit around the bundle, and still short enough to ensure that nobody can make a noose out of it. "It means they trust ya," he tells me. "Letting you handle the string and all. Guess it's just a bit too tempting for some people." I tug on the small strand of rope to test it's strength and it snaps almost immediately. We work for about a half an hour without either of us saying another word. The pile that we have set up for the day is large and only gets larger when another load is brought in during the afternoon. Ethan steps aside and starts loading them into the washers as I tie off my fortieth bundle and place it on the shelves. "I've heard about you, Powalski," he shouts over the roar. I stop what I'm doing and I watch him as he makes his way around the shelves, eyeing me between the piles of folded sheets. "Maybe you don't know, but you're pretty famous around here." He stops once he makes it to my side and leans up against the shelves, darting his finger through the twine and sheets as he talks to me. "I feel sorry for you. I really do. Because, you know, we're all in here for something. We all did something dastardly and all that. But you..." He snickers and shakes his head. "In cold blood, that was." His eyes are bright green and they pierce into me. "They didn't show you no mercy over there at the trial, did they? Well it's the same around here. Most of us have someone like that on the outside." He takes a step closer. "They come and visit us and even the best of us get all mushy inside when we see em." Another step. "That's why we can't tolerate what you did." He's right up against me and he grabs the neck of my coveralls. He's only a bit taller than me but he manages to lift me off the ground all the same. I grab onto his hand and it's ice cold. "You've got a sick fucking head, you know that?" He grunts and tosses me into the concrete wall. I crash into it with a thud and manage to land on one knee and keep myself from falling over, the pain piercing through my back like a hatchet but then he rushes up to me and plants his foot right in my gut. I groan and double over on the floor, gripping my stomach and I feel the bile start to creep up the back of my throat. He kneels over me. "Worthless piece of shit." Rising to his feet he turns, running a hand over the top of his head and letting out a hiss of a sigh. I start to get up but then he wheels around, and with a shrill yell he kicks me across the jaw. My head reels and there's a popping sound and I cry out. My mouth clenches shut and I press my hands against it as if to suffocate the pain. My legs curl up to my chest and I feel a torrent of fresh blood begin to flow over my tongue and down my throat. I gag but that just makes my stomach hurt even worse. I'm lying like a pitiful aborted fetus on the cold concrete floor and he struggles to slow his breathing, grabbing a handful of sheets and tossing them onto me. "Get the fuck back to work." **Chapter Six** I duck down so that I can see myself in the small plastic mirror above my sink while I turn the hot water nozzle as far as it can go. There's a large lavender bruise forming along my lower jaw that stands out like a fucking neon sign against my scales. It's sensitive to the touch so I try to tongue at it from the inside to see if it feels the same. It does. The water is like ice when I finally run my hand under the faucet. I cup my hands and let a good amount of it build up before splashing it all against me. It spreads across my face and runs down my neck and finally begins to soak into my lavender coveralls, into the tapestry of bumps and abrasions and cuts and gashes and burns and scabs and numbness. After a few weeks it had gotten to the point where I couldn't muster up the will to even bother checking the progress on them all. Unless something really started to shit up my senses I just left it alone. They never healed all the way, but that was how I wanted it. Every scar became a checkmark on the wall. Think of my torso, my legs, my arms, my face as just a giant calendar. Every day has a mark, a story, a legacy. Inside the mirror my twin reflection traces a large, deep gash that's just begun to heal over. He's gentle because he knows that if he presses too hard the blood will just seep back through. He runs an idle finger over the small crevice that peeks out just over his eyes like a small mountain ridge. January 12. Mess hall. He walks down between the rows of other inmates until a foot collides with his ankle, he begins to fall, and an elbow in his back guides him so that his forehead makes sweet contact with the corner of the table. My body is a giant PDA where I keep track of all my important dates. February 15. Laundry Room. Ethan finds out that his wife has been sleeping around with one of his old friends from the workshop. I have my back to him as I unload a pile of sheets from the dryer. He comes over, tells me what happened and then pulls a broom from the corner and beats me across the back with it until his arms get sore. Then he explains how I'm the reason why this is happening, how what I did has effected him emotionally, spiritually. All this while he plants his foot into my ribs, my face, my arms, legs, groin, ass, whatever's convenient for him at the time. He gives a compelling argument, and then when the end of the week rolls around I'm counseled because I'm not getting enough laundry done. I can't blame him. I might have done the same thing. When you're stuck inside, time doesn't stop. I mean, it does in your head, and you figure that when you manage to get out that everything will just go back to what it was. It's what keeps you going, what helps you to pass the time. You remember everything good about your life on the outside because everything that used to get you riled up just doesn't seem that important anymore. Suddenly you realize all of the things you were missing out on and you can' wait to step out of those gates with a fresh suit and tie. Only it's never like that. Ever. And maybe that's part of the reason it happens the way it does. People leave, and then a few months later they're back looking worse than before. They can't get a job, all of their would-be friends have distanced themselves, found others to associate with. Their wives, girlfriends, they've become the harlots they were in the first place. Friends, co-workers, acquaintances. All of them become potential partners in the blink of an eye. I'm here to give them something to vent their frustrations on. I'm the recipient of every death threat that would have gone to their significant other. I'm the punching bag that shouts back. The one that begs you to stop. The one that bleeds and breaks and groans underneath your fist, your foot, your elbow, your knee, your whatever. I'm the counselor's assistant. You tell her what she wants to hear because she's the one who gets you out on parole. Who tells the review board that you're rehabilitated, that you're cured, that you've found religion. Jesus. Buddha. Mohammed. Whoever. And then you come to me. I'm the one who hears your real problems. I'm the one who sees you burn with rage, who sees your face riddled with sloppy tears as you drag my face across the asphalt. You tell me about your loves, your hates, your ambitions, your fears, all while you slam your fist into my stomach until I'm vomiting blood. You tell me your sins and I give you your salvation in the form of teeth, skin, blood, bile, unconsciousness. I am your Christ. Your Messiah. Your Satan. I'm the reason why your wife is leaving you. I'm the reason why your kids stopped writing you. I'm the reason you're forced to pay child support. I'm the reason why your family avoids you. No one else. Just me. They say that Christ died the most demeaning and humiliating of deaths because it would save us all. Maybe it's the same with me. Maybe if I die in here like this, one of these days, they'll just let everyone go. The cell doors will open and then they'll never close. Everyone will be free. Including me. **Chapter Seven** "Now, I want you all to close your eyes," the middle-aged counselor told the group with a comfortable smile. Our chairs were assembled in a small circle in the middle of her office. Six inmates in lavender coveralls with handcuffs and chains attaching their wrists and ankles to prevent them from doing anything but shuffling their feet across the floor. With a guard posted just outside of her office, she studied us from behind her thin-rimmed glasses, allowing her eyes to fall on each of us individually for a few moments. To remind us that we were people. We were inmates, and we were all guilty, but we were people all the same and deserved respect. I tug at the chain that connects my wrists to my ankles as I hear the guard outside of her office lurch out a wet cough into his shoulder. "I want you all to close your eyes," she repeats. The other inmates eye each other and then one by one they let themselves slip into her grasp. I'm the only one still watching the counselor and she looks at me and cocks her head a bit to the side. "It's okay. You can do it." Early on in my adult life I had come to the conclusion that all shrinks were also crooks, gypsies, liars. People who made a living making up phobias and cures that required years of intense mental therapy that only they could provide. Kind of the same way a car mechanic will rattle off a thousand different problems that the engine has. Problems that need to be fixed immediately. Parts that need to replace without hesitation. And you should always trust your mechanic. "Please." She smiles and nods. I give up and close my eyes, an act which receives a soft, aggravated sigh. "Now, I want you to take a deep breath. Envision the air coming in through your nostrils, slowly traveling down your throat and into your lungs. And then as you exhale through your mouth, the air travels out of your system along with all of your tension." The others in the group emit an awkward hiss like an oxygen tank somewhere has sprung a leak. "Again." I want to ask her how much she gets paid to teach us how to breathe, but I'm too busy trying to follow her instructions. "Now, allow your whole body to relax. Concentrate on the muscles in your forehead first. Relax them. Then move to the other muscles in your face. Focus on each one individually and allow it to relax, making your way down to your neck, your shoulders, your chest and your back, your stomach, all the way down to the tips of your toes. Feel all of the tension in your body escape through your pores, through your breath, through the tips of your fingers and the tips of your toes and the end of your tail." The scam doesn't lie in the fact that the process doesn't work. It does. If you try to relax you will relax. I would bet money that each of these guys has done this very process on his own at least once in his lifetime. But since she has a PhD she must know something about it that the rest of us don't. Right? "Now, imagine that you are on a long, endless stretch of shoreline. The sun is bright and hot against your body and heats the sand between your toes. The ocean is a pure, clear blue and the waves crash in perfect symmetry along the shore." I twirl my thumbs around each other and wait for the session to be over. "It's midnight, and you're standing on the street in a large metropolis. The neon signs glow in the night, and all around you are thousands of people going about their business. You don't move, you don't speak to anyone. You take it all in. The sights. The smells. The sounds." None of them can remember what it's like to simply exist. They can't remember what it feels like to just blend into a crowd and not have someone watching you. Not having to watch yourself. To just drift along in space and let the world take care of itself. "And now you turn and start to walk." Even I'm starting to have trouble. "And you disappear into the crowd." It's mid-afternoon, and when they release us up onto the roof for recreation he's sitting on the top of the warped wooden bleachers in his jacket and shirt and dirty jeans, a lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his beak, and when he sees me coming in with the rest of the crowd he smiles and waves me over. Some of the inmates around me begin to talk amongst themselves as I limp towards him, my June 21st abrasion on my right thigh starting to give me some trouble. He notices the awkward steps by the time I'm around three fifths of the way there and jumps down onto the asphalt. "You look like you got hit by a fucking truck," he tells me under his breath, eyeing the small crowd of inmates who've gathered around the basketball court. "That would have been nice." He sets me down on the top bleacher and sits to my left, straddling the one just below it. Neither of us speaks for a few minutes while he just studies me from behind his well-polished sunglasses. The smile has all but faded from his expression. "I didn't find anything under my pillow last night," I tell him, rubbing at a sharp pain that's starting to surface at the base of my neck. August 8th. Falco pulls a piece of paper from the inside of his jacket and lifts his sunglasses up onto his skull, squinting against the sunlight as he reads. *I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles chinese puzzles blocks wires pieces that finally fit into some order. she works it out mathematically she solves all her puzzles and believes ultimately in a better world.* "I don't know what you see in this stuff," he says with a smirk. I grab the paper and he lets it slip from his fingers without any resistance. As I begin to read it silently I feel him shift so he's facing the recreation field, lean back against the top bleacher and reach one wing around my waist. My blood starts to warm as I savor every word, his wing tugging at my waist, pressing against my ass and pulling me close so that his head is resting against my side. He pulls his sunglasses back down over his eyes. \_ her teeth are snaggled and she wears loose shapeless coveralls over a body most women would wish they had.\_ "He's so depressing," he tells me as he nuzzles into my side. "No wonder you like him. He's just like you." *for many years she irritated me with what I considered her eccentricities- like soaking eggshells in water (to feed the plants so that they'd get calcium). but finally when I think of her life and compare it to other lives more dazzling, original and beautiful* I almost say something to him. I almost speak. But then his arm retreats and he sits up. A small group of inmates is making its way towards us. I recognize Ethan in the back and up in front is the wallaby named Roger. "Friends of yours," Falco asks me, taking his sunglasses off and placing them next to me. I shake my head. "Interesting." The group stops and the bottom of the bleachers but Roger takes a few steps up. Falco is slipping a cigarette between his lips and as he cups his lighter with one hand and lights it Roger asks me, "Who's your friend?" Falco places the lighter next to his sunglasses and stands. He easily towers over Roger but the wallaby doesn't seem to be bothered. "Haven't seen you around before, bird." "Funny. Because I've seen plenty of you." "I'd be wary of hanging around the likes of Powalksi. He tends to attract unwanted attention." "You don't say." "Just step aside. You'll see what I mean." Roger leans to the side and shoots me a sadistic grin. Then all of a sudden Falco puts his hand on Roger's chest and forces him down the bleachers. "Oh, hah, I see," Roger laughs, stumbling back into the group of inmates that had started to collect around the commotion. "Think you've got a little claim on him, don't you? Sorry to tell you, pal, but I'm afraid he's taken." I hear Falco suck in a deep breath, sending a large plume of smoke into Roger's muzzle. His face sours up and he starts to cough, which gets a bit of a laugh from the crowd. "You son of a bitch," he growls as Falco grins and looks back at me as if he felt he was somehow detached from the whole situation unfolding before him. "He seems like a nice enough guy." I try to warm him, but as soon as he turns back around Roger has a fist waiting for him. There's a crack and Falco's head pivots to the side, his cigarette dodging under a nearby fence. "How's that," Roger hisses between breaths, his eyes gleaming with rage. "You fucking faggot!" Falco brings a wing up under his beak and cracks his neck, a slight sneer creeping up his lip and he turns and thrusts his head forward and lands a hard peck into one of Roger's eyes. The wallaby yelps and leaps back against the crowd, a stream of blood spurting from behind the one hand pressed firmly over the side of his face, the other side frozen in shock. "Jesus fucking Christ," he shouts, a blood dripping out from between his fingers. "What the...fuckin'...what the fuck did you do?!" Falco takes a few steps towards him, moving like a ghost, a man without a conscience. As if the decisions he was making had no effect of anything. Roger pushes back against the crowd only they won't let him leave. This is their therapy. My therapy. There's a small bit of blood on the tip of his beak. He reaches up with one wing and rubs it off and locks his pale blue eyes onto Roger's and pulls his hand from his face. The trembling wallaby doesn't even resist him as the avian studies the shriveled mass of organ that's bleeding down his face with a sort of childlike curiosity. Or when he takes one of Roger's stained, crimson fingers and slides it into his mouth, letting out a soft moan as he twists his tongue around it, sucking off the traces of fresh blood in his fur. "Get...get the fuck away from me!" Roger finally manages to yelp, his voice cracking as he clamors over the inmates behind him to escape. The shrill sound of the siren bursts through the commotion, the gates sliding open, the crowd dispersing as if somehow disappointed at the outcome, Roger retreating back to his group of loyal followers. "Bye, honey," Falco hollers at Roger before he jumps back up the bleachers and begins to collect his sunglasses, a smug little grin on his soft face. The poem is crumpled and sweaty in my palms as he slips sunglasses back over his eyes. He pauses and the two of us just stare into each other for a few moments. Something about him is calming and familiar. Something about him reminds me of her. Gloria. "Shouldn't you be heading back," he asks me. I stand up and slip the poem into my coveralls. As I start to make my way down the bleachers I feel him grip my arm and wheel me around, and before I can even ask what he wants he leans forward and I feel him press his lips against mine. A shiver rolls down my spine and I can feel the blood rush through my body like lightning as he presses his tongue against my teeth, his saliva sweet with the faint, bitter tinge of Roger's blood. His hand brushes against my cheek and he breaks the kiss and smiles. "See you around, babe." **Chapter Eight** It was a year before. Or some time around then. I was stirred awake in the middle of the night. I'm not sure exactly what it was, but at the moment all that interested me was getting back to sleep. Turning over onto my other side I found a mass of sheets and an empty pillow, a small crack of light creeping up across the doorframe of the bathroom. The dull red light from where the cordless telephone should have been. I wasn't bothered. At some point in a relationship you just stop giving a shit. It's not that you don't care, but, well, you don't. At least not about the same kind of stuff that you will a decade down the road. But I had noticed a shift, a defined change in direction. Though nothing seemed out of the ordinary I could feel something crawling beneath the surface like a worm under the skin. Like an ingrown hair. My feet sunk into the carpet as I crept around the end of the king-sized bed, past the dresser and up towards the doorway. The cold air seeps out from beneath the door, from the small crack where the vanilla tiling meets the carpet and sends a shiver down my spine. I'm not wearing any clothes and that always seemed to bother her on some level. It's like when you go to someone's funeral and you wear a flashy tie. It's not like you went in a fucking clown costume but you can tell that it bothers people. You make out muffled conversations about it but no one ever addresses it directly. You just see them fidget uncomfortably whenever you're nearby. My hand reaches the doorframe and I gingerly lean forward to peer through the small crack. The fluorescent lights sting my eyes and I hear one end of a conversation. "Oh, yea, that's it, fuck me." She's sitting on the toilet but the seat is down and when she shifts her small, petit cheeks on it you can see the moisture in the air condense on top of it. The cordless phone is pressed against her ear, against her muzzle, and as she whispers sweet sounds of lustful sex into the receiver two fingers plunge in and out of her like twin pistons. "Oh, God, that feels so fucking good." She's hammering her fist up against her clit in unison with her short, panicked breaths. Her hair is matted and a little disorganized but it still glows like gold in the light. She closes her eyes and clenches her teeth and I hear things come out of her mouth that I only hear in my dreams. "Harder, yea...fuck me." It could be anyone. The car mechanic. Some celebrity. Or maybe some stranger she's never met. It makes no difference to me and I'm sure it doesn't make a difference to her, either. It's the same clit. The same dick. The same fingers and the same feeling. My erection pulses between my legs. I grip it with one hand and press my lips against my bicep as I start to stroke. This is magic in the making and I'm not about to miss out. "Harder, baby, harder." She starts to accelerate and so I do. She doesn't mention any names but then again she never does. My breath quickens and my hips buck into my fist as she grunts and hisses her raunchy passions into the cordless telephone. I'm a silent witness to her slowly advancing orgasm. "Ah, oh yea....ah baby." I close my eyes and hear her soft, panicked voice as it begins to rise in expectation. I feel her breath as mine bounces back into my face. In my head I'm pressing her against the seat, groping her ass and feeling the moisture on the polished plastic. Her legs are spread around my waist as I begin to ravage her, send her into fits of passion that she never knew she could have. My tongue runs across my own arm but it's her soft breast, her neck and as I bite into it she squeals. "Yes, oh...ah!" My body tightens and twitches as we both reach our climax simultaneously. Her back is arched and my cock is spilling a seemingly endless flow of juice into her belly. My hand. The door. The carpet and portions of the tile. We both struggle to cath our breath and I bury my face into her bosom. My arm. My shoulder. And slowly she leans forward, her lips just barely grazing my cheek and she whispers faintly into my ear - into the receiver. "That was amazing." It felt good to rinse off at the end of the day. The only time when I could truly experience the joy of hot water. It was only for a few minutes but it had become a sort of ritual, a kind of rebirth in which I would cleanse myself in preparation. Because after each evening shower break I would return to find another of Falco's gifts underneath my pillow. Think tooth fairy, but, you know, without the pixie dust. I ran the soap across the front of my chest and watched the suds ebb and flow over the scars that ran across the front of my body. The August 4th caning. The July 27th assault that cracked one of my ribs. And the July 13th laceration where Ethan managed to patch up a very impressive piece of rope with small weights and a few thumbtacks. You have to give him points for creativity. But it was Falco's sudden appearance on the recreation field that was really on my mind. It was the first time he had actually interacted with someone other than myself, effectively trashing my hallucination theory. He had given Roger a serious injury, and word around the cell block was that his eye was done for. Part of me felt sorry for the young wallaby. I'm sure if he'd known the way Falco does his fighting - like a complete madman - he might have taken a minute to think things through. We aren't always gifted with that kind of foresight, however. My hand twists the hot water nozzle further and the steam begins to fill the tiled corridor. Through the polished chrome on the water valves I see the distorted figure of a lone security guard patrolling from the towel area. I was the only inmate who had decided to take advantage of the showers this evening, which, while unusual, probably allowed him to slack off just a little. Everyone deserves a break every one in a while, I tell myself, a small grin creeping up my lip. The soap runs across my waist and for a brief moment I see Falco pressed up against my side. There was a warmth about him then that I hadn't seen or felt in anyone before. And then a flash, a pain against my back and I'm pinned up against the cold and slippery tile that lines the walls. There's a form that's pressed up against me and he has my arms pinned behind my back. A shoulder is rammed in between my shoulder blades and my back and I wince at the pain. He brings his muzzle up next to my ear and sure enough there's a large black eye patch over his right socket. "Hey there, Powalski." He grabs my wrists and presses them together behind my back. I don't struggle. It's just not worth it. I hear the crunching sound of a zip-tie and feel the sharp plastic dig into my flesh. I eye the chrome reflection for the guard but he's nowhere to be seen. "Your fucking tit friend thinks he's ace, does he?" His breath wreaks of cigarettes and absinthe. "Hopping in and out of here and fucking with the rest of us." One of his hands presses the side of my face into the tile as the other holds my wrists against the small of my back. "How's he get in here? Tell me." Immediately I think of all of those cheesy spy movies where the dashing secret agent refuses to give up the top secret documents or some shit. But he has secret compartments and some kind of freaking laser watch or a grappling hook. He's never naked, zip-tied, and being pressed against the wall by an equally naked wallaby who has a vendetta against his queer avian friend. "You've got a lot of fucking nerve to hold out on me like this, Powalski," he growls, forcing his whole weight into me and lifting up my tail. "But if you wanna be someone's bitch that badly..." I try to remove myself from the situation. There's a long stretch of beach, bronze sand and perfect blue ocean. I'm on that beach and I'm dragging a bleached piece of driftwood from the waves to add to my collection. I'm not whimpering into a cold tile wall as Roger murrs and presses himself deeper into me. There's an endless downtown street and the neon lights glow like a thousand stars that fell from the sky and came to rest on the sides of run-down buildings. I'm wearing my best suit, and even though I may have just lost one of the biggest games of seven card stud I have warm comfort of smooth alcohol running through my bloodstream. I drift through the crowds like a phantom. I don't hear the sickening slap every time Roger's crotch comes into contact with the base of my tail. I don't feel myself getting torn apart from the inside, or hear his low grunts and soft moans as he begins to grow slick inside of me. I'm a thousand feet above the clouds. I'm ten thousand feet below the surface of the ocean. I'm lying next to Gloria and she has her satin robe on and she fusses with me as I rest my head on her torso. She tells me how I'm such a baby and how I could never make it alone. I smile and I laugh because I know she's right and that at the same time she's completely wrong. I'm lying curled with my knees up against my chest on the small cot in my cell. There's a presence behind me. I can't see or hear him but I can feel him hovering over me. The lumpy grey mattress beneath me shifts and pivots as he lies down with his shoulder nudged up against the center of my spine and tells me he's sorry. I turn over and bury my face into the warm center of his chest. He wraps his wings around my shoulders and his chin comes to rest on the top of my head and his warmth envelops me. My chest heaves and my body begins to twitch in a horrible nervous fright as I tell him I want out. That I want to escape this place, this personal Hell. I feel his heartbeat through his tight blue undershirt and the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against me as my eyelids grow heavy and drape themselves like curtains over my eyes. **Chapter Nine** I opened my eyes a few hours later. I had dreamed up a story about a man who went to his brother's wedding, and as he stormed up the middle of the aisle, concerned murmurs rising over the heads of the patrons along the pieus, he let a small knife slide from his coat sleeve and slashed the groom across the throat. And as he collapsed like a sloppy garbage bag across the carpeted stars up the altar, blood pouring from the large gurgling smile across the side of his neck the other man cut ragged tears into the scremaing bride's dress, threw her to the floor and began to rape her. Right there up against the altar. And no one in the crowd even moved to stop him, or to aid the suffering groom as he slowly bled to death. I couldn't understand what it meant. I sat myself up and planted my bare feet on the icy cold floor. There were remnants of salty tears streaming down the sides of my face that refused to disappear despite my frustrated rubbing. The dull light from the large bulbs that hung outside the rows of errily silent cells gave me enough vision to see constantly morphing shades of grey where my feet should be. Enough to see that the bars to my cell had been left open. Rising to my feet I moved with cautious steps towards the opening, the light growing stronger and more brilliant with every movement forward. The faint smell of Falco's musk still lingered on my purple coveralls, and as I gripped both sides of the cell door I leaned my upper body out into the empty cell block. Nobody. No guards. Not even the obnoxious sounds of buzzsaws that usually accompany the awkward sleep of a hundred and twenty inmates. It was as if everyone had suddenly been set free and no one bothered to send me the memo. It wouldn't have surprised me. I stepped out into the hallway, waiting for a burst of gunfire or another inmate with a zip tie. I wait for a stinging alarm to begin to echo down the cooridors as I open the door to the offices. Waiting for a birght flashlight to blind me as a security guard growls into his personal radio for reinforcements. Waiting for a searchlight to hover over the reflective paddings in my coveralls as I make my way down the gated walkway towards the front gates. Waiting for a laser scope. A shout. A care. The gates are left wide open. The guard post is manned by a young, blue-feathered avian donning a security guard's cap that's tipped slightly over his right eye, and as I stumble in bewilderment towards him he smiles and grabs me by the arm. "So," he asks me with a grin the size of Corneria. "How's it feel?" I pause at the large gates and turn. The prison stands like an ancient artifact. A bold stack of concrete and steel that rises like a bloated cow into the midnight sky. "I'm not sure," I tell him. He leads me to a small town a few miles from the prison. The air is cold and the wind beats against my bare face and feet as we walk. It makes my scales dry and my blood run like syrup. We enter the town through a dirt road that slowly morphs into a paved walkway. As my feet slither against the concrete I hear the soft, muffled sounds of music coming from a small brick building a block away. Falco removes his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders, pressing my body closer to his. The warmth of his arm and the side of his chest numbs me to the weather and fills me with a sense of comfort. "I figured we'd celebrate your release," he told me, kissing me on the side of my forehead. "And this is the best place to do it." A nameless tavern. The small window cut into the side of the wall beams yellow with the light from the inisde, but the glass is too dirty to show anything else. Steel plates are bolted to the small front door, a tiny peephole cut out from the center that emits a thick beam of light onto the nearby wall. Falco slams his balled fist against them a few times, drawing me closer into him when he feels me shiver against another icy burst of wind. The beam of light is cut off briefly by a figure inside, followed by a series of loud clanks and thuds. Metal against metal. The door creaks open and the festive folk music blares into the walkway behind us. "Falcone, you sunovabitch!" A middle-aged dark grey rat bellows from the doorway. He's wearing a leather jacket and three small piercings run up his left ear. He grins through yellow teeth and his breath is so thick you might think it slips from his lungs like liquid. "I thought you would never come back here again. Thought you was too good for us, eh?" "Just terrified of you, Feliks. My good friend here just got out of prison. Though you guys could help show him a good time." Feliks grins and lets out a laugh from the deepest regions of his lungs. The regions where all of the cigar smoke settles. The ones that make him hack and wheeze and cough up bits of black magma. "Well, I know that we can make him a feel right at home. Come in, please." The tavern is one small room carved into the side of a factory. The air is thick with smoke and the lights keep everything basked in a dull yellow glow. There is a bar on the far wall sporting a large array of alcohol, a grizzly old bartender enjoying a good, hearty laugh with the various patrons who formed a small crowd, sharing anecdotes and passing drinks. A small folk band sits in the far corner, their instruments bright, shined, and gleaming against their dirty clothes. Feliks leads us both to a large corner stall, motioning for the group to pass a few drinks their way. "I suppose I never, uh, formally introduced myself. My name is Feliks Afanasii. I am a, uh, how you say, accomplice of Falcone here." The rat chuckled and slapped Falco on the back, eliciting an awkward grunt from the avian. "Partner in crime, of sorts," Falco explained, removing his guard cap and placing it on the table in front of him. "He's an old friend from a dark corner of my past." Three drinks made their way to our table and Feliks passed them between us: a semi-transparent brown liquid held in a dirty, re-used longneck bottle. Feliks pushed the bottle into his greasy muzzle and took a large drink, letting out a satisfied sigh and slamming the now half-empty bottle into the rough wooden table. Falco did the same in turn, both eyeing me eagerly as I picked up the bottle. The liquid is sharp, and I have to struggle not to gag against the hard liquor as it shoots down my throat. "You know," Felicks cackled, leaning towards me from across the stall. "I've heard a lot about you from this guy over here." Falco rolled his eyes. "For Christ's sake..." "Let me tell you. There was a young woman in here a few months ago, and she had a real eye for this fella right here, let me tell you. And I says to him, 'Falcone, I'm telling you, she wants you.'" I can feel the alcohol churning in my belly. It's like I just drank a gallon of fighter fuel. Falco eyes me with a hint of concern. I can see him growing uneasy with Felick's anecdote as he shifts his gaze out towards the crowd gathering in the center of the bar. "But, Falcone, the sunovabitch, he played her off! I practically knocked his fucking lights out right there. I tell you, this man could probably have any piece of ass he wanted. But, I don't know, he is, eh, how you say..." "You're done, right?" The band stopped, a small commotion began in the center of the tavern as the patrons gathered, moving the tables and chairs against the grimy walls. As the band picked up their instruments, Falco leaned over towards me. "Care to dance?" **Chapter Ten** Maybe it was the alcohol. Then again, maybe not. There wasn't much that made any sense to me anymore. I figured my best bet was to just set all of the unanswered questions aside. At least for now. I didn't want any distractions. I didn't need anything to make me lose focus anymore. The room upstairs was dark. Really dark. I stumbled up the stairs and busted up my shins but the pain only made me laugh. I've never laughed to hard in my life. Falco just smirked and rolled his eyes, grabbed my hand and hoisted me up onto my feet. The single exposed light bulb in the hallway behind him silhouetted his face but you could still see the cobalt in his eyes. Walls were warping and spinning and each of my feet wanted to walk in their own direction. I fell forward onto his chest and he caught me, stumbling backwards against my loose weight and as he grunted a complaint - something about a fucking rag doll - I leaned forward and kissed him. It was a drunken kiss; an honest one. His lips tasted sweet like wine. I'm sure my mouth tasted like motor oil. Whatever that tastes like. The music was dull and muted like it was when we were standing outside. Only now I was warmer, calmer. See: inebriated. The band had struck up an infectious tune; a combination of instruments that seemed as if they would only make useless noise. But the rhythm just took you over and after a while there was nothing in the world that mattered but the music and the company. He sat me down on an old mattress in the middle of a small room. He told me not to move because he forgot to watch how much I was drinking. He sat down next to me and kicked off his boots, our bare feet placed on the cold wooden floors and he told me to look straight at his eyes. "Just look directly into my eyes for a minute." Calm and concerned. For a good half minute we just stared. It was some kind of inebriation test he had learned from Feliks. The dilation of the pupils and the general wandering of the eyes were sure signs of intoxication. At least for the kind of drinks they served here. His deep blue eyes shifted focus to my left, my right, back to my left, center, my right, left, center, left, right. The more he switched the harder it got to follow him. He noticed my growing frustration and sighed. "Am I moving too fast?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes, pressing my dumb lips against his. I felt him breathe in sharply, tensing up for a moment before his body relaxed and he returned the favor. Not moving fast enough. He lowered me back onto the mattress, using his weight to push his kiss deeper into mine. The surge of adrenaline sent me into a spin. I slid my tongue against his, across, around, tasting the dull remnants of rich alcohol on his breath. He let out a subtle murmur that echoed back from within me, reaching down and undoing the large zipper that went down the front of my coveralls, one wing gliding against my flushed cheek while the other slid in through the exposed portion of my clothing and wrapped itself around my bare waist. Twisting my body, I slid both my arms out from the sleeves, my upper body exposed: cuts, gashes, bruises, abrasions, welts, scars. He gently ran his hand across them all with a mix of pleasure and sharp spikes of pain. My hand moved down his well-toned back, gripping the bottom of his blue undershirt. Falco broke the kiss, catching his breath through short, strong breaths as he quickly leaned up onto his knees, both legs straddling my waist and rolled his shirt up over his head. I sat myself up underneath him, my face parallel with the top of his stomach, his bold musk rushing through my lungs, and I groped at his polished metal belt buckle, my hands still sloppy and awkward and again Falco grinned at my frustration. He grabbed my shoulders and set me back down, softly kissing me on the lips and moving over my cheeks, my face and neck. One hand supported his upper body while the other unhinged the belt buckle on his jeans and removed the top button. I could feel the heat rising up from within me, my blood growing warmer under the heat of Falco's body. Loosening the waist straps on my coveralls I quickly slipped them off my legs, kicking them aside. Falco had the top of his head resting against my upper shoulder, silently admiring my sleek yet destroyed body. He tugged at the waist of his jeans and slid them down across his thighs. I had said it. I couldn't count how many times. To her. To myself. But it didn't strike me until now that no one else had ever returned the statement. "You're beautiful." His heat pressed up next to mine. I shivered and sucked in a sharp breath which was cut off by the avian's tongue. He pressed himself hard into my mouth, struggling to taste as much of me as he could. As if he had been starving for it for months. My lungs fought against the weight of Falco's chest to fill with air, the room now filled with the smell of sweat and musk. I wrapped my arms around his back, one of his wings sneaking down to playfully grope my ass. My hips bucked up against his stomach, the both of us tense and drunk on the atmosphere. He grabbed my ass and lifted my lower body up, positioning his knees underneath me. My tail curved around his waist and under the base of his tail, grazing against his backside. I felt his thick erection probe up against me, slick off of himself, and he paused, chest heaving, feathers covered in a mist of finely beaded sweat, his eyes reflecting my own back towards me. I bit my lower lip and nodded. Our eyes locked. He leaned his upper body forward, craning his neck down and slowly I felt myself begin to open against his heat. My teeth sank harder into my flesh, my hands gripping at bits of mattress as he sank deeper inside of me, letting out an unsteady breath. I feel him slowly pull himself back out, thrusting harder against my ass. My body ripples against his, a short moan escaping my lips. With every buck of his hips his stomach rubs against my erection and sends an electric shock down my spine. One hand is on the back of his neck, the other gripping the edge of the mattress to keep me from being forced off onto the hardwood floor. His pace is slowly escalating and I hear short whimpers from him every time his crotch slaps against my ass. My forehead leans against the side of his face and I'm mesmerized as I watch his body force itself between my legs, the base of his cock briefly visible every time he pulls out, greased with his own fluid. His dark blue waist pivots into the base of my tail, pushing my body backward. I wrap my thin legs around his back and use them to press my ass into him, letting him slip deeper. I let out an uneasy moan as I feel his cock swell thicker inside my bowels. His stomach is stained with me and I hear his voice slowly begin to rise in volume. "Ah...Leon..." He's given up on holding back. His crotch drives itself against me with short, panicked thrusts, his heat exploring as deep into me as my body will allow it. I begin to feel a dull ecstasy flowering, and as I grip at his neck and back, pressing his face into my scarred chest, I utter words that I never thought I'd hear myself say. "Agh...take me." Time slows. Our bodies freeze. The room seems to dissolve around us. He's cupped me against his chest, his eyes clenched shut, his breaths briefed and disorganized. I arch my back and my arms clench around his neck. His erection pulses inside of me and I feel a rush of hot liquid pour into my body. My seed spills into the narrow space between us, flushing over my stomach and soaking into his soft feathers. The air is thick with our salty musk, his body moist with sweat, and as the endorphins rush into our bloodstream he collapses on top of me as if he's just been shot. The both of us struggle to catch our breaths. I tug his body close to mine, running my fingertips over the contours the muscles make on his back as he nuzzles into the nook of my neck. "So," Falco says, running a wing under my shoulders and hugging me closer. "How does it feel to be free again?" I close my eyes and feel myself begin to drift asleep. "I don't know." **Chapter Eleven** I was standing in the doorway when I found her. Lying in the bathtub, naked, her eyes beginning to glaze as they stared back into mine. It's all gone. Vicodin. OxyContin. The leftover pills from when I had broken my forearm. From our honeymoon. The three orange plastic bottles lie empty at her twitching feet. It doesn't look like they're doing her much good. From my spot in the bathroom doorway I can see the slight glimmer of a box cutter in one of her hands. Her arms are contorted in an awkward cramped state, like a retarded child, and her mouth seems to produce an endless amount of semi-opaque drool from the corners of the lips. And still she stares. Large, deep gashes trace along every corner of her body. Desperate slashes across her face, neck, arms, chest, stomach, waist, thighs, knees, and ankles. I've seen drunks in knife fights place better cuts than these. She had a plan but had no idea where to start, and as the pain worsened she became more desperate, slashing at whatever point on her body wasn't yet stained with her own blood. The fur across her body is crusted against her, the bottom of the tub a milky pink. As her chest rises with every breath the deep cuts on her breasts crack open like long, thin mouths gasping for air. And still I stare back. She almost looks embarassed. I walk towards her, the tile like ice beneath my feet, and I kneel down next to the bathtub. I want to ask her why she's doing this. Why she didn't let me know. She knows I hate being out of the loop but the truth is that I'm already aware of the answer. I was aware of it when I first saw the unusually high phone bills. The supposed collect calls from old friends. Or the supposed customer service hotlines for that new PDA you had just bought yourself. You took me for a fool, but the truth was I was just letting you. I was waiting for the day when you would finally snap. The day when you would burst into tears and confess and I would hold you tight against my chest and run my fingers through your soft hair and tell you that I had always known and that everything would be all right. That we would work things out. That I loved you enough to forget about this whole ordeal and start over. I waited. But the day never came. Every month you gave me an excuse. Some of them believable, some of them asinine. I accepted every one without a second thought. I figured the guilt would get to you. Or bet everything on the slim chance that you were actually telling me the truth. That I was paranoid. But I'll be honest, Gloria. I never saw this coming. Never in a million years. I slid my arm under her shoulder and lifted her upper body up against me. Her head seemed too heavy for her neck and she slumped against me, a small trail of drool dripping down into the porcelain. I rest my chin on the top of her head, the last place on her body where there isn't the filthy tinge of drying blood. I take in a deep breath and the back of my throat starts to sting. Vanilla. She reaches towards me and grabs my hand. I feel the warm metal of the box cutter on my palm. For a few minutes I just stare at it, turn it over and over in my hand. Her eyes pierce into mine and start to well up with tears. Her breaths are slowly becoming wheezes and her body is beginning to twitch more violently. I can't imagine what all of those painkillers are doing to her system. If it's even worth calling for a paramedic. Her mouth starts to slowly move and I lean in, her dry lips touching the side of my face. "Please." I open the box cutter with one hand and tilt her head so that it's over her right shoulder. With two fingers I search the clumps of matted fur for her pulse. After a few seconds of searching I find it, faint but consistent and her breathing picks up as I move the blade against her. The short box cutter slips into her flesh like butter. I drag its raged edge down across her jugular in one quick stroke and the blood pours forth like a fountain. Tossing the knife aside I quickly clutch her close to me as she begins to panic with the overwhelming sensation of her body beginning to drain onto her. My forehead is pressed up against hers and I'm clutching my eyes closed to fight the tears that are threatening to escape from them. "I love you, Gloria," I tell her between sobs. "I do, I love you, I love you, Goria, I'm sorry, God, I'm sorry I love you." Her blood is cascading onto both of us, my arms and chest now soaked, the bathtub slowly draining crimson. Her hand comes up and brushes faintly against my cheek, and I feel her cracked lips press up against mine. "Thank you," she whispers, growing pale, her eyes distant and dissolved, unmoving. I gently laid her down onto the porcelain, crossing her arms over her stomach, her feet over each other. Her chest stopped rising and falling and her pulse faded, the bloodflow slackening until there was none left to bleed. For a few minutes I simply stared. She seemed so calm, so uninterested. I had seen a lot of people die this way but none of them with the grace and beauty that she had. They were always twisted and contorted like someone had rearranged their bones, their faces frozen in fear. I wiped the tears from beneath my eyes and stepped back into the bedroom. Picking up the phone, I slowly dialed, leaving bloody fingerprints on each of the numbers, bloody stains on the carpet beneath me. After a few rings the operator picked up, adressing me with a calm, concerned voice. "What's the emergency?" I turned and took one last look at her, taking in every detail. I knew it would be the last time I would be able to see her. Gloria. In exelsis deo. "There's been a murder." I woke up cradled gently against Falco's chest. The tavern below was now silent, the band having left hours ago. The young avian stirred awake as he felt me shift myself away from him. His eyes fluttered open and locked on me in a confused bewilderment as I got to my feet and searched for my coveralls. "Hey," he cooed with a slight smile. "Something wrong?" I found them lying in a mass at the base of the mattress and began to slip my feet into them. "Hey," he asked, growing more vocal. "Talk to me, here. What's the problem?" Sliding them up to my waist, I struggled to tighten the straps. A crude wooden cuckoo clock on the wall chimed once, twice, three times. As if to mock me. I wanted to reach over and slam it to the floor, see it dashed into a million pieces. Falco's wings run down my arms and grab onto my hands, pulling them from my waist. He presses his warm body up against my back and craned his head down so that it's level with mine. Nuzzling me with his cheek, he asks me to stop and tell him what I'm doing. "Do you know why she killed herself?" He grows eerily silent. His hands remain clenched on top of mine, our fingers entwined. "Because I changed. I wasn't the same person she had met on that bench reading Bukowski. I had become somebody else." "That's not true." "I wasn't good enough for her." "She had issues, Leon. Things you could have helped her with but instead she locked you out." "She was suffering. Every day she was with me she was slowly dying." "Stop lying to yourself. You have to let it go." "No. Not this time." I pull my arms away from his and slip them through the sleeves of the coveralls. "She didn't think I'd ever understand. That's why she did what she did." I look down over the raised scars across my chest. "And that's why I'm doing what I'm doing. I need to know. I need to prove to her that I know exactly what it feels like to die inside. Then maybe she'll forgive me." I head for the door. "Please." Pausing in the doorway I turn. He's standing in the middle of the room, his body shimmering blue in the dull moonlight seeping in through the window. "Don't go." He pauses. "I love you." I say nothing. I'm afraid to open my mouth because I know that the minute I do I'll lose my nerve. I'll snap. I'll tell him I love him, too, but it will only be so many useless words. Because I know that sooner or later I'll just end up throwing myself out of a window. And then what? Falco stumbles backward onto the mattress behind him. He reaches across the floor for his jeans and digs in one of the pockets, pulling out a crumpled case of cigarettes. Placing one between his lips, he looks up at me one last time, his eyes shrink-wrapped in tears. I start to close the door behind me, going against my better judgment and peering in through the crack between the door and the frame. He looks back towards the moonlight, flipping out the lighter and coaxing the flame towards the end of his cigarette. Only he's sobbing so much that he can't steady it enough to light it. After a few seconds of struggling he closes the lighter in frustration, tossing it into the darker corner of the room, wrapping his wings around the back of his neck and bringing his head down to try and muffle the sounds of his own weeping. I made my way up to the recreation area. The halls were still quiet, still errily devoid of guards. I climbed the warped wooden bleachers, sitting myself down on the highest one, the usual spot in the usual corner. The air was frigid and kicked up bits of dust as it blew by, stinging my eyes. Everything seemed to glow a dull blue under the cold watch of the full moon that sat lazily in the night sky above, accompanied by a plethora of stars. I reached into the front of my coveralls, but the paper was missing. Maybe it fell out on the way to the tavern. Maybe I left it in the room. Maybe it fell out on the way back. I didn't know and it didn't really matter to me anymore. As I stood up, dusted off the back of my coveralls, and looked up at the big white glob of shit in the sky, I recited the rest of the poem from memory. *but finally when I think of her life and compare it other lives more dazzling, original and beautiful I realize that she has hurt fewer people than anybody I know (and by hurt I simply mean hurt). she has had some terrible times, times when maybe I should have helped her more for she is the mother of my only child and we were once great lovers, but she has come through like I said she has hurt fewer people than anybody I know, and if you look at it like that, well, she has created a better world. she has won.* I make my way back to my cell. To the cold walls and the metal sink with the hot water that runs cold, the small mirror and the lumpy old mattress. The bars clamp shut behind me and I collapse onto my bed face-first, smell the faint musk of Falco on the side of my pillow, and wait patiently for the round, middle-aged guard to come by and rattle my cage. "Hey. Get up. Breakfast.

FSE

Title: Meant to Be Ch. 02 Tags: first meeting, frustration, interrupted Lt. Williams looked up at the gray sky. The heavy overcast had grounded all flights as it seemed this weather had socked all the airbases and extended across the continent. He was thankful for the day off. He and the crew of "Tantalizing Take-off" had completed a dozen missions and so for only one crew member, Roberts, the right waist gunner had been hit. Even that would be stretching it as he slammed his fingers while clearing a jam in his .50 cal machine gun on their last flight. O'Rourke, the other waist gunner, had found a 4 leaf clover upon returning from the first mission and had pinned it to his flight suit. He took to painting one at his station after each mission and one the crew took it a step further. Now a 4 leaf clover was stenciled over the entry door and each crew man patted it upon getting in for luck. The word around the base was the ship was "special". Something to do with the serial number or some other dumb thing. Lt. Archer, the co-pilot, was convinced it was Williams' piloting skills, that somehow Williams just knew where to be in the sky. Aaron knew better. It was just dumb luck. No 4 leaf clover, no prayer, could save them if their time was up. Yesterday was a prime example. It was a milk run, a hop across the Channel to the Pas de Calais, to bomb some military installation. There was fighter cover and clear skies. The flak was light too. As they began the bomb run, the B-17 on their starboard disappeared in flash. It seemed it was hit in the bomb bay by some flak and was gone. There were no survivors. Of the 75 planes that took part in the raid, it was the only one that failed to return. Aaron headed down the sidewalk in Duckworth. It hadn't changed since he was here two weeks ago but then again, it hadn't changed in fifty years. He was headed for a date with Bridget. It had been two weeks since he had been with her and the memory was still fresh in his mind. He was able to lose himself in her warm, soft body that night and he needed to lose himself again. He wasn't sure about how he felt about her. He enjoyed her company and conversation that night. As far as the sex, she was responsive and willingly. He felt she was more than just someone to romp in the hay with but how much more? One thing he was sure of as he stopped in front of the local flower shop. He noticed it was about 10 minutes before closing and he knew that his timing was perfect. He could see her standing behind the counter as he entered. He knew nothing about her except her name, well, at least her last name, Mrs. Scottsdale. Obviously she was married but where was Mr. Scottsdale? In the service? Maybe she was divorced. It didn't matter. Since he literally ran into her, he had a desire to meet her again, to talk, and to get to know her. There was something about her that intrigued him. She looked up from her work. "Why, hello, Lieutenant," She smiled as she spoke. "May I help you with something?" There it was. That sparkle in her eyes he first noticed. "Yes, you can," he replied. "I'm looking for some flowers, small bouquet, for a lady." "Any special ones?" "No, not really. I was hoping you could help me. Perhaps you could tell me what you like." "All right." She moved from behind the counter. Aaron watched her walk towards some flowers across the store. There was something about her that reminded him of the girls from Princeton. There was an air about her. The way she walked and moved showed one who was confident and sure of herself. She acted like she was use to a life far from this flower shop and Duckworth. He watched her closely. "How about these," she said turning to him and showing him some daisies. Aaron took a second to answer her as his mind was elsewhere. "Uh, yes, sure. What ever you say." He mumbled. She frowned at him and placed a hand on her hip. "Did you hear anything I said, Lieutenant?" "Yes,yes," he replied, "They are fine." He moved closer to her. He wasn't sure if it was her perfume or the flowers he smelled but it was heavenly. He smiled. Vicki looked up into his face. Suddenly she felt strange and confused. There was something about him that awoke some long lost feelings within her. She felt cornered. "Good," She attempted to move by him but it seemed as they moved, they blocked their way. Aaron started to laugh and it was infectious. She joined in. Aaron stepped aside. "Sorry." "Anything else, Lieutenant? A card perhaps?" "Yes, just a note." Aaron was now standing across the counter from her. "And something else." He took a small card and wrote on it. "Yes, Lieutenant?" He looked right at her. "Your name. Don't you think it's a little silly you calling me Lieutenant and me, well?" Vicki laughed for the second time today. "You're right. It is Victoria Scottsdale. My friends call me Vicki." "Very pleased to meet you. May I call you Vicki?" "By all means," She actually felt herself blush. "Vicki, I'm Aaron Williams." "Aaron. I like it. It suits you." "Thank you. Now that is done, what do I owe you, Vicki?" He reached into his pocket and placed a pile of coins and paper on the counter. "I can't make any sense of your money." Vicki sorted through the pile and took the correct change. When she was done, she handed him his bouquet, now tied up in a bright bow. Aaron took the flowers, put the note under the ribbon, and handed them back to her. "What is this about?" Vicki asked. There was note of confusion in her voice. "Please read the note." It read; 'I'm sorry about the vase. Let me make it up to you." "I don't understand." "Look, I would like to see you again. You know, take you to a movie or something. Please." She looked down at the card. What would it hurt? She thought. Not really believing what she was saying, she said, "Yes, Aaron, yes, you may." "Great! It's a date. When I get another pass, we'll go. Don't change your mind." He wheeled and left the shop. "Till then." As Vicki watched him go, a voice came from behind her. "Good for you, Victoria." Her mother put her hand on Vicki's shoulder. "I don't know, Mother. We'll see." Aaron hustled over to Bridget's flat. He had a little extra spring in his step. Was it because he just wrangled a date from Victoria Scottsdale or was it because he was going to meet Bridget? He didn't know nor did he care. He felt good and that was all that matter right now. If Bridget was willing, he might feel even better. He knocked loudly on her door and then walked in. "Bridget!" he yelled. "What are you doing?" Bridget slammed the door to the bedroom. "I'm not even dressed yet." "Doesn't matter." He shouted through the door. "We're staying in tonight." The door swung open. She came out covered in a cheap kimono wrap. "What do you mean? Staying in?" Aaron was emptying his pockets on the table. "Look, I brought some SPAM, some real butter, sugar, and a small can of milk. Do you have any eggs? Potatoes?" "Yes. Eggs are in the icebox and the potatoes are in the lower cabinet. Not many, I'm afraid. Let me get dressed and I'll cook them up." He was already rattling through the pots and pans. "Don't bother. I'm cooking for us tonight." For the first time, he looked at her. The kimono barely covered her body but enough to leave something for the imagination. Aaron walked over and put his arms on her shoulders. "You look good enough as you are." He kissed her and he felt her yield to him. He could take her now, make love right then but he stopped. "I'll start dinner." Bridget never had a man cook for her. Her dad never cooked anything. It was always her mum. It made her feel a little uncomfortable but after the first bite she knew she could grow to like it. Aaron prepared some fried SPAM, scrambled eggs cooked in real butter, fried potatoes, and best cup of tea she had tasted in a while. They sat in silence as they ate, enjoying the meal but even that felt right. As they finished, Aaron broke the quiet. "I almost forgot. These are for you." With that he pulled out a pair of nylon stockings and handed them to her. "Oh, Aaron!" Bridget squealed. "I haven't had a pair of these, well, in a long time. I'll put them right now. You're such a dear." With that she hugged him and ran off to the bedroom. It seemed like just seconds when she returned. "Are my seams straight?" she said turning around. Aaron reached out and pulled her towards him. She sat on his lap, her legs straddling his. He kissed her. Lightly at first but her lips parted, inviting a deeper, more passionate kiss. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling on it gently. Bridget tossed her head back, exposing her neck. Aaron greedily began to kiss it, to suck on her nape. With his hands he pushed the kimono off her shoulders, exposing her ample breasts. Bridget sighed as his kisses sent tingles through her body, causing her to grind her pelvis into his crotch. She could feel his erection press against her. She placed her hands behind his head and pushed it towards her breasts. Her nipples were hard and inviting. He cupped her breasts with his hands and began to suck on one. His tongue swirled around the hard nub as he sucked it into his mouth. He gently bit on it, causing her pussy to clench from the sensation. She raised his face and looked into it. Her expression was one of pure lust. She wanted him badly. Right there, in the kitchen. It didn't matter. There was a hard knock on the door. "Lt. Williams, are you in there?" The voice seemed far away and it took a few moments before they heard it. "Lt. Williams?" Bridget untangled herself from his lap and pulled the kimono tightly around her. She retreated towards the bedroom. Aaron opened the door a crack, as far as the chain allowed. "Yes?" "Sorry to disturb you, Lt.," Sgt Brewster said. "But all leaves are cancelled. Everyone is to report back to base. There is a ride waiting downstairs." "Very well, I'll be right down." Aaron shut the door and turned to Bridget. "Sorry." She rushed to him and flung her arms around him. "Aaron, be careful and come back to me. No good-byes." He kissed her, grabbed his coat and tie, and left. Sgt. Brewster was waiting outside. "You couldn't have been 30, 45 minutes later, Sgt.?" "War is hell, sir." "Yes, it is," Aaron replied, "especially for a smart-assed sergeant."

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Title: Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 06 Tags: gay novella, gay rural, gay cowboy, gay anal sex, rimming, twinks, gay oral sex, hairy, twinks, virgin *There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.* \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Darrin walked out of the bathroom, drying himself from his shower. Standing at the door, he slowed when he realized that Mitch was using his computer. Not that he really minded, but Mitch had a tendency to look through his porn stash and give critiques, which definitely cut down on the erotic quality. When Mitch looked up with a quirky smile on his face, he knew this was going to be no exception. Darrin focused on drying his neither region, hoping if he didn't encourage Mitch that he wouldn't start the commentary. But, of course, he had underestimated the amount of fun Mitch had teasing him about it. He knew it wasn't even that Mitch minded that he had the porn; they had jacked off on several occasions while they watched videos. But the fact that he could get Darrin so rattled was a great source of fun for Mitch. Sighing with resignation, Darrin tossed the towel back into the bathroom, walked over to the bed and looked at the screen. He cringed a little at the sight of a written page, knowing Mitch was about to give it a reality check. "Mitch, what are you doing?" "Reading your porn favorites," he said with a look of pure devilry on his face. "Look at this one. This guy has a 15-inch long cock that's as big as his wrist and he shoved it up a 16-year-old kid's virgin ass with no lube and the kid moaned with pleasure." Mitch smiled at Darrin. "Do you think he would moan with pleasure? I think the kid should run screaming at the sight of it. I know I would. And what would you do if you were packing a 15-inch cock? I mean if you got an erection would it rip a hole in your pants?" "Damn it, Mitch. You know it's just porn. It's for fun. You're thinking about it too much," said Darrin with an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, yeah, you keep telling me that. What about this video? This guy says it feels amazing. It just looked uncomfortable to me," Mitch announced with a smirk. Darrin sat down beside Mitch to watch the video. It was from one of his favorite amateur websites and the position did look . . . involved. But the bottom seemed to be enjoying himself, if the volume of his moans were any indication. As Darrin watched, his cock started to stiffening. "Well, someone's getting excited. Want to see how it feels?" asked Mitch with a leer on his face. "Um, well," stammered Darrin. Mitch sat the computer aside, stood on the bed and started stripping. His eyes never left Darrin as he wiggled out of his tight t-shirt and then opened his pants. Once they were pooled around his ankles, he plopped down on the bed and kicked his feet in the air, yanking them off. Looking back at the computer screen, he smiled and then kissed Darrin. "Do you think we need an example?" Darrin took Mitch's face in his hands, enjoying his rough face as always, and kissed him gently before reaching over and shutting the computer. "No, I think I can remember where everything goes. Let's see, I think they started here . . ." Darrin put his hand in the center of Mitch's chest and pushed him backwards. Mitch fell across the bed and then pulled himself up on his elbows. He smiled as Darrin pulled him to the edge of the bed, then knelt between his legs. Darrin leaned forward and kissed his balls, garnering a soft sigh from Mitch. Wrapping his hand around Mitch's nuts, Darrin stretched them toward his mouth and ran his tongue over their lightly furred skin. Mitch lay back with a sigh, letting his fingers run through the hair on his chest. He was glad it was back, even if it wasn't as long as it had been. Actually, he liked it clipped a little and he doubted that Darrin noticed. When his fingers grazed his erect nipples, Mitch let out a sigh of pleasure. "Oh yeah, babe. That feels nice. Remember the rimming, there's lots of rimming in this video," said Mitch with a chuckle. Darrin lifted his head and smiled at his husband. "Yes, I'm getting to the rimming. And I get to sit on your face too. I'm looking forward to that." Mitch responded with a goofy grin as he ran his tongue over his lips. Lifting his legs to his shoulders, Mitch spread his butt as much as he could. Darrin pulled his ass cheeks open wider and wedged his face in Mitch's crack. He gasped softly when Darrin's hot tongue hit his hole. Enjoying the overwhelming sensations, Mitch was able only to grunt with pleasure as his ass was drilled. As his hole was coated with spit, Mitch's chorus of moans reached a new level. He felt the sting of a slap across his ass, and then Darrin's weight as he lay on top of Mitch. He sighed as Darrin's lips pressed against his, his tongue demanding entry. Mitch wrapped his legs around Darrin's waist, his heels digging into his ass as they kissed passionately. Their hunger built for several minutes as they kissed with increasing heat. Mitch grabbed Darrin by his hair and pulled him back. "I think you said something about me getting to eat your ass. We're doing a valid experiment, so we have to be accurate," said Mitch with a smile. "No, we definitely don't want to mess up the experiment," countered Darrin. Darrin crawled up Mitch, intentionally grinding himself against his man as he moved. Grabbing the headboard, Darrin held on tight as he rubbed his hard cock over Mitch's face. Darrin grinned as his cock coated his man's cheeks with trails of precum. Moving up, he lowered his muscular butt, ready for Mitch's talented tongue. Mitch watched as Darrin's ass descended, loving the clean musky smell Darrin always had after a shower. Digging his fingers into Darrin's meaty thighs, he pulled him down and buried his face in his crack. Mitch's tongue quickly penetrated his husband's hole, driving in deeply. Mitch felt Darrin start to grind against his face as he buried his tongue inside. Prying his ass wider, Mitch feasted on the hole in front of him. Slipping his fingers beside his tongue, he pried open Darrin's ass and drilled his tongue deeper and deeper. He loved the dripping hairy hole in front of him, watching as it convulsed and slowly closed once he relented his assault. Mitch pushed Darrin up, and then followed him, wrapping his arms lovingly around him. They gave each other hard, passion filled kisses as their granite hard cocks slid over each other. Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Mitch playfully pushed Darrin against the wall. "I'm going to fuck the cum outta you!" said Mitch through clenched teeth. "You gonna fuck me like the video, babe?" asked Darrin. "Oh yeah, the experiment is not over," said Mitch with a lusty grin. Darrin groaned and crawled into the floor, pitching his hips up until his throbbing cock was pointed at his face. He looked over at Mitch, and saw raw need painted across his face. His breath came in gasps as he watched Mitch walk behind him and rub his hard dick over the exposed trench of Darrin's ass. As his butt was coated with the drool from Mitch's cock, Darrin's level of desire escalated. His need built with each pass, until by the time Mitch started dipping his cockhead into his hole, Darrin was wracked with need. "Damn it, babe. Fuck me already. I need that pole inside me," said Darrin as he groaned. "You want it, fucker? You want what the guy in the video is getting?" quizzed Mitch with a sneer. "God damn it, yes!" Mitch cocked himself forward and drove himself into Darrin's slick ass. Piercing Darrin's gut, he buried himself deep inside his husband, and then paused, shaking slightly. "Oh hell! Fuck yes! Shit! That feels amazing! Fuck, you hit everything good," screamed Darrin. Mitch pulled out slowly, watching Darrin squirm on the floor under him. As he pushed back in again, the precum flowed out of Darrin's hard cock. Building speed, Mitch started fucking Darrin hard, pile driving his cock in deep with each thrust. Darrin was reduced to whines and gasps as his husband took his ass. Mitch focused on the tight hole he was pillaging, driving his thick hard cock in again and again, his breath coming in gasps. The angle was putting a new and amazing pressure on Mitch's cock, which drove him to fuck Darrin harder. Time froze as the two bodies merged in tough, masculine sex. When Darrin's cries became screams of orgasm, Mitch hammered in his cock one last time and pinned Darrin with it. Darrin's climax could only be called full body. His legs shook as his gut convulsed around Mitch's thick intruder. Soon waves of heat were engulfing him and the first shots of cum rocketed out of his dick, coating his face. Mitch started rotating his hips slightly as his own orgasm built. The motion took Darrin to another plane of pleasure, reduced his body to a puddle of shaking muscles as his orgasm raced onward. Eventually, with a few shudders, the last drop of cum trailed from Darrin's cock and added itself to the coating on his face. Gasping for breath and long past the point of no return, Mitch jackhammered his throbbing cock into Darrin's tunnel. With a few ragged final thrusts, Mitch buried himself inside Darrin and started emptying his nuts. The ripples of pleasure were overwhelming as his seed filled Darrin. When the final spasm had rolled through his body, Mitch slowly pulled out with a wet sound and slapped his softening cock against his husband's hole. He watched as cum slowly seeped out, and smiling, Mitch rubbed his semi-stiff cock through the cum and then slowly slid back into Darrin's ass. "Fuck! You're a greedy bastard!" said Darrin through a moan. Mitch watched his husband's body respond to the added stimulation. But Mitch only wanted a few final thrusts before Darrin's ass ejected his soft cock. Kneeling behind Darrin, he ran his tongue through the cum pool and then flicked it into his mouth, loving the taste of Darrin as it drifted through his mouth. Hearing a soft sigh, he looked down and smiled. "So, was it as good as it looked on the video?" asked Mitch "Oh god! You have no idea! I thought I was going to shoot my whole body through my dick," said Darrin with a chuckle. Mitch leaned over and kissed Darrin's ass cheek and then slowly helped him off his shoulders. "Well, I guess some of that damn porn is right," said Mitch with a smile. "I can't wait to try that on you," said Darrin. Mitch slapped Darrin hard on the ass and walked toward the bathroom to get a towel. "You already did it, remember prom night?" Darrin looked at him with a look of confusion but then realization dawned on him. "Well shit, you're right. We did." Darrin paused for a minute and then asked, "Did you like it?" "Hell yeah! You're right, it hit all the good spots." Mitch leaned down, kissing Darrin's still sprawled form on the floor and then carefully wiped off his face and torso. Tossing the towel through the bathroom door, he reached back and grabbed Darrin's hand and pulled him up. They stood and kissed gently for several minutes and then lay across the bed. Darrin spooned against Mitch as they gently drifted off to sleep. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> The next morning, Darrin watched Mitch dig into a huge plate of bacon, eggs and biscuits like he hadn't eaten in weeks, while he slowly sipped his morning breakfast shake. Mitch looked over at him and snickered. "You know, you keep drinking little cans of diet drink and people are going to think you're gay or something," said Mitch with a smirk. "Oh shut up. I work at a desk all day. If I ate like you I'd weigh a ton." "You're missing some damn fine thick-cut bacon, fried crispy just like you like, nice flakey biscuit, sunny side up eggs . . ." teased Mitch. "Oh shut the fuck up! That's just evil. Except the eggs, you can have your damn runny eggs." Mitch laughed and ran a piece of biscuit through the warm yoke and then popped it into his mouth. "Yum, damn fine!" Darrin turned his head and made retching noises and then looked back at Mitch with a grin. He then made an attempt to change subjects. "You know, Josh is graduating from high school in a few weeks." "Yeah, so?" replied Mitch. "Well, are we going? I guess we need to get him something and throw him a little party too?" said Darrin. "Oh. Yeah. I don't know. You think we should talk to him about it?" asked Mitch "Ask him about what?" came a grumble from across the living room as Josh walked in pulling on a shirt. "Your graduation. We didn't know if you'd want us to come or not," said Darrin. Josh looked at them in confusion. "Why would you not come? You're my family?" Mitch swallowed the lump that rose in his throat and then he looked at Darrin he caught him wiping an eye quickly. Taking a breath to regain control, Mitch smiled and nodded at Josh. "Ok, well that's settled then. We'll come to graduation," said Mitch. "I was going to invite Zach too. You think that'd be ok?" said Josh. "I don't see why not. You might as well," said Mitch. "Well, he seems kinda scared of you, Mitch," said Josh. Mitch chuckled, "He's probably still afraid I'm going to beat him like a drum for kissing Darrin." Josh's eyes grew as he took in the information and he looked from one man to the other. "It was Zach that kissed you? I didn't know. No one told me. Damnit! Are you ok with me dating him?" "Calm down, Josh. He apologized, to both of us. But more importantly, we're glad you're happy," explained Darrin. "So if you want to date him. That's fine with us. But I thought you already knew it was Zach." "Ah, no. Apparently I need to chat with him," said Josh with a firm look on his face. Darrin lost himself in thought as the other two reviewed the day ahead of them. Recalling their conversation, he realized that the resident gay couple had just agreed to attend the gay senior's graduation, with his boyfriend. Nope, it didn't have disaster written all over it at all. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Josh gasped, laughing as he thumped the blond head in his lap. "Hey! Watch the teeth!" Zach giggled around Josh's cock as he ran his tongue over its latex covering. Josh was trying to focus on driving home while Zach was doing his best to get him to nut before they arrived. They had a bet going, but neither really cared. Josh gasped and tried to spread his legs wider when Zach rubbed two fingers on his perineum. "Hey! No fair! You know how crazy that makes me," said Josh through a loud moan. The disqualification claim just pushed Zach to try harder. For mile after country mile, he sucked, licked and rubbed on Josh, trying desperately to get him to shoot. Zach could feel Josh's body lock several times as the impending orgasm was fought down. As they pulled into the driveway, Zach rammed his finger into Josh's butt in a desperate attempt to win. "Oh fuck!" screamed Josh, "Shit! Goddamn it! I'm fuck'n coming!" Josh slammed on the brakes a handful of feet inside the gate and started filling the condom with cum. Zach kept wiggling his finger inside Josh's butt as the orgasm took him away. After several minutes of muscle straining climax, Josh collapsed against the pickup seat in a boneless pose. Zach slowly pulled his finger out of Josh, not sure if he was in trouble since that was the first time he'd put his finger into Josh. He carefully cleaned his finger with the tissues he'd stored in the pickup and then removed Josh's condom and wiped off his dick. Looking up, he saw Josh's smiling face as he stared at the roof with closed eyes. As Zach watched his eyes popped open and he looked down at Zach with a smirk. "Well you won, you cheating little fucker!" "I didn't cheat!" insisted Zach. "You said blow job, a blow job does not include fingering my ass," said Josh with a smile. "Say's who?" "Say's everyone, you big ole cheater," chuckled Josh. "Nope, I won!" said Zach with a smile, "And you are gonna pay up!" "Yeah, yeah, whatever. What are you taking as the prize?" asked Josh. "I don't know yet. I'll have to think on it," said Zach. Josh smacked Zach on the shoulder in a good-natured gesture and then jumped out of the truck and headed for the house. As they entered, it seemed quieter than usual to Josh. Walking through the kitchen he spotted a note on the counter. Scanning it quickly, he turned to Zach with a smile. "They're gone until late, and might not be home until tomorrow. We have a whole night to ourselves," said Josh with a big grin. Zach chuckled and ran his hand over the bigger man's face. "We better fix a big dinner then, cause you're going to need your energy, big boy." "Hmm, sounds like another challenge." "Oh no! I've already won and I've decided you're my slave for the night. That's what I won." "Oh really? Your slave, huh. Maybe your sex slave?" asked Josh with a sneer. "Hush bitch! You'll do what I tell you to do," said Zach in a fake domme's voice. Zach felt Josh stiffen under his touch and turned to see a conflicted look on his face. Certain something was wrong, but not sure what it was, he moved so they were looking at each other. "What? I didn't mean to upset you with the sex slave stuff. I was just teasing," said Zach in a low voice. Josh tried to smile but the action of his face didn't reach his eyes. "It wasn't the sex slave, I know you were just playing. But I don't like being called a bitch. I know a lot of people use it being playful, but I really don't like being called that. Sorry, I guess Darrin and Mitch have wore off on me." "Oh. Ok. Well I promise I'll never do that again. Sorry," said Zach in a clipped tone. Josh took the smaller boy's face in his hands and forced him to meet his eyes. "Zach, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And it's not your fault, we've never talked about it." Zach looked at Josh for several long minutes, finally releasing his held breath. "Ok, sorry I got upset. I'll try to not do it again, but I thought it was funny so if I do just tell me," said Zach. "Anytime something is bugging you, you should tell me." "Are you sure? Because there is something else we need to talk about," said Josh. Zach nodded quietly, wondering what might be wrong. "Why didn't you tell me that you were the one who kissed Darrin?" asked Josh quietly. Zach gave Josh a wild-eyed look and started to speak several times. Finally he began. "Well, I guess I was afraid it would screw things up between us. I was hoping you knew already and was ok with it." "Did you know how much trouble it caused between Darrin and Mitch?" "Really? Dr. Anderson said something about problems, but said it would be fine," said Zach quietly. Josh let out a sigh and then fixed Zach with a look. "If there is one thing that I've learned from Mitch and Darrin it's that you have to be honest with each other. You have to be honest with me, Zach. It can't be half-truths or white lies either. If I can't trust you 100% then we can't become much more than we are now." Zach gave Josh a miserable look, "And what are we now?" "You're my boyfriend, of course!" replied Josh. "Really? I'm your boyfriend?" said Zach with disbelief in his voice. "Yes, what did you think we were?" asked Josh. "Well . . . I'd hoped boyfriends," said Zach. "Definitely," said Josh with a smile, "We all good now?" "Yes," said Zach with a beaming smile. "Good!" said Josh, "Now, how about supper. I'm starved!" "You're always starved! I can't believe you eat so much," said Zach with a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah . . . feed me Seymour!" said Josh with a chuckle. Josh, with Zach helping, soon put together a respectable meal from the contents of the refrigerator. They chatted about their respective days as they ate, enjoying the companionship. Once they'd finished, they worked together to clean up, with Josh touching Zach every chance he got. By the time they finished, Zach was rock hard and ready for more action. He looked around to see Josh standing beside him with a tender look on his face, and felt his hand running over his back. "Now what, Master?" asked Josh in a low voice. Zach's body trembled at those words and he replied with a quaking voice. "You don't have to do that." "I don't have to do anything, but it sounds kinda fun," said Josh with a smile. "So you'll do whatever I tell you?" questioned Zach. "Sure!" replied Josh, knowing that Zach would not ask for anything that he wouldn't be willing to do. "What do you want, Master." Zach slowly wrapped his arms around Josh's neck and pulled the bigger man down until he could reach Josh's ear. Zach whispered, "I want you to fuck me until I come screaming." Josh pulled away so he could look into Zach's eyes. What he saw was tenderness and caring, but he needed to be certain. "Zach, you sure? It sounds great, but there's no hurry. I'm kinda big, I mean we'll go really slow, but it's still probably gonna hurt," said Josh gently. "I know, I've been reading too, but we have all night. I'm sure it will be amazing, and I want it to be you." Josh teared up slightly as he listened to Zach. With a soft smile and a nod he agreed, mentally committing himself to making it as good as he could for Zach. Leaning down, he kissed the cute boy in front of him. "That sounds awesome, Zach. What do you want to do first?" "Well you were telling me about their shower. It sounds fun, do you think we could use it to . . . clean up and stuff?" Josh smiled from ear to ear. "Yeah, I don't see a problem. I think it would be fun." The pair raced to Josh's bedroom and quickly stripped, leaving clothes strewn around the room like a whirlwind had hit. They moved quietly through the guy's bedroom, both with a nagging feeling they were intruding. But when they stepped into the bathroom, Zach was awestruck. The masses of gleaming chrome and stainless fixtures were impressive, as was the huge tub to one side. But it was the enormous glass cube that dominated the room that drew their focus. Josh walked over and started adjusting all the jets as Zach watched. Once everything was set, he took Zach's hand and pulled him into the shower. Snapping out of his spell, Zach kissed Josh, then grabbed a washcloth and filled it with soap. Lifting Josh's arm, he got the pungent aroma of a day's sweat. Working the cloth, he soon had the dark hair under both arms matted with soap. Moving to Josh's chest, Zach nursed first one nipple and then the other before beginning to gently cover his torso with suds. He let the cloth go south, dipping into Josh's navel, running his finger into it gently as he listened to Josh's soft sighs. Zach washed across Josh's treasure trail, coating the thick black line with soap. He teasingly ran the cloth across Josh's flat abdomen, but avoided touching his flexing cock. Pushing Josh backward, he smiled as the younger man's ass found the bench. "Sit down, take a load off," quipped Zach. Josh ran his hand over Zach's face. "Oh, I have a load to get off alright." Zach giggled, kneeled in front of Josh, and then picked up one of his big feet and held it carefully against his face to inhale its scent. Josh saw Zach's cock flex with each sniff and smiled that his little bed partner got off on his stinky feet. Josh let out a sigh as Zach started carefully cleaning his feet and then legs. The feeling of the soft cloth made his body tremble. Soon Zach reached the top of his muscular thighs and looked up at Josh. Josh pushed his legs apart and stood, his big balls dangling between his muscular legs as he looked down at Zach. "I think you still need to work on a few spots," said Josh with a smile. "Hmm, I'm saving the best for last," said Zach. He reached up, gently wrapped his fingers around Josh's nuts and started washing them. Once they were dripping with soap, Zach let his fingers glide backward and rub over Josh's sweet spot. The second he touched it, Josh let out a huge sigh and Zach felt a tremor travel through his body. Smiling to himself, Zach could feel Josh's body shake from the stimulation. As he watched the stream of precum being pumped out of Josh's cock, he slowly ran the cloth over Josh's sensitive perineum. Zach watched as Josh started caressing himself, lightly fingering his own nipples. In response, Zach pushed back further, rubbing across Josh's butthole. After long amazing minutes of Zach's teasing, Josh wanted more. Moving slowly, he laid his torso across the bench, presenting his muscular ass to Zach. Smiling with lustful delight, Zach pried Josh's ass open and started cleaning it carefully. He quickly had suds running down Josh's crack, hiding his gateway from Zach. Looking at it with fascination, he dropped the washcloth to the floor and started rubbing his soap-coated finger against Josh's hole. Pressing it forward slowly, he soon found his digit buried inside his boyfriend. Mesmerized, he watched his slim finger slip in and out with increasing speed, pressing it deeper without effort until a loud moan brought Zach out of his revelry. Freezing, he looked up to see Josh's contorted face looking back at him. "That feels amazing Zach. But I think I better get you ready before I unload in the shower," said Josh in a rumbling voice. Josh picked up the cloth and squirted more liquid soap into it. Smiling at his smaller lover, he ran the soapy cloth over his spiked hair. Zach sighed softly as the suds dripped down his closed eyes and he felt the texture of the cloth glide over the back of his neck. Josh's hands tenderly caressed his almost hairless face as the streams of water washed the soap from him. Josh leaned down and kissed him gently as his hands ran over Zach's silky smooth back. "Damn, you're hot," whispered Josh. Zach moaned softly, loving the feel of Josh's work-roughened hands as they gripped his round ass. Josh released Zach and guided him onto the bench. He mimicked Zach's actions as he cleaned the college boy's feet and legs. Josh knelt on the shower floor and ran the soapy cloth over Zach's thighs, his straining cock flexing with each touch, a steady stream of precum flowing from it. Josh loved the look of Zach's cock when he was rock hard. The foreskin slipped down and looked like a collar around his deep red cockhead. The stream of precum increased as the smaller man struggled to not unload. Josh wisely avoided touching Zach's cock, knowing he would explode with the slightest touch. Gripping Zach by the hips, Josh moved him so he was kneeling on the bench, his ass exposed. Taking the soapy cloth, Josh started washing Zach's ass. He gently ran his cloth-covered hand over Zach's tight round butt. With each pass, Josh let his fingers glide deeper into the crevice splitting Zach's ass. When his fingers reached their goal, Josh applied more pressure teasing Zach's hole with the cloth. "Oh god," moaned Zach. "That feels so good, don't stop." Josh tossed the cloth aside and gripped Zach's butt cheeks in his hands. Josh flicked a finger against Zach's tiny, hairless pink hole, watching it convulse with each touch. The teasing had its desired effect and Zach was soon bucking beneath his hands. Josh ran a hand over Zach's body, coating it with suds. Moving down again, he pushed the tip of his soap-coated finger into Zach's butt. "Oh fuck! Holy fucking shit!" screamed Zach. Josh slowly rotated his finger, letting the soap lube Zach's hole as his finger slid in with little resistance. Once he had bottomed out, Josh paused for a few moments to let Zach adjust. As soon as Josh was sure Zach was in no pain, he started searching for Zach's prostate. Once he found the firm bulb, Josh stroked it with his finger, hoping he was doing it right. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! What're you doing? Oh! Oh hell, no no no. Oh! God!" screamed Zach. With a final guttural scream, Zach's body convulsed and coated the shower wall with boy spunk. Josh stroked his swollen prostate as Zach emptied his balls onto the glass wall. With his body shaking, Zach fell against Josh, his breath coming in gasps. Josh cradled the smaller boy, gently caressing his skin as he recovered from his orgasm. Zach turned and kissed Josh with a smile. "Oh my god! That was amazing! I've never came so hard," said Zach. "That's only the beginning," said Josh, "Let's get out." Josh guided Zach out of the shower and dried his slender body. Zach took the towel from Josh and carefully dried his lover, exploring his body as never before. He paid particular attention to Josh's groin and ass, until he felt hands tugging at him. They kissed gently and Josh caressed Zach's face. "Any more and I'm going to explode," said Josh with a smile. Taking Zach by the hand, Josh led him into his bedroom and carefully closed the door. Josh guided Zach to the bed and softly laid him down. Crawling beside him, Josh started kissing along his neck. Soon he had Zach's ear between his teeth and the smaller man was moaning louder and louder. Josh's hand splayed across Zach's smooth pale chest, caressing it softly. Josh felt Zach's hard nipples glide under his hand and started rubbing them as he moved down to suck on Zach's neck. Zach was writhing as the passion built. "Oh shit, Josh. That feels so good," said Zach as he gasped for air. Josh lifted up, smiling at the responsive partner under him and ran his hand lower. Running his fingers through the soft texture of Zach's blonde bush, Josh felt his own hard cock flex in response. Without a word, he turned Zach on his stomach and Josh lay on the bed between his spread legs, grabbed his ass in both hands and pried it apart. He wanted to do this, he wanted to taste Zach, but he wasn't sure. How would he feel? How would Zach feel? It was always a taboo spot in Josh's world. But as he opened it, all he smelled was soap with a slight earthy tang, nothing bad or repulsive. Josh moved closer and inhaled again, filling his senses with Zach's masculinity. It was the final piece of foreplay for Josh and without another thought he ran his tongue over Zach's pale pink hole. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" screamed Zach, "Oh my god! What are you doing?" Josh lifted his face, pressing his finger against Zach's wet hole. "I'm rimming you, now just enjoy it," said Josh with a chuckle. Zach grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it as Josh continued his assault on his virgin ass. He was soon reduced to a wordless state of bliss as Josh's tongue buried itself in his gut. Josh wondered why he had been so reluctant about tonguing Zach. The reactions of the smaller man alone were amazing, and as he felt Zach's hole gradually take him in, he wanted more. He began ramming his tongue into Zach's hole, burying it deeper and deeper as Zach's gateway opened for him, and in a few minutes, Josh had his face buried in Zach's ass, flicking and driving his tongue inside Zach's tender hole. As lust built inside of Josh, he moved his face back and swiped his tongue over Zach's pucker while he watched his boyfriend's heaving body. Moving quickly, he retrieved the lube and squirted his hand full of the slick gel. As he moved his wet fingers across Zach's ass, Zach trembled. "Put 'em in! Oh god please put 'em in!" yelled Zach as his swollen ass was teased mercilessly. Without a word, Josh slowly sank one finger completely inside of Zach. The little bottom's cries were mounting with each new experience, and this was no exception, as his cries became screams of pleasure. Working slowly, Josh inserted two, and eventually three fingers inside his lover over the course of many long minutes. By the time he was finished, he was easily sliding three fingers in and out of Zach, the smaller boy whimpering with need. "Please Josh! Slam your fat cock inside me! Oh damn! Just fuck me!" Deciding it was time, Josh let his fingers slowly slip out of Zach's ass, which was greeted by a moan of disappointment. He wrapped his hands around Zach's waist and rolled him to his back. At first Josh thought Zach had shot his load from the size of the wet spot, but realized it was precum drooled from Zach's steel hard dick. Not touching Zach's cock, Josh ran his hands over his slender torso and then leaned in and gave him a hard kiss. Pulling back, he stared into Zach's blue eyes and smiled. "Ready to lose your cherry?" asked Josh. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me already!" whimpered Zach. "Ok, but you're on top. Then you can control everything" Zach nodded in agreement and Josh pulled him against his chest and rolled them so Zach was sitting on top of him. Reaching over, Josh retrieved a condom and handed it to Zach. He smiled, ripped open the wrapper, and quickly sheathed Josh's granite hard cock. Zach grabbed the lube and gave Josh's dick a thick coating and then knelt over it. Reaching between his legs, Zach positioned Josh's cock against his hole and pressed down. Josh watch as pleasure, and discomfort, flash across Zach's face as he was stretched beyond anything previously and with a final shove and an audible gasp from Zach, the bulbous head popped inside his outer portal. "Take it slow, Zach. There's no rush. Just relax, don't hurt yourself. Push out some, it'll make it easier," whispered Josh in his ear. Zach nodded in agreement and Josh could feel the vise like grip of his ass lessen. With a multitude of groans and sighs, Zach slowly pressed Josh deeper inside him. As the last few millimeters of cock entered him, Zach let out a noise that could only be called blissful. "Shit, this feels amazing! I never imagined it would be so good," said Zach through his sighs of contentment. Josh ran his hands over Zach's chest, enjoying the pleasure that was enveloping Zach. Josh watched as Zach started rocking slowly, feeling his cock rub back and forth inside his lover. Zach's passion grew as he started riding Josh's cock. Soon his head was thrown back as he plunged Josh's thick hard cock over and over into his virgin butt. Josh watched as Zach's cock flopped back and forth with each motion of his hips. Josh knew neither of them would last long, but he wanted to be certain that Zach's first time was as good as he could make it. Josh ran his hands over Zach's flat stomach and then his chest, taking his nipples between his fingers and twisting them. With that, Zach started rammed himself onto Josh's cock. "Yes! Fuck! So good. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" screamed Zach. Without touching himself, Zach's cock exploded as he furiously rode Josh. Without touching himself, his dick started shooting cum over Josh's chest. His cries became animalistic as the waves of climax crested and then buried Zach in their pleasure. Engulfed in the sensation of his first fuck, Zach reached down and twisted Josh's nipples hard. The initial pain shot through Josh and he bucked hard into Zach. The sensation quickly changed as the nipple play signaled the beginning of Josh's orgasm. Josh grabbed Zach's hips, pinning him on his exploding cock. Josh felt cum rocket from his nuts over and over as the results of their extended foreplay showed in the volume of semen he shot. After a few moments they came down from their orgasmic highs. Zach collapsed onto Josh and curled into a ball as he tried to catch his breath. Josh smiled as he ran his hands over the small man laying on him. "How was that, Zach?" "Oh. My. God. It was amazing. Better than I imagined," said Zach quietly. "Are you . . . sore?" asked Josh. Zach paused for a minute, feeling Josh's softening cock still in his ass. "Maybe a little, but mostly it just feels fantastic!" said Zach. "Good, I'm glad," said Josh with a contented smile. The pair lay in quiet contentment for several long minutes before Zach lifted himself up, letting Josh's still plump cock slip out. Quickly he scurried to the bathroom and brought back a cloth, cleaning Josh thoroughly. He slipped the condom off and wrapped it in a piece of toilet paper he had brought and flushed the condom. Taking care of everything else, he crawled back into the bed with Josh, pulling his muscular arm over him. Josh kissed the back of Zach's neck, content that Zach had lost his virginity in a way that he had only dreamed about. He pulled his lover against him and shortly they both had drifted off to sleep. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Darrin looked up a second before Dr. Ruck tapped on his door frame. Her hand froze in mid-air and she looked at Darrin. "Do you mind if I come in for a few minutes?" she asked. "No, certainly not," replied Darrin with some trepidation. "What can I do for you?" "Well . . . it's more what do you know," replied Emma with a grimace. "Like what?" asked Darrin. "Were you aware the Boorman is spreading rumors about you?" "No, what kind of rumors?" asked Darrin. "Mostly the typical homophobic shit," said Ruck with a fierce face, "My concern is the more immediate things that might jeopardize your tenure. Like kissing a male student . . ." Darrin rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. "Well I made a poor choice on that one to not share the information with you. I didn't kiss the student though, he kissed me. And he has since apologized, to me, and Mitch. He's actually dating Josh now . . . I know, it doesn't sound very good." Emma laughed and shook her head, "Students get crushes, especially on faculty they are working with. It won't take much damage control to stop that rumor." She paused for a moment and then continued, "Darrin, you can trust me. I promise you, if there is a problem, I'll tell you about it. I won't wait until your mid-point review and drop a bombshell." "Yes ma'am, I know," said Darrin sheepishly. "Good, that's settled. Now, have you gotten any word back from our grant? I remember the first review deadline being . . ." \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Darrin watched as both Josh and Mitch paced the living room. Mitch had finally decided on foundation animals for their cow herd and the animals were being delivered today. But Darrin had not been able to go on the trip when they were selected, Josh had gone instead. So Mitch was more concerned than he might have been otherwise. The breed Mitch had selected was Santa Gertrudis and Darrin didn't know much about them other than they could take the Oklahoma heat. They had bought 50 cows and two bulls to start the herd, which was a sizable investment for their new ranch. But the steers they had grown out last winter had provided a good return on their investment and Darrin trusted Mitch's judgment, but the other two were making him apprehensive just from their nervousness. He decided he knew what would distract them and with an ornery grin he turned to Josh. "So, Josh, I hear you think we should have goats," said Darrin with an innocent smile. Mitch stopped in mid stride and turned to Darrin and Josh both. "No, no damn goats. They eat everything and you can't keep them in. Besides, there's no market for them." "Yes there is," retorted Josh, "there are some pretty big markets in Texas already. And with some of the new immigrant groups, the demand for cabrito is increasing." "No, no goats. They just tear up shit, get into everything. No goats," said Mitch adamantly. "Worse than a one-ton Santa Gertrudis bull? I don't think so. And they would help clear out the brush. You know, they like eating trees. Also, have you thought about . . ." Darrin couldn't help but chuckle. He knew this was an ongoing argument between the two and they could argue about it for hours. Personally, he though Josh had some good points, but he wasn't going to weigh in on either side. He knew he was already going to catch it later from Mitch for bringing it up anyway. As the argument stretched on Darrin glanced out the window to see dust boiling up along the road. "Guys, I believe your cattle are arriving." Mitch and Josh stopped in mid sentence and looked out the window. Immediately, both of them scrambled for their boots and were soon piling out the door. Darrin followed at a more sedate pace; stopping on the porch to pull on his boots and watch the trucks pull up. He smiled as Mitch and Josh helped the drivers, and Darrin was happy to let them do the work while he played the role of gentleman farmer. By the time he arrived at the corral, the first load of cows were already unloading. The muscular, cherry red animals that poured off the trailer impressed Darrin. He hadn't made the time to research the breed like he normally would have, so he hadn't been sure what they looked like. He noticed they were a mix of polled and horned animals and while they were fairly docile, they were extremely alert. As the first truck pulled off, Darrin did jump in to help. With all three of them working, they soon had pens full of the remarkable red cattle. Darrin stood on the corral looking over the cows and was impressed. He had to admit they were wonderful looking animals, but something about their appearance was nagging at him. "So, what'd ya think?" asked Mitch. Darrin turned to find Mitch and Josh waiting for his reaction. "I think they look amazing! You guys did a great job picking out a herd." A broad smile spread across both of their faces. They all turned to look over the milling animals and Josh piped in. "Wait until you see the bulls we got. They have impressive bloodlines and their rates of gain were fantastic!" Darrin noticed that Mitch flinched a little and remained silent. But Darrin chalked it up to nerves. They watched as a smaller gooseneck trailer pulled in with the bulls. Darrin could see the two large beef animals pacing the trailer as Mitch helped guide it into position. He and Josh moved to one side of the bull's pen and watched as Mitch cracked open the rear gate to the trailer. The first bull raced from confinement into the open pen. Darrin admired the rippling red skin, his sleek hornless head and muscular body. As with the females, something about the bull was tugging at memories. As he felt close to solving the riddle, the second bull raced out. Darrin looked at the horns, longer ears and larger hump and everything clicked into place. "You must be fuck'n kidding me! You bought goddamn Brahmans! You fuck'n asshole," said Darrin in a barely contained scream. "No, they aren't Brahmans, but Brahman was used in their breeding. They aren't crazy like those cattle at the research station. Josh and I were careful to pick only animals with good dispositions," explained Mitch quietly. Darrin looked at the two bulls just in time to see the horned bull turn and snort at them. Without another word Darrin jumped off the fence and stormed to the house. Josh moved beside Mitch as they heard the door slam when he went into the house. "What's wrong? I thought he would be happy. What's he mad about?" questioned Josh. "When we were in grad school Darrin had a bad run-in with a crazy Brahman bull. It almost killed him," said Mitch softly. "Oh. What're we gonna do then," asked Josh. Mitch looked at the youngster and clapped his hand on his shoulder. "We aren't doing anything, I'll talk with Darrin after he has time to think about it. Let's get the cattle settled in." Mitch helped Josh get all the animals in the right pens and double checked on the two bulls before he left Josh to fill feed bunks and troughs. As he walked back to the house, Mitch tried to work out how much damage control he was going to need to do, but he just wasn't sure. Mitch walked into the house and heard the clink of a bottle being set down. Turning the corner into the living room, he saw Darrin sprawled on the floor, staring out the window. Mitch quietly walked up and watched Darren take another long pull on his beer. "I didn't handle that very well, did I," said Darrin. Mitch straddled Darrin, sitting in the chair with him between his legs. He started rubbing Darrin's shoulders without saying anything. He continued for several minutes, letting his thoughts become clearer. He ran his hand down Darrin's chest and gave him a slight hug. "I should have told you. I really don't know if it was on purpose, or I just forgot," admitted Mitch. "The sight of that bull scared the crap out of me," said Darrin. "I know, babe, but honestly they're big babies. Josh and I were careful to not pick any wild stock, and the Gerts have had most of the crazy bred out of them." "Ok. I know. I'll be fine. Just give me some time. Let's go back out though. I don't want to have to have to have any more talks with Josh," said Darrin with a chuckle. Mitch smiled and stood, teasingly rubbing his crotch against the back of Darrin's head. With a chuckle at the look he got, he helped Darrin up. Mitch wrapped his arms around Darrin and hugged him tight. Pulling back slightly, he kissed Darrin softly. "They were the right choice, you'll see," said Mitch with a smile. "Yeah, yeah. We'll see," said Darrin with a playful swat at Mitch. Darrin followed his husband out of the house, enjoying the view of his tight backside as they moved to help Josh settle the cattle in for the night. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> "Mitch, I'm telling you, this is a bad idea," said Darrin as they walked through the door. "What if we run into one of my students? How will I explain being in a porn shop?" "Why would you need to explain anything? You are well over the legal age to be in here, and all this shit is legal. Even in Oklahoma." "Yeah, well how would you feel if you were shopping for sex toys and you ran into your professor?" asked Darrin. "Jeez! You're a little worry wart ain't ya? Stop being so paranoid. Maybe we'll find something fun that you didn't see on your little website," said Mitch with a smirk. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Darrin surrendered. The pair walked through the store, chuckling at some of the items, and selecting a few to buy. Just as they rounded a display of man-on-man videos, Mitch stopped Darrin with an out flung hand. Darrin looked questioningly at Mitch, who nodded down the isle at another customer. "That's Boorman!" whispered Mitch. "No, no way!" "Watch him walk. It's his 'corncob up his ass' walk. But it looks like it might be something else up his ass," said Mitch with a chuckle. Darrin watched for a few minutes and then smiled to himself. It was definitely Boorman. Darrin snickered at his armload of sex toys, including a huge purple butt plug that looked as big as his wrist. Darrin's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward; ready to confront Kevin, when he felt Mitch grab his arm. "No, not here. You have something on him, it might be useful later," whispered Mitch. Darrin thought a minute and sighed, "Yeah, you're right. He'd just twist it around. But the little closet case, it pisses me off." "I know, babe. And you know how much I'd like to call him out. But I just have a feeling this will be useful later. And guess what? I have this." Mitch held up his phone. "So we can just snap a few pictures, then he won't be able to squirm out of it later." Darrin smiled and nodded at Mitch's suggestion. They carefully moved around the store, following Boorman and taking a few photos. He had picked up several gay videos, in addition to his haul of sex toys. Darrin glanced as they walked past that section, and was surprised to discover they were all hard-core leather and bondage films. Once Boorman had made his purchase and left, Mitch turned to Darrin and started chuckling. "Oh my god, he's a total closet case! He's a bottom boy without a top," said Mitch through his laughter. "It's kinda sad don't you think? He hates us for being what he wishes he could be," said Darrin slowly. "You make choices, you live with the consequences. He hates anyone who is gay because he thinks it's not normal, that includes himself," said Mitch with a scowl. "Besides, he's caused us trouble from the beginning. He deserves whatever he gets." "Ok, ok, you're right. I'm just a soft touch, and apparently that includes assholes." "I don't forgive assholes! But we have a ton of our own fun toys. Let's pay for them and head home," said Mitch, "Besides, one of these is for Josh!" "Oh fuck no! Don't you dare buy Josh a dildo! Oh my god, do you want to send him into therapy?" spouted Darrin as he turned to find Mitch holding his stomach in laughter. "What's so fuck'n funny?" asked Darrin with a scowl. "Like I'd give Josh sex toys. You're so easy!" Darrin looked at Mitch, his mouth hanging open as his husband continued to laugh at him. Gathering himself, he turned and marched to the counter, put their purchases on it and looked at the clerk with an expression that dared him to say anything. Sitting in the pickup on the way home, Darrin stared intently out the window. Mitch watched him; afraid he was in one of his moody funks. Mitch saw his shoulders begin to shake and was afraid something that had happened was bringing up bad memories. But then Mitch heard the sound of soft laughter, and soon Darrin was producing a good belly laugh. He turned back to Mitch and wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. "I am easy sometimes, aren't I?" Mitch rubbed his hand over Darrin's back, "That's why you're so wonderful. You are always trying to protect everyone." "Jeez, being the bleeding heart is so tiring sometimes," said Darrin with a snort. "Yeah it is," agreed Mitch with a laugh. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> When Darrin and Mitch pulled into the driveway, they could see Josh standing in the front yard talking to someone. As they pulled closer it was obvious they were not having a cordial conversation. Josh had a severe look on his face, and his arms crossed. Parking to one side, they watched for a few minutes before they moved to get out of the pickup. As they walked to Josh's side, they could hear the conversation. "This thing of yours has gone on long enough. Your mother and I forgive you, but you have to come home now. We've found a place that will treat you for your problem." "Problem? What problem? My being gay? Cause that isn't a problem, it's just part of me," replied Josh stiffly. "Josh, lower your voice to me. The church is going to pray for you. We'll fix it." "Fix it? You are gonna fix me! I'm not broken! No real doctor considers homosexuality to be a disorder. But you've found another religious freak that says they can treat homosexuality. There is nothing to talk about here, Dad. I'm not broken and I'm not leaving the ranch. Darrin and Mitch need me!" spat out Josh. Josh's father drew back his hand and Josh braced himself. But at the apex of his swing, his father's punch was stopped suddenly by an iron grip. Turning, he saw his wrist in Mitch's grip. "Sir, it's time for you to go now. Josh made himself clear, and he's no longer a minor," said Mitch through gritted teeth. "You! You two! You're going to burn in hell for converting my son. You are evil and spread evil. When Jesus comes—" Darrin made a step toward him with a look that would ignite stone. His fists were clenched at his sides as he moved toward the man. He started to speak, and then he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Darrin, I've got this. This is one battle that I can fight on my own. I've known this day was coming since I got here in Sheriff White Cloud's car," said Josh. Then he turned to his father and began quietly. "I am not going with you, Dad. You gave that up when you and Mom beat me a year ago. I'm not broken, and I'm not going to hell because I'm gay. You need to actually read the bible instead of spouting what other people tell you. Because I have read it, done my research, and I don't agree with your interpretation. You can't pick some things and not other because they aren't convenient. You also talk about the original bible, but it doesn't exist. Everything has been filtered through 2,000 years of interpretation. My God doesn't punish people who love each other and are doing no harm. You threw me out of the house, but after a year you want me back? I would have been homeless and living on the street if it weren't for these men. They've taken care of me, fed me and helped me grow into a man that you, well Grandpa anyway, would be proud of. If it weren't for them, well, I probably wouldn't be alive," Josh took a deep breath and shook his head. "Now, if you want to be around me, you are the one who has to change, not me." The older man looked at his son and then clenched his jaw. He jerked his hand free of Mitch's grip and stormed back to his pickup. Josh stood with crossed arms and watched as his father sped down the driveway. As the pickup disappeared into the distance, he let out a long sigh. Darrin walked up behind him and put his arm over his shoulder. "It could be worse. He's still alive, at least as long as they're alive there's a chance that they will understand. My dad died first. But I'm not sure he would have ever understood," said Darrin. "Darrin, they beat me so bad that the Sheriff had to rescue me and bring me here. They ignored me for a year, and then came back with a 'cure'. I don't think it's going to change for them either," said Josh with tears that were barely held back. "You are our family, Josh. Darrin and I want you to stay as long as you'd like. You always have a home with us," said Mitch as he walked up beside Josh on his other side. Josh turned and smiled at Mitch, "Thanks Mitch. I appreciate that. A lot of kids like me aren't lucky and end up homeless and turning tricks to feed themselves. I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate what you've done." Josh hugged them both and smiled weakly. Darrin and Mitch each hugged him in turn. They sat down on the steps together and quietly watched the crimson sunset. The quiet time together seemed to dispel the tension of the encounter. Mitch looked at Darrin and winked just before he reached down and started tickling Josh. He quickly discovered his most vulnerable spots and soon had him squirming on the floor laughing hysterically. Mitch stepped back and chuckled as Josh caught his breath, having successfully dismissed the pall that had hung over them. Mitch helped Josh up and then gently shoved him toward the door. As he moved forward, Mitch cast a grin at Darrin and started. "You know, Josh. We picked up a di—" Mitch was cut off by a sharp whack on the back of the head from Darrin. Looking over with an unrepentant smile, he followed the other two into their house for a nice family meal. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Mitch walked out of the bedroom swinging something hot pink that looked vaguely familiar to Darrin. As he got closer, Darrin blushed deep red when he recognized the double-headed dildo from the adult store they had went to a few weeks before. Darrin covered his face with both hands and moaned as Mitch became more and more lurid with the toy. As Mitch started doing his version of a stripper dance, Darrin peeked between his fingers. "Damn, Mitch. What were we thinking to buy that thing?" "I think we thought we'd be having fuck'n hot sex. That's what I think," replied Mitch. "I don't even know how to use it," said Darrin with a slight smile. "Let's go see what it'll do! Josh is gone for awhile." Darrin nodded in agreement, took Mitch's offered hand and followed him into the bedroom. Closing the door behind them, Darrin walked behind Mitch, running his hands over Mitch's muscular chest. "Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?" whispered Darrin. "Yup, but it's always good to hear," said Mitch as he turned in Darrin's arms, "I love you too, handsome. A lot." They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. Their souls poured into each other as the feelings of tenderness overwhelmed them both. Darrin let his lips trail down Mitch's neck, kissing lower until he reached the hollow at the base of his neck. He heard a soft sigh from Mitch and held him close. After a few more moments, Darrin felt Mitch's tongue tracing along the rim of his ear. The tingling ran down his body, and he sighed softly as he felt Mitch's teeth close on his ear lobe. "Damn, that feels good," said Darrin quietly. He grasped Mitch's t-shirt and tugged it upward, exposing his hairy chest. He leaned in and took a deep breath, the scent of his man curled through his brain as his hands relished the texture of his body. Darrin tugged the shirt off and let it drop to the floor, then quickly peeled his own shirt off and took Mitch back in his arms. Their explorations were slow and deliberate with delicate touches trailing over each other's bodies. Soon their cocks were rock hard, and ready. They gently undressed each other and climbed into bed. Mitch held the dildo up and grinned at Darrin. "So, I think we should start with you and see how it feels," said Mitch with a grin. "Hmm, sounds great to me. Get me ready, babe." Mitch coated Darrin's hole with lube and then slid in a finger. Working it slowly, he ran his free hand over Darrin's body as he explored his depths. Soon he was up to three fingers and Darrin was writhing on the bed beside him. He slowly let his fingers slide out and then ran his hand up and down Darrin ass. "Oh god, Mitch. I'm ready, put it in," said Darrin. Mitch took the hot pink length of gel and covered it with lube. Feeding one end into Darrin, he soon had over half it's length buried inside his husband. Sliding it slowly back and forth, he watched as Darrin relaxed and started to move in the same rhythm. Mitch enjoyed the show as Darrin's hand curled around his own pecs and then started rubbing his hard nipples. Mitch smiled as Darrin closed his eyes, losing himself in the hot sex. Mitch continued until he knew Darrin was buried in the sensations, and then stopped. "Oh fuck. Don't stop! Screw me," begged Darrin. "Time to share, babe. Move up a little, I'm pretty sure we need to be ass to ass for this to work" said Mitch with a smile. Darrin moved up, resting on his elbows he watched Mitch move into place. He felt the wonderful tickle of Mitch's hairy ass rubbing against his own and enjoyed the sight of Mitch prepared himself. Darrin's cock flexed and belched out a blob of precum when the other head of the pink dildo slipped into Mitch's ass. Their legs interlocked as their asses started grinding against each other. Darrin's fist wrapped around his cock and he started stroking it slowly. The motion of the toy was slow and shallow, causing passion to build as they gently moved as much as possible without losing the dildo. Soon though, while they were enjoying it, they were both giggling. "Is it just me, or is this a little . . . odd," asked Mitch with a chuckle in his voice. "It feels good, but it is kinda weird, yeah," said Darrin with a laugh. "Race ya to get off!" said Mitch as he grabbed his cock and started pounding it. Darrin grinned and jacked his cock fast; knowing all the slow build up was going make him have a hair trigger. Darrin felt his orgasm begin just as Mitch signaled the beginning of his climax. As Darrin's cock exploded, he felt the first stream of Mitch's jizz land across his stomach. With volley after volley of cream crisscrossing their torsos, Mitch and Darrin finished emptying their nuts. They collapsed against the bed as the sex toy slowly slid out of their butts. As it left Mitch's ass with a wet slurp, he started laughing. "Babe, we've tried a lot of things, and I want to try more. But this one I'll pass on doing again," said Mitch with a smile. Darrin chuckled, "Yeah, it wasn't really all that I thought it would be either." Mitch lifted up the lube-covered dildo and laughed again, "Yeah, I think we can retire the giant pink worm!" Darrin chuckled and levered himself off the bed. Kissing his man first, he then dragged him to the bathroom to shower off the evidence of their latest fun time. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Mitch sat in the hot high school gym, on a hard folding chair, and kept his thoughts to himself. He was dressed in a suit and tie and looked even more uncomfortable than he was. If someone had told him a year ago that he would be sitting in the parents section for a young man's high school graduation, he would have laughed at them. But that's exactly where he was. Josh had made it very clear that he wanted them in the parent's section. After the showdown with his father, Josh hadn't heard another word from them and Josh had not said anything either. He and Darrin hadn't argued with his choice and had agreed to attend. So, now Mitch was sitting in a monkey suit, and squirming in discomfort. "Stop it! You're worse than a little kid in church!" said Darrin under his breath. "This suit itches, and it's hot," whined Mitch. "Stop bitch'n!" ordered Darrin. "We're here to see Josh graduate, you'll survive an hour in a suit." Mitch settled back on his chair, his arms crossed, looking very unhappy and uncomfortable as they waited. Darrin chuckled and settled back, watching the crowd around them. He knew this wouldn't take very long. There couldn't be more than 75 or 80 kids graduating. A few speeches to listen to, the parade across the stage, and it would be over. The typical greetings and words of wisdom from various adults started off the events. Soon the graduates were parading across the stage as the ceremony wound to an end. Mitch and Darrin cheered and whistled as Josh got his diploma, and were rewarded with a beaming smile from him. As Darrin thought the ceremony was about to end, Josh walked back onto the stage. From the look on his face, Darrin was afraid he was about to do something either really brave, or really stupid, and probably a little of both. Josh began the typical student response, talking about his positive high school experiences. But as the speech continued, there were more and more pregnant pauses in Josh's delivery. Finally he raised his head and looked over the crowd. "I do love this school, I really do. And I have some great friends here. But I was also beaten by my parents when I tried to tell them I was gay. Fortunately for me, Darrin and Mitch agreed to take me in, and they've given me a home. Otherwise, I would be one of the thousands of gay teenagers who are homeless, or worse dead. It was a really bad time a year ago, but the guys saved me. When this school decided that same-sex couples shouldn't be at the school prom, they threw a kick-ass prom at the ranch. Sorry for the cussing, but it was. When a guy I thought was in love with me dumped me, they were there to help pick up the pieces. I've become a better man because of them, not because of some of the—" Suddenly the microphone went dead; everyone was looking around trying to figure out what had happened. In moments, they saw the high school principal walk onto the stage. "That will conclude the graduation ceremony for today. If you will—" Mitch was about to jump to his feet, when the woman a few rows over beat him to it. "No! Earl you turn that darn speaker back on and let this boy finish!" "Now, Charlene. That wasn't the approved speech. You know the rules." "Bullshit!" boomed a loud male voice from the other side of the room. "Turn the damn thing back on. I may not agree with him, but last time I checked we do have freedom of speech." Soon the comments were ricocheting from all around. Most were defending Josh; a few were siding with the principal. Darrin could see this was getting ugly. Then he glanced at the stage and saw that from somewhere Josh had gotten a bullhorn so he could be heard over the uproar. "Hey!" yelled Josh. The crowd hushed and looked at him. Darrin watched him take a deep breath and begin to speak. "It wasn't my intention to start an riot. I just wanted to say what I was feeling. I'm very thankful to those two men who I consider my dads. And to say that you shouldn't judge people. This high school needs to be more accepting of everyone, not just the majority. That's all. I'm finished." As Josh turned to walk off, Darrin and Mitch rose as a unit and started clapping. Moment's later almost the entire graduating class followed suit. Soon the din was deafening as the crowd reacted. The principal tried to regain control several times but finally gave up. Motioning to the back, he had the doors opened and people began stream out to their celebrations. Josh was standing waiting on them as they made their way out. Wrapping his arms around them both, Mitch could see the tears rolling down his face. "I hadn't planned to do that, I swear. I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you," said Josh in a tear filled voice. "Josh, that was probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. We weren't embarrassed at all," said Mitch with Darrin nodding in agreement. Josh sobbed and wiped his eyes on his sleeve, "Damn, I'm crying like a big ole baby." Mitch smiled and pulled Josh into a hug, "It's ok. You're entitled to cry when you feel like crying." Darrin patted him on the back, "You did a great job, Josh. I think you left them with a great message." Just then Zach and Emma Ruck walked up. Emma immediately embraced Josh, then kissed his cheek. He blushed as she wiped the lipstick off his face and then grabbed him by his shoulders. "Damn fine speech, Josh. Damn fine! I'm proud to know you." "Thank you, ma'am. It just kinda happened. I wasn't really planning to try and start a riot!" said Josh with a shaky chuckle. "They needed a riot! Damn, principal." Turning, she acknowledged Darrin and Mitch. When they looked back, Zach had found his way to Josh's side and was looking at him with adoring eyes. Darrin turned back to Emma with a smile and asked, "Why are you here, Emma?" "A friend's kid was graduating, so I had a front row seat for the whole thing. Wouldn't have missed it for the world!" explained Emma. After a few more minutes of small talk and a lot of photos with Josh in every possible combination of people, they headed to their pickups. Josh had driven himself, and Zach rode with him. Everyone arrived at the ranch at the same time. Mitch and Josh raced for the door, resulting in good-natured jostling to see who was the first one through. Finally Josh burst through the door, to be confronted with a table filled with cake and presents. Turning, Josh grabbed both men and pulled them into a hug. Releasing them, he glanced over the table. Looking up with tears again in his eyes, he started— "Thanks guys, this really wasn't necessary though," said Josh quietly. "Shut up and open your presents," said Mitch with a chuckle. Josh smiled and tore into the packages. He soon found a new watch, wallet, and cash from friends and sympathetic relatives. One long, flat package he looked at suspiciously and opened it to find a pair of assless briefs. Embarrassed, he glanced up at the pair but it was Zach who was turning red. "Those were for later . . ." said Zach in a low voice. "Woohoo! Someone's get'n lucky," squealed Mitch. Darrin casually reached up and popped him in the back of the head, amid ruckus laughter. Once everything was opened, Darrin disappeared into the bedroom and brought back an envelope, which he handed to Josh. Unsealing it carefully, he pulled out the document and read it. He glanced up at Darrin in disbelief and read it again. Finally letting it drop at his side, he looked over both men. "This is too much. I can't let you give me this," said Josh quietly. "What are we going to do with it? We're both very finished with school," replied Mitch as his smile broadened. Josh shook his head in disbelief. Finally Zach leaned over to see what it was. Josh opened the letter so he could see that Darrin was giving Josh his faculty tuition release from the university. "Usually it can only be used by immediate family, but since you're our foster son, they let me do it." "I'm your foster son?" asked Josh with a tremble in his voice. "Yup, the Sheriff helped set that one up," said Mitch as he pulled paperwork from a cubbyhole in the desk beside him. Josh looked at everything, staring from one document to the other. Finally he looked up at Darrin and Josh. "I get to go to college? I never thought I'd be able to do that, especially after . . ." "Yup, your college is paid for. If you go to grad school though, you're on your own!" said Mitch with a chuckle. Josh laughed with a little shake in his voice. He sat at the table with a thud and watched in silence as the cake was cut and passed around. By the time everyone had finished their celebratory piece of cake, Josh had calmed down and was having a good time. They enjoyed each others company as they talked about the day for quite some time, but eventually Mitch could see that the boys were ready to begin their own celebration. "You guys must have something planned. Go ahead, get going. Darrin and I will clean up here." Zach nodded eagerly and smiled at Mitch. "Yes sir, I do have plans. Thank you, sir." Mitch shook his head that Zach was still so nervous around him. But he waved them both off and watched out the door while Darrin cleaned the table. "Josh is going to get a piece of ass tonight isn't he?" said Darrin. "Oh yeah, and my guess is Zach is a screamer." Darrin laughed as Mitch came to help him clean up. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Zach closed the door to his dorm room, glad that his roommate went home for the weekend. Pulling Josh further inside the room, he guided him into one of the two chairs. Zach grabbed two beers from his dorm refrigerator and offered one to Josh. "Thanks Zach, but the last time I drank beer I puked and I haven't really gotten over it. You got any DP in there?" "Sure!" said Zach as he grabbed Josh a bottle of Dr. Pepper. He darted in for a quick kiss as he handed it to Josh. "You don't need to kiss and run. You can smooch all you want," said Josh with a chuckle. With that invitation, Zach straddled Josh's lap and gave him a heated kiss. Josh could feel Zach's hard cock as it ground against his own growing cock as they started making out. Zach opened Josh's shirt and was soon nursing on his erect nipples, causing Josh to sigh softly as the sensations filled his body. He looked at Zach and saw his little hair-trigger boy was working toward his first orgasm of the evening. Josh let his hands roam over the smaller man, opening his shirt and rubbing his work-roughened thumbs over Zach's nipples. When the gentle touches caused an eruption of loud moans, Josh reached up, pinching the nipples hard and then rolling them between his fingers. "Oh shit, yes. Damn that feels good," said Zach. Josh leaned in and gently blew in Zach's ear, enjoying the soft moan it garnered. Moving lower, he bit down on Zach's neck and sucked while he continued the nipple play. The combination was enough to send Zach over the edge and with deep grunts of pleasure; he soaked his underwear with boy juice. Josh looked down and smiled as a wet spot grew rapidly at the end of Zach's cloth covered cock. After a few minutes, Zach's body relaxed as his orgasm receded. "Sorry, Josh. I always shoot too fast. I never mean to, you just get me so hot." "It's ok, Zach. You reload just as fast and I love that I can make you cum like that," said Josh as he caressed his lover. "Hmm, give me a minute. I have a surprise for you." Zach climbed off Josh and went to the restroom to clean up. He returned shortly, stripped bare with his still hard cock leading the way. He climbed back on Josh's lap and leaned in to give his chest soft nips with his teeth while tugging on the trail of hair that disappeared into Josh's pants. Josh sighed as the delicious sensations traveled through his body, and then watched Zach move until he was kneeling between Josh's legs, caressing the bulge in his pants. Carefully opening Josh's pants, Zach slowly slid them down as Josh moaned softly from the sensation of the hair on his legs sliding across the denim. Zach pulled the wadded pants off Josh's feet and tossed them aside before running his hands upward, and rubbing on Josh's cloth encased cock. Zach slowly kneaded his boyfriend's crotch until Josh's briefs were translucent with precum. Settling back on his heels, Zach rubbed his fingers over Josh's full nuts. Letting his hands slide to the waistband, Zach curled his fingers around Josh's briefs and started tugging them down. As the base of Josh's cock was uncovered, Zach ran his tongue through Josh's bush and licked the base of his dick. Working his mouth across his groin, he soon had Josh's pubic hair matted down. Squeezing Josh's dick a final time, he pulled the briefs off, freeing Josh's heavy cock, which swung slowly upward. Zach loved the heavy veining and the almost corrugated feel of Josh's cock when it was rock hard. Grabbing the thick shaft in his hand, Zach looked up at Josh while he slid his hand under the bed and retrieved a handful of condoms. "I put 'em there, just in case," Zach explained as he stroked Josh's cock. Josh nodded, panting softly as Zach rip open one of the packages. Zach's hands were trembling with emotion, making an awkward task especially difficult. After a few moments, Josh gently took the condom from him and quickly unrolled it over his dick. Josh caressed his face, running a finger along his jaw. "It's ok, Zach. They're a pain to get on sometimes, and I think its worse since I'm . . .bigger. Just relax, tonight will be wonderful." Zach hesitated for a moment, but saw in Josh's eyes that it really wasn't important. Released from his worry, Zach lost himself in worshiping Josh's groin, tasting and licking over it until Zach was sated on the flavors. He slowly jacked Josh's cock while he listened to the larger boy moan with pleasure. "Ready for your surprise, Josh?" asked Zach with a shy smile. "There's more?" asked Josh with a chuckle. Zach turned his ass to Josh and slowly bent over. As his cheeks separated, Josh could see a small circle of blue in Zach's butthole. Reaching out slowly, Josh pushed his finger against it, causing Zach to groan loudly and precum to drool from his cock. "What is it?" asked Josh, fascinated with this new fun. "A butt plug, I bought it so you wouldn't need to open me. I've been wearing it all day," said Zach. Josh gave a lecherous smile at Zach, "No wonder you shot fast, you've been getting screwed for hours." "Fuck me, Josh. I really need for you to fill me up," said Zach as he moaned again. "Fuck yeah! I want that little hole wrapped around my dick." As Josh reached up to take the plug out, Zach suddenly moved again. Grabbing a towel from the floor, he handed it to Josh. "So you won't have to get dirty . . ." explained Zach. Josh chuckled and shook his head at Zach's cleanliness obsession. But took the cloth and gently gripped the bottom of the plug. As he slowly slid it out, Zach's moans took on a new urgency. Once it popped free, Zach was panting with need as Josh ran his finger over his gapping hole. "Please Josh, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I'm ready, you don't have to be gentle this time." Josh was horny and ready to give Zach exactly what he was wanting. He quickly pressed his cock against Zach's lube filled ass. Driving forward, he met no resistance, and was quickly buried to his pubs in Zach's ass. "Oh fuck! Fuck, oh fuck! Do it Josh, take my ass," screamed Zach. Josh pulled almost out, and then pushed back in slowly. When his slow fucking met with nothing but groans of pleasure, he increased his speed. Soon he had Zach's slender hips in a vice-like grip, his pelvis slapping against Zach's ass. The harder Josh screwed Zach, the louder his moans. Josh lost his careful control and soon had Zach on the bed, one leg pinned under him and the other on his shoulder as he drove his hard pole into Zach's tender ass. Time drew out as the pair shared their passionate lovemaking. With Zach pinned under him and his legs on Josh's shoulders, sweat was dripping from Josh as he pounded the bubble butt under him. Josh was succeeding in hitting Zach's prostate with each thrust, causing Zach to yell with building passion. As Josh rammed it with a particularly powerful thrust, Zach exploded. "Shit! Coming! Fuck me! Harder!" gasped out Zach. Josh rose to his toes and started wildly pounding Zach. His own orgasm had been looming, and Zach's body convulsing around his dick was all it took to lose himself in a mind-bending climax. Josh pinned Zach under him as his body shook. He could feel his balls emptying, filling the latex sheath with his juice. Zach's body was still bucking beneath him as his own orgasm overwhelmed him. When his orgasm slipped away, he released the smaller man, letting his cock slide out as he kissed Zach gently. This time Josh got the washcloth and soaked it with warm water, cleaning first himself and then Zach. Once he'd tossed the wet cloth onto a pile of clothes, Josh crawled into the bed behind Zach and wrapped his arms around the smaller man. Zach lifted Josh's hand to his lips and kissed him gently. Looking over his shoulder, Zach smiled at Josh. "That was amazing," said Zach with a sigh. Josh gently drifted his fingers over Zach's soft face and kissed him softly. "Yes, it was amazing. Mind blowing!" said Josh with a chuckle. Zach snuggled back against Josh until he was curled inside the shelter of Josh's body. Feeling very secure, he started to drift off to sleep. With a final conscious thought Zach whispered, "I love you." Josh pulled the slender man against him and kissed the back of his neck. "Love you too, Zach."

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Title: A Chance Encounter by Xianyu Tags: Dragoness, Human, M/F, Non-Anthro, Vaginal To charm a dragon: part three A chance encounter Hyran awoke to a gentle nuzzle and lick from amethyst, who seemed to be trying to get his attention. "Yes?" He mumbled sleepily. "I've got to go. A good long lovemaking session would be nice, but I've got to meet a friend. Come down to the clearing when you wake up properly and I'll introduce you to her." She said, and then she was gone. Hyran rolled over and went back to sleep. He awoke a few hours later, and immediately set out for clearing. When he arrived, he saw that amethyst was lying on a rock, sunning herself, while holding an avid conversation with a female red dragon, who was lying a few paces away, also sunning herself. They both stopped talking the moment they caught sight of him. "So this is the human you told me about. He's hotter than you said." The red dragon said, looking him up and down. Not knowing how to reply, Hyran dropped down onto the rock next to Amethyst and began to stroke her gently with a hand, while he draped the other casually across her stomach. "This is Trouble." Amethyst told him, motioning towards the red dragon. Trouble was staring at him, apparently entranced. "Why is she staring?" He asked in a whisper, under the pretence of leaning in and kissing her neck. "I think she likes you." Amethyst said slyly. Trouble rolled to her feet and walked over to them. She immediately set about licking his neck and face. Hyran didn't know what to do. He was being licked in what was obviously a very sensual way by a dragon he had only just seen, while the dragon that he was currently in a relationship with was lying underneath him. "You don't mind do you Amethyst?" Trouble asked, pressing herself against him and rubbing her pussy against his hardening cock just like Amethyst did when she was horny. "As long as I get to join in." She said, grinning evilly and starting to lick him as well. Hyran didn't know what to do, so he just sat there as the two cute little dragons had their way with him. He felt the two of them each grab one side of his breeches in their mouths and pull them down, before they both moved back up his body to his proudly standing erection. He gasped as first Amethyst, and then Trouble, twined their tongues around his cock. They began to lick him fiercely, not letting up, seemingly wanting him to cum in their mouths. They finally stopped, licking their lips and exchanging a glance, before Amethyst lay down on her side next to him, and Trouble moved up his body until her pussy was pressed against his face. He extended his tongue, and began to lap at her hungrily. He felt moistness against the head of his cock, and groaned into Troubles pussy as he felt Amethyst impale herself on his member. She started to rock back and forth hard and fast, making him gasp and lick harder at Trouble. He watched in awe as Amethyst drove her head beneath Trouble's tail and delved her long tongue between her lips. He just lay there, gasping as Amethyst fucked him, getting more and more horny as he watched her tonguing Trouble's moist pussy with her long tongue. Drops of juice began to fall on his face, and he pressed his tongue against her pussy again, licking Trouble and kissing Amethyst at the same time. He felt himself start to cum, and groaned. But Amethyst suddenly hopped off him. She walked a few paces away, and just stood there, her tail lifted high, waiting. He wondered why she was doing that, because she wasn't tall enough for him to take her from behind unless she was standing on something. But then he saw Trouble slink over to her and roll onto her back beneath her, reaching up with her head and pressing her tongue against Amethyst's pussy, her red scaled legs spread wide, an obvious invitation. He moved over her, and kissed her neck as he thrust into her hard, starting to move quickly, pressing his cock as deep inside her as he could. Amethyst started to thrust backwards, careful not to go too far and suffocate Trouble, but wanting more stimulation as the red dragon brought her skilfully to orgasm. Hyran watched as a small trickle of juice started to run down Troubles chin, before lapping it up eagerly, starting to thrust harder and faster, feeling his orgasm approaching. He thrust into Trouble as far as he could, roaring with pleasure as he came. He pumped hard, his cock jetting his cum forcefully into her belly as he drove his cock into her. He continued to pump his cum into Trouble as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock delightfully and causing Trouble to squeal and pull her tongue out of Amethyst's pussy and dart it over the lips a few times. The extra stimulation pushing the golden dragon over the edge as well, making her give a squeal of her own and cover Troubles face and neck with her scented juices. All three of them collapsed on to the rock, panting, covered in dragon juices, murmuring endearments to each other. After taking a swim to clean himself off, he told Amethyst that he would be back in the morning, said goodbye to Trouble, and thank you for a wonderful time, and began to walk back to the castle. "What're you doing out there every day?" One of the gate guards asked suspiciously. "Oh, you know, just playing with my Amethyst and getting into Trouble." He said casually, somehow keeping his face straight.

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Title: How To: Make Her Wild for You Tags: relationships, self-help, dating advice, sex advice, romance, husband, wife, desire, teasing Frustration...it's a bitch...it can be good, really good, or very, very bad. The idea is to make the sexual frustration great for her, so that when the time comes, she will be wild for you, and the sex is mind blowing for both of you. This can happen nearly every time, if you know what to do, and how to approach her the right way. There are THREE KEYS to mind blowing sex. 1.) Knowing Your Partner's Needs 2.) Planning: Take Your Time 3.) Tease Her: Make Her Wild No matter how tempted you are, and I know you are, DON'T skip down to number three. Take a few minutes and learn something other women will probably never tell you, but ALL of them wish you knew. 1.) KNOW YOUR PARTNERS NEEDS: You have to know what she likes and doesn't like, not just sexually, but emotionally as well. If she is frustrated emotionally, you aren't going to get anywhere with her. Meet her emotional needs first. If she is not feeling loved, appreciated, or if you have troubles in your relationship, then take the time to fix it. THEN focus on the sexual needs. Not every woman is the same, and not every woman will reach orgasm the same way. Some women never will because their partner is too impatient to get her there, or her EMOTIONAL needs aren't being met first. If you are too embarrassed, or impatient to ask why she isn't enjoying it, (if she isn't climaxing, she isn't enjoying it) she will be very reluctant to have sex with you. If your wife/partner consistently refuses your advances, makes excuses, rolls her eyes, and won't give you any...YOU are most likely the source of the problem. (I know, it may not seem fair to say that, but just hear me out.) WHY? Because simply put, an emotionally and sexually satisfied woman will not want to refuse her man sex, at least for long. She will hunger for it, like a cat in heat. If you can't answer these questions, don't be so quick to call her frigid. When a man really knows what his woman wants, and actually takes the time to give it to her, she will almost NEVER refuse him intimacy. In fact, once you master the three keys, she may be the one seducing you, unless of course, she is sick or on her cycle and doesn't feel comfortable being intimate for a few days. THE QUESTIONS: (Don't assume you know the answers, ask her...ladies, ask him these questions too.) What gets her in the mood? What turns her off? Is she stressed, depressed or angry? Is she feeling loved by you? Is she feeling desirable to you? How does she like to be touched? How does she hate to be touched? How does she like to touch herself? How does she WISH you would touch her? What makes her feel more relaxed? What makes her feel uncomfortable? What makes her hot for YOU? What makes her hesitant to initiate sex? What makes her hesitant to tell you want she likes? What are her sexual fantasies? What kind of relationship do we have now? What kind of relationship do you want? What would it take to move our relationship to a "10" today, next week, next month? While you're working up the courage to ask her these intimate details, try doing something romantic for her, just because. Romance your woman as if you were just getting to know her, and trying to pursue her all over again. Do something spontaneous, like pick her a flower, rub her feet, let her pick the movie, brush her hair for her, make breakfast in bed, give her an extra long kiss goodbye, dedicate a song to her, write her a love letter, rub her shoulders, plan a picnic, send flowers to her work, just because...there are a million little things a woman would love for you to do for her, non sexual things you can do...pick one and just do it without being asked. Find out her Love Languages (Read The Five Love Languages, by Gary Chapman) Even if SHE doesn't know them, you will be able to recognize them. Make sure your filling her tank with the right gas...(you'll have to read the book) If you don't know the answers to these questions, it's most likely the main reason you don't have the sex life you want. It's your job to find out. She WANTS you to know the answers to these questions. She probably just doesn't know how to bring it up without risking you shutting her down; simply out of a habitually ingrained desire to avoid "the relationship talk". Women know most men hate talking about the relationship. I think it's because most men don't know HOW. Men, dare to be different and actually talk about your relationship and how to improve your sex life. Use the questions as a guide. She might think you've lost your mind because such a thing is so foreign to you, and it's the last thing she ever thought you would say. Feel free to print this out and show it to her, I don't mind. Pick a time when the two of you are not busy, and NOT trying to be romantic. Shock her speechless and tell her your going to dedicate the next (however many days) making the relationship better, not just sexually. Make sure to take this seriously, be open, be honest, and make sure she knows all YOUR answers to these questions too. You'll get a much better sexual response from her once you address her emotional needs, and also share yours with her. THE HEART OF A WOMAN-Her Emotions At our core, women are just more emotional than men. We CAN'T change that, because we are designed that way. It's not that we have more emotions than a man, or feel things any more deeply than a man, it's simply that we are generally more comfortable expressing them. For a woman to feel most fulfilled, romantic and loved, she must have three basic emotional desires of her heart met, and not just once...but frequently: 1. Every woman wants to be romanced—and not just when you are trying to seduce her into bed. Women all have a desire to have a great relationship, and we recognize one when we see one. We recognize a bad one too. We KNOW when we are really, truly loved, and when we are not. If you are not really in love with her, she knows it, trust me. Just because you spotted a girl across the room, chased her, wooed her and romanced her enough to "claim her" doesn't mean you've actually claimed her heart, and if you stop romancing your lady, she will eventually find someone else who will. 2. Every woman wants to have a beauty to unveil. We want to know you find us enticing, attractive, lovely, radiant, sexy. There is a reason little girls like to twirl around in princess dresses and ask her daddy if she's beautiful. At a young age, daddy is the most important man in a girls life. As we get older, women want to know the men in our life finds us attractive and sexy, even after we've had a child, and aren't a prefect size six or as buxom or blonde as Barbie. Real women have flaws...just like real men do. Face it, not all men look like Ken either. So, men...don't hesitate to (truthfully and tactfully) compliment your lady. We like to know you still find us beautiful. 3. Every woman wants to know she is irreplaceable to you. Just how every man wants a battle to fight, and a grand adventure to go on, and a princess to rescue, the lady in your life wants to know that she (as your princess) has a place in that adventure, by your side. She wants to know that you need her, and that she is the only woman in the world for you. She wants to be the one you WANT at your side, fighting life's battles and going on adventures with. This is why women get all catty and jealous when we see our men looking at other women. It makes us feel like we aren't good enough for you, and you're looking for some kind of upgrade. We want to be wanted...and drooling over another girl doesn't make us feel wanted by you. So, no matter how "bouncy" (ya'll know what I'm talking about.) the neighbor lady, waitress or checkout girl is, the best response IS NOT "Honey, I wasn't looking, I SWEAR!". We don't buy it. The best thing you can do is say something like, "Baby...you're so much prettier than her. I love you and I'll never want anyone else." Then kiss her like you mean it...and make the OTHER girl jealous. ;) Have you ever wondered why you're lady doesn't respect you as much as you'd like? It could simply be that she never learned how to respect a man growing up because her mother never respected her father, or her father was never around. It could be you haven't been behaving like a true gentleman (For example, crude language is a huge turn off to a lot of women.), or it could be that her heart isn't completely opened to you and you haven't fully claimed her heart. Women want to know the men in our lives will PROFESS his love, PROVIDE for his family and PROTECT us from danger (even if it's something as simple as making sure the car is running so we don't get stranded on the side of the road). A real gentleman will do those 3 P's for his lady, and that will help to earn him her heart, her respect and her adoration. When you can meet the most basic desires of a woman's heart on a regular basis, she will eventually open her heart more to you, and you will earn her respect and gratitude. She will fall even more in love with you, or, in some cases, she may actually REALLY fall in love with you for the first time. Just keep in mind, you have to continually be attentive to her hearts desires and emotional needs, or she will close her heart to you, or worse, find someone else who meets those needs for her. If you've ever had a woman leave you for another man, chances are, her heart was never really yours to claim, because you didn't understand these things or meet her emotional needs in some way. A man who can do these things for his lady will NEVER have to worry about her leaving him. She won't want to, and will have no reason to. This first step (understanding a woman's heart, and knowing the answers to these questions) is vital to a great sexual relationship with any woman. If you skip it, you'll be doomed to, at worst, very little bad sex; or, at best, mediocre sex, for the rest of your life. Ok, now for the good stuff you've been waiting for. 2.) PLANNING: TAKE YOUR TIME The average guy can do a little kissing and caressing and be ready to go for it after a few minutes. It just takes women longer to heat up. Some women like to be taken by surprise and ravished, but most of us need a lot more time to REALLY get into it. A woman's sexuality is like a plant. It needs to be tended to, taken care of, watered regularly. Being that you're the one with the hose, you're the gardener. It's up to you to water her plant, or it will wilt and die. (I'm talking some slow and detailed foreplay here boys, not just intercourse.) When a woman's emotional needs are being met and she feels loved and secure in the relationship, she will bloom sexually as well. (ie: you have more, hotter sex). This is where asking all those questions pays off. Some women never really bloom because the man in her life is too selfish to meet her needs—and has no freaking clue what he's missing! Pay attention to her answers, and do your best to provide her with what she says she needs. Even if you don't get it all right at first, she will appreciate the effort you put into being romantic, and the more comfortable she will become sharing her sexual side with you. For a woman, a fantastic night of great sex actually begins that morning. A woman actually requires several dozen non-sexual touches a day. Basically, we like to be touched, but not always in a sexual way. Holding hands, hugging, a caress, can be enough to make us feel the first twinges of desire for you, but more than that, those simple caresses help us to feel cherished and loved and desirable to you. Touch is also very therapeutic. A person who is touched a lot, in a loving way, is generally healthier throughout their lifetime. There is an old saying about an Irishman...he won't kiss his wife for 25 years, but he will kill any man who does. I heard it somewhere and always remembered that. Anyway...the point is, if your not the one doing ALL the touching a woman requires to feel loved, she is likely to find someone who will. Here is an example: Take the time to romance her all day. Set the alarm at least an hour earlier if you can and just spend time kissing. Tell her what it is that attracts you to her, all the reasons you love her. Tell her how much you are looking forward to the night. Bring her breakfast in bed. Take a shower together...tease her a bit, but don't finish...no matter how much you both want to. The goal is to build up to the night time action. Take the time to kiss her at the door...until you're both breathless and you can't wait to come home at night, and she can't wait to have you home. During breaks and on lunch, call her or text her...say something sexy that will make you both wish you were home right then. Arrange for her to get flowers sent to the house before you get home, or leave love notes where she will find them after you leave for work...in her car, in her purse, on the bathroom mirror, in the desk. Whatever. Use your imagination and have some fun with it. When you get home, unplug the phone, answering machine, disconnect the doorbell, cart the kids off to a sitter, or send them to a friends house for a sleepover. Get dressed up, and take her out to dinner, it doesn't have to be expensive, but a greasy fast food burger probably won't cut it. Or make a meal at home. Cooking together can be very erotic...especially if its done naked. (Don't cook with hot grease if you go naked.) Feed each other...really talk to each other, not at each other, not about kids, school, work, bills, health problems, the respective parents...nothing that will kill the mood. Be romantic, be silly, be seductive. Take your time and enjoy the meal. Later, take turns giving each other a massage...with warm, not hot, oils (even olive oil is great for the skin) tease each other...caress...discover every inch of her skin, find her non obvious hot zones, (collarbone, neck, ears, inner arm, feet, back of knees, her butt, her back, her sides)...its different for every woman, and she may not even know all of them. Help her discover all of them. Make her bloom. Patience is the key here. No matter how impatient you feel, take a deep breath...do multiplication tables, count to 20, whatever works, and keep going. Focusing on her pleasure will pay off for you in the end when she calls you the best lover she's ever had, no matter what size you are. (It really doesn't matter to most women, especially if you are focusing on foreplay. If you're insecure about it, don't be. Trust me...if you tease her enough, she won't be thinking about that, and neither should you.) Caress her, kiss her, lick her...everywhere but her breasts and her clit. This teasing will drive her nuts. You may have to keep her hands off of you. Be prepared to tie her down so she can't hurry things up. Use soft materials (like a tie, scarf or silk straps, use a square knot.) Don't stop teasing her until she's begging. This process could take hours, if you're that patient. 3.) MAKE HER WILD: Ok, now that you've sufficiently romanced, wined, dined, tickled, teased and tormented her, turn up the heat. Focus on her breasts for at least an hour...see if you can make her climax just by teasing them. Most women can, if they are aroused enough. Make it your goal of the night to see how many orgasms she can have. Don't be afraid to take directions, and let her know you WANT her to tell you what she likes. No matter how tempted you are, don't speed things up...keep teasing and her...go slow, no matter what she says. Find her clit, or let her show you how to touch her. Put your hand there, tease her with your mouth, lips, tongue, fingers, feathers, toys...be very gentle, and ask her to direct you...don't be shy...the better she feels, the better she will make you feel later. Don't use your teeth unless she asks you to. (Imagine how it would feel if she bit down on you) It doesn't feel good for us either. Make her climax a minimum of 3-5 times before you continue. Be very gentle with her after the first one, otherwise it can really hurt. At some point, she will probably become overly sensitive...back off a little and let her cool down some. Instead, finger her gently (make sure you're nails are carefully trimmed and clean), until she wants more...then rub your fingertips on her G-Spot to make her come again. (It's on the roof of her vagina, and feels kind of spongy.) There are three ways a woman can climax. Some women prefer one over another, simply because some nerves down there are more sensitive than others. Each woman is different and knows what feels best to her. So don't be afraid to ask her. Chances are, she will want to tell you. The first is through clitoral stimulation. Most women enjoy this a lot, but not all women will climax with this alone. The second is penetration. Not all women can climax with penetration alone and will want breast or clit play at the same time. The third is through the G-Spot, which not all men know how to find, and some women don't even know they have. If you can make her have all three types of orgasms at once, you'll be the King of her sex life. A multi-orgasmic woman can have several climaxes one right after the other...you'll know your successful if she is moaning loudly, begging, calling your name, thrashing, biting, hissing, swearing, clawing, pulling your hair, begging you to stop but holding you to her, bucking, kicking, tossing her head, whimpering, crying, trembling, rolls her eyes in the back of her head or gets as stiff as a board, squirts, grunts, groans, claws the sheets, and finally, screams at the top of her lungs. Only then do you finally enter her. Even then, don't just pound away at her, find a rhythm and try to last as long as you can, but don't be surprised if you loose control pretty quickly. She will be a wildcat...because you actually took the time to please her the way she always imagined someone would. Not every encounter has to be as detailed as this one, or as planned out, but the same amount of effort should be there, no matter how creative you get. Any man that takes the time to make a woman experience the best relationship and sex of her life, will never again be wishing he was getting more, but you have to be willing to wait to get her to that point. Once she has, she will bloom sexually, and pursue sex with you probably several times a week, if not every day. You will have moved well beyond a mediocre relationship to a deeply loving and satisfying experience. Once she has bloomed and gained some sexual confidence with you, she will begin seducing you, so long as you make sure to tell her what you like. You will never have to worry about her finding another man, so long as you keep in tune with her emotional and sexual needs. Once she blooms for you sexually and becomes a tiger in bed, you won't want to find woman either. Every woman WANTS to be a tiger for the man she loves...he just has to be patient enough to help her get there.

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Title: Backwoods by Hawk Tags: Anal, Doberman, Leather, M/M, Masturbation, Mild Romance, Tiger Backwoods by H. A. Kirsch Warning: this is gay porn. Featuring Stan ("Strake Was Here", "Stan Gets Fucked") and Clyde (the Hawk stories "Under the Devil's Eye" and "Force of Nature"). Not a hardcore thing like my usual style. Well, not hardcore kinky. A bit of leather stuff, aye. The setting is a real place, too. --- Stan woke up to pounding on his front door. The doberman grumbled and trudged from bedroom to living room to peep hole; there was a tiger standing on the front porch. Sleeveless teeshirt that said "ZILDJIAN" in weird script, cowboy tooled belt and a big buckle, faded-knee jeans, work boots. The tiger was uniquely red and black instead of orange. The dog tucked himself to the side and opened the door to the chain. "What the hell, Clyde?" "Howdy." "Why are you an hour early?" The tiger pulled out his cell phone. "Looks a lot like 6:30 t'me." He pushed it back into a pocket, push being the right word. The tiger's jeans were a snug fit. "Now, alla Lainsville had a power blip right 'round midnight, probably horsed up your clock. You ain't ready, that's okay. Go on an' do whatever. I got me some coffee an' donuts to wake up with." Stan smiled, barely. He was still squinting. "Okay. You can come in, my stuff's in this big suitcase here." The dog opened up the door and gave a big fabric suitcase a thump with the side of his foot. "Lemme shower and we can hit the road." The doberman then made his way back to the bathroom, straight for the hot water. A solid five minutes later, Stan towled himself off then went for his clothes, carefully peeking out to make sure the tiger wouldn't see him half-naked. Once he had his boots and jeans on, the dog snatched up a list from the fridge and bit it in his teeth, then scurried around the apartment putting his tank-top on. The tiger was no longer there, and neither was the luggage. The dog ran around the apartment, going down the list, then swiped his hat and ducked out into the morning. He ducked back in, grabbed his denim jacket, then headed for the big Chevy truck parked on the street. "Fuck, it's cold. What the hell's up with the weather around here?" He groused, climbing up into the cab. "Gonna wake up with icicles drippin' off your balls up in Michigan. Had a fuckin' frost last night, saw it on the weather page." The cat started the truck, the turbine kicking up to a soft whine. They lurched off in gear, the big cat's hand going from dash to donut box. "Got some caramels for ya." Stan took one and munched. "How'd you know I like caramel donuts?" The red tiger shrugged. "Trash bin's at your office's got th'boxes all the time. Now you ready for some work? My kinda vacation ain't pettin' the sand with your ass atta beach." "I don't like being a tourist. Just as long as I don't have to shit in the woods. I shat in a patch of poison ivy once when I was a pup." The cat grinned. "Naw, you just gotta shit in a box on top of a hole in the woods." --- Stan met Clyde Barrows when the cat came in to his job to pick up a truck in the dead of winter and the receptionist was unexpectedly off-duty. Something about a mange outbreak at school. Clyde was in charge of transport dispatch at his father's farm, Barrows Agriculture; the name was on every milk jug in Lainsville. Stan worked as a mechanic at Hopswith Truck and Tractor on the far edge of town, and had personally overseen the reconstruction of the finnicky guts of the very truck he handed over the keys for. The doberman almost screwed up all the paperwork. Clyde was something else. Not especially large for a tiger - the cat was a bengal - but his fur was a shocking deep red and he was a solid pack of muscle. About seven feet tall, barrel chested and always wearing a shirt and jeans that seemed too small, with a dumb-ass redneck accent. Stan had been very glad he was standing behind a counter when they first met, because his cock was leaving a drool spot by the time the cat trudged out. Stan figured he was never going to see the tiger again, but sure enough, he popped up at the local gym. Clyde could apparently bench-press Stan's entire body weight with just one arm; the dog was only there to do laps in the pool. The two turned into gym buddies; they were both into racquetball, which gave Stan a great excuse to wear a cup so the tiger didn't see Stan carrying around a dog bone. Five months later and a year after Stan moved to Lainsville from Kentucky, Clyde happened to mention he was going on vacation for two weeks. Stan could sorely use a vacation. Daniel Hopswith, owner and proprietor of the truck shop, was a hard-ass. When Stan climbed into Clyde's truck, he was in for a 900 mile drive all the way to the upper peninsula of Michigan. Stan hated driving, and relished being able to enjoy a trip without being in the driver's seat for once. The only problem was, he was bored stiff. Plus, there was a hulk of a tiger next to him. At least they both liked rock.  "You doin' alright, dog? Figured you'd knock off or somethin', but you look all troubled up," the cat said out of nowhere, somewhere in the middle of Ontario. "Huh? I'm just thinking. I guess I'm thinking about crummy stuff." "Well now, you better not be all sour for the next two weeks. Ain't no way to spend some time off." The dog sighed and shifted in his seat, kicking at the floor mat with a boot heel. "Naw. Nothing really going on. I was just thinkin'. I'm fine. Just let me out to piss on a tree every few hundred miles." What Stan was thinking: First, that the cat's crotch always looked seriously packed, almost as if the cat had a perpetual hard-on. Clyde also seemed to sweat, which left him damp there. It made Clyde think about another tiger he'd run into, and that made him think about his sex life, and that made him feel the resigned sadness that led to his conversation-piece facial expression. To get the thought to go away, Stan reversed his train of thought until it was back on the tiger's crotch. Luckily, he had his hat and coat sitting square on his lap. --- Clyde's cabin was not only in BFE Upper Michigan, but it was on an island. Moose Island was a small town, serviced by ferry, with a shopping district made up of a blinking stoplight and numerous little resorts along the coast.  To top that, the actual cabin was on yet another island, Pike Island in Clark Bay, on the southwest side. Clyde's end of the island pointed right out to open Lake Huron, while the frontage aimed at Moose. Sleeping in tents would have been just a little more rustic. No electricity except for a generator; no running water except for a powered water system that Clyde described as, "A steamin' pile of horse-shit, that's what,"; an outhouse whose door had to stay open to let the smell out; bottled gas which had to be hauled in a boat one mile over water from the bay's marina. They pulled up in Clyde's Boston Whaler, emphasis on the pulling; it took both dog and tiger to keep the boat against the dock against a steady breeze. "Hope you ain't gonna freak out up here," Clyde said, looping rope on a post. "Ain't no one around 'cept birds an' squirrels an' maybe some coy-yotes. Well shit, you're a dog, you go out an' howl with them sometime." "Naw, I'm alright with this kind of place. Nice and quiet. Middle of nowhere. I ain't going to Disney World for fun. I want to get away from people." Except tigers. The cabin smelled a little musty, like dust and pine and kerosene. Stan immediately sneezed, then got out an allergy spray and huffed it up his nose. He looked around the cabin; it was a simple A-frame, with only three 'rooms'. A great room that had the dining and living space, a bedroom, and a kitchen. The space up above the bedroom and kitchen was a loft that overlooked the rest.  "Aww crap, it'll get better when it airs out..."  Clyde said, frowning at the sniffles. "New places always make me sneeze," the dog said. Stan peeked into the bedroom. Two double beds. Just the sight of a mattress, unlined with linens yet, made him yawn. "Shit. I didn't even drive and I'm about to pass out." "All the nice, fresh air, huh? Urrh, and mildew, I guess. Now, you can go an' sleep up top there, but I gotta warn you, if it gets kinda warm out you're gonna bake in your fur." Clyde pointed up to the loft. "I don't snore much or sleepwalk or nothin', so you're welcome down here." Clyde strode into the bedroom and rummaged around in the closet, then came out with a little camp lantern that barely lit the room. The big cat rummaged around in the closet again and came out with an armful of blankets, dumping them on a mattress, then fetched pillows. "You don't have to... I mean I can make my own bed-" "Now look, Stan, you're a house-guest. I got this place, I'm gonna let you have some relaxation." The tiger stuffed the sheet on, then spread out a few blankets. "Get some shut-eye, we gotta open up in the morning." Stan kicked off his boots, then his jeans, and sprawled out under the sheets. Despite the nose-stinging must and the completely alien surroundings, he was out like someone had beaned him on the head with a rock. The dog woke up after a dream, startled fully awake. In the dream, he had been taking a piss, but everywhere he did it, he still had to go. He immediately looked down at the sheets, and was relieved to find only his erection making a lump. It had been just a dream. Except for the having to go part.  He looked over and spotted the tiger, asleep on his back with his head rolled to the side. Clyde had a similar hard-on, his making a big curved tent under the fabric. Stan looked away, then got up and put his pants on, carefully padding around the bedroom. He found a flashlight, glowing with green nite-glo tape, and headed outside. It was cold, but not nearly as cold as he'd been expecting. The air had a damp clamminess that suggested a warm front, maybe rain. He felt a shiver from having to walk out back near the outhouse in the dark, unable to shake some little human fear of the dark. He pulled out of his pants, and started spraying around the base of the tree. It wasn't easy; like the fear, he couldn't shake the image of the heavy-sleeping cat with the swollen, hidden erection. After a good two minutes of stop-and-start, Stan sighed with relief and leaned on the tree. He replayed the image in his head, watching as the sleeping cat's brawny chest rose and fell half-exposed, muzzle parted now and then. He applied a little imagination, watching as the cat grew his erection from nothing, a lump appearing in the sheet, tail twitching and swaying as it nearly touched the floor.  The doberman shook his head and tried to clear it up. Thanks to the fantasy, he was more than just hard; he was wide awake. He thought about going back, but what if the cat saw him? What if he couldn't sleep? What if he came in his sleep, sheets around his ankles, groaning and whimpering as it splattered all over? He reached down and smoothed over his shaft, then started to tease the knot. He squeezed and tugged slightly, shuddering and leaning back against the tree, careful to keep from brushing a leg against the piss-wet bark. He imagined sliding under the sheets with Clyde, feeling all that short tiger fur brushing against him. He imagined rubbing against the cat's big pecs, face stroking the muscle, then reaching back to lift the cat's cock. He imagined sitting back, and just as the thought of the fat shaft entering him came up, he throttled his knot and seed started spitting out of his cock. He clamped his muzzle shut with a hand, hips bucking forward, seed flinging out of the tip of his cock and landing in lines on the ground. The headrush of orgasm died away, leaving Stan with a gaping hole in his consciousness. Doubt and anxiety rushed to fill it. What if Clyde came out to the same spot to piss? How could he get rid of the smell? The doberman sighed and trudged back to the cabin, carefully coming back inside, padding silently back to the bedroom. He scuffed his feet clean on the rug and then tucked back into bed. One look over towards the tiger showed no signs of awakening; Clyde was all but snoring, deep huffs swelling and contracting his body. No longer burning with desire, Stan felt sleep overtaking him again despite the roaring silence. He rolled away towards the window, bundled himself up in the musty sheets, and disappeared. --- Stan woke with a start, ears jerked forward. Had there been some kind of sound? The opposite bed was empty, sounds and smells coming from the kitchen. The dog went to pull his pants on, but found he hadn't even taken them off after his excursion. Drowsy, he got up and put on his denim jacket, then wandered into the kitchen. "Sorry, bowl fell outta th'cupboard there," Clyde said, pointing a thick finger in the direction of the offending object, now sitting on a cluttered counter. "Nah, about time I got up anyway," Stan said, peering over into the skillet Clyde was working. Eggs. Bacon was already draining on a pile of paper towel, toast sitting on a flat griddle. "Looks good." "Gotta get some go in us, bunch of work today. Gotta put in the water line, get the damn fridges started, maybe see 'bout the cranky-ass generator thing." Clyde sounded completely unfazed by his task at hand. Stan nodded, then wandered out of the obscenely tiny kitchen and had a seat at the dining table. Looking in the door, he pretty much just saw red and black stripes. "So why do you have a cabin up in BFE Michigan, again? On a fucking island?" Stan asked, looking at a few knicknacks on the table. Pudding-stone coaster, agate and glass decorative dish. "Buddy of mine, big ol' nasty wolf, bought a cabin up here. Long story why. Came up with him, thought hell, nice little town place. Saw it was for sale..." "Are you kidding? You just bought a cabin for the hell of it?" "Wasn't too much. 'Sides, uh, kinda got a little plan. Maybe gonna take over at the marina-thing for th'bay. I'll run that story later. Here we go, let's stuff things in our damn pie-holes for now." The first mental image that Stan got when he heard "Stuff things in our damn pie-holes" was not food. He squeezed his legs together. Clyde came out with two big plates holding a couple Texas-thick toast slices, three eggs, five strips of bacon each. Stan gladly took his and dug in. Despite having done nothing but sit in a truck for hours on end, lift some stuff, then sleep, his stomach felt like a black hole. Halfway through his second piece of toast, Clyde piped up. "So... uh, Stan, if you gotta take care of anythin', you don't gotta go outside." Stan stopped chewing with a piece of bacon sticking out of his muzzle, ears swept back. "What?" Clyde inserted the rest of his toast, talking with his mouth full. "Said, if you gotta take care of yourself, you don't gotta go outside an' do it in the shitter or on a tree or whatever. I ain't gonna watch. Just say somethin' and I'll roll over." The doberman found his appetite completely destroyed, only chewing on the bacon so he didn't end up drooling all over the table. "Uh, hmm, uh, sure, I guess." "Just y'know, wanna make you feel at home. You ain't gotta fold up a napkin on your lap or ask all nice t'get some salt sent down there. If you're all riled up, just, uh." The tiger left it at that, returning to his food. The conversation didn't restart. After breakfast, Stan milled around in the bedroom, hauling his suitcase up onto the bed. He dug around inside. Clyde walked in, holding one of the dog's flashy sharp-toe boots. "You gonna tromp around up here in these things? Gonna wreck a fancy pair of boots." The dog felt a swell in his crotch. Was it Clyde? Was it Clyde fondling his Sendras? "Uh, well, no, that's dumb. I got these." He pulled out a pair of decidedly worn over-calf combat boots. Then, he went about pulling them on. "Whew, you an army dog?" Clyde said, eyes fixing on the black, laced leather. Stan laced up one, then started on the other, crunched over. "Naw. My brother. Well, he used to be. Got out on disability." "Hurh," Clyde said, leaning on the curtained bedroom doorway. The wood creaked slightly at his bulk. "That why you got his boots?" "Funny thing is, it was just a real nasty wound. Chest shot. He was okay, but they sent him home. Two weeks later, bus sneaks up on him, he turns and jumps outta the way. Uh, well, maybe like three quarters of him jumped." At this description, the tiger winced, tail curling up against the curtain and twitching with feline shiver. "After he gets out of physical therapy, wheelin' around, he says, 'here, you get my boots.' Just gives 'em to me. Figured I gotta wear them, you know? Not like he can anymore." Clyde had a strange look on his face, his typical droll interest mixed with genuine brain stirring. He pushed off from the door. "Well now, guess that puts me out for a little dip in th'lake. Wouldn't wanna have you wreck 'em trompin' around out there. Besides, big cats love the cold water." --- The tiger wasn't being facetious. He tore down to his boxers - something that was more reasonable as the cold snap was giving way to an alarming warm front - and waded right in at the rocky shore. "Aww fuck!" "Are you okay?" Stan was standing by a metal pipe, holding a pair of pipe wrenches. Clyde waded over to where he'd tossed a black waterhose into the cold of Lake Huron. "Damn cold!" "I thought you liked it?" "Still damn cold!" Clyde ignored the hose for the time being, and waded out until his boxers dunked. Instead of a yell, he let out a roar. The sound was loud enough that Stan had to flick his splinted ears back, then pin them to his head. "Don't you mind that. Unh, now you gotta put that end'f that black tube thing on th' brass check valve..." The tiger started to instruct. Stan held up the two components. "Uh-huh! An' you screw it on real good. I gotta hold it down here so it ain't gonna flop around." The doberman did as instructed, wrenching the two pipes together. The water hose was really more like a really long plastic pipe, and sure enough, as he started cranking, it slipped out from where Clyde had been standing on the end and  rose out of the water. The red tiger wasn't looking, and the metal valve end swung over and whacked him in the balls.  "Hey! I ain't said t'start screwin-" Clyde started to yell, then tilted sideways. The yell turned into a wicked snarl as the tiger went down, crashing into the water. He actually sunk under, a foot rising out and sending a flick of spray out over the surface. The water kicked up, then Clyde rose out of it, fur pinned down by the water. "Son of a bitch!" Clyde came out of the water, but his boxers didn't. The fabric fell off his left thigh and floated around on the surface. Meanwhile, Stan got a very clear look at the big cat's pendulous, uncut cock. "That's gotta be seven inches soft," bounced between Stan's ears.  "Shit! Sorry about that! Are you okay!" "Fell over!" the tiger yelled back, and started wading for the shore. "Landed on some damn zebra mussels! Fuckers are sharp!" Stan found it hard not to look at the tiger's crotch as Clyde made his way out of the water. The cold had the feline's balls snugged up tight, and the shaft even looked like it was starting to get hard. Before Stan could really orient himself to any kind of arousal, he happened to glance down at a rock by the cat's big foot. The white limestone was being splattered red. "Oh shit, you're bleeding!" Clyde looked down, eyes going wide. He lifted up his hand; there was a new stripe a couple inches long about five inches up from the wrist. "Fuck." Stan whipped his shirt off and ran up, almost sending himself flying into the water as one of his boots skidded on an algae-slicked rock. Before Clyde could tell what hit him, Stan had the fabric wound up painfully tight around the tiger's wrist. "C'mon, let's go up to the cabin, see if that's real bad or just kind of bad." The tiger looked stunned and upset, tail bristled with thick spikes of wet fur. He followed without a word, trudging wet up to the porch. Stan rummaged around in the house, frantically digging through unfamiliar closets and cupboards, assembling a few bath towels and an armful of first aid supplies. When he got back out onto the porch, Clyde was sitting on one of the deck chairs with a dull stare. The white shirt bandage had a big red blotch.  "Okay, off with it. Lemme see how bad it is." Stan actually had to remove the shirt forcibly, no easy task with the way Clyde was clutching it onto his wrist. The gash welled with a little blood, but not the outpouring from before. "Not that bad. No need to uh, run to the hospital. Or take the boat to the shore to the ferry like a hundred miles or whatever it is up here." "Uh-huh," Clyde said, trembling.  "So, first, we gotta clean this off." Stan uncapped a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and dumped it out all over the wound. The cat grunted, but there was no telltale fizz.  "Oh, shit. What the hell? It's not expired.... maybe it froze or something." Stan set it aside and grabbed a bottle of betadine. "Well, big guns. This is gonna hurt." He opened the lid and squirted it right along the gash. Clyde's fur started to stick out - damp as it was - and the cat snarled, backing the deck chair up until it wanged into the side of the cabin. The tiger was beyond words for a moment, clutching at his arm. After a solid minute, out came a sterile gauze packet, quickly dotted brown by the disinfectant.  "You, uh, know what you're doing," the tiger said, swallowing. Stan looked up, concerned. "Naw, I mean, you... you do." The dog picked up an aerosol can of something and read the label. "So I wanted to be a doctor, but I... I couldn't afford it, I mean my family couldn't, I couldn't even have three pairs of pants. I'd do things like fix up pets when they'd get in fights, uh, maybe my bro when he'd get banged up in sports. Ended up in community college, I mean it was free, and I was gonna be a paramedic." The dobie stuck a little spray straw in the can nozzle. "Went out on some drive-alongs... that was kind of freaky, but not that bad. I'm not really scared of blood or anything. Then one time, we got called out to fuck nowhere, some agro plant. Out there, uh, these guys are always stealing fertilizer for meth. Sometimes they try and get ammonia, like the pure stuff so they don't have to get it out of the other stuff. It's like... ammonia really likes water, and people are like eighty percent water. So if you go to siphon it, and you're all whacked out, you just.. like you use your mouth, and then, uh. It's really gross. I saw this guy, like this human raisin, and thought shit, I can't do this for the rest of my life." Clyde made a face. "Man." "You wanna keep making that face? You're gonna need it, this numbing shit hurts," Stan said, and doused the wound with a frosting of the spray. Clyde yowled out, arm flexing up hard, muscle cording up under the damp fur, down his thighs, across his chest, up his neck. Stan stared at it, fearful that the red cat would piston him in the chest, awed by the moment of sheer ferocity. Clyde groaned and slumped down against the deck chair after a few more seconds. "Ungh. Kinda going numb now. Guess it's working." Clyde sighed. "So how'd you end up messin' around inside truck engines an' shit?" Stan put on a pair of oversized plastic gloves and took out a tube that said "Liquid Stitches". "Went to a guidance counselor at the school. Said, 'I don't think I wanna do this, I got freaked out.' He just looked me right in the eye and said, 'Maybe you just wanna fix stuff.' Well, I guess I do." Stan squeezed a bead of clear stuff on the wound, then squeezed it shut. Clyde looked away and flinched while the dog held on. "Hell, I love fixin' stuff. It's great. No blood unless I bang my knuckles." "Wait, uh, if you gotta put some kinda glue on me, shouldn't I be gettin' all sewed up?" Clyde said, peering at the red line that used to be bleeding. The dog shook his head. "Naw. I've used this stuff before. If it gets all infected, we gotta go off to a clinic. There's a clinc, right?" Clyde nodded. "Good. Well, I guess you're all good. I can't believe you sliced your arm on a zebra mussel," the dog grinned, and handed a towel over. His usual anxiety was quelled for a moment at the pride of accomplishment. Large, brutish animal felled by injury, made well by dog. "So what else do we gotta do today?" "Finish th'damn water line, start the fridges, maybe fix that damn water pump unless you wanna grow real big upper arms, cut up some wood, some bear got into the bar-bee-que an' we gotta fix that..." Stan just whistled. --- The tiger had a mini TV, which Stan watched while Clyde was turning a few steaks over on the re-assembled grill. The weird weather was explained by some unusual early-season tropical disturbance that had run into Texas and hurtled on up to the Great Lakes. The cold snap was busted by a warm snap, which had some kind of cold front inside it, in between really warm and not so warm but not so cold. Stan tried to figure out exactly what the weather forecaster was saying; he had a strong Upper Michigan accent and didn't seem to have the poise of a regular newscaster. Plus, the picture kept freezing. Picking up the TV, Stan went out into the back yard, walking around until the picture cleared up. Against his logic, he had to lean right up against a large tree. While the weatherman blabbered on about Severe Weather Potential and late-night small-crafts advisories, the doberman leaned and watched Clyde tend the grill. The tiger had all the subtlety of a brick wall. Clyde reminded Stan of another tiger the dog had met, but without the extreme personality deficit. Where the other tiger had been a supreme prideful jerk, Clyde was just stoic and no-nonsense. The red cat was also approaching. "We gonna get twisters or somethin' with all this muggy air?" he said, coming up the path and past the doberman.  "I guess there's a storm watch tonight. Maybe early morning. That's kinda odd for bad weather, ain't it?" The big cat shrugged as he stood up to a tree. Stan's ears swept back when he realized what the tiger was doing. Both hands disappeared in front of the cat, followed by the dull pop of metal buttons through denim, then an intake of breath, then a groan and the hiss of urine splattering on the ground. Stan instantly grew hard, the image of the tiger's hooded cock entering his mind, attached to a thick body, pissing like he had no cares. The dog turned around before he was spotted and started waving the TV around, as if it wasn't working right. "Never seen a waterspout. Plenty of tornados," he said. Ears still back, he clearly heard the cat's flow waver, then turn to a few squirts, then the rustle of heavy denim and the crack of sticks as the cat turned and came back. Instead of going to the grill, Clyde stopped at the cabin, coming out wiping his hands. That made Stan feel a little better inside; that other tiger surely wouldn't wash his hands after taking a piss. Stan's day had been packed. He ended up finishing the waterline, with instruction from Clyde, then spent the better part of it literally tearing the generator apart. The engine hadn't been maintained by the previous owner, and by late afternoon it was puttering along quite well. Stan had needed a bath, which he took in the frigid lake; thankfully, Clyde busied himself with something else. Stan had been afraid of the cat showing up just in time to see a very naked dog emerge from the cold water.  Dinner was more than satisfying; despite literally being meat and potatoes, the steak was perfectly seasoned - if a little rare - and Clyde had some magical recipe for home fries. Then, more work. Clyde dug around for all the extra boat rigging for the Boston Whaler that ferried them back and forth to the mainland, lashing the craft up well enough to survive a hurricane. Stan, who was going around with brush trimmers, came out onto the dock for a break. "Wow. Got enough rope?" Clyde paused, crouched next to one of the dock posts. "Always kinda freak about this stuff gettin' away in a storm," the cat replied. Stan looked out around the bay. It was shockingly quiet in terms of other people; no boats going by, no jet-skis, no shore fires. Out towards the lake, the horizon was covered in clouds. The light dimmed out a little as the sun blotted out behind one. "Yeah, I guess that'd suck." "So you like this place so far? Or a lil' too rough?" The dog completed his 360. "Kinda quiet. But I like it. Never been much for city kind of stuff. Even Lainsville's a bit too uh, bustling?" "Well, we got a one-stoplight town up here. Well maybe two, it's kinda in two pieces. I mean like, over there." Clyde pointed a thick finger towards the 'mainland'.  "That's just about right," Stan grinned, and went back shorewards. --- Stan was completely beat, but as soon as he dropped into bed, he couldn't sleep. Once Clyde was settled in, after all the bed creaks and rustling, it was painfully quiet. Every so often, the trees bustled outside in a little breeze, but no surf crashed against the rocky shore. The dobie drifted along, slowly approaching half-awake, then the dizzying swirl of sleep, only to stir for some reason. Maybe it was a sound from across the room; even though Clyde didn't thrash around, the tiger made noise simply by virtue of being large and lying in a shoddy bed. Maybe it was something outside, the eerie rush of a breeze through aspens, the occasional squeak of boat rigging or water-slap on the hull.  Unlike Clyde, who stayed in the same position for tens of minutes at a time, Stan couldn't stay put, rolling over and over. Finally, he sat up and grabbed for a bottle of water on the floor, slugged, then lay back down. "Kinda hard t'get used to up here, huh?" came a low, pillow-muffled growl.  "What?" "Th'quiet. It ain't loud up here. No cars, no boom systems, no sirens, no shit." Stan shrugged against the sheets. "I guess so." He looked over to Clyde, the tiger facing the wall, pillow clutched under his head, tail lying along the sheets. Every so often, the tip curled up, then down, or perhaps the whole thing moved enough to droop off the bed and then rearrange itself. Stan found it hard not to look at the red and black tail. All his stub ever did was itch and wiggle back and forth.  "I uh, I gotta apologize for this morning," Clyde said, rolling over just enough that he could look upwards, craning his head around. Stan felt water pour down his spine, fur trying to prickle up. Not only were Clyde's yellow eyes just black pools in the dark twilight, but there was only one thing the tiger could be referring to. "I'm damn scared of blood. Bet you thought you were gonna get all sliced up tiger-style." Stan's ears perked. That wasn't what he was expecting. "Oh. Oh!  Yeah, no problem. I'm kinda surprised I did a good job... does it still hurt or anything?" "Kinda hurts inside, all weird. But it ain't bleedin' or nothin'." The tiger felt at his bandaged wrist. "You sound all funny 'bout somethin'." Stan sighed. "Naw, it's nothin'." "C'mon, I don't want you thrashin' around tryin' to sleep. You eat somethin' funny? Water  up here sometimes ties you up in knots for a few days. You need a lil' nightcap or somethin'?" The dog chuckled. "No, no, I just thought you were gonna say something else." Clyde was quiet for almost a minute. Stan felt stupid, ears hot, and rolled to face away, looking out the window. He thought he saw the horizon above the trees flicker faintly. The tiger finally piped back up. "Oh. Well... now, Stan, you're just m'guest. You know, I want you all comfy about stuff. I don't want you goin' out to shiver your balls off just 'cuz you got wound up in a dream or somethin'." Stan listened, head swimming. It was impossible that someone was actually saying this to him.  "I ain't gonna look if you wanna do that. Hell, I'd go upstairs or go fix a snack or somethin' if you said so. Or you could go upstairs, but I tell you, it kinda echoes up there." "I just don't really know what to say. I mean, thanks," Stan said, clutching at the sheets. "Just kind of a weird thing to say." Clyde shifted more, the bed clunking hard against the far wall. "Naw, it ain't really. I ain't all tabboo and shit. It don't matter what you like, you got balls, you wanna work 'em. Maybe you think about givin' some busty girl a pearl necklace-" "I don't really think so," Stan laughed.  "Okay, well, maybe you think 'bout a lil' dip in the pudding." "Dip in the pudding?!" The dog rolled over to face Clyde. The tiger rolled back to face the wall, obviously as restless as Stan had become.  "Oh, you a back door man?" Stan found himself right at the edge. There was one thing - well, a lot of things, but this was important - that Clyde didn't know just yet. The dog started opening his mouth, but the silence provoked Clyde. "Ohhhhhhh." The dog felt slightly dizzy. The groan could be the sound of realization, or it could be the sound of...  "Well, I ain't gonna mind that one, nope." Clyde said, and yawned with a rowr.  The room turned to silence again, and Stan simply tried to will himself to sleep. The flickering outside was growing brighter, and was now obviously sheet lightning. After a good twenty minutes passed, a low rumble welled up from the rocky island. Stan sat up, thinking that maybe he should go work out some piss before whatever storm showed up to soak everything. Clyde wasn't breathing with the heavy huff of a sleeping cat, but he wasn't doing anything to move, half-underneath the sheets.  Stan found himself simply sitting on the edge of his bed, watching the cat lie there. Clyde was frankly attractive. Broad shoulders, well-packed muscle, the heavy thickness of a tiger curved and cut in just the right places. The dog wondered if Clyde was simply being a nice host, as the cat claimed, or if he was dropping hints. Stan tried not to drop hints about his own sexuality in any way, and as a result was unusually sensitive to it in other people.  With each passing minute, the doberman found himself growing more and more irrational, thoughts slipping from simply tossing Clyde a loaded question sometime, to flatly asking, to trying to flirt. His thoughts ended on the idea of sliding into bed behind the red and black tiger. It was a terrible idea, with potentially grave consequences. It also made him so hard that his knot ached. The dog slid off his bed, wood floor cold under his feet, a tremble from another roll of distant thunder. He moved towards Clyde's bed, then stood there, unsure of exactly what to do. He'd never gotten in bed with another man, despite the encounters he'd had. Clyde was oblivious, breathing slowly growing heavier, tail slapping as he twitched before sleep. Stan contemplated just touching the big cat's brawny shoulder, feeling through the thick fur, touching the curves of muscle, but if Clyde woke up it'd be all too easy to move back and pretend nothing happened. As aroused as Stan was, giving up seemed worse than giving in.  Stan carefully put a knee down onto the bed, then tilted himself to the side, slowly fitting up behind the tiger. There really wasn't any room, although Clyde seemed to want to flatten himself up against the wall so Stan could perch right at the edge of the bed. Clyde smelled good, a kind of spicy scent of fur and sweat, male sex. Stan pressed his comparatively slender body up against the broad tiger, a thrill swelling his cock even further. He tried to keep his hips away, but it was too hard to resist, tip poking at tiger fur. He lifted a hand and gently slid it down the tiger's side, and Clyde stirred. The tiger let out a big whuff of air, the familiar sound of someone waking up, then a low rrruh as he shifted, moving to roll onto his back.  The doberman froze, hands prickling as he went from terror that the tiger knew what was happening, to a realization that he'd either have the huge cat rolling on top of him, or pushing him right off the bed to land on the floor with a thud. Either way, he'd be found out. Conflicted for just a second, Stan grabbed around the cat's hips so he at least wouldn't get toppled off the bed. His hand settled right on Clyde's dick; the tiger was hard as a rock, hot and swollen. The feline moved again, another low rrruhhr, tail impacting Stan's thigh, but with no intent to push the dog away. The dog slid his fingers along the length, flesh moving with them. He slid up off the head, taking foreskin with his fingers, then let  the flesh slide back. He touched the tiger's dickhead, feeling the enormous bulge of it, fat like a mushroom, wet already. He gripped at the skin behind the head and started slowly jerking it back and forth over the swollen crown. After a few moments, Clyde stirred, body stretching, Stan forced to quiver to stay in place.  "Aww, fuck, Stan... you go get outta here an' get back in your bed," the tiger said. Stan froze, hand yanked away from the cock. He did or said nothing. "Go on, git!" Clyde rrowrled. The dog slinked back out of the bed and quickly dumped himself into his own. He faced the window, looking out into the dark night, punctured by lightning. This time, it wasn't sheet lightning; a few seconds after the bolt tore the sky, thunder cracked down to a rumble. Another few seconds, and it started raining hard. Stan thought that was appropriate; his face heated up and he felt like he was going to start to cry. With all that noise, he thought... A big hand grabbed him by the shoulder and stirred the dog from his moment of rejection. "Go on, lie on your back, we ain't both gonna fit."  "Huh?" Stan rolled over, accidentally following orders. As he rolled, Clyde filled his vision, the big tiger climbing into his bed and straddling over his legs, lit up now and then by the storm.  "How th'hell am I gonna jack you if you're all lyin' behind me? Huh?"  Stan had gone soft when he was ordered out of Clyde's bed; now the dobie's cock was ballooning up again, just in time to be seized by Clyde's big fist. The tiger gave it a couple of shakes, wobbling the shaft around, then squeezed. The dog squirmed, a low mrr coming out of his throat, the sound of a playful struggle. "No, let me go, I want..." he said, staring down at the hard cock jutting from Clyde's crotch. Stan succeeded in wrenching his own erection away from Clyde's big hand, then grabbed at the tiger's, one hand fondling the hefty sac, the other pulling foreskin. Clyde grunted and sunk forward, both arms turned into pillars at either side of Stan's chest.  The dobie stopped his eager handjob just long enough to struggle out of his shirt, Clyde's hands roaming all over his chest and shoulders in the process. The dog went back to work, his hard pumping turned audible even over the roar of rain on the roof and the pound of thunder, wet flesh slapping wet flesh. Clyde's tail curled and lashed, smacking against Stan's feet.  Clyde's orgasm came suddenly, the cat's cock swelling and starting to jerk, the tiger's body arching down close to Stan's chest, head twisted to the side, muzzle gaped open. Stan barely had enough time to wrestle himself further down before wet gouts of seed erupted from Clyde's swollen dickhead. The cat didn't have the firehose squirts that always filled porn videos, just healthy fat arcs of white mess. Stan stared, ears pinned back as he watched the hot fluid pump from the tiger's cock all over his pecs. Much of it squirted right down the trough between his flat, hard muscles, dribbling over his shoulder, over the front of his neck. The dog panted hard, cock swollen, pushing up against Clyde's tail and rump. After a few heavy breaths, the big tiger climbed off Stan and perched at the side of the bed. He seized Stan's cock again, thick fingers of one hand hooked around and behind the knot, pulling and squeezing. The other made a tight fist-hole and barely stroked back and forth. The doberman's instinct took over, hips pumping upwards, jerking Clyde's knot-squeezer up and down, shaft fucking into the tiger's fist. Stan's sense of self drained into wild abandon, hands pawing at his chest and face, feeling slick and cooling seed against his hot chest and satin fur, the mess smeared onto his own muzzle as he absently switched hands. He started to yelp, seed erupting out of his cock, thin jets flinging up and splattering down on Clyde's arm, the dog's own abs. Clyde hunched down and licked at the stream of seed as it squirted out, rough tongue touching the dog's cock and making Stan yelp like a puppy. As soon as Stan's climax waned, the dog yawned. With no more sexual need and no more burning anxious excitement over Clyde, the day's fatigue came right back. Clyde looked up at him and smiled. "I'll get y'a towel or somethin'," he said, then stood up and padded into the closet. He emerged with a blue towel and handed it to Stan. The dog mopped himself up lazily, tongue hanging from his muzzle. "Whew. Ain't thought I was gonna get all woke up like that." "Yeah, sorry," Stan said, looking out the window as rain drizzled down it. "I just..." Clyde put a big hand on the dog's shoulder, gave him a little shake. "Naw, don't you worry 'bout it. We gotta go on back to sleep, got more shit tomorrow."  Stan nodded and laid back down, tucked himself into the sheets. The wave of the storm had crested and past, leaving a pattern of rain and distant flash-rumbles. The sound lulled him to sleep. --- The dog woke early, just after sunrise, and dressed himself while Clyde slept. The tiger seemed able to sleep through anything except a handjob, but Stan still tried to be as quiet as possible. He threw on jeans, a battered flannel shirt, his cowboy hat and a pair of woodsman's boots and set off for a walk. He had the urge to get away from any living thing that could open its mouth and say a word. The storm had brought some kind of front through, and the morning was damp but sunny, everything soaked through with rain. The dog carefully picked his way through overgrown paths and slippery rocks as he went west to the end of the island. After about five minutes, Stan broke through the edge of a clearing at the island pointe and found himself on rocky shore, facing the expanse of Lake Huron. The wind blew up from the south, bringing rollers in that created a constant white rush at the rocks. It was a little intimidating for Stan's mood, and the dog would have tucked tail and turned back if he had a tail. Instead, his stump twitched and he explored a little, then went back into the clearing. The sun had beat down through a gap in the trees and dried off one rock, and he perched on it, leaning back onto the tree behind it. No matter what else had happened in the dog's life, sitting in the raw woods made him feel good, nose turning this way and that to pick up on the smells. Gulls, rocks, algae, damp, the fresh wet breeze off the lake. Something approached from the left, cracking of twigs and grunts. At first, Stan thought it might be a wild bear and seized onto the rock. Then Clyde barged into the clearing. "Well shit, found ya, all run off, huh?" "I needed a walk," Stan said. "Damn, an' I left m'leash back home, too." Clyde stuck his big hands into his  jean pockets and sauntered over, then sat on the next rock over. "Aw dang, rock's wet!" Stan looked away, scanning over the clearing, sighed. "Hey now, what's got you all down? Lookin' all thoughtful in my  truck, now you're wanderin' around in the woods." Clyde leaned over and closed the gap with a big hand, putting it on Stan's shoulder. The dog almost flinched away, then just sunk forward a bit. "I don't wanna go on vacation just to fuck," he said. "Huh?" Clyde's ears perked up. "I mean... I just, I don't want this. It's always been the same way. Some guy, we do our thing, then that's that." Stan's voice caught, and the dog found himself almost crying. Clyde rowrled and gave Stan's shoulder a squeeze. "Well, y'got almost two weeks t'come down easy? Whaddaya mean always the same? You ain't had much luck with uh, other guys?" Stan shrugged, stump twitching against the rock. "First it was this wolf I knew back home, when I was still in high school. We'd go over to his place before his parents got home, look at porno. Tittie stuff. Then we'd start jacking off to it. I pretended not to look at it...  One day, he said, he said... 'maybe we oughta try doing each other, you know, so we can feel like it's a girl.' So we did. God, he had a nice dick. Never talked about it, just... did it. Then I ended up sucking him, then I even fucked him once. Right after we both, uh, came, we kissed. And that was the last time I saw him, he went off to college at some big university. I think he got married, he's a businessman or something now." Clyde nodded. "So I was moving to Lainsville, and I stopped at this rest stop... big white siberian tiger on a bike came up, followed me into the john. I thought he was gonna mug me. Told me to go out back, to the edge of the woods. Went out there and he fucked me like, eight times? I don't know, he just kept coming and coming and coming in me. I went to a porn shop in town and saw this deer, and he was so hot. Full thirteen-point rack and all. Ended up following him to a bar, and he was making out with this pony. I kind of wandered around the place and ended up getting done by the pony guy in the back room. And that's that. You know, that's, it's sad?" Clyde didn't nod, but perked up his browspots. "All the guys I've met, were just... dicks." Stan then lowered his ears, as much as they'd lower. "I mean, you're not a dick. I guess I meant it in both ways." The dog looked around the clearing, then down at the rock he was sitting on. He remembered Strake, the white tiger who took him out back to get a few things done. He replaced white stripes with red, and started getting hard. What would Clyde look in all that biker gear? "Well, you ain't that unhappy," Clyde said. Stan snapped his head over; the tiger was looking at the bulge in his pants. "Ungh. I was just.. I was... I think I want to have breakfast. Maybe I'm just out of brainpower." Stan stood up, pushed off hard from the rock. The tiger joined him, the two barging through the woods. --- The two settled into a routine. Hard repetitive things, like wood chopping or cleaning, were Clyde's area. Anything mechanical had Stan puttering away at it. The generator and water pump absorbed a lot of time. "You ever think about getting solar?" he said, to the passing cat. "Uh-huh. Ain't done it yet. Island's deserted, heard some rumblin' that some guys are gonna buy it up down there, get some new cabins in. Maybe I'll make a lil' wind mill, sell them power. Rich guys'll pay, no one's gonna shit in a hole up here 'cept you an' me. They want their TV an' runnin' water an' a toilet that flushes." Stan had the entire generator engine ripped apart. Whoever had owned it before had filled it with years and years of cheap gas stabilizer, and now the inside was coated in burned-on carbonized gunk. "Jesus, this thing's shot," he said. When he looked up, the tiger wasn't there to see him. From the other side of the cabin came the staccato putt-putt of a starting chainsaw, then the whine of wood getting sliced up. Stan went back to trying to clean off blackened metal. After a good half hour, he gave up and grabbed a few bottles of filtered water and went around to see what Clyde was up to. The red tiger was dressed strangely. His upper body was clad in a heavy oilskin raincoat top - it had been visibly cut short at the waist - and each hand had enormous heavy deerskin gauntlet gloves. They looked like metalworker's gloves, or maybe for a falconer's bird hand. Below the belt, Clyde's usual cowboy-cut jeans were underneath horsehide shotgun chaps, feet in the tiger's logger boots. He had quite a cowboy look. "What the hell are you wearing a raincoat for?" Stan piped up, as Clyde stilled the chainsaw. He tossed the tiger a bottle of water. Clyde lifted it, and instead of uncapping it, just chomped on the top and bottom. He then sucked the water out, gulping but not fast enough to keep twin streams from running down his neck. Stan thought about the time at the rest stop, biker cat - was his name Strake? - puncturing a beer can with his boot spur, and the hiked his jeans a little. "Keeps all th'sawdust off my fur," Clyde said, dropping the empty bottle down and squashing it flat. He then picked it up and stuffed the refuse in a pocket. "You're by a lake, you can just go wash it off." "You think I'm gonna go jump in the lake today? You go an' dip a toe in, see how you feel 'bout it." Clyde grinned. He started stripping the coat off, leaving behind bare, sweat-drenched fur. Stan wanted a smell of the cat, even if it was going to be mixed with the stink of chainsaw exhaust. "Okay, what about the chaps?" "I reckon this horse-hide'll stop a chainsaw blade pretty well. Had 'em around up here, not gonna bother with that expensive kevlar stuff. 'Sides, kinda sharp-lookin'." With Clyde facing him, Stan got a good look at the tiger's front. The crotch of the jeans was damp with sweat, dark patches on either side of the bulge. Stan had never seen someone sweat like that before meeting Clyde. Stan turned hard. "I think I'm gonna jump in the lake. I got naptha and shit all over me." Clyde followed the dog into the cabin, lingering on the porch to bang off sawdust. The dog went behind the bedroom curtain and stripped off his clothes down to his boxers. The day had warmed up nicely after the storm; the lake couldn't be that bad. Stan was about to put on his wader shoes when the big tiger barged through the curtain. Before Stan knew what was going on, those rough-hide gloves had him by the shoulders, then one pushed in at his back and the other at his knees. "What the hell?" In seconds, Clyde had the dog held up as if he was a bride going over the threshold. "Hey, lemme go!" "Nuh-uh, you wanna go get a lil' cold shower after eyeballin' my kitty parts, I'm gonna go give you a big ol' hand." Stan's ears flattened and heated, stump wiggling around. "Oh come on, let me down! I can jump in the lake myself!" Clyde heaved the doberman over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and marched out of the cabin, tromping down the path to the lake. Stan growled and tugged on Clyde through the heavy coat, but it did nothing to stop the inevitable. Soon, Clyde was right out at the end of the dock and simply dumped Stan in with a huge splash. The dog howled from the cold shock, thrashing in the water for a moment. "You son of a bitch!" Clyde just grinned and dusted his leather-covered hands off, turning to lumber back up into the woods. --- Dinner was grilled steak, which both animals devoured after a day of hard work. "Got a surprise for you," Stan said as he scraped his plate clean. "Uh-huh." Stan paused, looking over at Clyde's reaction. There was something funny in the way the cat responded. "What? No, I mean, I really have a surprise. You stay here," the dobie said, heading for the back door of the cabin. Clyde shrugged and put his dishes in the sink, then hiked his jeans and scuffed his heels into the other room. The dog went outside to the generator hut and hunkered down; a few wood on wood groans came from the cabin, the sound of furniture being moved. The dobie poked around at the generator, then mashed on the start button. It turned over with a few clanks, then roared to life with a whining diesel clatter. After a few seconds, Stan flipped the power breaker and the cabin lit up from inside. Clyde was in the bedroom and his shadow popped up in front of the drapes, before a big red hand reached out and yanked them open. "Thought you said that thing was all gone!" he hollered. Stan closed the door on the hut. "Naw," the dog replied, smiling. His stub waggled and he reached back to itch at it. "Thought it was, but I guess it's not." The tiger looked down at his bandaged wrist, then out the window again. "Shit, you're all fixin' everything. Oughta hook you up with a jet-ski or somethin', marina guy buys 'em up busted an' fixes 'em." The tiger disappeared from the bedroom, followed by the bang of the front door and the thump of work boots on the stone porch. "Gonna lash up th'boat," he said, lumbering down the path towards the dock. Stan washed his hands off in a bucket outside, then made his way into the bedroom. He pulled his boots off, set his hat on the chair, and climbed in. He wrestled up a paperback from his duffel bag, a sci-fi novel with a library stamp pad on it. After a few minutes, the red and black cat came back up the path and paused by the window. "Fine's gonna be real big when y'take it back," Clyde said, completely deadpan as he kept on going and banged into the cabin. Stan turned the book around; the last stamp date on the book was from two years before he was even born. "I got it at a book sale. This old stuff's great. This one's 'bout the millenium, how it was gonna be the end of the world." "Hunh," Clyde said in the great room, then grabbed on the bedroom curtains and yanked them shut. "What's up?" the dog said, nose poking out over the top of the book's spine. "Surprise," Clyde said, then started banging around in the other room. Stan, worn out from a hard day and full of dinner, pushed the hidden tiger's grunts and huffed profanity aside in his head, replacing it with pre-millenial fiction angst. The dobie looked back up when he heard cabin-shaking pounds from the other room, the hard clop of stacked heels. Clyde didn't bother to pull the curtain apart; the hulking cat just barged into the bedroom, head ducked down, hand splayed atop the crown of a worn brown leather cowboy hat. The rest of Clyde followed, ancient fabric curtain swishing back into place behind him. "Holy shit," Stan said, ears tucking back at the sight. Clyde had replaced his usual blue collar, backwoods denim with cowboy gear. The same burnished brown saddle-leather chaps from earlier; a tooled brown leather cowboy vest; the big, unevenly curled leather cowboy hat; brown deerskin roping gauntlets and gloves; sharp-toed boots. Clyde tipped his hat. "Howdy, Stan. Couldn't handle seein' you all alone in here." Stan laughed, half nervous and half amused. "Oh my god, what're you wearing all that for?" The dog crossed his legs, hiding the rapidly forming tent in his bluejeans. "Sure would be sad t'bring it all on vacation an' just leave it in the closet," the tiger responded. "I don't think you brought any kinda gear like this, so you go on an' take off all that smelly stuff from workin' all day." The dobie stared at the leather-clad tiger. Clyde had nothing on under the vest or chaps, leaving the white patch of fur between his massive pecs in plain view, not to mention his steel-hard hooded erection. Stan didn't argue about taking his clothes off; he quickly shimmied out of his jeans, then pulled his shirt off over his head. Clyde stepped up and helped him finish the job, yanking it out of the dog's grasp. "But, I mean, why're you, why are you wearing it-" A big, gloved hand grabbed Stan's shoulder. "I ain't a dumb cat, an' you ain't a dumb doggy. Every time I hit th'showers after workin' out, I was thinkin' of you real good. I seen how you look at me, how you crawled up into my bed an' started pumpin' cat-dick. Well shit, that's jus' an admission." Clyde used his grip on Stan's shoulder to turn the dog and push him chest-flat against the bed. "Clyde-" "Now you shush your mouth-hole, I ain't gonna hear you whinin' an' mopin' around here 'cuz you got bad luck with every cock you meet. We got two nice weeks all alone-like an' I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole 'till you've forgot all 'bout how unlucky you are." With that, Clyde snarled hard, the gurgling grunt-snort of someone about to cough up something from their chest. He slapped glove-leather down on Stan's rump and yanked the boxer shorts down, then splayed the dog's tight cheeks. Stan groaned and squirmed his tail stub as Clyde snorted again, then splattered the entire cleft with a hot wad of tiger-spit. "You ain't gonna yelp or nothin', are you?" "Shit, shit, shit," Stan whispered, ears hot and tucked back, stub trying to tuck down, barely able to do more than nestle into the top of that wet fur. The dog slowly tucked his knees up under his body. "Just do it." "Uh-huh," Clyde said, big hands grabbing the dobie's thighs and adjusting the height a little. The tiger then kneeled one knee onto the bed with a low creak of leather, and palmed right in the middle of Stan's back, whuffing air out of the excited dog's lungs. The other gloved hand milked at its owner's straining cock, moving the foreskin and milking out a long drool of precum that got wiped up around Clyde's dickhead. The cat leaned down further, grunting as he guided himself right to the spot. "You don't have to uh, you can.. just push it right in," Stan whispered. "Uh-huh," the cat repeated, and nudged against the warm, squeezing pucker. He pushed forward and Stan shivered, the dog trying to lift away, then settled down, muscles giving way and admitting the fat dickhead. "Unnrh. Whew, you ain't-" Stan squeezed his eyes shut and lurched his body back, taking the remaining eight inches with a soft yelp. He slumped forward, sliding away from the invading cock, but Clyde closed the distance, settling down against his back, leathers squeaking with every little movement. The cat didn't thrust hard at first, only subtly pulling back and forth. "Aww Stan, you're a damn nice dog, all ripped hard an' slender an', an' kinda shined up an' tough lookin', an' you got a real nice asshole," the cat purred, the sound a rattling rumble that only came out when his chest collapsed. The tiger's leather-clad fingers roamed around Stan's body, feeling along shoulders, biceps, sides, underneath at the dog's chest. "I ain't said nothin' because I didn't wanna ruin anythin', you know, I ain't all pushy, I jus.. you were gettin' hard lookin' at my sweaty ol' crotch, knew you needed, needed somethin'." "Clyde-" "You wanna cat to shut up an' fuck, huh?" The tiger said, changing his tune and lifting up, pulling Stan right to the edge of the bed, cock almost slipping out. When Clyde dodged forward again, the ridge of the head pushed right back through, the dobie's shoulders lifting as he arched his chest into the sheets. Clyde pistoned in, body colliding with Stan's rump, a thump of fur and muscle. Then, the tiger started to jackhammer, chaps-clad hips lurching back and forth, bringing the dull clap of rump against hips each time. Stan squeezed his eyes shut, hard enough that they started to water, then opened his muzzle as the tiger changed angles slightly. Stan's mouth gaped open, pink tongue hanging out against the sheets. The dog's wiry, bony hands clutched at the bed linens, hard enough that one corner of the sheet popped off its keeper; Stan kept clutching, balling it up in his fists. Clyde wasn't quiet either; every few thrusts, he uttered a deep grunt, a feral growl, or a panting slurp as he cleaned drool off his stout muzzle. He slowed every few more thrusts, rocking on his heels, leathers squeaking from the strain, boot heels thumping down against the floor. Then, without warning, Clyde sucked in a deep breath. "Aww fuckin' hell, fuck, fuck!" he hollered, and clapped his hands down over Stan's ears. The red and black tiger bellowed out a roar so loud that it rattled the bedroom's kerosene lamp mantle to dust. Each shot of seed fired off into Stan's clenched tailhole, until Clyde pulled back with a grunt and skinned a hand along the shaft. Another shot fired out, splattering the dog right up between his shoulderblades. The final dregs came out as a sticky ooze down the tiger's fist. Stan, panting hard, ears still tucked from the violent sound, turned his head back. He saw that drool of seed, felt the rapidly cooling mess on his back. "I almost, I almost came," he mumbled. "God damn." "Rruhh. Guess that ain't a complaint." The dog sat up and winced. "I have to piss so bad, I'm seeing things," he panted, and quickly got up out of bed, rushing to the back door. Clyde tromped along, boots pounding the cabin floor, and burst out the back door. He flicked his hand off, sending flecks of tiger spunk into the little evergreen bushes by the dining windows. Stan was already out by a tree, tailstub lifted and twitching. "Ahh, ahhh, you really, really fuck hard," he groaned, finally starting his stream and hosing the tree bark down. The dog's tense posture drained, shoulders drooping, ears lifting back up. The dog ended it by leaning on the tree as he shook himself dry. "If you kept going, I would've gone nuts. Would've soaked everything with dog come." "Aww. Sorry bout that, I can go an' fuck you again," Clyde offered. Stan turned around and found himself almost head to chest with the huge tiger. "Well, I don't know about that. I mean, I gotta come. But..." The dog turned his torso, looking over his shoulder as if he heard a sound. Clyde looked as well. Stan spun back and leapt at Clyde, chest crashing against the tiger's. That simple impact wouldn't have sent the tiger back more than a few steps; Clyde had more than double the dog's weight on him. It was when Stan's jaws seized the tiger's throat that Clyde crumpled backwards and crashed to the dirt path with a heavy thump. The dobie let go and yanked at Clyde's chaps belt, then wedged himself under the tiger's legs and hefted knees up on his shoulders. The stunned tiger growled and snapped, one hand clutching his hat back onto his head, then gave up and let it fall to the side. "Pull your god-damn knees up!" the dog barked, then finally splayed the leather-coated muscle apart. Clyde's cock was hard as a rock again, coated in leftover seed; Stan slathered his fingers with it, then wiped them around Clyde's tailhole. Before the tiger could even take another breath, Stan was trying to mount like an excited stud dog on top of a bitch. His shaft slid in easy, clutched up by hot muscle, wrenching a grunt from Clyde. The tiger reached up to push at Stan's chest, but the dog just dipped his head down and grabbed the gloved hand in his jaws. The bite ended with a lick, then another, Stan slathering the cowboy tiger's hand with spit and then rubbing it back all over his face as Clyde stared on. The dog then repositioned himself, hands clutching the tiger's booted ankles, and started pounding his knot in against Clyde's tailring. Clyde struggled his legs against the hard grasp, trying to work his body back against Stan's swift canine thrusts, but Stan ignored the attempts. He chewed on Clyde's boot heel, tongue wiping the stacked leather, then slurped around the back of the cowboy boot's smooth leather, ears burning red inside, cock pouring precum into Clyde's passage. "Thought you said you gotta come," Clyde grunted. "Ain't gonna... my knot..." The tiger wrenched his leg away from the eager dog's face and stretched it out,then folded the knee again. The back of the boot wanged down on Stan's rump. The tiger freed the other leg, and repeated the maneuver, chaps leather straining against heavy muscle as Clyde pinched on the dog like a vice. Stan's muzzle strained, lips curling back, the sheer force able to pop his knot right into Clyde's tailhole. The dog arched back and howled, barked, yelped, hips jerking and bucking the swollen bulge back and forth against Clyde's squeezed-up ring. The dog's seed emptied out into the tiger, and Stan slumped down against Clyde's chest, muzzle drooling on vest leather. "You ain't a tough guy my ass," Clyde grunted, arms grasping around Stan, holding the dog there. He let up when Stan struggled a few minutes later, then pulled back. The dobie made a funny face, neck cording up as he strained to remove his still swollen knot, then barked and fell backwards into a bush. As he stared at the lazy tiger, white spunk squezed out of Clyde's hole and landed in the dirt. The tiger stood up and whacked cedar needles off his chaps. "Well partner, I reckon that we got a lot done today." Stan stood up, limping a little - there was a rock under the bush. "I'll help get the dirt off," he said. The two stood on the back porch, taking turns slapping dirt off with the aid of a dish towel. Clyde lumbered back inside, while Stan pumped himself a filtered glass of water and gulped it down. When the dog returned to the bedroom, the still-cowboy'd tiger was pushing the two beds together with the grind of bed frame against wood floor. "Hey, what're you doing that for?" He asked, pushing through the curtain. "Ain't no fun fittin' in that tiny lil' bed, ain't fun sleepin' all by myself," the tiger answered, before dropping himself into bed with a grunt. Stan came up and took the spot between tiger and wall. "Aren't you gonna take that stuff off?" "You want me to?" Clyde said, taking his hat and putting it over his face. Stan picked it up and moved it aside. "My house, my rules." "Well, no, I mean... " Stan looked down over the burly tiger, red and black stripes hidden by smooth saddle-weight leather. The dog felt a twinge of excitement swell his cock, even so soon after.  "No, I don't want it." "Gotta say, didn't really know you'd like it, but.. uh, I dunno, was hopin' you would, I guess. Yep." Clyde was starting to sound sleepy and grabbed onto Stan, dragging the dog's torso up against the side of his vest-clad chest. The dog struggled, then clutched around it. "I do. Jesus christ, I can't believe..." "Don't you go all off on that. You jus' go to sleep." Stan felt strange, like he needed to say something, but Clyde's attitude drove it away. At first, the dobie thought it was because the cat was acting 'just like everyone else', but then he realized that Clyde was doing anything but.  He settled against the tiger's leather-clad form, tucked up close by the big cat's arm, and felt a moment of serenity that was for once not tinged with lonliness. "Gotta say somethin'. Sorry, you ain't sleepin' yet, huh?" The dobie looked up. "No, almost." Clyde sighed deep. "I'm comin' back here early fall, an'... well, I ain't goin' back down to Lainsville. I'm buyin' the marina." "Wow. Really?" Stan said, drowsy enough that the implication was really lost on him. "Yeah," Clyde said, shifting his body a little, encouraging Stan to shift as well. The dobie clung to Clyde, shiny fur pressed up against all that leather. "Been' workin' for my dad all my life. Figured I'd make good on some business stuff I done in college an' get outta Lainsville. Place is fulla nut-jobs.  Marina guys are wantin' to get out finally, pass on the torch. Never run a marina before, but I love it up here. Ain't never gonna go to shit. Too small." Stan realized that Clyde was serious, and a little hole appeared inside. "So you're just moving away?" "Uh-huh. Gotta do some paperwork, figured I'd take some vacation." "So why'd you... why'd you invite me?" "Cuz I'm goin' away. Ain't too nice, goin' past each other in the gym for that last time, then nothin'. Figured, well, I figured we could have a nice lil' time. You're always all stressed over that damn job." "Yeah. It's a big pain. Moved up here, I mean, to Lainsville.. just for it, and now I wanna quit." Clyde thought for a few minutes, almost long enough that Stan thought he might have dozed off. "Well. They're all leavin', the marina people. Mechanic guy's goin' on down to florida. Gotta have a mechanic up here." Stan perked his ears up. "You..." "Now you jus' go on to sleep. Don't you be thinkin' about this stuff. Had a lil' fun, now we're all tired up." Clyde didn't say anything after that, and Stan eventually fell asleep, clutched to the tiger no matter which way he turned. Twelve days later, they piled into Clyde's truck and drove back to Lainsville. Thirteen days later, Stan walked out the door to the truck garage for the last time. Come labor day, and Clyde's big truck had a dog sticking his head out the window as they rumbled down the interstate.

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Title: HOTM Pt. 02 Tags: mind maureen, mary pressed, position mary, moment orgasm, pussy maureen, mary screamed, mary mind, maureen pussy, mary voice, asked maureen **CHAPTER 7** I called for my assistant over the intercom. "Mary, can you come in here?" I could tell by the look on Mary's face as she entered my office that she was flustered. The beet-red flush on her cheeks, made me momentarily picture Em's thighs as the flush raced through her during her orgasm. My cock twitched at the memory and I smiled. "Yes, um...Mr. Stone?" The nervous hitch in Mary's voice spoke volumes. For one, there was no doubt in her mind as to what had occurred in this office. Two, she was surprised, and maybe even a bit frightened by it. I figured I'd better take the upper hand quickly and attempt to regain some control of the situation. "Mary," I said in a calm and steady tone. "You set up that meeting. Just who was that woman?" I could see the wheels turning as Mary tried to figure out how to answer the question. "Mr. Stone I'm so sorry," Mary stammered. "I..." "There's no need to be sorry Mary," I assured her. "I'm just a bit taken aback right now." "Oh Mr. Stone. So am I. I've known Maureen for eight years. I don't know what to say." My mind reeled. Mary has known Maureen for eight years, I thought to myself. As I thought about it, I pictured Em in my mind. I've seen her before, but she didn't look or act like she did today. I just couldn't place where or when. "Eight years?" I said incredulously. "How do you know her?" "She's a neighbor of mine," Mary explained. "She works for the tool and die manufacturer I told you about. She's been their lead sales rep for as long as I've known her." "You met her at the Christmas party three years ago. You probably wouldn't remember," Mary continued. "I invited her as her boyfriend was away. I brought her to cheer her up." Now I was completely confused. I remembered Maureen as clear as day. I remembered asking Mary about her briefly, and then moving on to other employees. "Mary. Can I ask you a personal question?" I inquired. "Make that an extremely personal question. You don't have to answer." I tried to figure how to most delicately ask the question. "Does Em, er..., I mean, Maureen have any other jobs or, I don't know...hobbies?" "Not that I know of, Mr. Stone. She's always been kind of, married to her work." "Yes, but Mary, Maureen's sales style was; how should I say this? Unconventional?" The look on my face said to Mary that I was befuddled. As I thought of what went on, I realized that Maureen had not attempted to sell me anything. "Don't worry Mr. Stone. I intend to get to the bottom of this." \* **CHAPTER 8** As Mary left my office I picked up the HOTM card from my desk. I hadn't asked Mary about HOTM. I figured that she probably knew nothing of it anyway, so why open another can of worms. I picked up my phone and dialed the toll-free number on the card. "H-O-T-M. Operator 7. Please answer the following questions," a taped voice said. "Please state your account number." I did. There was a brief pause. "Thank you Mr. Stone. On a scale of 1 to 5, how would you rate your level of surprise? Please note that '1' would mean that you were highly surprised. '5' would mean that you were not surprised at all." I spoke the number "1." I had to admit that I was more than surprised. "Thank you. On a scale of 1 to 5, how would you rate Em's performance? Please note that '1' would mean that you very pleased. A '5' would mean that you were very displeased." Again I spoke the number "1." I had no complaints about Em's "performance." I made a mental note to remember that word. "Performance" was an interesting choice of words. "Thank you. On a scale of 1 to 5, how would you rate your satisfaction level with H-O-T-M? Please note that '1' would mean that you are very satisfied. A '5' would mean that you are highly dissatisfied." This time I said the number "5." I still didn't know who or what HOTM was, but I knew they couldn't stand a "5" on their record. As the taped voice started to say "Thank you," I hung up. \* **CHAPTER 9** Not fifteen minutes had passed when Mary called. "Mr. Stone? I have a Jeremiah Ashe on Line 2. He says he is calling you regarding your dissatisfaction with, 'services rendered'?" Inwardly I smiled. That was fast. "Put him through." My phone rang, but I let it ring four more times before I picked it up. "Don Stone," I clipped into the receiver. "Mr. Stone. Good afternoon," Mr. Ashe stated pleasantly and professionally. "I am the national customer service director for H-O-T-M. I just received word that you were extremely dissatisfied with our services and I wanted to get through to you to see what can be done to rectify the situation." I decided that the professional tone was best in this situation. "Thank you for responding so quickly Mr. Ashe," I started. "It's not so much a complete dissatisfaction with HOTM, as it is concern over HOTM. What is it? Why am I involved? How did a friend of my assistant get involved? Needless to say I'm a bit perplexed right about now." Mr. Ashe chuckled pleasantly. "I can imagine that you are Mr. Stone. First of all let me assure you that HOTM is only interested in your total enjoyment and satisfaction with its services. Your account was established by a Ms. Diane Warren. She provided all the pertinent information regarding your personal likes and dislikes. Types of women you are attracted to. Your sexual preferences." "Ms. Miller definitely seemed right for your initiation," Ashe continued. "Em, uh... Ms. Miller, was fine," I stumbled. "I'm not unhappy with Ms. Miller. I am concerned with Ms. Warren and what HOTM has to do with me." Mr. Ashe surprised me with his next statement. "Ms. Warren is just fine. I'm sure she'll be in touch with you shortly. HOTM is totally dedicated to your 100% satisfaction with its services rendered. You'll receive a free bonus session tomorrow. After that I think you'll see the benefits of our service." "Thank you Mr. Stone. I'm looking forward to speaking with you again. Have a great day." He hung up. I still didn't have any answers, and how would he know how Ms. Warren, Diane, was? I immediately called back. The taped voice answered. "Thank you for calling Mr. Stone. Your account has been activated." \* **CHAPTER 10** At 5:00 Mary practically flew out of the building. She was on a mission to find out what happened in my office. Mary Shurr was a dedicated professional, and she did not want to put her job, or her reputation, on the line. That was exactly what she thought as she approached her house. Three doors down Maureen Miller's car sat in her driveway. Mary had no intentions of waiting. She drove straight to Maureen's house. A moment later she was pressing the doorbell switch and waiting impatiently at the door for Maureen to answer. Though Mary had seen Maureen at the office, she still wasn't prepared for the change in Maureen's demeanor and personality. Maureen stood at the door in a bathrobe. The robe belt was cinched snugly at the waist accentuating the curves of her hips. The top of the robe was "V'd" down to the belt. Her cleavage well defined and exposed. As angry as Mary was, she couldn't help but stop and admire how attractive Maureen was. Mary blushed as she realized that she was staring. She figured it might be better to come back later. "Maureen," Mary said. "I really need to talk to you. I can come back later this evening if that's OK with you." "No. Don't be silly Mare," Maureen said with a gleam in her eye. "You know you're always welcome. Come on in." Mary hesitated momentarily but then, not wanting to appear like she was uncertain, brushed past Maureen and entered the house. Mary was surprised at how much heat Maureen's body exuded as she passed her, and was even more surprised as a brief wave of excitement rushed through her. She chalked it off to the tensions of the day. Maureen closed and locked the door behind her. "Hey Mare. Can I fix you a cup of coffee?, Maureen asked. "No thank you Maureen," Mary spoke hesitantly. "I just needed to stop by and ask you some questions, if you don't mind." "Sure. Let's sit in the living room and you can ask me all you want." Mary started to sit in one of the wing chairs but Maureen insisted that she take the recliner. Maureen claimed that her back had been hurting and that the wing chairs offered her more support. As Mary walked to the recliner she mentally inventoried the room. She didn't remember Maureen having a recliner, and this one looked like it cost a bundle. Not that Maureen couldn't afford it, but she normally was very simple in her tastes. This recliner looked like one of those hi-tech innovations, all leather with heat and vibration. A remote, connected by wires, sat on the armrest. It was surprisingly wide, almost the width of a full size bed. Mary thought that two people could probably fit in it comfortably. Mary settled down into the recliner. "Damn," she thought. "This is comfortable." Maureen sat directly across from her in the wing chair. Mary couldn't help but notice that Maureen's robe opened more when she sat. The "V" of the robe opened, exposing even more of her massive cleavage. Maureen's legs were opened in such a way that Mary could see almost everything. Mary was flustered. "Maureen, I, um... need to ask you about today," Mary began. "I need to ask you about today at the office." Maureen smiled sweetly and innocently. "Today at the office?" she asked. "What do you want to know?" Maureen began to fidget with the edge of the "V" on her robe, and as she sat there, began to open and close her legs. This obviously sexual advance was making Mary even more nervous. Mary stammered. "May be I should, um... come back later when um... I..." "Don't be silly, Mare," Maureen laughed. "You are really stressed today. Why don't you just sit back and relax. You'll love that chair. I'm going to make us some coffee." Maureen got up and walked by the recliner. She reached down and lightly traced a fingertip across Mary's right cheek. "You really are sweet you know," Maureen said. She picked up the remote and handed it to Mary. "Use the 'A' button to recline. Use the 'B' button to apply heat. Use the 'C' button to vibrate. That chair makes me feel like a new woman," Maureen grinned as she walked out of the room. Mary knew that she should just get up and leave, but the stress of the day was taking its toll, and she wasn't thinking as clearly as she should. The smell of coffee coming from the kitchen soothed her all the more. Mary pressed the "A" button on the remote. \* **CHAPTER 11** The recliner went into a fully reclined position in one smooth operation. Beyond that actually. The recliner was practically completely level, almost like a bed. Mary thought how comfortable the recliner felt when she first sat in it. Fully reclined, the chair practically put her to sleep. "This chair is incredible," she thought. "Whatever she paid for it, it was worth every penny." Mary pressed the "B" button and a sense of warmth passed through he. "Yes that was it," Mary thought. "A sense of warmth, rather than actual heat." It made her feel really good. It was very relaxing. Mary pressed the "C" button. \* **CHAPTER 12** At the moment of orgasm, the senses are as alive and as fully attuned to outside stimuli, as they will ever be. Mary was there instantaneously. Not quite. Actually the moment just before orgasm. Every fiber of her being wanted her to crest, but she couldn't. She felt her nipples harden, her juices flowing, her breathing was shallow and labored. She knew she was moaning, but she couldn't hear herself as the blood rushing through her head sounded deafening. She knew where she was, but she could no more have gotten up from the chair, then she could have walked on the moon. At this point though she didn't want to get up. She wanted to complete her orgasm. She saw Maureen come up beside her. Maureen was completely naked. She was massaging her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Mary could see that Maureen's nipples were blood-engorged and fully distended. They stood out at least and inch from the dark aureola. Mary wanted to reach out to Maureen. She wanted to pull her down to her, force her face between her thighs. She wanted Maureen to make her cum. "OH GOD I WANT TO CUM!!!" Mary screamed in her mind. Maureen walked to the head of the chair and pulled up what looked like a silver crown with a myriad of wires dangling from it. She placed the crown on Mary's head. Then she bent over and kissed Mary, driving her tongue deep inside of Mary's mouth, lingering there, exploring the nooks and crannies, mapping the area for future exploration. Finally Maureen broke off of the kiss. Mary saw Maureen holding the briefcase that she had in Mr. Stone's office earlier. Mary had one or two toys of her own at her house, but it appeared as if Maureen had an entire line of adult paraphenalia in the briefcase. Mary's mind took it all in as Maureen pulled the items, one by one, from the briefcase. Vibrators of all shapes and sizes, rubber cocks (small, medium, and large), strap-on belts, balls, eggs, beads, you name it, it was probably there. Lastly Mary saw Maureen pull a large double-headed dildo from the case. Maureen was spreading lubricant all over its length. Maureen climbed up on top of Mary. She was sliding one end of the dildo between her breasts and the other end between Mary's breasts. "Enjoy this Mare," Maureen said. "I know I'm going to." Maureen picked up the remote control and pressed "D." \* **CHAPTER 13** Mary never felt a sensation like this before. It was almost as if her consciousness had disconnected from her body. It seemed as if her body was a room and she was simply walking around in it. Even more disconcerting was the fact that someone else was in the room with her. At first she couldn't make out any details or discern where the other consciousness was. Shortly however, she began to become accustomed to feelings and thoughts. She found she could control them. As she became more acclimated to her surroundings she saw the other person in the room. She recognized her immediately. It was Diane Warren. \* **CHAPTER 14** "Hi Mary," the voice of Diane Warren resonated in Mary's mind. "Diane?" Mary thought back to her. Mary realized that they weren't actually speaking, but she understood everything Diane wanted her to hear. She wondered if the same was true for her. Did Diane know everything, or just what Mary wanted her to hear? "Welcome to HOTM," Diane continued. "You will thoroughly enjoy your time here and you'll get to know more about yourself, and what you are capable of, then you ever thought possible." Diane smiled at Mary. "Feel for yourself." Mary fell to the floor. She could feel herself being fucked, but she couldn't see who it was. It didn't matter who it was anyway, she thought to herself. Whoever was doing it was pretty damn good. Mary began to writhe on the floor. Her pussy felt so full, so damn full. "Oh my," Mary thought. "This IS nice." Diane stood over her and smiled. "Don't you want to see what is giving you so much pleasure? Don't you want to be a part of it?" Mary did want to be a part of it. She had never felt so good before. Nor so depraved. She wanted this and a lot more. "What do I need to do, Diane?' Mary gasped as she felt another thrust deep inside of dripping womb. "You and I are going to become ONE over the next 24 hours," Diane explained. "What you feel, I'll feel. What you want, I'll want. Whoever you fuck, I'll fuck. We'll have the time of our lives." Mary thought about it. She had always been a bit of a prude. Not that she didn't want to let go. Alone in her room, with her toys, she fantasized frequently. Normally about Mr. Stone. She hoped Diane didn't know that. She knew Diane and Mr. Stone were a good couple but that didn't stop her from fantasizing about him. "I'll do it Diane," Mary thought. \* **CHAPTER 15** Mary came out of her trance and saw Maureen on top of her. Maureen's dildo was buried deep inside of Mary's pussy. Maureen was twisting and pushing it ever deeper. Mary looked up at Maureen face. "It's deep enough Baby," Mary sighed. Maureen smirked. "I know you can get it deeper if you want to." Maureen raised herself up to a standing position. Mary was staring directly up at her completely bald pussy. It looked wet and inviting. The sight of it made tremors pulse through her labia. Mary reached down and grasped the dildo with one hand. She continued to twist and shove the monstrous toy deeper. With her other hand she began to massage her clit. Stroking the stiff little button, coaxing herself closer and closer to her climax. Maureen walked up until she stood directly over Mary's face, then she lowered herself, squatting so that her fully exposed clit and vaginal lips were in position for Mary's assault. Mary wasted no time in driving her tongue deep inside of Maureen's pussy. Even though Maureen was expecting it, she was surprised at how quickly Mary took to the merger with Diane's consciousness. She knew from experience that, even with the merger, Mary would not participate in something that was repulsive or morally wrong to her. Mary's tongue lapped, as her mouth sucked, Maureen's vaginal juices. Maureen had plenty to release for her, and Mary gave no indication that she was not going to get every drop she could. Mary felt her vaginal walls pulsating as her pussy sucked more and more of Maureen's two-headed twat toy into her already over-stuffed womb. She could feel the tip pressing hard against her cervix. The fullness made her climb closer and closer to her eventual release. Maureen's pussy was dripping fluid all over Mary's face. Mary knew that it was going to happen any moment. They both would finally get to cum. They both would get to experience that moment they longed for. "OH FUCK MARE!!!" Maureen screamed as the first throes of her orgasm washed over her. She dropped her clit down onto Mary's face, pushing and grinding it against Mary's rapidly flitting tongue. Mary finally reached the moment she had been begging for as well. With one final shove she clamped her legs tightly around the dildo, her fingers pressed against her throbbing clit, exhorting every last wave, every last tingle, to keep the throes of her pleasure coming. "FUCK ME! OH FUCKKKK MEEEEE!!!!" Mary screamed in ecstasy. With each wave of her climax the dildo drove deeper and deeper inside of her, and the deeper it went the more Mary blew over the top. Finally they both began to calm, the last few tremors passing through them, leaving them completely satisfied with their work. Later, in Maureen's bed, Mary straddled Maureen's face. She felt Maureen pushing the tip of a small vibrator against her asshole, knowing that momentarily it was going to enter her virginal tract. She thought about her deal with Diane. "What a day we're going to have," she thought. The vibrator pushed through, and into, the tight confines of her bowel. Mary screamed in pure pleasure as her third orgasm of the evening passed through her. Mary thought momentarily about what tomorrow would bring, but tonight she and Maureen had plans. She looked over at the bedside table where Maureen had laid out all of her toys. As another flood of vaginal syrup oozed into Maureen's mouth, Mary eyed the strap-on longingly. *TO BE CONTINUED...*

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Title: Freshman's First BBC Ch. 02 Tags: interracial creampie, squirting, sloppy second sex, first orgasm, interracial snuggle, interracial cheating, interracial spanking, bbc vs bbw, blacks on blondes, interracial spooning Silence had filled the room; moments before there were grunts of orgasm, laughter, and soft talking. All that noise was behind us now, as we lay together on the bed. "You didn't ask me why?" she said softly, breaking the silence. I could feel her breasts pushing into me with each breath. "I don't plan on asking, it's the first rule of being discrete." I said, as I brushed some sweaty hair from her face. "I see." she said. I didn't think she understood, so I replied. "I want to show you a great night, not to cause problems. If I ran into you both together in month from now, I'd act like I didn't know you." She looked up at me, a confused look on her face. "You'd pretend that this didn't happen?" "Yes," I began to say as I moved my hand up under her arm to to cup a breast. "I don't want to ruin your relationship." She still looked perplexed as I fiddled with her hardening nipple. "I'll tell you what. If I see you with him, even it's years from now, I will come over, introduce myself, and we can build our friendship from there. I won't discuss our sex, but I won't ignore you either." She seemed to accept this; I however, was now confused by our agreement, but the odds of meeting her, and her boyfriend were so remote, that I let it be. "Tell me more about yourself?" She asked. "It sounds like you have a bit of an accent." I started to squirm under her questions, it'd be an odd story about me growing up in both New York city, and Rotterdam. I'm one of those chaps who prefers to leave the past behind. I decided that it was time to change subjects, talk about the past, and especially boyfriends tends to bring on guilt, and wouldn't help me get a second round. I gently encouraged her to roll on to her back, and I propped myself up on one elbow, and with my other hand I explored her beautiful curves. "It felt like you came very close to cumming, was it the condom that held you back?" I asked her, as my fingers caressed her neglected nipple. "I've never had an orgasm before...". She said, and began to blush. "Some women can't cum at all." I said as my hand moved lower, touching her recently shaved areas. "I think I can." she said dreamily, as my finger slowly entered her. I could feel her wetness, and that alone started to make me hard... and give me ideas. A thought suddenly popped into my mind, and I leapt from the bed, running for the bathroom. I returned moments later with a black marker, and a towel. "You startled me!" she said, as I stuffed the towel under her. "What's this for?" "This time when you feel like cumming, don't fight it, just let it out. I have two beds, let's ruin this one, and sleep in the other." As I spoke those words, I began to stroke her feminine parts. She grunted an acknowledgement of my words; we were both finally on the same page, and I picked up the pace of my intimate massage. I had begun by making small circles on her clitoris, like a calligrapher, and when my pen went dry, I'd dab my finger into her wetness and start again. She had started making a low moans. As she shed her inhibitions, and began to embrace her building orgasm, those moans grew louder, and louder! I knew that clitoral stimulation would not alone be enough, so when I placed my finger inside her to moisten it, I left it there, and pushed deeper. I curled the tip on my finger, and found that spot inside a woman, that so few men know about... the G-spot. I rubbed in small circles, in the same fashion as before, at first going slow, and then faster. I lay beside her, my head still propped on my other arm, admiring her, and the growing redness on the face, and chest. I decided that she wasn't going to be the only one to be satisfied. I leaned over, and placed my mouth on her nipple. That was all it took, the magical explosion took place moments after. Her vagina contracted, very tightly, and water appeared, like an oasis in the desert. She screamed a gutteral cheer of victory, as she experienced her first orgasm. She relaxed her grip on the bedsheets, and slowly came back to earth, feeling more relaxed, and in tune with her body. I eased up on her nipple to talk, and with my now free hand, I began to play with the other one. "How did you know..." she asked in a shaky voice. "That it would be so... so..." "Messy?" I replied. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "I figured you were a squirter..." I said as I fumbled around looking for the marker I had moments ago. "You were so wet earlier, I just knew you had it in you." We talked some more, and she had revealed that she had only had sex a handful times before leaving for her all-girls school in New England. Each time they did it, it was in the back-seat of either her truck or her boyfriends. "If sex in a bed is novel for her, wait until she sees what's next." I thought to myself as I removed the cover from the marker. "Arts and crafts?" She asked. "Sort of," I replied as I leaned over her, and started drawing a spade on her left breast. She was silently amused by my drawing, and waited patiently for me to finish. Once I finished the large Q inside, I then moved to her inner right thigh, and drew a large S. "An upside-down heart, and a Q?" She wondered aloud. "It looks like a photo riddle. Ha ha!" "It means that you're a Queen of Spades." I said as I finished the L. "Off with their heads!" She shouted. I had half completed the U. "As you wish my Queen!" I said in an English accent, we both chuckled, and with the T done, I had moved onto her left foot. "Why the Queen of Spades?" She said between giggles, I must have tickled her as I began writing WHORE, on her foot. "It's an indicator, it let's men know that you prefer black men over all others." I said as I finished up writing on her foot. "Oh!" She said. She may have had more to say, but I had tossed the marker, and rolled on top of her. She naturally opened her legs for me, it seemed like an automatic response, as if we had been lovers for years. The head of my penis had easily popped inside of her. Each time I tried to rest it elsewhere, it would slide in quickly, she was still wet all over. "Condom?" she asked. "Vasectomy." I replied. "Oh..." she said, as I slid in further. This was our second round, and I wanted it to last longer than the first; a slow penetration seemed the perfect way. Inch by inch I descended deeper into her, with eight inches to spare, it was going to be slow journey into pleasure. Once I was fully in, I paused, and held still. I wanted her to get used to my size. "Keep... ugh... going..." She stammered out. I could feel her clenching, and in moments, I could feel the wetness all over; my testicles were soaked, and I was in heaven! "Woo!" I cried out, like a kid who made a touch down. She blushed, and appeared self-concious, lying naked below me. "Let's soak this bed, and I'll complain to the manager that there's a leaky pipe!" I stated loudly as I began to pump away. "Ah... ok..." She replied, unsure of whether I'd really do it. The first time we had sex, I couldn't hold out long enough to do more than a few positions, but now that she wasn't afraid to cum, it gave me precious moments to catch my breath. Missionary is a great position, but I soon grew bored of it, although it gave me great access to her beautiful breasts, I truly was tired. I may have been a brown coloured stallion, but I was a forty-year old one. After I made her cum again, I climbed off her, and pulled her by the hand into the washroom. She seemed perplexed, but once I had tossed a towel on the floor, and bent her over the counter facing the mirror, she understood my plan. With one hand grasping at her hair, and the other on her hip, I commenced with my thrusting. Soon I had a good pace, and with my free hand, I sought out the ass cheek I spanked earlier. The hand print had faded, but with a couple smacks I had it resurrected. This position was amazing, looking over her shoulder into the mirror, I found her eyes look back at me; I took her look to be encouragement to pump faster and faster. Once our eyes locked, it felt like a moment frozen in time. To me it felt like a instant of high sexual energy, and to her, it must have been very romantic. I doubt words could have described it. As we looked into each others souls, she again crossed that threshold into that realm that the French call, le petite morte. She grunted, and squirted; her contraction was very powerful, and almost pushed my penis out. I felt the gush of water, it landed on both our legs, and the floor, the towel catching the last of it. Drained, she collapsed back into my arms, and being the perfect gentleman I caught her. My hands went around her waist, and soon moved upwards, each one finding a breast to squeeze and caress. "Can we try a different position?" She asked in a weak voice. "One where I don't need to stand. "Follow me." I said grabbing a fresh towel, and leading her by the hand. I laid the towel on the chair near the window, and sat on it. She looked at me and said, "I'm not sure..." "Don't worry!" I said with a sly grin. "We'll soak the chair, and I'll say I spilt my complimentary water bottle on it!" She laughed, turned around, and grasping my spear, she lined herself up for a deep stabbing. There's something about receiving lap sex that I can't resist; it's difficult to describe, but the sensation of a woman's body going all the way up, and back down on my penis, that literally draws the sperm from me. Once settled on my lap, and fully impaled on my rod, she grabbed the armrests of the chair, and slowly began to rise. This time a moan escaped my lips! When all but the head of my penis remained inside her, she quickly slammed herself down upon me. It was an incredible sensation, I felt her ass land on my lap, and the backs of her legs touching the tops of mine, as she forced my legs apart for greater control and comfort. After several repeats of rises, and slams, she stopped, and sat on my lap. There was no gush of water, and I wondered what had happened. "This position is amazing, but I'm exhausted!" she said, laying back upon me. As before I acted as her saviour, but the cost of my services, was a hand on each breast, and two fingers on each nipple. After a brief groping session, we took our fun back to the bed. As I laid on my back, I noticed that had she stopped in her tracks, and was staring at me. "You want me... on top?" She said. "I'll crush you!" "If you don't get over here, and put those tits in my face, by the count of three..." I said in a very stern, but fake voice. With a giggle on her lips, she climbed aboard me, and inserted my manhood inside her dripping wet vagina. At first she placed her hands on my shoulders, but quickly switched to the bed's headboard above me. Like a kid in a candy store I was ecstatic! Both breasts swung in my face, and if I lifted my head, I was slapped by them! I licked, and pinched her nipples; squeezed, weighed, and worshipped her breasts. I felt her contracting, and I buried my head in her cleavage, my face was covered in breast sweat. Her pending orgasm triggered mine; I wanted it to be momentous, and as big as hers, so I thrust my hips up, as she brought hers down. We both cried out in mutual joy; I was bathed in her feminine fluid, as I pumped mine deep inside her. Earlier I had coated her face in my seed, and thought that my taps were dry, however I was surprised to feel a copious amount of sperm pass out of me, and deep into her uterus. With both of us spent, and dehydrated; my member slid from her, and she lay her head upon my chest. With our eyes closed, and in a deep embrace, I thought I heard her say. "None of that talk about being forty this time. Let's just rest." I took the hint, and fell asleep. Sometime later I awoke, the lights were still on, and she was still in bed with me, with her back turned to me. I rolled over to spoon behind her, and I could hear her soft breaths, it reminded me of a sleeping kitten. I moved my arm that was under her, and reached for a breast, my batteries were recharged, and I felt a stirring in my loins. I brought my other hand up, and grabbed her free breast. She stopped her soft breathing, I had a feeling that she was waking from her slumber; she had pushed her ass out towards me, causing me to harden even more. Finally she lifted her leg, and with her hand, she guided my semi-ridged train into her moistened tunnel. As I penetrated her, I could feel my earlier creampie, it felt warm, and I had the strong desire to add to it, and I started pumping away quicker, and quicker. My grip increased; her breasts had become crack-cocaine to me; I was addicted, and could not let go! Now that she had learned to cum, she to had become addicted to the size, and girth of my penis. Our mutual desires coalesced in another large explosion. For a third time in one night I had produced a large load, I could feel my swimmers being launched from me into her. She came as well, her waters felt warm upon my skin, and slowly cooled in the new quiet that had descended upon the room. We both got up, used the bathroom, and after I laid another towel on the bed, we laid down to rest. The lights were finally turned off, and we both fell asleep spooning together once again. I slept soundly, but I did recall hearing a phone ring, and the light briefly turn on. In the morning, I awoke, and saw that she was gone. Alone in the bed, I wondered if it had all really happened: the facial, the squirting, the creampies, and especially, THE BREASTS! But the towel underneath me was a physical reminder I couldn't ignore, it had happened, and it was glorious! I dressed in my tracksuit, and planned on eating breakfast, and hitting the hotel's gym before checking out, and driving again. Looking in the mirror, I noticed my giant grin, and feeling really good about myself, I said to my reflection. "Not bad for forty!"

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Title: Behind the Story Ch. 02 Tags: online *Author's Note: Again, this follows the line of having some trouble which category to place this in... but I decided that because of the direction it's heading that's the category to choose.* Enjoy! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Three days after Dru masturbated herself to orgasm at the behest of a fan, she finally got up the nerve to get back onto her instant messenger. Immediately, Joe IMed her. Drkness300: Decided to come back I see. Dru bit her lip. Then decided to respond... NaughtyDru: You made me uncomfortable last time. There was a pause. Drkness300: I'm sure I did. NaughtyDru: No really, you shouldn't have talked to me like that. Drkness300: Why not? Because you liked it too much? NaughtyDru: No! NaughtyDru: It's creepy. Drkness300: You put yourself out on the internet, knowing that the people you're talking to are fantasizing about you, and you think it's creepy when they tell you their fantasies? Drkness300: You really are a very naughty Dru. Drkness300: And somebody should put you in your place. NaughtyDru: What, and you think you're the one to do it? Drkness300: I could be. Drkness300: It depends on how badly you want it. His arrogance was almost appalling. She knew that this was heading back into dangerous territory... why was she responding to him like this? Squeezing her thighs together, she tried to ignore the tingling between them. Just as she had ignored the fact that the last couple days she'd been hornier than ever, and that every time she masturbated it was to the image he'd described to her. NaughtyDru: I DON'T! Drkness300: Of course not. And he signed off. Dru gasped, he'd never done anything like that before! She felt... unfulfilled. It was at that moment that she realized that she'd signed on, hoping - knowing - that he would contact her. She had been hoping that he would describe another scenario for her to picture... hoping for this person that she'd never seen before to violate her from a distance. How sick was she?! Disgusted with herself, Dru signed off as well. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The next day she found herself sitting in front of the computer, index finger tapping the clicker on the mouse without actually pressing down. Twisting her lower lip thoughtfully, she couldn't decide if she wanted to sign on or not. He'd be there. She was perverted and sick to sign on and talk to him wasn't she? Maybe not... people met online all the time. So the way that she'd met him was a little unusual was all, even for online. But she had enjoyed talking to him before. Dru blushed. And she had enjoyed when he'd described his fantasy to her as well, and now that there was some time to buffer the memory, it didn't seem as creepy. And it still turned her on. She realized that she was trying to talk herself into signing on. "Well if I want to do it that badly, why don't I just DO it?!" she muttered to herself. And double clicked the mouse, her heart beating faster as she did so. His screenname was on her buddy list, he was online... but for the first time he didn't immediately message her when she signed on. Dru sat in the chair, staring at his screenname. Then she started to get a little angry. She was back online, why wasn't he IMing her?! NaughtyDru: Are you there? Drkness300: Curious kitten aren't you... just couldn't stay away. Dru scowled, reading his words as slightly mocking. NaughtyDru: Why didn't you message me? Drkness300: Don't pout. Realizing that she was doing exactly that, Dru tossed her head and pulled in her bottom lip. NaughtyDru: I'm NOT. NaughtyDru: Why didn't you? Drkness300: Why DID you? She hesitated, not realy having an answer. Drkness300: Meet me somewhere. NaughtyDru: What?! I can't! Drkness300: Yes. You can. Drkness300: Meet me. Drkness300: Friday night. At Bind in DC. Drkness300: 11pm. NaughtyDru: This is crazy, how would I even know who you are? Drkness300: Wear all white. I'll find you. NaughtyDru: This is insane. Drkness300 signed off. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Dru yelled at the computer, smacking the side of the monitor in her anger. Seriously! What the hell?! She was fuming, frustrated... and still confused as to what to do. "Shit." she muttered and got up from the computer. Maybe she'd just go watch Will & Grace or something. Get her mind off of things. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "I can't decide..." Dru's voice trailed off as she stared into space. "What's there to decide?" asked Jane, "You should totally go!" "Seriously?" Dru asked, "Like... you don't think it's sketchy?" "Of course it's sketchy," grinned Jane, "But that's why you do something smart like asking your best friend slash roommate to go with you!" "Will you?!" Dru's heart lifted, and she realized that she really did want to go, and that having someone there to support her would make everything a lot easier. Jane laughed, "Sure! I've been wanting to go to Bind for awhile now, this is the perfect excuse!" "What IS Bind? I mean, I know it must be a club or something, but I've never heard of it!" Dru was somewhat confused by Jane's enthusiasm, they had been to clubs together before and while clubbing was something Jane enjoyed she never got particularly excited about any one club, "And why would wearing all white mean that he could find me?" "Ahh..." Jane's voice lilted as her hazel eyes glinted with mischief, there was a bit of a teasing laugh in her voice as she informed Dru, "Bind is a BDSM club - that's Bondage, Domination, Sadism, Masochism - and most of the people there will probably be dressed in goth-gear, which means a lot of black. Not too many people dressed all in white... if at all..." her voice trailed off as she got that contemplative look in her eye and Dru knew that she was already planning out her wardrobe. Well that explained it, Dru knew that Jane sometimes liked to go to Industrial Clubs and the like, although she'd never been with her. Hearing exactly what kind of club Bind was and thinking about the fact that Joe wanted to meet her there made her shiver... although she wasn't sure if it was with fear or excitement. "I'm glad you're going with me," she said impulsively to Jane. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Friday morning Dru went onto her computer. Joe wasn't on, so she decided to look up the website for Bind. The pages were dark and sinister, cloudy black backgrounds with edgy red lettering... the pictures that were on the pages were many, but more teasing than fulfilling. Here was a girl with long blond hair in a pony-tail, looking over her shoulder with come-hither eyes, a ball gag stuffed into her mouth. Another of a man tied with his back to the camera, his arms spread wide on some kind of hanging wooden piece, a bar between his legs; black straps wrapped around his body. She shivered as she looked at the pictures, wanting to see more, know more. Dru felt herself getting wet as she looked at these confident men and women on the pages, each beautiful in their own way... all of them clad in leather, vinyl, latex... darkly exotic and dangerous. Most of them were scantily clad, but the way they carried themselves made it seem as if they were fully clothed. Then she found the video clip. Clicking on it, the small screen came to life; a girl was being strapped over some kind of padded horse, a ball-gag in her mouth and her short brown hair tumbling to either side of her face. Dru turned up the volume, but the only noise was the girl's anxious moans and whimpers... but she didn't sound scared, she sounded eager. There was a man behind her, and he flipped up her short skirt to show her bottom, her ass bisected by a black thong. The man wasn't visible, except for his body as he moved to the side of the girl, giving the camera a good angle. He was broad and strongly muscled, wearing loose leather pants and no shirt. Dru wondered what his face looked like. Resting a hand on the girl's buttock, he began to caress the brunette's ass, making her shiver and wriggle in her bound state. Dru shivered too, sliding her hand into her pants to give her clit a quick finger, sending a pleasurable sensation tingling through her body. The man caressed down the girl's leg and then back up to her buttocks, then suddenly gripped the cheek hard. Dru gasped as he drew back his hand and then sent it crashing down on the girl's ass. The girl on the computer screen screamed behind the gag, her back arching in response to the abuse of her rear as the man's hand came down hard on her other cheek. He began steadily spanking her as she wriggled against the horse and the rope, starting to move with the rhythm of the spanking. As the camera turned to show the girl's face, Dru realized that even though the spanking obviously hurt, the girl was also obviously enjoying it. Her own hand slipped back down into her pants, fingering her slit which was much wetter than she would've thought. She hadn't even realized that she'd gotten turned on watching this girl being bound and spanked, but as soon as she touched her wet lips her entire lower region sprang to life. Moaning under her breath, she scooted down in the chair to get bettter access to her pleasure points, her eyes never leaving the screen. The camera panned back around and Dru could clearly see that the girl's movements against the horse were like she was fucking it; and now she could see that the way the girl was tied allowed her to rub the front of her groin against the horse. As the man spanked her, the girl was essentially masturbating against the prop to which she was tied. Dru groaned, rubbing her fingers frantically against her clit, just like the girl was writhing against the horse... unable to get anything inside of her but finding pleasure by other means. Dru gasped, her body arching as pleasure coursed through her, her free hand gripped the seat of her chair as she humped against her fingers; the sound of the man's slapping hand and the girl's muffled moans filling her ears. Her head thrashed from side to side as she started to cum, her eyes closed for the first time as she saw herself in her mind, bound to a horse and spanked, rubbing her clit against the rubbery firm surface beneath her. Fingers flicking faster she shuddered and bucked, the orgasm filling her entire being and carrying it along onto a plane of exquisite pleasure. When she finally came back down from her high, she opened her eyes to see the girl in the throes of her own orgasm, the man spanking her harder than ever. As the girl collapsed against the horse, shuddering slightly, the man finally stopped his assault on her buttocks. The camera angle moved around to show her cherry red ass and her soaked thong. Dru clicked off of the site and turned off her computer. More than ever, she was excited and slightly frightened of tonight.

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Title: Stupid Cupid- Mission One by baboonfan Tags: Bunny, Coming Out, Highschool, Love, M/M, Muscles, Rabbit, Teenagers, Violence (Not In Yiff) Eros snapped his fingers again and the crystals stopped moving. The one in front of Jerry began glowing like the sun. "This is your first mission. Your job is to see these two get together. If you succeed, you're a step closer to getting your wings. If not, you know what will happen." Eros said in his deep growling voice. Jerry shivered, remembering the intense pain from only moments ago. He stared questioningly into the golden crystal. "What do I do?" Jerry asked. "To use magic, just think of what you want to happen, and then snap your fingers." Eros explained. Jerry did as he was told, and just as he heard the snap, he felt a tremendous pulling sensation, sucking him into the crystal. . . . . . . . 11 years ago: Ben Bunny was standing in front of Furryville Highschool, nervous, but excited. This was his third highschool in two years. His parents were constantly moving around for better jobs, so he didn't have a chance to make friends, but he finally coaxed a promise out of them that this was their final move. For the next four years he was going to attend Furryville High, make some friends, and enjoy not having to relocate every few months. He began climbing the stone steps of the building, feeling the thrill he always felt on the first day of school, when he saw trouble... xxxx - p.s. when this appears in any story, it means a switch in viewpoints. Nate Rabbit knew damn well he was sexy, and he wasn't ashamed of it. He was the captain of the football team, and had the build to prove it. His muscles were toned to the perfection of a model, and he was easily the most buff guy in town. Usually it was the meat eaters who grew to be muscled, or bovines, whom were born with bulk, but his dedication and numerous hours at the gym had payed off. (Not including his upright ears) he stood at six foot two in his Sophomore year, taller than all the Seniors. Nate had a beautifully cut six pack and abs, thickly muscled legs and arms, and two huge pecs. His eyes were and icy blue, filled with arrogance and anger, and his nose was an adorable pink. His raven black headfur drooped sexily into his eyes. His grey fur was fabulously trimmed all over his body, from his padded footpaws, to the tips of his long perky ears. His chest had a milky white blotch spreading from his neck, across his pecs to right above his waistline. Below the waist was every teenage girl's, heck any woman's wet dream. An oversized circumcised dick lay over two orange sized balls. Flaccid he was 7 inches, but when he became aroused, he cock was a frightening 11 inches. He knew that every girl, herbivore or carnivore, would beg to service his godlike body. He made it a point to fuck the daylights out of all of his teammate's girls, but he knew that none would retaliate because he was so big. All they could do was quietly boil away on the inside, all the while sucking up to the big dawg. He had grown up in a super conservative house with a drill sergeant dad, who always pushed him to become bigger, stronger, better. Because of this he hated sissy fairy gayboys. Nothing gave him more pleasure than messing with queers. The second Nate laid eyes on the new kid he that he was a pussy, with that milky white fur all over his body, and the sprinkling of freckles over his face. The big droopy ears falling into his face and tiny pink nose pegged him as a gay. He signaled his underlings to attention. They knew what to do; they've done it lots of times. They distracted the bunny while Nate circled around him. In a lightning quick motion, he grabbed the new kid's pants and briefs and pulled them down to his ankles. "PANTSED!" Nate shouted to all the kids in the courtyard. The new kid quickly tried to pull his pants up, but Nate kept them pinned down with his superior strength. All the kids near the school now where laughing their heads off at Nate's latest victim. When the new kid tried bending over to wretch the clothes out of Nate's steel grip, he accidently shoved his ass in Nate's face. Nate was momentarily stunned and let go of the clothing, allowing the bunny the chance to pull his pants up. The damage was done though. Nate had just gotten a face full of bunny butt. xxxxx Ben wanted to die. He had never been so embarrassed. He had always been ashamed of his chubby body, but especially his ass. He had a huge bubble butt, which he had inherited from his mother. From the back, he looked like a girl in a rap video. His secret shame had been exposed to the whole school on his first day! He could feel his whole snow white body burn red with embarrassment. Ben felt his eyes fill with tears as he ran up the stairs into the school, all the while being laughed at by the whole student body. He ran into the nearest bathroom and locked himself into a stall. He sat on a toilet seat sobbing for the rest of the day, wondering how things could have gone so wrong on his first day. xxxxx As Nate laid on his bed that night, he only had one thing on his mind, the new kid. The guy had the perfect ass, for a girl. He'd had sex with tons of girls, but none of them had the same booty as the bunny. Then Nate realized he was fantasizing about a guy's butt. He got angry. "Stupid queer." He muttered. "Only a fag had the ass of a chick. Sticking it in my face." He dozed off, determining to make the new kid's life hell. xxxxx 6 years ago: For the past three years, Nate made Ben's life unbearable. He stuffed him in lockers, threw dodge balls at him in gym, slapped his lunch tray out of his hands, and an odd assortment of teasing and bullying. Now Nate was a senior and Ben was a junior. Unfortunately, because of Nate's bullying, Ben had not made any friends. The other students were too scared to come near Ben, fearing they would be subject to Nate's wrath by association. Ben stuck it out. Although he had a terrible time at school, he still didn't want to move away. If he asked his parents to transfer again, they may never settle down. He decided to stay at Furryville and try to ignore Nate. Since freshman year, he had taken up running as a hobby. Thanks to all this exercise, he a lost a lot of weight and was no longer chubby. He had slimmed down to the trim, leanly muscled body of a runner. Unfortunately, no amount of running would get rid of his big butt, and he was still sort of short. Ben did have one class he loved at Furryville high, music class. He could play a great number of instruments very well, and was on the fast track to a music scholarship at Furryville University. Only one more year of high school and his troubles were over. xxxxx If it was even possible, Nate had become even hotter. He had put on about fifty pounds of pure muscle, and had grown to six foot five. He had even gotten a nipple pierced with a tiny gold ring. He was the king of the school, and everyone knew it. Even when he and his posse terrorized the other students, the principle was too scared of this ripped rabbit to get involved. His favorite victim was the pussy, Ben. Nate knew he was a fag the second the second he saw him, with that dumpy body, and those long hangin' ears, and those big, brown eyes.... What the heck was he thinkin'!? Nate shook his head to get rid of the nasty thoughts. He stripped off his gym clothes and strutted to the shower, gloriously naked. He could feel the jealous eyes of the other guys as he twitched his stumpy tail, which made his big cock slap gently on his thighs. It was the last period of the day, so most of the guys had gone home, but Nate always like to stay after class and enjoy a long, hot shower by himself. Except today, he wasn't alone. In the showers, lathering soap into his fur was that homo Ben! Ben saw Nate and his eyes grew wide in terror. Ben speedily finished his shower and ran to his locker. Nate decided that he was gonna have a little fun with the queer. Nate turned off the shower, put on his jock strap, and sauntered over to Ben's locker. Ben was still naked and drippy, and when he saw Nate, he shivered from fear and cold. Nate put on his best pissed-off face. He was going to humiliate the queer, than kick his ass. "I saw you Bunny. I saw you lookin' at my hot bod." Nate ran his hands over his pecs, down his abdominals, stopping just at the spot above his cup. Ben's eyes trailed Nate's fingertips, as he gulped nervously. "N.. No, I wasn't. I..I swear!" Ben implored. "Don't give me that crap! I bet you jack off just thinking about me." Nate sneered. Ben secretly agreed with him. Many lonely nights had been filled with pleasuring himself to the image of Nate. He had long ago accepted his homosexuality, and had revealed himself to his parents, who accepted his whole heartedly. If anyone at school found out, however, his life would become even more unbearable than it was now. Nate now glared at him. "DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!" he pushed Ben onto his knees in front of him. "TOUCH ME!" Nate commanded. Ben hesitantly raised his hands to Nate's pecs. He knew he was in danger, but he couldn't help becoming aroused. He felt his bunny dick begin to stiffen. "GET INTO IT!" Nate shouted. Ben rubbed Nate's chest harder, flicking his thumbs over Nate's nipple, playing with the ring. Despite himself, Nate was becoming VERY hard underneath his cup. If the coach hadn't given him a special cup to accommodate his enormous package, his jock may have snapped from the pressure. Nate didn't know why this felt so good, he wasn't gay. But Ben's hands were now running down Nate's abs, feeling the wonderful ridges, and Nate almost murred his pleasure. He decided to change tactics. "GET ON THE BENCH!" he shouted. Ben fearfully laid facedown on the wooden bench between the lockers. He felt his erection get pushed against his body, and the softness of his fur felt good against his smooth dick. "GET YOUR ASS IN THE AIR!" Ben compliantly lifted his butt up. "MMM, you have a sweet ass. It looks like a girl's ass." Nate bent down to Ben and pulled his cheeks apart. Hidden between the white valleys of fur, lay a tiny pink rosebud of a hole. Perfect. Before he knew what he was doing, Nate bent forward and gave a deep lick. Ben let out a surprised squeak. That sound. That was the sexiest sound Nate had ever heard. None of his girlfriends made that sound. He was hard as steel behind his cup. He needed to hear that again. He gave another lick to the pucker. No sound. He tried again, but he only heard the barest whimper. He looked at Ben's face. Ben had shoved a hand into his mouth to muffle his sounds. Nate yanked Ben's arms back, and gave Ben another lick. Ben let out another defeated squeak. It sounded like a chew toy, but it drove Nate crazy with lust. Yes, this was what he wanted. This was what he had been dreaming of for years. Why hadn't he done this before? Nate let go of Ben's arms, and Ben gave a surprised squeal. Nate now knew what he wanted. He pulled off his jock when he heard voices coming through the locker room door. Some of his teammates must have had a late workout. Quickly Nate donned his shorts and t-shirt and quietly ran out the back door of the locker room. The stunned Ben was left on the cold bench, holding the athletic supporter. A senior monkey saw him first. "Holy shit!" The monkey shrieked. "That fag is humping the bench!" The second linemen, a falcon, chimed in. "He's jackin' to some guy's jock!" "Fuckin' pussy!" a pitbull growled. The footballers pounced on poor Ben, punching him in the stomach and crotch, yanking his ears, and their final act of cruelty was to stomp on his hands, knowing his love of music. Then they left him of the icy floor of the locker room, bleeding and semi conscience until the night janitor discovered him later. Xxxxx Oh my god. That was soooooo good. It was also very close. Nate wasn't the quarterback for nothing. He ran quicker than any guy on the field, and when he had heard the guys entering the locker room, he ran home. When he arrived, he found that no one was home. Immediately he stripped and laid down on the sofa. Nate needed to relieve himself of his load. He stroked his big dick, picturing the image of Ben, naked and wet, squeaking with desire, going mad with pleasure. Only two strokes finished him off. He groaned and thrust up his hips. Instantly a shower of cum shot out of his dick, coating him and the coach with a thick layer of rabbit jizz. Nate sighed with relief and tweaked a nipple. He needed to start cleaning up now. Xxxxx After three days, Ben was still in a slight coma. After the janitor found him, he immediately called 911. At first it was difficult finding the culprits, until one of the girlfriends of the jocks overheard him and his buddy bragging how he put that faggot bunny in the hospital. Ben parents pressed charges on all Ben's tormentors, most of which ended up in juvenile hall. Of course, Nate was named the top tormentor, and his parents were informed of some of the horrible things their son had done the past couple years. They had decided to send Nate to the toughest military training school in the country. They had offered to give him one chance to make things right. Under the strict supervision of an extremely muscled male nurse, he was allowed to visit Ben and make amends. He wrote a letter of apology to Ben and asked the bear if he could please deliver it when Ben woke up. The bear agreed and led him out of the room, into his bleak looking future. xxx Ben woke up two days after Nate's visit. He held Nate's letter carefully in his bandaged hands. The doctor had told him that although he would recover, his fingers would never regain their former dexterity. He would never be able to play an instrument again. With tears in his eyes, he carefully opened the letter. Dear Ben, I'm sorry. I know that I can never undo what I've done to you, but I'm only can hope that you will forgive me one day. I never realized why I picked on you, until now. I'm in love with you, and it took me until now to figure it out. I loved you the first time I saw you on the steps of the school. I will probably never see you again, so you don't need to worry anymore. I hope to see you again someday, when I'm a better man. Hopefully Nate Rabbit will just be a distant bad memory. Love, love, love Nate Ben closed the letter angrily. Why did this have to happen?! He finally found someone who loved him and now he would never see him again. After crying for half an hour, he decided to look at some collage brochures. His heart may be broken, but he still had his dreams. xxxx 4 years ago: Ben had just got out of his music theory class at Furryville University. His professor had droned on and on about Bach's composition, and he just wanted to get to his dorm room and fall asleep. When he arrived at his room, he saw cardboard boxes strewn about. He probably got a new roommate. The guy walked out of the bathroom and gasped. It was Nate! His shiny raven hair had been cut into a buzz cut, and he had put on even more mass, but it was definitely Nate! "Ben..."Nate breathed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. If you want I can change rooms.." he couldn't utter another word, as Ben had launched himself on top of Nate. Ben was desperately clawing at Nate's clothes, yearning to touch him. "Hehe, I missed you too." Nate chuckled. "So you don't hate me?" "'Course not. I love you too! I've been waiting to tell you that for over two years! Now FUCK ME!!" "Happy to oblige." Nate stood up and took off his pants. As Nate took off his shirt, Ben ran his hands through the fur on his stomach. Nate's body was even more defined than before. Muscles bulged and relaxed with every intake of breath. "I'm feeling kinda exposed, being the only one nearly naked." Nate said. "Well, let's fix that." Ben smirked. He stood up stripped. Since high school, he had slimmed down his figure into a very sexy runner's body, his muscles tight and defined. He turned around and exposed his pride and joy. The ass he used to despise now turned heads. It was just as big as before, but now it had become higher and more defined, the perfect bubble butt. Nate stared at the juicy ass, more aroused now than ever before in his life. Ben glanced at Nate over his shoulder, his ears drooping sexily into his eyes. "Aren't you going to sample the goods, or are you just window shopping?" he asked coyly. "Teasing bitch!" Nate growled as he ripped the flimsy silk of his boxers from his body. Instantly, his mondo cock sprung upward and wetly slapped him in the chest. Pre spewed from the cock like a river, dampening the fluffy fur of Nate's stomach. Nate grabbed Ben and pulled him into a tight embrace. He kept Ben's body facing forward, as they shared a passionate kiss over his shoulder. After a few minutes of the tongue fest, Ben panted out, "Please, it's been so long. I need you. NOW!" Nate needed no encouragement. He pulled Ben over to his bed, and had him stand, hands down on the bed with his ass up, his cute furry stub of a tail reaching for the sky. Nate kneeled on the floor, his dick dripping on his knees. He began tonguing Ben's rosebud, making Ben squeal with pleasure. Then the noise stopped. Nate looked up in alarm. Why did it stop?! Then he saw that Ben had stuffed a fist in his mouth. "Why are you doing that?! I love the noise you make. Don't stop." He yanked the fist out of Ben's mouth. Then he bent his knees slightly and rammed his dick up Ben's bunnyhole. Ben lurched forward and gasped. He suddenly felt so full. "Stop. I don't want to make that sound. It's so embarrassing." Ben moaned as Nate thrust forward. Nate gave one more deep lunge, and Ben let out a very high pitched SQUEAK! "Oh, that was wonderful baby. Can you do it again? Can you? Please?" Nate begged. He punctuated each question with a powerful thrust. Each of his motions was reciprocated with a loud squeak from Ben. Finally, they both reached their peak. At the final moment, Nate grabbed Ben's chin, turned his around and kissed him. They both gushed torrents of cum out of their dicks onto the bedspread, moaning into each other's mouths. Afterwards, they lay spent in each other's arms exhausted and happy. In the office of admissions, a hugely muscled bear smiled as he gazed into a crystal. xxxx 5 minutes ago. Ben raised his conductor's wand to direct the woodwind section to play more softly. A raccoon girl whispered excitedly to her gal pal next to her. "GOD, he is so HOT!" "I know, did you see his ASS?!" her lizard friend said. "And I LOVE his eyes." A marmoset student walked into the music room of Furryville High. "You got a note from Mr. Rabbit sir." "Oh, really?" Ben said with pretend disinterest. He glanced quickly at the note and smiled. "Be back in a few kids. Coach Rabbit needs something real quick. Just keep practicing your finger exercises." He quickly walked out the door to the teacher's lounge. Sitting in a padded chair with his legs propped up on the table was the sexiest rabbit in the world. He pushed the baseball cap out of his eyes and grinned. He stood up and stretched, the muscles under his shirt threatening to rip his shirt. "Hey, babe. Care for a quicky?" Nate asked with a grin. "You know it stud." Ben answered, locking the door. 1 minute ago. Mr. Tiger was talking to the janitor, Mr. Bear outside the locked door of the teacher's lounge. "What's the problem Jerry?" Mr. Tiger asked. The big hunky bear grinned. "Got a problem with the plumbing. Keeps making a weird noise. Don't know why." Inside the lounge, the muscular coach was pounding the hell out of the music teacher's ass while he made a squeaking sound reminiscent of a possessed dog toy. The panting studs were blissfully unaware of the danger they were in as they expressed their love in the most beautiful way possible. Jerry grinned after Mr. Tiger left. He cupped a hand over his ear to better hear the sounds of love coming from inside. "Mission accomplished." Then he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

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Title: Leo and Tigress Chapter 2 Tigress by Gez Tags: Battle, Love "Leo?" Tigress said. "You broke my enemy lines!" she yowled. "T-Tigress!" He said with mixed emotions and hugged her tightly. "I thought they killed you!" He says. holding her tighter. "Leo...Leo...breathing is needed." He let her go. "Sorry." He said rubbing his head. "Sir! We need to retreat!" Leo second in command shouted up to him. Leo looked to Tigress. "Until we met again?" he said jumping off of the balcony with her helmet still in his hands. Leo lands on his feet and looks up to her and runs off with his men. Tigress stands there and blushes as she holds Leo's helmet. Tigress turned the helmet over in her hands. "General?" Claw asked. "Did you at least injure him?" He asked roughly. "No." She said. "He pushed me off before I could do any damage after I took his helmet off." She answered. Claw gave her a questioning look. "You wanna say something else commander?" Tigress hissed. "Father!" Tigress said pushing both doors open while walking through. He looked up to see his Daughter in full armor. "Yes, Tigress?" He asked. "I'm going on a Spy mission." She said looking him dead in the eye. "We-Well where?" He asked to shocked to notice Claw coming up behind her. "In King BiFord's territory. I'm leaving to night." She said, turned and ran straight into Claw. "Lion's territory? That's a risky move for you isn't it? And a dangerous on you Sire. Letting your only daughter go onto Lion's territory without any one to watch her." Claw smirked at Tigress. Without turning to her father she said: "Father. I can take care of myself." And walked back out. "Claw...I need you to go with her. For my sake." Claw nodded his head and left. He walked to his room and started to put his armor on, but Tigress was already on her way to see Leo.

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Title: 26 Stoneybrook Lane Tags: brother-sister incest, group, oral, masturbation, voyeurism *Prologue: I wrote this several years back. I am beginning to write again but still cannot get myself to finish "Of Sisters and Brothers". This particular story takes time in developing so for those challenged by the constraints of time and the urgency of their prurient needs you'd be better off trying something else ... this one's not for you!* \*\*\*\*\* The News: It was the summer of 2007 and I had just moved to New York, working as a Research Analyst for a large Brokerage firm on Wall Street, when I received a call from my Mom telling me that Eddy Noam, a kid I'd grown up with had been killed in Iraq. Eddy and I had been friends, well maybe more than just friends ... we had been good friends until careers and distances had tempered the bonds of our friendship. I had heard that he had shipped out to Iraq as a member of the First Brigade with the 10th Mountain Division and was in the dangerous southern region of Al Basrah. There is always the potential risk of death that accompanies assignments like these but our cerebral mechanism precludes us from focusing on worst case scenarios and I was pretty certain we'd share a beer and some laughs when he returned. So, the news of his death came as a shock to me. For a moment everything around me seemed to slow down. I felt my eyes defocusing, my mind racing and the bustle of the office taking place in slow motion - it was surreal. Eddy had volunteered; he didn't have to go to that godforsaken place but he wanted to do his share. He had been a doctor and now he was dead? Damn! I couldn't wrap my mind around that ... what a bloody waste! Growing up Eddy and his sisters, Marybeth and Sandra, had played a major role in my life and my mind suddenly flooded with memories, a Pandora's Box of steamy incidents which I had kept securely locked away only to be accessed when I was alone. I found my thoughts wandering back to Stoneybrook Lane and the little town in the Great Plains bordering Canada ... a 'nowhere' place like every other small town in the US. I spent the next few days trying to shake the images of Eddy and his sisters from invading my thoughts but wasn't having much success. I was being chased by pink elephants and blue mice ... they were everywhere. I was even dreaming about them - of pretty, blue-eyed Beth in her rainbow colored, cotton dress and Sandra; sexy, seductive Sandra, who had been the central figure in my juvenile wet dreams. I was stuck in a funk like some old forty five with a deep scratch playing the lines of the same song over and over. It was driving me nuts and I finally decided to do something about this. I had to get some sort of closure or run the risk of getting fired. I took a couple of days off and headed out. It took me the better part of the day to get there and after a long drive from the airport I finally pulled up in front of the old house and got out of the rental. I stretched my legs and looked around and though the house hadn't changed a lot, there was an unmistakable air of rural decay. I looked across at 26 Stoneybrook Lane, the house which the Noams had called their home. The paint on the White Picket Fence was peeling and the once manicured lawn was un-kept and overrun with weeds. I scanned the neighboring houses and they were all in various stages of disrepair; a picture of decrepit gloom. This was what was left of the stomping grounds where Eddy and I had run the gauntlet to manhood. I crossed the street and walked up the short, flagstone walkway and knocked on the door. The Star of David carved into its veneer was chipped and faded in places but was still quite visible. Mr. Noam was a Jew and though Mrs. Noam was Swedish, they were of Jewish faith. We had had our share of anti-Semites in the neighborhood and it hadn't been easy for Eddy or his sisters. I knocked again and the door opened to a small crack and behind it was an old, white haired lady. "Yes ...?" she asked her face etched with suspicion. "Hi" I said, offering her a friendly smile, "I'm sorry to bother you, Ma'am ... I'm Jason Tabor and I grew up across the street." I turned and pointed to the small Ranch style house which had been home many years ago. She looked unsure and watched me carefully trying to figure out what I was doing there. "I used to know the family that lived here, Mr. and Mrs. Noam. Eddy, their son, was my best friend," I paused then continued, "he was killed last week in Iraq and I wanted to come back here, I'm not sure why but I'm hoping that coming back will help me put Eddy to rest ..." my voice trailed off. I could see her going through the cognitive process, trying to make a quick decision about me but she still seemed unsure. I didn't expect her to understand, hers was an older generation and now ... now, the times were so different. I needed to reassure her; I hadn't come all the way here just to turn and walk away. "Here, Ma'am, take a look at this." I said quickly. I had anticipated some skepticism and had come prepared. I pulled out the pictures I had with me and pushed them through the opening towards her. There were photographs of all of us as kids playing in the yard and though it was years ago, I was sure she would recognize the house. "These are pictures of us; Eddy and me and his sister Beth and that one is Sandra, the elder sister," I added as she took them from me. She studied them for a while and then opened the door and smiled broadly, reminding me of my grandmother. "Come in, please come in ... you can never be too sure these days." She said, then turning she called out, "Peter? Peter, we have company." She led me to the living room and asked, "What did you say your name was again?" "Jason" I paused and then repeated "Jason Tabor ... we lived at 23 Stoneybrook. My dad was Michael Tabor and my Mom was Ann. You didn't know them by any chance, did you?" "No, I'm afraid we didn't know too many people here," she said and then added, "I'm Martha and that's my husband, Peter." It didn't surprise me that they didn't know my parents, we had moved out a lot earlier than Eddy's family. However, they had known the Noams and had liked them - in fact, they had met Beth who was at home when the house was sold to them. "Do you want some coffee, Jason?" she asked. "Yes, please, if it's not too much trouble, ma'am." I answered. "Call me Martha or Mrs. Jacobs but I prefer Martha!" she added before disappearing into the kitchen. They were curious and saddened about Eddy and we sat talking for a while reminiscing about the 'good old days'. In the background I could hear the faint strains of Beethoven or Bach, it was something classical and soothing - I couldn't be sure. I was a hardcore Rocker and rarely listened to anything else. I could sense that they were warming up to me over the cup of much appreciated coffee and the homemade apple cake. The coffee hit the spot and I felt rejuvenated and wanted to get on with what I had come here to do. "Do you mind if I looked around and went up into the attic?" I asked and then added, "I won't touch anything. As kids, Eddy and I spent a lot of time there." They looked at each other and then the old man shrugged and said, "Sure, make yourself at home. No one has been up there in a while, in fact, I don't think we have ever been to the storage room." "Let us know if you need anything and don't get your clothes dirty!" she added pointing to the stairway and then picked up the cups and headed for the kitchen. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Memory Lane The old man was right - it was pretty evident that no one had been up here in ages. There was the musty smell of mold and the room was covered in layers of dust. I turned on the light and walked over to the wall where Eddy had cut out the peepholes years ago and was surprised to find that they were still there. In fact, most of the room was exactly as I remembered it - the big wooden chest that Eddy and I used to sit on, the stacks of Time, Newsweek and Good Housekeeping magazines, plastic bags jammed full of clothing and bundles of old newspaper neatly tied together. No one from Eddy's family had bothered coming up here when they had moved out. They had left in a hurry so I understood how this place might have been overlooked. I peered into the other side through the peephole almost expecting to see Sandra on her bed, stretched out languidly like some wild, golden cat, putting on a show for us. I recalled the very first time we saw her masturbating ... she was lying on her back with her fingers buried inside her swollen twat, her legs were spread wide with one knee raised while she squeezed and pulled on her pointed nipples. Her head was hanging over the edge of the bed with her flaxen hair cascading thickly to the floor - I will never forget her expression as she stared back at the eyes glimmering voyeuristically through the holes in the wall. I had no idea what she was doing except that it was hypersexual and incredibly exciting and my cock was harder than I ever remembered it being. It was our coming of age; the summer of 1995, the summer of Sandra and Beth Noam. The large attic had been divided into two rooms. On one side was Sandra's bedroom and the other was used as a storage space. It was here that Eddy and I spent our weekends spying on his sister. Sandra was three years older than Eddy and was a gorgeous girl. She was on the cheerleading team and to us she was as beautiful as any centerfold Playmate or Penthouse Pet. In many ways it was Sandra who opened that mysterious door to our sexual awakening; our transformation from boys to men and the loss of innocence during that fateful summer. A while back, Eddy had discovered his father's secret collection of Penthouse magazines and when his parents were out, we would sneak them into the attic where we read the letters and ogled the beautiful nudes. Since he was a bit older than me he had taken point on the road to our sexual enlightenment and as part of this game, each of us had had to pick a letter from the Forum to read out loud. I noticed that Eddy always selected letters which involved incest, especially between brothers and sisters. I would listen with curious attention, strangely titillated by the notion of sibling sex. I was an only child and though I found the topic to be slightly disconcerting I was also intrigued and excited by it. "Have you done anything with Sandra?" I asked, after one particularly steamy letter about a girl who had seduced her younger brother. "No ... well, not really. I've jacked off into her panties!" he replied, unashamed of his interest in his sister. "No way! You're kidding! Her panties ...? How?" I stuttered. "Mom still does Sandy's laundry. It's easy ... after I'm done I just throw them back into the wash!" he sounded proud and like it was nothing, like that's what brothers did with their sister's panties ... just a normal thing! "And, how about Beth? You two do anything?" I persisted. He hesitated then looked away before answering, "No, I've thought about it but Mom's always home. Hey, I did watch her undress ..." At least he was honest and I wondered what Beth would look like without her clothes. She was very pretty with big blue eyes and full, sensual lips. "Who would you like to fuck, Sandra or Beth?" he countered which caught me off guard. I hesitated and then stammered, "Beth, I think." Then unsure of what he wanted to hear, I added, "Wait, maybe Sandra ... no, um ... it would have to be Beth. Hey, they are both beautiful and any man would want to do them both!" He looked at me with a strange expression and then laughed, "Yeah, you're right but how would you know, you're not a man!" he added and we laughed some more. I felt uncomfortable talking to him about my fantasies involving his sisters and let the conversation die. It was a week later, during our Penthouse ogling ritual that we heard the rustling sounds of tangled feet accompanied by soft laughter wafting from Sandra's bedroom sending us dashing to our respective peepholes. What I saw has remained indelibly imprinted on my brain. Sandra was on her knees pulling down the jeans of a good looking young man. He had the look of a fifties Rocker, like a modern day James Dean in 'Rebel Without a Cause'. He was obviously Mediterranean, Italian or Greek, hairy and very muscular with thick, wavy black hair and bright blue eyes which contrasted starkly with his tanned skin. But it was his penis that was remarkable - it was short, about four inches long, and very thick with a tip which was shaped like a huge acorn flaring prominently out at the ridge. The root of his shaft sat on top of an enormous set of balls, the biggest I had seen, and when she began stroking him, the bloated dome resembled a red, puffed out, angry toad. He had his eyes scrunched tightly shut with his head thrown back and had grabbed a handful of Sandra's hair pulling her roughly into his crotch. "Suck it, bitch, suck it hard," he commanded harshly. "Mmmm ..." she murmured, moving submissively towards the throbbing, one-eyed monster. She held the shaft guiding him towards her mouth and could barely get her fingers around its thickly veined girth. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue snaked out licking the tip of the engorged head while looking up at the man's face. "Suck it up baby, take it all ... now ..." he whispered lewdly, his hips thrusting towards her. Her mouth looked disproportionately small compared to the circumferential thickness of the pulsing, crimson tool and I was amazed by what she did next - she opened her mouth wide and very slowly forced her mouth down onto his cock until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Then she eased herself back up to the tip, all the while sucking him as hard as she could, her cheeks caving in with the effort, until finally letting the head slip out of her mouth with a loud, wet slurping pop before repeating the process over again. Amazingly as she kept doing this, his tumescent cockhead kept swelling, getting ruddier and bigger. Her lips were stretched grotesquely but that didn't seem deter her enthusiasm while she licked and sucked the lucky bastard to the brink of carnal oblivion. Now, both Eddy and I knew what a blowjob was but to see it performed in front of us in real life was too much for a couple of horny, teenagers. My hand went down to my cock and I rubbed myself through my jeans hypnotized by her sexy mouth stretching obscenely over the slimy, bloated head. She seemed to be enjoying the tantalizingly slow pace; her head bobbing deliberately making slurping sounds and whimpering gratefully while her fingers played with his balls and ran over the muscles of his abdomen. At one point she held the root of his throbbing stem and sucked on just the head while her other hand disappeared into her panties. I could see the outline of her fingers as she toyed with herself rubbing her clit vigorously. I was losing control as my cock throbbed painfully in my trousers. I released my erection and turning away from Eddy I began to shag myself. I needn't have bothered; Eddy was too engrossed in his sister's oral skills to notice what I was doing - he was busy wanking away, pulling fervently on his slender pud. It didn't take long for us to reach the threshold of our orgasms and in quick succession we both blew our loads, grunting softly as we doused the attic wall with our sperm. I saw Sandra looking up at the peepholes, her eyes glittering brightly, while she worked diligently on the ravaged choad. Soon after that she made him cum pulling her mouth off his cock while she continued to stroke the angry head, her slender fingers working the slimy, flared dome while she ran her palm expertly over and around the tip. She must have known exactly what she was doing because as she rubbed the coronal ridge of his agitated glans, he jerked, his body racked by uncoordinated spasms. "Ohh, fuck, suck the head, baby, suck it, suck it... ohhhh, fuck ..." But she didn't, instead she moved her head slightly to the side so we could get a good look and glancing up at the peepholes, she smiled. Then opening her mouth she stuck out her tongue and touched the underside of his cock. The touch was all it took; he grunted and moved back and began stroking his own cock aiming it at her mouth while hissing obscenities. Then he grabbed Sandra's head as his cock distended like blowfish and erupted. "Oh, here it comes, baby, suck it all up ... suck it ... ohhhhh ..." The first sticky rope of cum shot out like a missile, arcing in the air, splattering on her face just to the side of her mouth trailing down in a viscous stream of white lava and dribbling onto her chin. It was amazing. "Give it to me, baby; give it all to me! I'll suck you dry, mmmm ..." she said reaching up and using both her hands to pump his shaft while looking up at him. It was quite a sight; the guy was doubled over, his cock pumping again and again as ropes of viscous ejaculate shot out from the enraged tip raining thickly over her face and body. It seemed like he would never stop cumming but as he began softening, she leaned forward and sucked his cock back into her mouth, slowly draining the remnants of his juices and with an exaggerated flourish, she swirled her tongue around the shriveling head before taking him deep into her mouth again. She kept sucking him and incredibly I noticed his cock beginning to grow, stretching her mouth until she stood up and lay back on the bed. "My turn, baby! Knock yourself out," she said smiling lewdly as she spread her legs, her neatly trimmed patch pointing to her cunt like a landing strip. My eyes were locked on her silvery, wet slit; swollen and puffy, spreading like the petals of a rose as he knelt between her legs. My cock had regained its vigor and I began stroking it when we heard the front door open and Eddy's mother calling out, "Eddy? Eddy? Are you home? Marybeth? Is anyone home?" "I'm coming, Mom," Eddy called back. I saw Sandra and the man look up towards the partition and the peepholes but neither one moved. We quickly wiped the wall clean with tissue paper then sticking the magazines behind a loose plank in the wall, we headed down the stairwell. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Oh, Little Sister One afternoon a few weeks later, Eddy and I were in the backyard tossing the football around when we saw Sandra with her latest boyfriend. She stopped and waved to us before they headed for her room. There was a wooden stairwell which led up to the attic from the back and this gave Sandra a private entrance without having to go through the house. We looked at each other and smiled. "Showtime!" Eddy said and made a mad dash into the house. As we scrambled up the stairs we had to pass the landing on the first floor where Eddy and Beth had their bedrooms and just as we reached the door to the attic, we heard a soft voice asking, "What are you doing?" It was Beth, her big blue eyes wide with curiosity. She was a couple of years younger than us and was filling out nicely. I could see her boobs pushing out against the thin cotton of her dress. I was about to say something catchy when Eddy interjected, "Nothing, Beth, nothing you would be interested in!" And without waiting for an answer he slipped into the storage room. I hesitated then smiled at her before following him and shutting the door behind me. "Come on!" he whispered, "The show's about to start." We took our places by the peepholes and looked into Sandra's bedroom waiting in anticipation for the action to begin. I recognized her new beau; Adam Hollinger, a senior and popular kid who was on the football team. This was going to be interesting. At first, they sat on the bed just chatting and we could sense that he was nervous and unsure. It was funny because he was trying to act cool but Sandra, on the other hand, was like a predacious spider, a Black Widow, spinning her web ready to pounce on her mate. The poor guy didn't have a chance. After the initial banter, she moved over to him and pushed him back onto the pillows then swooping down she kissed him. After a few long, noisy kisses the seduction followed the set pattern she had developed with all her dates. She began fumbling with his belt and very soon she had his cock in her hands pumping him slowly. It seemed like she was in a trance, hypnotized by the throbbing male organ, licking her lips salaciously in anticipation while she gently stroked the rigid member. At this point, the relationship was exclusively with the man's cock - Adam needn't have even been there. He was trying to fondle her breasts but his inexperience had him fumbling and at one point she pulled back and undid the buttons of her white cotton blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and her tits spilled out like large, golden melons gleaming in the early afternoon light. Her areolae were dark brown and her nipples were hard and pointed. He leaned forward to try and suckle her but she was having none of it; she just moved back and pushed him down onto the mattress then without further delay she licked the tip of his long, thin stem and then sucked him into her mouth. We were already stroking our cocks in time to her bobbing head, watching her fingers riding the base of his root jerking him off into her hungry mouth. Her cheeks would hollow inwards and we could see her swallowing the pre-ejaculatory juices she was drawing out from him. "Oh, God! Sandy ... Oh, fuck ... don't stop," Adam sighed, his eyes were shut and he was holding the back of Sandra's head rocking his hips as she fellated him. We were so caught up in the action that we didn't hear the door open but the next thing I saw was Beth standing next to Eddy. She was wearing a short, cotton smock with rainbow colored patterns on it. The front was slit open on top revealing glimpses of her breasts covered by her bra. I noticed that she had put on makeup with a little too much lipstick and that was strange because a few minutes earlier, she didn't have any on. But she still looked divine. "What are you doing?" she asked her tone both curious and accusatory. Our reactions would have been funny if it hadn't been so embarrassingly frightening. I was trying to stuff my hard-on back into my jeans but Eddy ... well he had turned towards his sister either intentionally or out of shock. Looking back, I am sure it was intentional but at the time that this occurred, I remember thinking he must be suffering from temporary insanity. His fingers were wrapped around his throbbing member and he continued to stroke his cock deliberately almost as though he hadn't been interrupted. The head of his penis was purple and bloated, pulsing salaciously in his hand. For a while, Beth stood there looking at her brother, her lips parted and her gaze shifting from his face to his cock and back to his face until the unmistakable sounds of sex permeated the deafening silence. "Yes, yes, fuck me harder you bastard, harder ...oh, God ..." Sandra's unmistakable moans disrupted Beth's attention. She stepped around Eddy and leaning forward a bit she looked into the adjacent room. Her expression said it all - it was a look of sheer amazement laced with the immediate gleam of lust which characterized that peculiar hormonal ability exclusive to teens. "Oh, wow!" she whispered almost to herself as her cheeks flushed red with excitement. She was glued to the peephole unable to take her eyes off of the frenzied action in the adjacent room. After a few moments, I saw her squeezing her thighs together tightly and then releasing it, squeezing it together and releasing it while pressing her crotch against the wall. I didn't realize then that she was attempting to stimulate the tingling sensations between her legs but just the sight of her being in the room with us and watching her sister get fucked added to the considerable tension of the moment. I peered back through the peephole to see Sandra riding Adam's cock, her large breasts bouncing and jiggling to the cadence of her strokes. He was on his back driving up at her and it became obvious that he was getting close. He began thrusting faster, his motions uncoordinated and frantic as his face scrunched up in lewd contortions. He had grabbed a hold of her waist and was pulling her into him grunting like a wild man but just as he was about to climax, Sandra slid off his cock, slithering down his body like some omnivorous viper. Her timing was immaculate - his cock bounced weirdly off of his abdomen and just as she grabbed it, he uncorked his first jet of cum. It flew almost horizontally in a straight line and landed on his solar plexus before Sandra covered the bloated cockhead with her mouth sucking and swallowing as he continued to ejaculate. But even as she did this, she had pushed her hair away to the other side of her face so that we could get an unencumbered view of her oral artistry. I heard a rustling sound and turned towards it. "Oh my! Wow ... oh!" was all Beth could say, her fingers pressing into her crotch, hips grinding against the wall. Eddy had come up behind her and had pushed his sister's dress up above her cute, round ass and was trying to pull down her panties when she whirled and slapped his hands away from her. She wiggled her hips as she pulled her panties back up again. "Stop that! What are you doing?" she asked but she was smiling and didn't seem angry. Eddy's cock was still throbbing and bouncing in front of him. "Not fair, Beth, you have to show us yours if you want to stay. Those are the rules," he said. She was still staring at his cock and then guided by some feminine reflex, her tongue darted out wetting her lips. I knew then she wasn't going to leave. She looked over at me and then back at Eddy. "Can I touch it?" she whispered. He just nodded taking a step towards her. I remained in the shadows, my heart thudding loudly in my head and my mouth as dry as I could remember it being. I recalled thinking, "She's not going to do this! She can't, she's his sister!" But she did. Damn! This was like one of those Penthouse stories! She reached out and tentatively held his cock in her fingers. When his penis lurched in response, she quickly withdrew her hand. "Oh, sorry! I'm sorry, Eddy, did I hurt your muscle?" she asked softly. "No!" he replied and grabbing her hand he placed it back on his hard-on and added, "That just means it likes what you are doing." "Mmmm, it feels so hot and ... um, so hot and so hard!" she answered as she rubbed her fingers over the red, silky smooth helmet. Her grip around her brother's cock was tight and awkward as she continued to stroke him, "It feels nice. Am I doing it right?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Here let me show you; do it like this." He replied taking her hand in his and jacking his shaft - up and down, up and down. It was the about most exciting thing I had seen. I could see the clear drops of precum oozing from the tip as Eddy guided her fingers over the distended head. I couldn't believe I was watching Beth shag her brother and the effect it was having on me. Eddy was unbuttoning her top and this time there was no resistance. Beth seemed preoccupied with the hard, fleshy rod pulsing in her hand, stroking it gently until she had to let go to step out from her dress. She was in her panties and bra and looked as lovely as a girl can when I finally came out towards them drawn like the proverbial moth to a flame. "Come here, Jason, let me see ... let me see your cock." Beth said breathlessly and looking straight into my eyes. She had taken control of our erotic charade and that was a first for us - until this had happened we just tolerated her. She was holding my cock in her hand and I was almost ready to blow; the feeling was more exquisite than anything I had expected. My cock jumped as she began stroking it and a large drop or clear, sticky juice seeped onto her fingers ... man, this sure beat the heck out of jacking off! "God! Yours is so big," she whispered her eyes wide and bright as she slowly pulled the foreskin back. The plum shaped dome popped through the prepuce like the game, Whack the Monster, surprising her and making her giggle. Unlike Eddy, I wasn't circumcised and seeing the glans exposed from its protective sheath was certainly different. I wasn't really that big it was just that Eddy had a small cock and that was all she had to compare it to. We stripped her naked and I noticed the swelling of the outer lips of her vagina. She had soft, almost downy, pubic hair like a sparse golden muff. I ran my finger along her slit and felt the sticky, viscous wetness, almost like soapy water, while her body pressed up against me. I remembered Eddy telling me about a woman's clit and how it was like a female penis ... it is strange how these things crop up in your mind just when you needed them most. I began rubbing her clit making small circles with my fingers like I had seen Sandra doing to herself and felt Beth tremble. I was enjoying my newfound skills and wanted to explore more of her virgin territory so bending lower, I slowly pushed a finger into her. I was fascinated by her venal flower, the inner petals, the pinkness of her and the alluring aroma which was like an aphrodisiac. She was wet; so wet that my finger slipped in easily. "Ohhh!" she gasped with a deep intake of her breath and her hand snaked down to cover mine securing me in place. Then I felt her hips undulating, fucking the invading digit inside her slit. Eddy watched us for a while and then taking his sister's arm, he led her towards the large oak chest causing my finger to slip out of his sister's pussy. "No! No, please ... don't stop!" she whimpered holding onto my arm. "It's okay Beth, I'll do it again, just lie down." I said taking her by her other arm and holding her by her waist. She felt so warm and soft, I didn't want to let go of her. Beth hesitated and then did as she was told. She lay down on her back with her legs dangling off the edge at the knees. She gave us a nervous smile, drawing her thighs together and then closed her eyes. She looked really sexy and vulnerable - there was a part of my mind screaming out that this was my first time and I should enjoy this experience; every moment of this incredible encounter with this beautiful creature. But I also knew that I was sharing my special moment with Eddy. And as selfish as this may sound, I hadn't considered Beth or what she might be feeling. I was too preoccupied with the wonderful sense of anticipation and what I wanted from her. Ever since I had watched Sandra fellate the James Dean lookalike, I had wanted to have my cock sucked. So I moved quickly over to Beth's face and pushed my cock against her lips. At first, she kept her mouth shut while the tip of my cock spread the slick precum along her lips. I could see the lipstick smearing and then suddenly, she opened up and sucked me into the wet, hot sanctuary of her mouth. I felt her pallet graze the sensitive ridge of my cockhead making me twitch as she pressed the underside upwards with her tongue. "Oh God, suck me baby, use your tongue ..." I said to her holding her by her hair, shocked at the sound of my own lewd verbalization. I watched as her lips stretched over the turgid head and her tongue began swirling around the ridge of my Glans. It was sheer bliss. And while I fucked her face, she was having her cunt licked out by her brother. He was lapping it like a kitten at a saucer of milk. I knew I couldn't last and all too quickly, I felt my cock flex and jump and then I climaxed pumping my sperm down her throat. I just closed my eyes and let her suck away and was surprised that she didn't gag or stop. I kept on cumming and she kept sucking and swallowing, holding onto my stem while draining me of my juices. I had never cum as much and considering that mine was the first cock she had sucked, it was amazing that she drank it all except for the tiny trickle which had leaked out and had run down the side of her mouth onto her chin. I guess giving head ran in the family. She looked seductively sexy writhing to the stimulation of her brother's tongue her face stained by the remnants of my cum and when I finally looked over at Eddy he was still licking his sister, pushing his fingers in and out of her swollen quim. He kept licking until she climaxed - it wasn't as spectacular as Sandra's orgasms but her hips undulated slightly and her back arched towards him as she pulled his head into her cunt rolling her hips about so that his face was covered with her pussy juices. "Oh, God! Don't stop ... oh, yes, Eddy, please ... don't stop, please," she kept murmuring over and over. And when she finally stopped thrashing and jerking, she held onto my hands which had been massaging her breasts, kneading and pinching her nipples. Her face was flushed and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat but she looked so susceptibly lovely and content. I was certain that Eddy was going to want her to do something more but he didn't - he stood up, pulled on his jeans and walked out of the attic leaving me alone with Beth. I didn't understand it and neither did Beth. She looked upset and frightened and I felt badly for her so I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. A soft gentle kiss but as soon as I did this, she opened her mouth and I felt the softness of her lips and her tongue snaking hesitantly into my mouth. I liked the feel of her and kissed her back, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. We necked for a while until she pulled away and stood up. "You're nice, Jason, really nice." She said and tiptoeing up, she kissed me again. I helped her get dressed and we walked down the stairs to the living room. I wasn't sure where Eddy had gone but suddenly I felt strangely uncomfortable. We had grown up together playing children's games and now that we had been intimate, our innocence had been breached. It's difficult to explain but I was filled with conflicting emotions and though I felt closer to her, I needed to get away from her ... it was strange. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and headed for the door and when I looked back, she was standing there staring at me with those huge blue eyes. I should have stayed with her but I didn't, I just left and after all these years, I still feel like a jerk for not being more sensitive. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the old man walk up the stairs to the landing even though the door was open but his gnarly, deep voice jarred me out of my sordid reverie. "Hey? Hey Jason, are you staying for dinner? The Missus needs to know!" Peter said as I gathered my wits about me. "Thanks, Peter, but you've been very kind. I don't want to impose. I'll leave and come back tomorrow." I replied stepping out so he could see me. "You are not imposing and we could use the company. I'm sure she won't mind!" he said and turning slowly, he began descending down the stairwell. He stopped and looking up, "Did you find anything interesting?" he asked. "Just memories!" I replied smiling ruefully, "but worth more to me than anything!" "Good," he added and then continued down the steps. I could hear him call out to his wife: "He's staying and he looks hungry!" Over dinner we talked sports and politics, a lot more sports than politics. The Yankees were the old man's favorite team and we shared a fondness for the old Yankee greats. We discussed Mantle, Maris, DiMaggio, Munson and some others while Martha fussed over us. We had an animated discussion about some of the greatest players to play the game, especially Willie Mays who was my Dad's favorite, and before dinner was over we were the best of friends. It was getting late so I got up to leave; I needed to find a hotel and I didn't want to overstay my welcome. "Is there a hotel close by?" I asked. "There are a few in town but the one on Main Street is nice. It's a small Inn run by an English couple." Peter suggested. "Why don't you just stay here for the night? We have plenty of room!" Martha asked. "I couldn't do that. I don't want to put you out. You've been more than kind and I'll be back in the morning. I want to go over to the old school and check it out." I said. But they were having none of it and insisted that I stay. "Don't be silly, Jason, it's late and you can stay here. It had been a long time since we have had someone stay over." She said and the old man agreed. So I gave in and as luck would have it, I got Beth's old room. I took a shower and turned on my laptop attempting to get some work done but I was too tired and as I lay back on the bed my mind flooded with memories - Beth, innocent beautiful Marybeth and the sensuously, complicated Sandra. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Fantasy Babe Beth and I had continued our relationship without Eddy. It was not like we were officially dating but we spent a lot of time together exploring each other's bodies. We used her bedroom or mine whenever our parents were out but occasionally we would make love in the attic - we did this only when Eddy was away participating with the debating or quiz teams. Once while we were fucking like rabbits in heat, I sensed someone watching us; it was Sandra and I could see her eyes shining through the peepholes. The tables had now turned and we had come full circle. I don't think Beth knew that we were being watched but I remember feeling an exhibitionistic thrill knowing that Sandra was sharing in our pleasure. My relationship with Beth didn't stop Eddy and me from spying on Sandra - that was still a part of our weekly routine. We'd watch Sandra do her thing until she changed colleges. Strangely enough we never discussed Beth or my relationship with her and Eddy never joined us again. Then a year later several incidents changed our lives for good. Eddy and I began spending more time apart. He was into academia and I was not. I was really into sports. I had hit a growth spurt and now towered over him. I was six foot two in my socks and weighed close to two hundred pounds. I was the co-captain of our high school football team, a member of the wrestling team and also heavily into martial arts. My father was an Ex-Marine and had started me off when I was just a kid but as I grew older I joined a Dojo run by a retired Special Forces vet. He taught us stuff that only Brazilian Jiu Jitsu experts knew. This was in the mid 90s before the popularity of the UFC when Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and mixed martial arts were part of an underground movement in the US. It was Summer Break and Sandra was back from her college on the East Coast. She was now supposedly 'going steady' with one of her college friends but that didn't seem to affect her social life at home. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered having inherited her mother's paedomorphic beauty peculiar to Nordic women. One evening while Eddy and I were chatting at the front gate, Sandra walked up looking as dazzling as ever but I could smell the alcohol on her and she was definitely a little tipsy. There was something that was not quite right between Sandra and her parents and I had no idea what that was. This was a family issue and neither Eddy nor Beth had ever brought it up. "My, my, Jason! You've certainly grown!" she said smiling seductively. I still felt like a kid when I was around her and recall blushing but she placed a reassuring hand on my arm and continued, "I hear you're the Captain of the football team now!" "Co-captain," I corrected her. "Whatever. The girls must be all over you!" she said, her compliment making me both happy and uncomfortable. I had no idea what to say so I just stood there dumbfounded like some brainless jock staring into her face. She laughed and squeezed my arm. "Wait, don't tell me you are still fucking Beth!" she was looking right into my eyes and let out a throaty laugh and leaned towards me, stumbling a bit, her tits pressing against my side. I got a strong whiff of the brandy on her breath. My father liked a shot of cognac every now and then so I knew what it smelled like. "Sandy, you're drunk! Cut it out," Eddy interjected, trying to intervene. "Come on, we don't have any secrets do we? After all that we've been through together!" She stressed the 'all' and was now looking at Eddy, "Tell him, Eddy, tell your friend about our happy family." And then added, "Or maybe I will!" Just then a car pulled up and she gave me a parting hug, clinging to me a bit longer than she needed to. "Come and see me," she whispered in my ear and then she was gone. I watched the taillights of the car fading down the road with my cock throbbing uncomfortably, excited by the pressure of her thighs against me. I was trying to place the man who was driving when Eddy said, "Don't say anything to Beth." I looked at him and in the fading light his face was intense and pale, "Please, JT, don't say anything! I'll explain some other time." He was the only one who called me by my initials. "There's nothing to say and you don't have to explain. Don't worry," I replied then added, "It's getting late, you take care and I'll catch you later." I walked away, my mind racing with thoughts about Sandra. There was a lot more to her story than meets the eye and I was really curious to know exactly what she had meant about the 'happy family'. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Alpha Dog A few weeks later I was heading home after an intense sparring session at the dojo. I was helping a couple of friends get ready for a local tournament and was riding the endorphin induced high when I saw Eddy walking home. I was surprised; Eddy had a car and rarely walked. "What's up, man, where's the Blue Beast?" I asked, easily catching up to him and slapping him on his back. It always surprised me how small Eddy was. He couldn't have been more than five foot seven in his shoes. "Hey JT ... shit! You scared the heck out of me, man!" he reacted, startled by my sudden appearance. "Oh, the Beast is in the garage; the brakes are shot to hell!" he said and then added, "Haven't seen you in a while. How are you doing?" "The same, you know, football, wrestling, kickboxing and of course, homework!" I said, then stopping in front of my house I continued, "I know you're busy but I could use some help with my math assignment. Mr. Harris is killing me. What do you say?" Eddy had always been an A student and homework had been a breeze for him. He was one of the brightest kids in our school and had helped me whenever I needed some tutoring. He laughed and said, "Sure, bring it over after -" but he was interrupted by the high beams and screeching tires of a red, pick-up truck. It was a brand new Ford F150, which pulled up alongside us. The music was deafening with the staccato bass reverberating like crashing thunder. I recognized the vehicle immediately; it belonged to Bret "Butch" Mullins, a big, corn-fed Husker from Nebraska. I'd be hard pressed to adequately describe Butch except that I'm pretty certain that every school in the country has an obnoxious bully who might be something like him. But Bret Mullins was a doozy; a real piece of work! His moral compass was nonexistent and just one look at him and you knew he was trouble - TROUBLE in capitals! He had transferred to our school a few years back amidst rumors of date rape, assault, breaking and entry and a slew of other charges but surprisingly he had never been convicted. His family owned several businesses including a huge bottling plant located on the outskirts of town. This facility was the largest employer in the area and his father had taken over as its President when they moved here. They had the right connections and moved in all the right circles. They lived in the best part of town in an ostentatious mansion totally incongruent even with the large houses in that exclusive neighborhood. So, not only was he a deviant but he had money and connections to back him up. In many ways, you could blame his family and the school system for indulging his madness. He was older than most of the kids at school and his odd appearance gave him a strange "star" status. He was just a few shades off from being an Albino with stringy light blond hair which he kept long and pulled back in a ponytail. His opalescent skin was pale and hairless and gleamed like polished alabaster. His eyebrows were so light that you could hardly see them and his eyelashes were almost white which made his translucent, blue eyes weirdly striking. He was about the same height as me but had me by about twenty pounds; twenty pounds of striated muscle. And he was very strong. I had watched him bench over five hundred pounds and for a schoolboy, that is just plain amazing even if he was crowding twenty. And though I suspected that he was juiced up on Anabolic Steroids, I could never find the telltale needle tracks and believe me, I had looked ... nothing in the glutes, thighs or deltoids so either he sticking the needle up his ass or I had to accept the fact that he was just a freak! When we first met, it was instinctive; we didn't like each other but we coexisted. We made a really good tandem on Defense creating havoc with the blocking schemes of the opposing team but it was primarily because they had to double team Butch on almost every play or risk losing their Quarterback. I usually cleaned up the tackles he'd initiate so much so that he joked about my "sloppy seconds" ... but I didn't really care; off the field, he left me alone and that was good enough for me. He was the captain of the football team which only added to his twisted narcissistic personality and which fed off the groveling veneration of his obsequious clique he called his Posse. They went everywhere with him making life miserable for any kid unfortunate enough to stumble across them. Then there were the girls. There as a certain type of girl who was attracted to the bad-boy image but Butch was more than just your ordinary bad-boy; he was in a class by himself and to say that he mistreated them would be a gross understatement. But in their eyes, the more he mistreated them the greater his desirability quotient. The whole thing was weird. And now while he gunned his engine, he rolled down his window and I could see his eyes glimmering strangely in the diffused light. "Hey, Fuckhead ... you left early!" he said looking at me, shouting over the reverberations of the music and the churning growl of the F150's engine. "Yeah, so what?" I replied knowing that backing off meant 'weakness' as far as he was concerned; you had to step up to him or he'd ride you. He was like a wild animal always probing for signs of vulnerability. I had left football practice early to get to the dojo and hadn't given it much thought. He laughed and then turning his attention to Eddy, "Hey man, we spent some time with your sister and she's a beauty!" He sneered and continued, "She gives great head ... she's one horny bitch like all Jew-Bitches! Right, boys?" Just then the rear cab door opened and one of the guys pushed her out. It was Sandra. She was a mess - her normally coiffed hair was disheveled and dirty and her dress was torn and stained. Her make-up was smeared and she was very drunk. She took a few hesitant steps and then stumbled, going down onto her knees, crouching over until her forehead touched the grass, her hair spilling around her like a shimmering, golden blanket. She was out of it. This was as bad as I had ever seen her. Eddy ran over quickly and tried helping her up, holding her by her shoulders. His face was pale and his lips were quivering and I was certain he was about to cry. "She sucked us all off, man, and then we fucked her every which way ... she loves to party! Eddy, your sister's a fuckin' nympho! She couldn't get enough!" and he laughed, a high pitched howl, like some demented maniac, "What a fuckin' whore ... be sure to tell her we'd love to do her again!" Then he paused for a response but getting none, he said to me, "I'm going to fuck that girl of yours, fuckhead; I'll give that pretty bitch what she needs ... do her just like I did her sister!" I had known from the very first day I met him that he would be my nemesis, my dragon to slay, and that one day I would have to take him on. The whole team, including the coaching staff, knew that it was going to happen. We had skirted around each other like two big dogs not willing to chance direct confrontation but we also knew that eventually one of us would had to give in. There had been a few close calls on the field but it had never culminated in an actual confrontation and the coaches had stepped in to prevent these incidents from escalating. But Karma, fate, destiny whatever it is you want to call it, has a way of bringing things around and within this convoluted merging of our paths was the moment of reckoning. Sooner or later it was going to happen. This was the very reason he transferred to our school. Everything he and I had taken part in, every experience and the decisions we made was to prepare us for our inevitable encounter. After helping Sandra up, I walked over to his window, my heart pounding and my body hyped full of adrenalin. "You're a fuckin' asshole, Mullins, you and the rest of these creeps... why don't you pussies step out? Come on, let's get it over with!" I snarled looking into the backseat. I could feel them staring at me, their eyes gleaming in the darkness like zombies, but nobody made a move or said anything. They were waiting for their alpha dog to make the move. And for a moment I thought that maybe they hadn't heard me over the cacophony of the engine and music but when I looked back at Butch, he had a thin expressionless smile on his face, his head rocking to the driving beat of a song from Nirvana's "Nevermind". Then very deliberately he reached down and turned off the Radio and I could see his jaws flex as he ground his teeth. It was suddenly quiet; the only sound now was the gentle purr of the F150. There was an instant when I knew he was going to make a play, an intuitive prescience alerting me of imminent harm and sure enough, without warning he lunged, his huge, hand reaching out in a blur trying to grab me but I was quicker and was able to deflect his forearm harmlessly to the side. "Don't do that asshole, unless you want to lose your fuckin' arm!" I hissed, "Step out here and we'll settle this once and for all." I was beyond caring. I wanted to end the uncertainty. My reflexes had surprised him and after a moment he lowered his arm allowing it to dangle nonchalantly outside the window, trying to remain cool. The dragon tattooed on his bicep glittered oddly against his hypo-pigmented skin like a lizard scrambling up a pole. And though he had his buddies with him, I think he realized that he was at a disadvantage being in the truck. "What a faggot! Scared the shit out of you didn't I?" he said and laughed. Then I heard my father call, "Jason? Is everything okay?" I looked over at the silhouette of my dad standing on our porch and called back, "Everything's fine, Dad, I'll be in soon." "You better go home, boy, papa's calling!" then he paused before adding, "We'll settle this, fuckhead ... you can bet your ass on that! I'm going to crush your fuckin' skull, but not now, you'll never know when but it's going to happen. You're a fuckin' dead man!" his voice was soft, almost a whisper, sibilating and sinister like a viper's strike. I heard his friends cackling like a bunch of rabid hyenas as he floored the accelerator and the truck disappeared in a cloud of smoke and dust. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* "We should call a doctor!" I said while Eddy was holding onto Sandra. "No! ... I'll take care of her! Just help me get her into her room!" Eddy insisted. "Are you sure Eddy? She looks bad, man!" "Just help me, Jason ... please, man ..." he insisted. I bent down and picked Sandra up and carried her up the stairway and into the apartment. She laid her head against my shoulder and I caught the distinctively sickening smell of semen and had to turn my head away. Eddy went ahead and turned on the lights. "I'll get the first aid kit ..." he said as he ran up the stairs. It was the first time that I had been inside her bedroom and was surprised that it looked so different from this perspective. There was an air of subtle femininity and it was evident that she was fastidiously clean. Her things had been neatly organized on her dresser and side tables. The walls were adorned with beautiful pictures of tranquil blue oceans and green, plush mountains. I guess these were her refuge, places she escaped to from the tormenting demons of her life. There was a huge Teddy Bear flopped on the rocking chair in the corner. It's funny how little I knew of her even though I had know her almost all my life ... I had never imagined her to be a "teddy bear" kind of girl. On the side table by the bed stood several photo-frames of a man who looked a lot like Sandra and who could have easily passed for her brother; the resemblance was uncanny. As I was to later find out, her relationship with that man was linked to her pleonectic personality. I put her down gently on the bed and she immediately turned onto her side in the fetal position. Her dense, flaxen hair was caked with dirt and cum and once again, the acrid smell of sex emanating from the wetly stained dress permeated the air. I could see the bruise marks on her neck and arms and my heart went out to her and I felt a hatred that I didn't know I possessed. I wanted blood ... justice; street justice. Just as my mind was beginning to conjure up plans steeped in medieval torment, Eddy returned with some wet towels and began cleaning her up. He didn't look at me or say anything. His eyes were red and there were tears streaming slowly down his cheeks as he continued to work on his sister. Every now and then I'd hear him sniffle; this was killing me, watching them like this. Eddy was as close to a brother as I would ever have. I felt helpless and distraught, incapable of offering any real solace. Taking on Mullins and his goons would have been easier than this. "It's going to be okay Eddy, I promise ..." I said not sure of how I could placate him but he remained silent. He turned her over onto her back and began wiping down her face while I worked on her other arm and on the side of her neck. I wondered whether they had slipped her a "roofie" (the date rape drug of choice) or whether she was just drunk. However, unless she was going to press charges we would never know. Finally after about thirty minutes or so of the sponge bath, Eddy began unbuttoning her dress. "Maybe you should get Beth," I offered, strangely conflicted by his action. "No! I told you I'll take care of her ... I don't want Beth to know." He said and then looking at me he added, "Just help me get her into the shower and then you can leave if you want to," and he started to pull down her dress. She was limp like a rag-doll and it was an effort to get it off of her but we managed. At one point when I moved her legs she let out a soft groan. I kept apologizing to her even though I knew she couldn't really hear me but I knew she was hurting. "Careful! Lift her gently." Eddy said and I could sense the anger and frustration in his voice. She was now naked and even in this abused, bedraggled state of semi-conscientiousness she was so intrinsically beautiful. Her breasts were perfect; on the larger side with dark brown areolas and small pointed nipples. Her body tapered to a flat stomach which flared dramatically at her hips and with beautifully shaped legs from the years of cheerleading. I couldn't help thinking, 'This here was a hundred percent prime, succulent woman'. There were several bruises on her body but what caught my attention was the puffy, rawness of her vulvo-vaginal area. Since she was shaved, except for the neatly trimmed landing strip above her Mons, the aggravated redness of her outer lips was pretty obvious. There was a trail of cum leaking out from her, running down her thighs in a milky, viscous stream; a testament to her recent sexual activity. I took the washcloth and soaping it up, I wiped the bruised area as gently as I could and saw her flinch. She held my wrist in a hapless gesture before resting her head against my shoulder allowing me to tend to her. She still hadn't fully recovered. I wanted to leave, disturbed by the effect she was having on me but I knew that that Eddy wouldn't be able to hold her up and bathe her so I held her while he took the shower-head and ran the water over her limp body. He had started with her hair and face slowly working his way down her body, cleaning off the residual scum and dirt until she was literally glowing from the warmth of the water. Then he did her feet working upwards to her calves and thighs until finally he arrived at her crotch. When he aimed the jet of water between her legs and into the crack of her vagina, she jerked and closed her thighs in a protective reflex while her eyes fluttered open for a second and then closed again. "Ohhh ... don't ..." she whispered. But he persisted, running the water up and down her slit until I noticed the lips of her vulva beginning to engorge and swell even more. I wasn't sure of his intentions but can only assume that he wanted to clean her, to get all the seminal remnants out from her but even as I tried to avert my eyes, I was captivated by his actions unable to look away. A cobra transfixed on the swaying flute as the snake charmer played on her sensual flower. What transpired next bordered on the surreal, a sequence of events which has haunted me ever since. Eddy was under a hypnotic spell and totally oblivious of my presence. He leaned over her and with trembling fingers he spread her vaginal lips and then ran the water right up her tumid hole. The pulsing jet from the shower-massage drummed against her clit making her body twitch and her legs tremble. And then I heard her moan only it was more like a soft sigh and this time it was an undeniable carnal response of pleasure. She was slowly recovering her senses and I could see her pupils, which had been dilated, focusing more clearly as she gazed at Eddy and then up at me. Her breathing had gotten heavy and deep as the surges of pleasure burst through the peripheral circuits of her nerves that affected her neuro-pulmonary response. I felt her grip my arms tightly as the constant pulsing of the water brought her ever closer to the edge. "Ohhhh ... please, baby ... Oh, baby brother ... don't stop ..." she whispered. I wasn't sure if I had heard her correctly but I really didn't care, I was caught up in the eroticism of the moment. I recall thinking that they may have been right and that she was indeed a nymphomaniac and couldn't get enough and felt disgusted by the fact that I was aroused by what was happening and was actually blaming her for this. But my mind was racked by the contradictory emotions of lust and empathy; wanting to help her but also wanting desperately to possess her. It was a struggle between our conditioned altruism and the inherent selfish needs of our primal carnality ... or maybe it was just Nature's procreative agenda. My cock was blatantly hard and throbbing in my boxers while I held her tightly against me. I watched as her nipples puckered and hardened and had to fight the urge to caress her; to lean over and suckle her. I kept thinking that this was perverted; that we were both sick to take advantage of her vulnerability but I was too far gone. I let my fingers ride slowly upwards from under her breasts to her nipples and began rolling them between my thumb and forefinger and she responded almost immediately. Her body jerked and she cried out softly, "Ohhh God ... don't stop ... please ... it feels so good!" Eddy didn't look up. He was trapped by that incestuous monster or whatever it was that tied him to his sister and continued massaging her with the pulsing water until finally she climaxed, her body jerking uncontrollably as she crested the waves of her orgasm. She held onto my arms tightly, her hips bucking lewdly against the jets of water as the jolts of pleasure shot through her ravaged body separating her from her senses. It was agonizingly sensual and I remember wanting it to last forever. We waited as she slowly descended from her orgasm before Eddy turned the water off. And as we dried her with towels, I could see the pellucid gleaming of her cunt, wet with the juices of her recent passion. This was several degrees closer than the voyeuristic games we played and I knew I needed to get away soon so wrapping her in a large towel I carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. But she sat up and pointing to the dresser against the back wall asked, "Please get me a nightie, they are in the middle drawer ..." I left them alone; walking out quietly as Eddy was helping her with a pink, see-through camisole. He was gently stroking her hair and kissing her and didn't even notice me leaving. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* As I walked across the street heading towards home, my mind was flooded with salacious thoughts; images of Sandra on her knees surrounded by Mullins and his posse jerking off onto her face, forcing her to suck their cocks. Knowing how sexual she was, I wasn't even sure if this was coerced or whether she had gone with them voluntarily. I was confused but deep down inside I knew that one way or the other, she had been taken advantage of and I knew that what had happened was wrong but still I couldn't help myself from being aroused. And, after what had just happened with Sandra in the shower, I was hyper-excited and needed to get some relief. I was tempted to call Beth - she was always up for some action but eventually decided against it. I'd just deal with 'five finger Mary'! When I walked in, my father was in his favorite chair reading a book on World War II and greeted me with a smile. "Is everything okay?" he asked, "there wasn't any trouble with the Mullins boy, was there?" "No, Dad, everything's cool ... no trouble. Nothing I can't handle." I replied to which he took off his reading glasses and placed the book on his lap. He was very insightful and knew that there was more to this. "Are you sure?" his voice revealing his concern. "Yeah, I'm sure, Dad." I answered and then, "Dad, were you ever scared ... you know, like in a fight?" I blurted out. All my life, my father had been my hero and I couldn't imagine him being frightened of anyone or anything. He thought for a moment before answering and that is one of the things I admired about him. He never treated any question as silly or childish irrespective of who was asking. "To be scared is normal, son, and only the mentally impaired are unafraid. Our survival depends on the fight or flight reflex. But, there are times when you have to suppress and control your fear and deal with the danger facing you. Sometimes, it's the only way and it is what separates the men from the boys." He said, then as an afterthought he asked, "You are sure that you aren't in any trouble?" "No trouble, Dad, but thanks. I'm going to hit the sack ... goodnight." I said smiling and headed for my bedroom. I always felt grounded after speaking with him. "Goodnight, son, your mother's sleeping so keep the music down." "Sure, Dad ... I'm going to bed ... I'm bushed. I was helping Jeff and Andy for the tournament." And with that I headed for my room. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Nexus I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me and a woman's voice filtering through my sleep-addled brain. She was trying to get me up. "Wake up! Come on, get up, son, it's past eight. I've brought you some coffee." It was Martha. The aromatic smell of coffee filled the air and I pushed the covers aside, stretching. It had been a restless night filled with hypnagogic hallucinations, vivid pre-sleep thoughts which then blended seamlessly into dreams about Sandra, Beth and Eddy. I had tossed and turned until finally falling asleep a little after 1:00 am. Martha drew back the curtains and the sunlight flooded in making me squint. She looked over at me with a knowing smile and said, "I hope you slept well and the ghosts from your past didn't keep you up ..." then added, "Breakfast will be in twenty minutes. Don't be late!" After a simple breakfast of ham and eggs with Martha and Peter, I promised to be back to take them for dinner and then I left heading for school. I wanted to go back to the scene of the crime, the place where the final chapter involving Butch Mullins had ended. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* The Scarecrow The High School looked about the same and I was filled with a sense of déjà vu. The main office buildings had undergone some minor changes but offered the same overbearing appearance I knew so well. I parked the car and decided to stroll by the gym to the grassy knoll behind the football field where I had finally faced my demons. I noticed the students scurrying to their classes, laughing and chatting and the memories came rushing back. The days following the incident I went to school prepared for the worst, ready to take Butch and his buddies on. I knew exactly what needed to be done and was actually looking forward to settling this once and for all. I was doing this not just for Eddy and Sandra but also for Beth. She was blossoming into one of the prettiest girls in school and on more than one occasion I had caught Butch leering at her and whispering conspiratorially to his friends and gauging from their reaction, none of it was good especially after what had happened to Sandra. Then just when things seemed to be settling back to their routine, it happened. I hadn't see Mullins or his Posse all morning and was a bit curious since they were like bad habits, cropping up when you least expected them and it was always the same; they would spout the usual "You're a dead man ..." spiel along with some choice adjectives but I was getting used to it and after a while it had no effect on me. In fact my lack of response was driving them up a wall but except for Butch, the others wanted no part of me. And just as I was thinking that maybe this wasn't destined to happen, I ran into Henry, a teammate who played defensive back, who stopped and said, "Hey, man, watch yourself ... Butch has been talkin' it up, mouthin' off about killin' you!" "Thanks ... do you know where he is?" I asked. "Yeah, they are by the benches in the back and there's a pretty good crowd ... he's got Ray and the other punks with him. You be careful, Jason." "Thanks bud." I replied and headed for the Gym. As I strolled by the football field, I was filled with a sense of pre-destiny; a feeling that this time it would be settled. I was right. They were by the benches near the field and as I approached them, Butch turned around smiling like he had the fight already won. He was in sleeveless weightlifting T-Shirt, leaning against the metal fence, his pale skin glowing like some Gothic apparition while he flexed his muscles and rolled his head loosening up the muscles in his neck. I found the posturing to be amusing. I knew he was nervous ... hey, I was nervous but it was a good "nervous" and there was a certain calm deep inside me that my father had spoken about and his words about courage kept repeating itself in my mind like a mantra reinforcing my belief in everything that was just and good. This is where I wish that I could have written of an epic struggle where I had to reach deep inside myself to discover the well of hidden resolve to outlast my antagonist but like most fights, the manner in which it played out was the quintessential anticlimax. After his first maneuver failed he was lost. He lacked the skills to deal with the strikes and holds being thrown at him. What it proved unequivocally was that there was no way for a barroom brawler to take on a real martial artist. No way! It was over quickly but not without serious repercussions for him. He ended up with a busted elbow as a result of an armbar and then while he sniveled like a crybaby, I choked him out ... 'out' like in unconscious; his body twitching in the aftermath of Ischemia. The myth had been exposed and the scary vampire was nothing but a hollow scarecrow! Most of the kids who were watching were thrilled except for his Posse - they were shocked and true to their nature, they stood back and did nothing. A bunch of gutless pussies! My father was right; cowards do die a thousand deaths! \*\*\*\*\*\*\* The Soul of a Soldier I had walked home with Beth that day. She was literally beaming and I still remember the lovemaking session we shared that evening ... we had used her bedroom and hours later when we emerged, Eddy was there in the living room with a big grin on his face! "How long have you been here, sicko?" I asked. "Beth, you made more noise than Mullins did ... I thought he was killing you!" he said and laughed then added, "Let's go get some pizza!" I could see Beth blushing but she laughed and hit her brother on his arm. "You are sick! Let's see if Sandra wants to come too!" Beth said. The four of us went to the local pizza parlor. Sandra didn't say much but she seemed to be getting better and when Eddy told her about what had happened to Butch, she gave me a brilliant smile and reaching across the table, she held my hand briefly. That was enough for me. For the rest of the evening she leaned her head against Eddy's shoulder holding onto to his arm. I had never seen Eddy happier. Word of the fight had spread and people came over to chat and offer their words of appreciation. We ended up not having to pay for dinner - some grateful patron paid for it without us knowing. It was hard to believe how many people were victims of that freak. That was one of the best evenings I could remember. And that was the last time we were all together and that's how I'd like to remember Eddy; laughing over a slice of Pizza with the love of his life holding onto him. I heard some girls giggling and it startled me back to reality and I stared at the steel fence and could swear I saw Eddy leaning against it with a big smile on his face ... good bye, dear friend, I'll miss you more than you'll know. \*\*\*\*\* *Epilogue: Though this story is a work of fiction there are parts of it that are based on personal experiences ... baggage that I find it hard to keep out of the storyline.*

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Title: All About The View by Bevan Tags: Anal, Bunny, Doggystyle, Fingering, Handjob, M/M, Oral, Toys This is my second story, an idea I've been toying with for a while that I wanted to finally put into real form. I'd like to think the start of their relationship is, at least in setting, something that's 'different' be it for better or for worse. This story contains gay furry sex. If you can't legally read such a thing because of the laws of your state, then close the window or become a pornography bandit. The story is mine, the characters are mine, etc. Five AM. The dim, green numbers stared out at him from the DVD player's display, telling him all that he needed to know at that time in the morning : It was far too early to be awake. John turned away from the entertainment center, away from the shelves upon shelves of dormant electronics and DVDs to head towards the kitchen counter. What was there to watch at five AM? News was the first thought that came to mind, news and stock reports delivered by ever chattering, ever talking heads perched upon multi-colored tickers. Those heads followed him in every restaurant, every lounge, and every waiting room he walked into. He didn't need their vacant, all too perfect smiles and false moments of grave sadness filling his apartment, his sanctuary from the outside world! The rabbit opened his cabinet door and grabbed a half full bottle of scotch, knowing that even if he couldn't see the bottle that it could only be right where he left it. Who could possibly have moved it? He was thirty years old, thirty years old and he lived alone, dateless and mostly friendless, a man made social pariah by the demands of the business world. There wasn't time to socialize with regularity, no time to say 'Meet me at the bar at eight on a Friday'. His time wasn't his own to play with, for all he knew, his plans could change on the whims of one boss and shift back on the fancy of another. Not many friends would tolerate being ditched time and time again, let alone a boyfriend... Whenever he did get his long feet back on the ground in his town, whenever he sat down at home... It would only be a matter of time, a brief respite before he was back out on the road. By train, by plane, by automobile, selling things to people who wanted to buy them to begin with but wanted their ass kissed by someone in \*person\* before they laid down the capital. Oh, it's nicer to call it a business deal, but at the end of the day... It was just a few thousand dollars, too many hours, and hundreds of miles traveled to kiss ass. Caviar, champagne, cigars, sometimes drugs or... Whores. Whatever it took to make the deal. "Always be closing." The rabbit muttered to himself, closing his eyes as the twelve year old liquor he'd just poured himself spilled from his glass and across his lips. For a moment there was nothing, only the liquor leaking down his throat and the oh so beautiful silence of the empty apartment. His eyes opened when the glass, now empty, was set back down on the counter with a dull clunking sound. He smiled when he opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the expanse of his 'home' and the many things inside. At least the job had it's perks. White walls, immaculate and lacking much of any decoration lined every wall of the impressively large living room and kitchen combo, the main room of his apartment. All the walls, except for one. The last wall was made almost entirely of broad panes of seamless, perfect glass that framed the sky and the city together as if they were paintings for him to look upon. In the distance, the street lights and shining pairs of headlights ran throughout the city like incandescent cells in the avenues that formed the veins of the city. Every moving pair was someone with a place to be, and every bunch that wasn't moving was typically a group that wished they were anywhere else. However, the dim sky was starting to come alive with colors as dawn approached, colors that would paint the sky with such brilliant shades of red and orange that no simple bulb could ever produce. So it was that the lights of man would be cowed back into darkness, brushed aside by that which they couldn't hope to compete against. The view that the high rise apartment provided him was the real reason he bought it. Oh sure, the doorman and security features were nice, as was the fact that the building was wired for blistering fast internet... But at the end of the day, or at the beginning in this case, it was all about the view. He walked up to the enormous windows, easily ten or twelve feet high each and smiled. Soon, maybe a half hour but no more than a full hour from now, the show would begin. Inside the pane of glass, his reflection looked back at him with the stony expression he wore, the brown eyed poker face of a business man ready to lay down the cards only when there were enough chips on the table. He lifted a hand up to pass his blunt claws through his brown hair, playing his fingers across the short, spiky, stylized waves that always seemed to fall into place no matter what he did to it. As soon as the show was over, after the sun had ascended and he'd had time to smoke a single cigar it would be time to hit the sack. He turned his side to the window, reaching into a small night stand set next to it to pluck a single cigar from a simple wooden box left inside. A quick snip of a tool and a flick of his lighter later, the imported cigar was imparting it's intoxicating gift of tobacco into his lungs. He didn't smoke often, not nearly enough to make the apartment or his clothes smell, and if it gave him cancer... Well. Who the hell wanted to be eighty years old? After enjoying his cigar for a brief period of time, he set it down carefully on a large, clean ashtray. It was time to strip off the monkey suit. The suit itself was nothing special, somewhere between a grey and a light tan made of some comfortable but not extraordinary expensive material. He had a dozen more like it hanging in his closet, all professionally cleaned and tailored to his body... Which is why it wasn't a big deal to leave it as a heap on his floor. The black dress shoes, the pants, the jacket were all cast aside on the floor in an unceremonious pile. The white dress shirt and the boxers beneath were where he spoiled himself. Cotton was replaced long ago in favor of the expensive but oh so splendid feeling of silk, why wear anything else when he could wear the best? It wasn't as though he didn't deserve it, or that he had to justify himself to anyone. He had a Jaguar he drove once a month, a fully stocked kitchen he never used and a five thousand dollar television he seldom watched. The clothes he wore every day were the best investment he ever made. For a time it was a little difficult to 'control' himself in the silk boxers, to not squirm or shiver every time the cool silk brushed across his the white fur on his sheath... But then again, the feelings the fabric brought him was part of why he loved it so. He shrugged off the shirt and sat down in a black leather recliner placed right beside the nightstand, closing his eyes as he leant back against the cold chair. His left hand coiled around his cigar, bringing it back to his lips while the right strayed down across the white fur lining his stomach. Light grey and white, a coloration not unlike a certain all too famous rabbit character that earned him all too many 'What's up, Doc?' lines. He swore to himself under his smoky breath at the thought of another horrible joke, then simply pushed it out of his mind as his fingers snaked past his waistband and down across his sheath. There was some time to kill before the sunrise would be there, and he knew he'd be killing the time the same way he did every morning he waited for it. It only took a few passes of his fingers before his flesh slipped from his sheath and into his hand, his dick rising up at a steady, throbbing rate to fill his palm. He let out a smoky sigh and set the cigar back down on the ashtray, one paw reaching down to grab his recliner's lever while the other reached back into the nightstand's drawer. When the hand drew back, along with it came a long black dildo that was not at all slender, the budding sunlight in the sky shining dimly off it's curving surface. He pulled the lever on his recliner, sending his chair lurching backwards into a very shallow 'v' shape. It was the perfect angle, the ideal position for him to use the toy in his hand while still keeping him upright enough to open his eyes every so often and see if the show at day break had yet begun. He didn't need to open his eyes now, not at this moment, not after all the times he'd played with himself in this same exact position. It had become an integral part of his routine, the same as brushing his teeth or washing himself in the shower. John brought the toy up to his lips and plunged it into his muzzle, the thick, black silicone disappearing effortlessly between his lips until the flared base was resting on them. He didn't get to have sex often, but that didn't mean he'd forgotten how to swallow a big dick, real or fake. It wouldn't take too long to get a good, slick base of saliva on the toy, and after that... --- He'd been up since twelve AM, and he'd been working since twelve thirty. It was the same every day, except on the weekends or when he decided he was going to call in sick. Wake up in the middle of the night, roll out of bed, grab a breakfast burrito and then jump into his shitbox car. It wasn't a long drive no matter what building he was working on any given day, nor was there any traffic given the hour, but it was all painfully similar. The city streets often looked the same with little variations, with no people or activities to watch. Only shadows pooling around the rows upon rows of street lights, waiting for one of the bulbs to burn out so the darkness could swallow it up. It wasn't much better when he started his work, either. Row upon row of windows, often tinted black to help shield the occupants inside from the harsh glare of the looming sun awaited him. Though it killed his social life, there were two benefits to working so damned early in the day. The first was that he didn't have to deal with a supervisor, which meant he didn't have to wear the uniform at work. The other was that if he got his work done before the morning, he wouldn't have to deal with the sun blasting his black fur in front of what was in a way, a giant mirror of sorts. The rabbit looked through the window he'd just finished cleaning, into an empty apartment the likes of which he could never hope to afford. Wooden floors, furniture and electronics that cost more than he made in a year of wiping filth off of windows, single rooms so large they dwarfed his entire apartment... Then he shifted focus to the reflection staring back at him in the glass, a lean young black rabbit with cropped black hair wearing nothing but a harness and a pair of tan cargo shorts. He sat there on the edge of the lift, staring into his own brown eyes and wondering what could have been, what could still be if he'd just had the cash to go to a school. Even a trade school would get him something that paid better, something more exciting, something so much better than what he was doing now. If only he had the money the people on the other side of the glass had. If only. But he didn't have that kind of money, he couldn't swing a loan with his credit and his family wasn't about to help out. Jeffery smiled at himself, shaking his head as he set down his squigee and fumbled off to the side for the scaffold's electronic controller. No time to be feeling sorry for himself, not if he wanted to be done with this last side of the building by seven. His thumb dragged over a worn, green button marked 'down' and the pulleys started moving until he let go. Jeffery grabbed his ridiculously long squigee in one hand and a large spray bottle of cleanser in the other, ready to scrape away the filth that gathered on the glass. It was surprising, really, the amount of crap that would end up on the things. Bird droppings, bugs, hell, he'd even found a used condom on one once in the winter. Someone fucked on a rooftop and just dropped it off the edge like a slob, and when the wet rubber hit the freezing cold glass... It took him all of a minute or two to spray and wipe down the window with quick, precise swipes of the squigee he'd had close to a year to practice with. Like everything else in his life, it had become part of a well rehearsed routine. Just as he was set to drift into another melancholy reverie, his eyes saw something he didn't catch before. There was someone or something moving on the other side of the glass, not more than four feet away from his precarious perch. He leant in closer to the glass for a look, one hand lifting to press against the cold, sheer surface in front of him. For the first time in a long while, he saw one of the 'beautiful people' on the other side of the glass. This one was probably one of the most handsome males he'd seen, easily six feet tall and clad head to toe in white and grey fur... But nothing else. He was laid back in a recliner with his long legs spread out and bent backwards towards his chest, a pose that did nothing to shield the unsuspecting male of his new audience. Jeff could see just about everything from where he was, the way the male's runner-like body writhed with every jerk of the hand on his fleshy, seven inch dick. The way his asshole stretched beneath his teardrop tail around the dildo he was shoving in and out of it... Every little thing. "Holy. Shit." Jeffery breathed out against the glass, when he remembered he had both the ability and the need to suck in air. The loose cargo shorts had become rather tight in an abrupt fashion, and though common sense was telling him to lean back from the glass and move on before he was spotted... Well. His dick was telling common sense to take a flying leap off the scaffold. It was also telling Jeff to let it out, to play with it, to pound away at the ebony flesh poking against his fly until he had to clean the glass all over again. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea, and if he was quick, he could easily be done before the guy ever noticed... What could be the harm? One hand brushed the squigee and the cleanser to one side of the scaffold, the other was rapidly undoing the front of his shorts to whip out his dick. It would be quick, he told himself as he pressed his nose to the glass and locked his eyes on the male who was now shouting so loud that the vibrations were carrying through into the glass. His hand clenched the dick in his paw and began to pound away with all the furious zeal of a horny teenager on the internet for the first time. His own moans came out shallower than the other male's, accompanied by quiet pants and gasps that fogged the glass around where his muzzle was pressed up against it. The dry sound of his pink paw pad dragging up and down his black dick became an almost wet schucking one as a generous stream of pre-cum leaked down the head of his dick and worked it's way into his palm. He didn't blink, he stared and he watched, waiting for one of the two climaxes that were sure to come any second if the way they were both stroking away at their own dicks with wild abandon was any indication. Jeffery managed to hit his peak before John did, biting down hard on his own lip to muffle his moans as he shot his load out on the glass in front of him. He jerked forward involuntarily as the pleasure shot up from his dick to his brain, and if he hadn't been so close to the glass it wouldn't have mattered a bit. The jerk sent his head lurching forward where it bounced off the thick glass, making a distinctive, almost comical 'bonk!' sound. The blank state of mind that followed an orgasm was immediately replaced with terror as Jeffery became aware not only of the sound he'd just made and the dull ache forming on his forehead, but also of the other rabbit buck now staring directly back at him. Most people would have been shocked to find a stranger staring at them with their pants around their knees and their oozing dick in their hand. Others might have scrambled to cover themselves up with one hand, a futile attempt at modesty as they retreated out of view. Not this buck. The grey stranger stood up from his chair without even taking the dildo from his ass, his dick swinging limply between his thighs as he walked up to the window. The way he was looking at Jeffery was not with the eyes of a man that just got caught jerking off with a fake dick in his ass. It wasn't a set of brown eyes that befitted a prey animal, no, they were the eyes of a predator that had it's prey exactly where it wanted it and was debating how best to devour it. Run. That was the first thought that went through Jeffery's mind when it became suddenly aware of it's ability to think once again. It was a stupid thought, especially since his shorts were around his knees and he was at least three hundred feet off the ground. It would be a short run or a long drop, neither of which would be at all appealing even if he could take his eyes off the rabbit staring him down. The rabbit in the apartment stopped inches away from the glass, his eyes zeroed in on Jeffery's with all the allure and terror of a cobra's gaze. John was the first to break off the eye contact, his head dipping as his vision roamed across the painfully exposed black rabbit in the window. It was almost as if he was being inspected by a potential buyer at a meat market, and though it caused him to blush he was still all too shocked to think to pull up his shorts. A dull knocking on the window snapped his attention away from his thoughts and back to the rabbit, who had extended his thumb and pinky and pressed his hand to the side of his face. He was mouthing something, but what was- 'Phone number'. Jeffery stared at the window and the now patiently waiting male, who had crossed his arms and was smirking with an air of devilish guile about him. Jeffery grabbed his cellphone out of his short's pocket, the cum on his hand nearly causing him to drop it off the side of the scaffold. When he lifted it up and showed it to John, the rabbit nodded his head and mouthed the same words over again. It took him a moment or two to think about how best to show the number, but something came to him before his brain idled too long. He grabbed the bottle of cleanser he had set aside before, and sprayed a portion of the window up and to the side. There he waited for most of the spray to drip away, before writing his number in the moisture. The buck lifted his head and read the numbers, then gestured at Jeffrey with a single finger held straight up and mouthed another, single word. 'Wait'. Then he turned back around, his hips swaying slightly as he walked over to grab his pants off the floor. When he bent over, Jeffery could see the tell-tale flared base of the black dildo that was still deep within the male's body. From his pants he produced a cellphone, and as soon as his own rang Jeffery knew who he was calling. "Tell me your name." His voice was a queer blend between authority and charm, one that made an order or a demand seem more like a request. He had to slow himself down to avoid stuttering as he replied. "Jeffery." "Jeffery, my name is John. Listen to the words I have to say, and do not speak until I finish. I assume you're a window washer, because a joy rider wouldn't have taken all the cleaning stuff with him and he wouldn't have the key for the lift. So Jeffery, unless you want me to take a picture with my cellphone and send it to your boss... Stand up, and take off your shorts." His expectant and still mischievous expression said it all. It was no joke, and if Jeffery didn't do what he wanted he was going to end up in the unemployment line. He didn't like his job, not at all, but there weren't many jobs open to a largely unskilled young man who got fired for jerking off on the windows of an apartment high rise. He carefully pulled himself up to his feet and turned away, unable to face the other male as he slid his shorts off the rest of the way and left his bare ass pointed at the window. "You have a nice body, and you don't look a day past twenty. So what are you doing without a boyfriend, washing windows?" "How do you know I don't have a boyfriend?" Jeffery asked without turning around, a bit of agitation creeping into his voice. "Because people with boyfriends to get them off don't whack off on the windows of a stranger." John replied, knocking down Jeffery's budding anger and replacing it with a heated blush. "I couldn't afford college, and I can't get a job with no... Skills, no work history, no... You know, connections. I only got this job because my uncle knows a guy." There was a tint of shame to his words, as if Jeffery didn't want to admit to himself or to John that he couldn't get a decent job and couldn't afford any schooling. Even community college was expensive when one considered the cost of even a small apartment that wasn't in the crappiest parts of the sprawling city. "Do you want a new job?" John asked, speaking in a tone that suggested he already knew the answer and was merely going through the motions. "As what?" Jeffery asked in a dubious manner, peeking at John over his shoulder. "As my assistant." John responded, his eyes not looking anywhere but Jeffery's face. "Why? So I can get paid the same thing I do now, only for making coffee and fetching donuts?" Jeffery asked as he turned around, a little insulted at the prospect of becoming an office monkey. "Oh, you will make more. Probably at least twice of what you make now. You'll be an intern for the first two or three weeks, working for free, but after I'm sure you aren't going to just up and bolt off on me... Last week, I was in New York City. Two weeks before that I was in Tokyo. Have you ever had a Kobe steak? It costs more than your weekly paycheck, two if you order it with drinks. You'll come with me if you prove you're smart enough, know when to speak and when not to, and can listen to what I say. Oh, and... " John leant forward towards the window and Jeffery watched with wide eyes as his fleshy pink tongue pressed against the glass, running up across the cum Jeffery had shot on the opposite side. Though the tongue couldn't actually touch the jizz, it made for a hell of an interesting display. "It has a hell of a benefits package. If you decide you don't want to do it, I'll comp you for whatever you're making now as a window washer for your two weeks as my intern. If you do like it... Then I'll train you to be as good at what I do as I am." Fly around the world, see sights he'd never see otherwise, dine like a king and fuck with a rabbit that looked like he could go for hours and hours and still want more... Versus sitting on his scaffold day in and day out, until who knows when... Was there any contest? "I want the job. As long as you aren't screwing with me, and you can prove you ain't lying... I want it." "Good. Why don't we meet at the coffee shop down the street, over on Birch to discuss terms in say... Twenty minutes? I'll be waiting for you." He hung up without waiting for a response, turning his back on the window, walking away into the depths of the apartment that Jeffery couldn't see into. --- That had been a year ago. John had showed up just like he said that he would, with a black attaché case fixed with a combination lock. He had in his case a set of papers that promised an internship under the terms he'd offered, all neatly held together by a single staple. Jeffery hadn't signed until he spent about an hour or two with John, drinking coffee and chewing on overpriced pieces of biscotti that the businessman paid for. In a way it wasn't unlike a first date, with Jeffery doing his best to glean personal information from John and John doing his best to charm Jeffery. The man exuded confidence like the sun exuded light, a trait that would have made him seem far more pompous and arrogant if not for his mannerisms. Carefully timed compliments and jokes, flashes of his perfect smile, quietly whispered promises into Jeffery's ear... By the end of their little meeting, Jeffery was sitting side saddle across the other rabbit's lap with one arm draped across his shoulders. The man kissed as good as he looked, dipping Jeffery half over the table when his tongue plunged into his muzzle for the first time. He left abruptly after that, leaving Jeffery with a few hundred dollars to get some new clothes and luggage with and his half of his contract. Since that time he had faithfully followed John as his assistant, learning the tools of the trade and developing a sense of confidence he never knew that he'd had. He was only an assistant and even still, he made more than anyone else in his immediate family and had been to more countries in one year than all of them had ever been to combined. England, France, Japan, Germany... Not just for business, but for pleasure. He'd spent a week in Okinawa with John for one vacation, resting on the beach in a pair of matching speedoes by day, eating fine sushi and downing it with sake by night. His family actually thought he was involved in the drug trade for a while, as though he of all people would suddenly become a made man. Window washer to businessman was outlandish, but window washer to mafioso? There wasn't a lot of downtime between tasks for him and John, but Jeffery didn't regret it not one bit. It was hard to regret not having any free time when you were handed a once in a lifetime opportunity that many others would die for. Even if it was a really busy week with almost no time to rest at all, it was still better than being a window washer living in a tiny studio apartment. "You daydream a lot." John's voice snapped Jeffery's attention away from the plane's tiny window and the sunset he'd been watching, pulling his mind out of the state of wonder it had been lulled into by the clouds outside his window and the quiet sound of the small jet engines perched on the plane's tail. There was no telling when John had woken up from his little nap, laying on his side across a brown leather couch set against one of the plane's walls near the pilot's door. The navy blue of his silk boxers were the only thing that interrupted the whites and greys of his immaculately groomed pelt. "What else was I supposed to do while you were sleeping?" Jeffery asked with a bit of mocking exasperation in his tone, his eyes rolling upwards. "Work?" John suggested, standing up to stretch out and yawn with his hands touching the ceiling of the plane. "Already done. You hired me to work, didn't you?" Jeffery tapped the hard black case of the folded laptop in front of him, his eyes glancing away from his boss's face to roam over his stretching body. John walked down the length of the plane and lifted his paw, his hand cupping the side of Jeffery's face. The touch made him lean forward in his seat just a little, his eyes snapping back up to John's. "You work so hard, sometimes I wonder if you work harder than I do." Jeffery blushed as the hand on his face circled around to grab his short black hair, pulling his head back as John leant in. He gasped quietly as the rabbit's buck teeth grazed across his neck and nibbled on a small patch of flesh lying just left of his Adam's apple. It had been a while since the two had been able to spend any real amount of 'alone time' together, and here they were, only three hours after takeoff on a long flight in a private jet. It wasn't John's, but the company let them use it for special deals whenever speed or their own personal comfort and state of mind were important. It was much easier to walk into a deal refreshed and ready when you didn't have to deal with all the hassles of an airport. "What can I say? I have a very demanding boss." Jeffery murmured, lifting his hands to grab the waistband of John's boxers to send them falling to the floor. Though he'd been sleeping only minutes ago and he'd only been kissing Jeffery's neck, the rabbit was already full, thick, and practically poking the seated buck in the face. John didn't even have to ask for what came next. Jeffery put one hand on the prick in front of him and gave it a good squeeze, huffing his hot breath across the engorged flesh. The breath barely had time to wash across the flesh before it was swallowed up, devoured by Jeffery's hungry muzzle until his lips were resting against his hand. His muzzle worked from side to side as his hand pulsed in a series of squeezes, a practiced technique that John had taught him himself by showing him first hand. It was enough to have the older rabbit standing up on his large toes, his head tilted back and his fingers pulling at Jeffery's hair. Jeffery glanced up and saw his boss's face, twisted with pleasure with his buck teeth biting into his lower lip to keep his moans muffled. There was only a single pilot and while he wasn't likely to leave the cabin, they didn't need to attract any unwanted attention or raise any questions from the company. After all... They probably wouldn't be happy to know how many times John and Jeffery had sucked, fucked and cum on the conference table in the plane. He knew the contours of the dick in his mouth, of every little spot that would make John squirm on his feet, of the way he liked it when Jeffery squeezed just behind the head of his dick. John had been his only partner for a year, which was more than enough time for the younger rabbit to learn how to make him purr like a kitten. He lifted his muzzle back but kept pumping John's dick in it's absence, lifting his other hand to suck two of his fingers. Just long enough to get them nice and slick, then his muzzle was right back on the lovely pink dick hanging in front of it. He carefully eased out of the uncomfortable seat on the chair and into a kneeling position, using John's hip for support with his other paw. As soon as he was settled down on his knees he snaked the hand around and under the rabbit's white and grey tail, shoving the two wet digits right into the other male's asshole. John nearly moaned out loud and the fingers laced through Jeffery's hair gave a semi-painful pull, shoving his dick forcefully forwards into his mouth. It was just fine with the younger male, he liked a little pain with his pleasure. John yanked himself back rather abruptly and leant forward so fast it surprised Jeffery. He pulled his fingers out before he'd even really had time to tease, and didn't even have time to ask the older male what the problem was before he was yanked up to his feet. John picked him up again, this time by the hips instead of under his arms and he set the black rabbit down on the edge of the conference table he'd been sitting at. He was shoved back into the center of the table, and as John clambered onto it he pulled Jeffery's thighs apart and climbed forward between them on a single arm for support. Whatever the other hand was doing, Jeffery couldn't see it through the other rabbit's body. "John, what the hell are you- " Jeffery barely had time to shut his mouth and grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut in order to keep silent as his body was wracked with pleasure. His boss had finally finished positioning himself and he'd mounted the rabbit and buried himself in his asshole without a single bit of warning. There wasn't any kissing or eye to eye contact, merely both males trying desperately to keep silent as John pounded away at Jeffery's asshole with a vigour that could make a stallion jealous. John's breaths came out as shallow pants through his nose, his moans only reaching Jeffery's ears as grunts coming from the muzzle pressed against his neck. Every thrust back into his body was full and fast, enough to make him scoot along the table if John's supporting arm wasn't curled beneath his neck and shoulders. Every pull back was as far as John could manage without pulling his dick out of the rabbit's asshole, meaning every slam home was taking John's whole dick over and over again. The older male surprised him again by pulling himself free of Jeffery's ass, his paws once again pulling and twisting the rabbit into a new position. He was too breathless to resist... Even if he wanted to, as he was bent over in the center of the table with his ass sticking up in the air. Rather than stick his dick right back in, John ran it through the rabbit's ass cheeks and started to draw his dick back and fourth between them and across Jeffery's pucker. John leant forward and circled one arm around Jeffery's collarbone, the other reaching beneath the rabbit's stomach to grab a handful of black dick. He was painfully close to the edge, teetering on the precipice of his orgasm and John knew it. "You want my dick back in your ass?" He panted into Jeffery's ear, relaxing the grip on his cock as he spoke. Jeffery squirmed and spread his knees a bit further, leaning just a little bit further to prepare himself before he spoke the single word that would launch him into the throes of the orgasm he desperately wanted, that he needed. John knew his response before it ever left his lips, his dick drawing back until the head was pressing against Jeffery's asshole once again. His muzzle parted then immediately slammed shut after he whispered the one word that John wanted to hear as much as he wanted to cum. "Y... Yes." He gritted his teeth as the dick ploughed right back into his ass even deeper than before thanks to the position, shaking, shivering, squirming on the table as the hand on his dick squeezed in time with the thrust. His dick shot out rope after rope of cum onto the laminated surface of the table below, while the rabbit above seized the scruff of his neck in his teeth to keep silent. Jeffery arched his back as much as he could into the dick that was now firing it's load, painting his inner walls with thick, hot strands of cum. John held him in that pose while they rode out the waves of their orgasms, the older male only pulling back when he was sure he was done and not a moment before. As soon as his dick was out of Jeffery's ass, he pulled the smaller rabbit down on the table and wrapped his arms around him from behind. There they lay in a pool of their own cum atop the table, silent aside from their needy but muted pants for air. Love... Love was the wrong word to describe the relationship between the two. Loyalty was a word more suited to them, faithful to one another and the business agreement laid out a year ago. Maybe someday, Jeffery thought, when they could be more open about their relationship the two might be in 'love'. Maybe further down the road, if they stayed together, if John still wanted him to be at his side... But for now, he was happy with what he had, with the life he was living, with the man he was laid side by side with. As he watched the clouds outside the jet window tick by, he thought to himself with a smile. 'It's a hell of a view from up here.'

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Title: Chapter Eighteen -- Family Matters by fayzbub Tags: Abduction, No-Yiff, Sci-Fi, Story Series Chapter Eighteen -- Family Matters The catamaran pulled out smoothly from the jetty, and Miyatsu swung the wheel to head it north. Then he looked to where Montaro and Mieko were sitting, their expressions just a little too innocent in the moonlight. Miyatsu sighed. He raised his voice to be heard above the hiss of the waves and drone of the engine. "All right, you two. You can stop shielding now." For a second nothing happened. Then two figures flickered into visibility. Hideaki and Hanako both had sheepish expressions on their faces. "How did you know?" Hideaki asked. "Do you think I'm a human with no sense of smell? I knew you were following when we left the house." "Oh. We didn't think of that." Miyatsu shook his head in resignation. "If you're that set on coming, you may. But you have to stay on the boat when we get there, do you hear me?" Both the children nodded. "We knew you were there, as well," Mieko commented to her siblings. "Oh, you did, did you?" Miyatsu said, trying to look grim and failing. "You didn't think to mention it?" "No. We were sure you'd know too, Dad. I slipped a note under Grandma's door so they'll know where we've gone." She hesitated, looking uncomfortable. "And I said why we'd gone. Only I didn't say that you'd -- had a vision. I said you'd spotted Mum's psychic signature." Miyatsu nodded. "Well, I did. In a way." He stared at his four children, so much trust in him, so confident that he knew what he was doing when he himself wasn't at all sure. He rubbed his eyes wearily. "Or I thought I did. But what if I'm wrong?" he said desperately. "What if it turns out that I was just dreaming? I'd have built all our hopes up for nothing." "Then we'll turn around and go home again," Montaro said. "But we'll still be together." He stood up and went to where his father was standing by the wheel. "Would you like to sleep some more, Dad?" he asked. "You still look worn out. We can call you when we get there." Miyatsu looked at his son in surprised gratitude. Montaro looked and sounded so much more mature than his age, even given the accelerated growth rate of their species. For a moment, Miyatsu's heart swelled with love and pride in his children. They had accepted his decision to go charging off on what could still turn out to be a fool's errand, chasing after a vision that might have been brought on by the broken heart of Pershan Syndrome. Not only had they accepted it, but they'd joined him in it. Even if -- even if Aiko truly was dead (and Miyatsu swallowed hard against the desperate fear that he might have hallucinated the whole encounter), these children were her legacy to him. He nodded acceptance and stood to one side, letting his son take the wheel. Even though Miyatsu doubted that he'd be able to sleep for the three hours until they sighted the mainland, still he decided he may as well go on down to the cabin and rest. The catamaran was in good hands. \* Miyatsu managed to doze on and off over the next couple of hours, lulled by the constant drone of the catamaran's engine. When he finally awoke fully, the cabin was in darkness. He wondered what time it was. Lazily, he reached with his mind towards the light switch on the wall. He flicked the switch using telekinesis and gasped in pain. He sat up suddenly, his eyes wide, the sharp needle-like pain still stinging unpleasantly inside his head. He breathed deeply, then got to his feet slowly. Turning on the light had hurt. Gazing around the small room for something light to manipulate, he reached with his telekinesis for the pillow on the bed. *"Aaargh!"* He dropped to his knees, his paws at his forehead in raw agony as jagged shards of pain sliced across his brain. It felt like sandpaper being rubbed over his mind; he fought not to retch. Over the next few minutes, the pain eased enough for him to get shakily to his feet. A horrible fear gripped him. In his desperate search for Aiko's body, had he completely burnt out his psychic powers? But as he managed to focus his still-watering eyes, he realized the pillow lay beside him where it had dropped onto the floor. And the light had come on. So his telekinesis still worked, but caused him acute distress to use. Facing the cabin's mirrored wardrobe door and steeling himself, he tried to shield from light. With a flicker, his reflection vanished, and Miyatsu breathed a sigh of relief. That wasn't painful and it was easy to maintain. He must have overextended only his telekinesis this last week, levitating more or less continuously while he searched the globe. He dropped the shield and his reflection reappeared in the mirror. But this presented a problem. Aiko had said she couldn't walk. Stubbornly, he clung to his vision and the conviction that it had been real. If he was wrong, he'd deal with it later, somehow he'd deal with it. But for now, he was going along with it, to the extent that a rescue attempt had to be planned. So. She'd said she couldn't walk. He'd been assuming he'd levitate her out; but what if he couldn't? He'd carry her in his arms if he had to, but he was still weak physically as well as psychically, and wasn't sure how far he'd get or how long it would take. And he wanted to get her safely back on board the catamaran and headed home before it was discovered she was gone. It could take hours if he had to keep stopping to rest. He frowned, frustrated that he couldn't achieve something that his four eldest children could do so easily... *Something his four children could do so easily.* The recollection of the four of them assisting him home after his emergency psychic SOS rose in his mind: Montaro and Mieko with their arms under his shoulders, supporting him strongly, Hanako and Hideaki levitating themselves and adding their adolescent telekinetic power from underneath to help bouy them up. Miyatsu had been faltering when they'd found him, his tail skimming the surface of the sea as his exhausted powers flickered. But working in concert, the four children had achieved something that Miyatsu could no longer manage alone: transporting a weight heavier then themselves several kilometers safely back to Shima. And Aiko was small, and weighed little... He hesitated, arguing with himself. The children weren't kittens anymore, but neither were they adults yet, and the urge to protect them from danger was strong. But how dangerous was it really? To all intents and purposes, they'd be invisible to both human senses and scanners and could cast the light shield around their mother as well while they stretchered her out and back to the boat. And the crux of the matter was that he couldn't manage this by himself, not anymore. He really, really needed their assistance. Miyatsu climbed the short flight of stairs leading to the deck. Mieko had taken over the wheel from her mate; Montaro was curled up with his two smaller siblings over by the mast. Hideaki and Hanako were asleep, but Montaro opened his eyes and pricked his ears forward as soon as his father appeared on deck. Miyatsu felt his eldest children's greeting fill his mind with warmth. Montaro stood lithely without waking his younger brother and sister and joined Mieko and Miyatsu at the wheel. "I tried to persuade them to go down to the cabins to sleep," Montaro explained. "But Hidi-kun wanted to stay on deck. And Hanako-chan wouldn't go if he didn't. So I let them stay." "We're almost there," Mieko said, her eyes fixed on the glow of lights ahead. "That's Kagoshima. But I don't know how to navigate us to Raikatuji wharf." She moved aside and let her father take over the wheel. "You've done a good job, both of you," Miyatsu said after a moment, his eyes also on the lights of Kagoshima in the distance. "But I have to ask more of you. I've exhausted my telekinesis over the past week. I can't levitate at all, not so much as a grain of sand, without pain. A *lot* of pain." As his two children's concern flooded his mind, he shook his head. "I don't believe it's permanent. It happened once before, twelve years ago in Shanghai, when I contracted Pershan Syndrome the -- the first time. But now I have the problem of getting your mother safely away without her abductors finding out at once. She told me in the vision, or dream, or whatever it was, that she can't walk. She'll need to be carried. I was going to levitate her, but with my telekinesis so depleted... " And he trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid. Mieko and Montaro were listening avidly, their tail tips flicking restlessly. "We could levitate her!" Mieko said enthusiastically. "Like the way we helped you yesterday, Dad!" "And we can cast a light shield around ourselves and Mum," Montaro added. "That's what I thought as well," Miyatsu agreed. "I don't think we'll run into any danger, not if we're all invisible. We can just avoid any humans we come across. But I don't want to leave Hideaki and Hanako on the catamaran by themselves. They still need adult supervision and support. They'd better come with us. And they can help too." He hesitated, but the children had earned his candour. "I didn't thank you properly for coming to my aid yesterday," he told them seriously. "I was almost done when you showed up. I would have drowned out there, all alone. Thank you. And thank you for coming with me tonight, for trusting me so much. If -- if Aiko is truly dead, well, you children will be my reason to stay alive -- " Before he could say anything more, both children had enveloped him in a group hug. Mieko was crying and Montaro was not far off it. If the truth be told, Miyatsu was feeling none too steady either, although how much of that was due to Pershan Syndrome was unclear. He rested his forehead against the tops of their heads affectionately. Finally he disengaged from them, looking towards the lights. The mainland was perceptibly nearer. He took the wheel again and steered the catamaran for the Raikatuji Centre's wharf. \* All five of the family had shielded from light and now stood by the door of the entrance into the Raikatuji Clean Energy Facility. Miyatsu was keeping track of his children using his cat sense of smell: the two younger children were by his right side, with Mieko on his left and Montaro bringing up the rear. A sign stenciled onto the glass door showed that the facility was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Through the door, they could see a single security officer sitting at the reception desk, watching a re-run of last season's GMA circuit match on television. "Stay close," Miyatsu told the children in a low voice. "I'm going to open that door. When I do, you have to get inside the building before the human can get to it. Hold hands so you don't trip each other up, and wait for me over by that far door." He paused for a moment as he listened to them organize themselves into a line. "Are you ready?" A couple more scuffling noises, then there came a soft chorus: "Yes, Dad," "Ready, Daddy." Miyatsu had a page torn from a magazine held in one paw. Now he reached up to the light sensor which activated the door. He dropped the page, which became visible again as soon as it left his touch and fluttered to the ground. The glass door slid back smoothly, and Miyatsu felt the movement of air as his children hurried through. The security officer glanced up and lifted his eyebrows in surprise when he saw nobody. Miyatsu slipped inside as the door was closing again, whisking his invisible tail up and out of the way just in time. The officer came around the desk warily, one hand on the stun gun in its holster on his belt. The door slid open again at his approach. He relaxed as he saw the slight breeze outside had blown an old magazine page up against the door, activating the sensor. He picked the page up, crumpled it and threw it into the wastepaper bin next to the desk before settling back to watch the match. \* Due to being operational all day and night, the facility had many shiftworkers about, either at their workstations or walking along the corridors. The invisible family needed to dodge more than once as groups of humans nearly walked into them. Despite this, they reached the elevator without mishap and still undetected. Miyatsu studied the buttons as they entered the empty elevator before pressing the one marked "Level 10." As the lift started down, the family one by one flickered back into visibility. "Be ready to shield again when we stop," Miyatsu told the children. In the bright light of the elevator, their eyes were wide, their ears pricked forward alertly. All four faces had an air of excitement with no hint of nervousness. Miyatsu envied them their childish sense of adventure. He himself was becoming more and more anxious. What would he do if, after all this, he found only empty corridors? The fact that the underground labyrinth existed had so far kept his flagging spirits up; he couldn't have imagined all of this, could he? But doubt still niggled in his mind... Mieko's ears went back in sudden surprise. She grabbed her mate's hand. "Montaro! Do you see what I see? Tell me I'm not imagining things!" Montaro gasped. "Dad! I can see Mum's psychic signature!" *"What?"* Miyatsu had been so immersed in his thoughts that he hadn't bothered to engage his psionic power, but at his children's words, he did so. And there, yes, over there, was a faint smudged glow of blue-green light! Miyatsu focused on it hungrily, closing his eyes for a moment in order to see it more clearly. When he'd been searching so desperately, he'd swooped to investigate any light that remotely resembled Aiko, only to be disappointed time and time again. But this was unmistakeably *her*, his mate's soul, gaining strength and definition as the elevator descended, shining like a beacon for her family to follow! The lift came to a smooth halt and the door slid open, but the family didn't bother to shield anymore. Their psionic power was fully engaged, and the corridors ahead were empty of any sign of life, apart from a muddy yellow soul hovering near the blue one. They didn't need directions now. The children hurried to keep up with their father, who had dropped to all fours and set off up the corridor at a fast, loping run. \* Miyatsu skidded to a sliding halt before a heavy metal door which marked the end of corridor South 10, his expression managing to be both eager and frustrated all at once. He rose up onto two legs again and turned to his children as they came panting up behind him. "I don't dare try to unlock this door with my telekinesis," he said. "Montaro, Mieko, do you think you could focus your telekinetics onto the lock together and break it?" The two eldest children glanced at each other uncertainly. "We -- we can try," Montaro answered. He reached for Mieko's hand and together they faced the door. "On three," Mieko murmured. "One... two... *three!*" Looks of intense concentration appeared on their faces. The air seemed to thrum briefly as their adolescent psychic power lashed out, merged, and focused on the door, pushing, wrenching, searching for any weakness in the metal. With a sound like a gunshot, the door was blasted off two of its hinges and swung open a few inches before sagging drunkenly on the one remaining hinge. Montaro kicked it open the rest of the way with one strong foreleg, and they were through the last barrier between them and Aiko. With a casual wave of his hand, Montaro lifted the yellow soul that was Nurse Rin into the air, holding her suspended off the ground. At her shriek, he clicked his fingers and her mouth snapped shut, muffled sounds of fear and outrage coming from her. But Miyatsu was already at Aiko's bedside, gathering her in his arms, sobbing with relief, unable for the moment to speak coherently for the emotion hammering through his body. The children clustered as close as they could, adding their joyful feelings until the air itself seemed to shimmer with happiness. "Oh, Miyu!" Aiko was crying, too. "I knew you'd come for me!" Miyatsu drew back a little. He rubbed his cheek tenderly against the top of Aiko's head. "My little mate, my heart," he sobbed brokenly. "Oh, Aiko, my Aiko! You're *alive!*" "We're going to carry you out!" Hideaki said. "We came along to help Daddy!" "We're going to shield you from light and all go home together!" Hanako added. "They've done a wonderful job tonight," Miyatsu told her huskily. He glanced at the various monitors beeping away as they registered their patient's vital signs, fear clouding his face. "What has Sakaki done to you, my Aiko? All these machines... " "Miyu, I've been sedated and can't move," Aiko said. "Please, *please* take that needle out of my arm. I want to get out of here before -- before Sakaki decides to come back and finds you -- " Miyatsu's paws were shaking so much with the force of his emotions that he couldn't grip the small needle. Instead it was Mieko who turned off the drip before taking the needle between her human-shaped fingers and deftly removing it from her mother's arm, swabbing the small bleeding spot left behind with a tissue. She then busied herself removing the heart-rate and blood pressure monitors, each one as it was removed eerily going to a flat-line monotone. Miyatsu flinched; the nightmare he'd been living the past week had included that sound every time he'd tried to sleep, the memory of his soul-mate arching off the bed, her eyes fixed to his in mute agony as she died, and all he could do was watch helplessly... *It was faked,* he told himself, trying to calm the desperate hammering of his heart that the sound evoked. *My Aiko is here, warm and alive and coming home to Shima. It was just pixels on a screen.* "What about her?" Montaro asked, indicating the nurse who was still making stifled sounds of fury in mid-air. Miyatsu glanced across at Rin and felt a roll of anger at Sakaki's accomplice. He took the sedative bottle on its mobile stand and rolled it over, gesturing to his son to lower her. Miyatsu extended his claws and held one paw threateningly in front of her face, the claw-tips lightly touching her cheek. Rin's eyes had gone wide and terrified in her pale face. "You allowed this to happen," he snarled. "You let my mate be brutalized and tortured and did nothing to stop it." He took her arm and jammed the needle into the vein at the elbow, using his extended claws to clumsily turn on the drip. "Let's see how *you* like it." Rin's struggles against Montaro's psychic hold slowed, ceased. Her body went slack and her eyes rolled back. Montaro let her slump unconscious to the floor. Miyatsu turned and went back to Aiko. Slipping one arm behind her back and the other under her knees, he picked her up, smiling down into her eyes. "When I tire, you can take over," he answered the unspoken questions of his children. "But just for now I need to hold my mate in my arms." \* Aiko was safely tucked up in bed in the catamaran's main cabin, having been efficiently shielded from light and stretchered out of the Raikatuji Clean Energy Facility by her family. They had managed to exit the building when the glass door opened for a large group of employees finishing their shift. The whole family had marched out in their wake. It was a tight fit, but the family was now squeezed into the smallish cabin. Miyatsu sat on the edge of the bed, holding Aiko's hand, and looked about at the children with pride. The catamaran rocked gently at its mooring. "I have to ask one more effort from you tonight," he told them. "I need you to take your mother back home to Shima. I can't come with you; I need to stay here a little longer." "What?" "Why, Daddy?" "Come home with us!" "Why do you have to stay, my Miyu?" Aiko asked quietly, already guessing the answer and dreading it. Blue eyes met brown seriously. "I know now how Sakaki really feels about me," Miyatsu answered. "I know he hates me. But he can't be allowed to do what he likes to my family without consequences. This ends tonight." Aiko couldn't feel his emotions anymore and realized he was shielding. She had a little strength returning to her body now, and she clutched his paw tightly in fright. "Please, don't take him on tonight, my love! You're still weak, he'll kill you!" Miyatsu shook his head. "I have to have this out with him. He'll try to wipe all of us out once he realizes you're gone." "Miyatsu, no! We'll radio ahead to Shima, get Mum and Dad to call the police. Let the human police deal with Sakaki! Please come home with us... " She trailed off, knowing that stubborn look meant he wouldn't be swayed. He held her hand against his face in apology and licked her palm, his tongue curling about her wrist tenderly. Still holding her hand in his, he said, "You know Yutaka and Kagami will never hear the radio at home. They'll only think to check it when they get up in the morning and find us all gone. And if we went to the police here on the mainland, how many hours would it be before they act? They'd waste time taking statements, getting their precious facts, when we know that the moment Sakaki finds you've escaped, he'll flee. And once he's on the run, he becomes so much more dangerous, not just to me, but to you and all our children. Who knows what he'll do once he knows we've thwarted him? He still has money and contacts all over the world. I don't intend to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder and jumping at every shadow." Aiko stared at his hard expression. "Miyu, you're frightening me! Are you thinking of killing him? He's sick, not thinking right with the drugs he was taking." Miyatsu put one shaky paw to his forehead wearily. "I -- I can't kill him," he said tiredly. "He's still my brother. But he needs to answer for what he's done, Aiko. Drugs or not he's responsible for his actions. Let the children take you home, and when you get there, call the mainland police to come and pick him up. I'll keep him in his office until they arrive so that he can't slip away in the meantime." His mental voice continued in her head for her ears alone. *Please understand, my little mate, why I have to do this. I'm not going to run from him like some scared animal. We have to settle this business face-to-face.* Aiko could see his mind was made up. She nodded slowly, her face working as she tried to hold back the tears she could feel threatening. "Oh, be careful!" she whispered. "Come back to me on Shima afterwards! Don't let him -- h-hurt you, please!" The last word was a sob. Miyatsu gathered her in his arms again, holding her tightly against him. "How can I live if anything happens to you?" she gasped against his chest, hearing his thudding heartbeat and wondering wildly if it would be for the last time. He rubbed his cheek lovingly against her forehead. *Live for our children's sake, my heart. But I must do this, if only for my own self-esteem. As a... man.* \* Miyatsu stood on Raikatuji wharf staring out to sea long after the catamaran had disappeared from view and the drone of its engine could no longer be heard. Finally he turned with a sigh, jumped down to the sand and began to trudge towards the treeline, over the top of which towered the glass and concrete block that was the Raikatuji Building. Miyatsu was certain that his office would be the first place Sakaki would come to in the morning, still several hours away. And if he decided instead to visit the Clean Energy Facility, Miyatsu would still see him arrive, as this area was the main access-way to the beach. He took up position behind the thick trees screening the stadium, where he had a good view of everybody coming and going while remaining unseen. He thought about the impulse that had made him stay here while his family continued on to Shima. It was complex. He knew he should wait until he was stronger, but perhaps perversely, he wanted to face Sakaki without the safety net of his major psychic power. Just the two of them, each no stronger than the other. Equals. Not only that, but Miyatsu had the uneasy feeling that if he put off the confrontation he'd never again have the courage to face the man he used to think of so fondly as his brother. He needed the impetus of his anger to carry him through this. His anger at what Sakaki had done to Aiko. And of what he'd tried to do to Miyatsu. He hadn't lied when he told Aiko he couldn't kill Sakaki. But Miyatsu needed the truth from Sakaki for once; he needed to hear from his own lips how much the man hated him, however painful it might be. He wanted to strip away the mask of easy charm and super confidence and expose the real Sakaki underneath. Only then could Miyatsu allow the emotional scars to heal. Then perhaps he could sleep without waking in gut-clenching dread from dreams of a flat-lining monitor. Dawn was still some way off and it was getting chilly. Miyatsu curled himself into a heat-conserving ball on the ground and settled himself to wait for the sun to rise. He didn't see the moonlight reflecting off a pair of alert eyes a little distance away, carefully upwind and sitting behind some discarded boxes between two smelly garbage skips. \* Mieko had the wheel, her gaze fixed on the horizon as the mainland receded swiftly behind them. Hanako was still down in the cabin with their mother, but Hideaki emerged onto the deck after a little while to keep his older sister company. "Will Daddy be all right?" he asked finally, wistfully. Mieko flicked her eyes to her little brother. "Yes." Her tone was positive. "But he's still sick, Mieko-chan. And he can't use telekinesis." "Dad's strong," Mieko answered. "Remember the times Mum told us about how he beat Sisyro on the circuit when he had Pershan Syndrome? Mum said he was only skin and bone and fur, and his telekinesis had gone then, too. But he still won the match!" Hideaki looked around. "Where's Montaro-kun?" he asked in puzzled tones. "I thought he was up here with you." Mieko smiled smugly. "That's another reason I know Dad will be okay. After we left, Montaro shielded from light and levitated back to the beach. He'll make sure Dad comes home to us!"

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Title: 14 Days on the Mountain Pt. 09 Tags: interracial, cum swallow, les, games, anal, m/m, fist, group *Before you read this work, please note that it is adult oriented and very sexually explicit. Also, it is very lengthy and broken into 10 'parts' that should be read in order. Most of them will stand on their own, but certain nuances of the story will be better understood if each part is read in succession.* PART IX (day 12) When Tiffany and I awoke the next morning, we cuddled and kissed for a while before heading downstairs. Upon arriving there, we found Mark, Cheryl and Kelly sleeping on the floor of the game room, still naked of course. The two women were laying huddled close to Mark, one on each side of his muscular frame. They seemed content and happy and I came to the conclusion that they had finished off the evening with a satisfying three-way. The other three men were nowhere in sight and I figured they were in their rooms, still fast asleep as well. So we crept into the kitchen and quietly made some coffee and found something to eat. After the coffee was ready, we both got a cup, took the English muffins we had prepared and discreetly moved out onto the deck. We ate our breakfast, enjoying the morning view of the lake and lighthearted conversation, mostly centered on the previous day's activities. Tiffany confided to me that her posterior was a bit tender from our round on the dock, and that she was generally stiff all over. For that matter, I was too. All of us had spent a good deal of time in the water and wrestling about, not to mention the sex we had. "A day in the sun sounds good to me," I told her. "Yeah...that sounds like a good idea," she replied. Then she laughed and added, "Of course that's what I thought yesterday morning too!" Thinking quickly, I responded to her remark, "By the way...Where did that oil get to?" She shot a mocking glare at me and retorted, "Not today, Buddy Boy!" then added, "It was great and all...but not today." Still taunting her I said, "What's the matter? I figured you'd be ready to try Mark back there today." Her eyes bugged out and she laughingly sputtered, "Holy shit... No way! I can't imagine anyone taking that thing up there. It's hard enough to put anyplace else." We laughed and teased each other for the next several minutes and there was little doubt that we had developed a very close relationship. I knew it was going to be a difficult parting when the time came for us to go our separate ways, probably more so for her than for me. But I put that out of my mind in order to enjoy the teen's company while I had the opportunity. After a while, we heard the door sliding open and turned to see Kelly, coffee cup in hand, coming toward us. "Morning..." I offered. "Is it?" she replied, still half asleep. "How late were you guys at it?" I questioned. "I don't know..." she said, "....but it was late...or early...something," as she moved to the deck railing and looked out toward the lake. About that time Mark walked past us and grumbled, "It was around 2:30 this morning..." He too had a cup of coffee and strolled right up beside Kelly and grabbed a hand-full of her plump ass. "Man you can go girl," he said, while squeezing her butt. "Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly the only one going and going and going..." she joked. A few minutes later Cheryl joined us too. Leaning over and kissing Tiffany on top of the head, she said, "Morning Sweetheart," and then flopped into one of the chaise lounges. "Morning Mom," the girl replied, then asked, "Did you have a good time last night?" Cheryl smiled widely, nodding her head and said, "Oh yeah....!" She took a long pull from her own cup, and then greeted me also. The five of us began to talk, and the trio verbally replayed their adventure from the night before, for Tiffany and me. The gist of the story was that after Tiffany had blown all the guys and left, Mark had managed another hard-on and was virtually attacked by Kelly and Cheryl. The other three men were too pooped to pop and excused themselves. The remaining three had screwed each other every which way imaginable, with the women both having a couple more orgasms each. It finally concluded with the pair licking and sucking Mark's pecker until he was able to launch one last load onto his six-pack abs. Which, Cheryl informed us, the two women shared, licking and kissing until it was gone. Their story was quite a turn on and my dick was growing by the time they finished their sordid tale. Cheryl took note of my condition and continued to tease me. "Maybe we should do that to you, Mike," she quipped. "Yeah...Okay," I replied, trying to feign indifference. But she was not going to let me off the hook that easy. "And then, after we've sucked up all of your cum, we'll lick and suck on you until you're hard again," she said with a smile. Taunting me further, she added, "When you are nice and hard, maybe we could tie up Kelly so you could screw her ass again...You seem to have a knack for that." By now my organ was at full attention, which was exactly what Cheryl was trying to accomplish. But Tiffany came to my rescue by chastising, "Mom?...Stop teasing the poor guy!" Cheryl laughed and conceded, "Oh, alright... Sorry, Mike, but I couldn't resist." "That's okay," I told her, "Just remember that payback's a bitch." "Promises, promises..." she mocked with a wink. After a few minutes, we had gotten into normal, non-sexual conversation and my boner had dissipated. It wasn't a good deal longer before we were joined by Paul and Dave, and lastly, Tom found his way onto the deck. We spent the rest of the morning horsing around and then grilled some burgers for lunch. Afterward, some went for short hikes, while others opted for boating, and some of us remained at the cabin. I was content to snooze the afternoon away and headed for the hammock I had been in when this whole wild spectacle began. I awoke to the sound of laughter coming from the direction of the boat dock. I rubbed my eyes and twisted around to see who it was, finding Cheryl, Tiffany, Paul and Tom coming up the trail. Tiffany cut off, through the thick grass surrounding the cabin, and headed in my direction. She was still laughing about something as she broke into a trot, her succulent young breasts jiggling on her chest as she neared me. Upon reaching the hammock, she flopped down on top of me, nearly spilling both of us to the ground. I struggled to keep us upright and we eventually managed to settle into the mesh, lying side by side. She snuggled against me and asked how my nap had been. I replied with a simple, "Fine," and then, with a yawn, I asked her if she had enjoyed her afternoon. "Uh-huh...we had lot's of fun," she responded with a sigh. "I bet you did," I smugly stated. "I'd be willing to bet that you and your mom got laid, didn't you?" I tested. "Nope," she returned, adding, "But I got horny!" with a giggle. "Horny huh?" I pondered and then teased, "Too bad you don't know anyone who could help you with that." "Yeah it is," she stated flatly as she reached into my groin to fondle my cock and balls. I immediately started to grow in the grasp of her small hand and moved my own hand to her chest, grabbing her right breast. We laughed together and then launched into a long, wet kiss as we continued our seriously heavy petting of one another. We were just beginning to really get into it when we heard a voice from the cabin. "Hey you two...Quit diddling each other and get your asses up here and help with supper." We looked up to see Kelly's nude form leaning on the deck railing, motioning us to the cabin with big sweeping gestures of her arm. "Well...shit!" I exclaimed in bogus frustration, then said, "Don't forget where we were...We'll have to pick this up later." Tiffany grinned and said, "Oh, don't worry...I won't," as she tumbled out of the hammock. I followed, awkwardly climbing out of the tipsy device. I took Tiffany's hand and we strolled to the cabin and set about our 'chores', helping to prepare the evening meal. After the meal was finished and everything cleaned up we spent the early evening with a few drinks on the deck, watching the sun set. As the evening wore on, we continued to indulge in the spirits, and by about nine o'clock everyone was in one stage of intoxication or another. For the most part, we were just in that happy, less inhibited (as if that was needed) state, feeling the buzz but not what I would consider drunk. Tom, however, was pretty well gone. As I said earlier, he never could hold his liquor. I think we all knew that he was going to be headed for real trouble if he continued to imbibe, so we gently encouraged him to call it a night. Finally, after "one more round", as he requested with a slur, we convinced him and he struggled up the stairs to his room. "He's not going to be much good in the morning," Dave snorted. The rest of us debated what we should do, growing tired of pool, darts, and the like. Somehow we landed on the old game of "Truth or Dare" that most of us played in Jr. High School. Quite frankly, I didn't know what kind of 'dare' could be used as a consequence with this group, but we all ended up going along. As it turned out, the dares became quite enjoyable with most of them being things like 'eat Kelly's pussy for five minutes' or 'have your cock sucked 'til you're ready to cum and then stop'. While the dares were being carried out, we all observed and it was almost like watching vignettes of porno movies, only they were live! As the time passed, so did more alcohol, causing the game to get increasingly...how can I put this...I guess 'kinky' would be a good term. It came to my turn and I chose the 'dare' which turned out to be, to my chagrin, jacking off one of the other men. And the kicker was the stipulation "until he cums". To say the least, I was reluctant to complete my task. I mean, my interest has always been women, without the faintest desire to trifle with men. I wasn't even sure I would know what to do or how to do it. I figured I would just to go back to the dry spells and high school days, drawing on self-experience to guide me. Of course, I was sure that the ladies would be quick to set me straight if I faltered. I weighed my options and tried to remember which one of the guys had been the quickest shooter, hoping to get this over with as fast as possible. I settled on Dave, because I figured Paul's swinger lifestyle might have him conditioned to last. And from their morning tale, I remembered that Mark had been royally screwed by Cheryl and Kelly the night before, so I expected that he wouldn't be very likely to shoot quick either. "I guess it's you, Dave," I said as I moved to take a seat next to him on the couch. "Be gentle with me," he teased in a girlish tone, embarrassing me that much more. His dick was already nearly completely hard, as was all of the men's from the previous activities, and I took it in my hand. To my surprise, once I got into a rhythm, it wasn't all that bad. Like most things that we don't really want to do, the thought is usually worse than the action. I stroked up and down his shaft with the encouragement of the group while Dave just sat there silently. After a few minutes, Tiffany came to my aid by snuggling up close to me and whispering instructions in my ear. "Not too fast..."she said, "Squeeze his cock, but not too hard." Before long I was working his tool like it was my own and he was showing the signs of my efforts. It came to a point when he finally leaned his head back, eyes closed, and I think he had put the fact that another man was pulling his pud out of his mind. I must've been doing something right, for within a couple more minutes, Dave was spewing his load, the goo raining down over my stroking fist. The rest of the party cheered their approval as he erupted, and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was over. I released his still twitching dick and looked down at the sperm on my hand. I held it out and asked, "Now what in the hell am I supposed to do with this?" Kelly chirped, "Lick it off, silly," which brought a round of laughter from the whole group. "Not my flavor," I retorted as a towel was pitched to me by Paul. "What a waste..." she grumped as I wiped the sticky mess off of my hand and wrist. "Well here ya' go, if you want it that bad," I jeered, tossing the soiled towel at her. She caught the linen and snapped a quick comeback, "I'm not in the mood for used goods." Equally as quick, I shot back, "I'm sure someone can provide you with fresh." "Ooo..I hope so," she cooed, bringing another round of boisterous laughter. Now that I had completed my dare, it was my turn to pick on someone else. Remembering Cheryl's teasing that morning, I decided this would be a good time to exact my revenge. "Cheryl, Truth or Dare?" I offered. "Hmmm..." she mused and then answered, "Dare!" Quickly, I challenged, "I dare you to let Tiffany fist fuck you." She gave me a long look and then smiled, replying, "We don't have any lube, and I'm not nearly wet enough for that." "I've got some!" Kelly chimed in, rising from her seat. "I'll be right back," she added as she hurried out of the room. "Well... What are you waiting for?" I posed, grinning at the seemingly apprehensive Cheryl. "All right," she responded and moved from her chair to a large open area on the floor. As Cheryl got into position on her back, knees sticking up and legs apart, Tiffany scampered to the floor and took a position between her mom's thighs. The young woman dove right into the luscious twat of the older one, and began licking away. The men were all wolf-whistling and catcalling by the time Kelly reappeared, with a large bottle of sex lube in hand. She tapped Tiffany on the shoulder with the bottle, and then placed it in her hand as the girl reached out without looking up from her ministrations. After the teen took the bottle from her, Kelly settled onto the floor next to Cheryl, making sure she had a front row seat for the show. With Tiffany continuing to eat Cheryl's pussy, Kelly moved her hand to the woman's chest and playfully tweaked the hardening nipples centered on her rounded melons. It wasn't long before Cheryl's face was showing the telltale signs that the other girls were getting her motor running. Tiffany, knowing her mom well by now, pulled away from her crotch and popped open the bottle of lube. She drizzled a goodly amount on Cheryl's clit and let it run down her slightly parted labia. Working the slippery liquid into the crevice, she easily slipped two fingers into her mom. "Mmmm..." came the woman's response. After working those two fingers in and out for only a brief period, the teen added a third finger and continued to pump them into Cheryl. As she did, she started dribbling the lubricant onto her pistoning digits and then along the back of her hand and thumb socket. When she was satisfied that she had applied enough, she sat the bottle down and clicked the top shut. She paused and withdrew her fingers from Cheryl's snatch in order to smear the clear lube over her entire hand. While she did this, I moved from where I was seated to between Kelly's lounging form and Cheryl's hip, affording myself a better view. Paul, Mark and Dave followed suit and also gathered close to watch the exhibition. Tiffany excitedly asked "Are you ready Mom?" to which Cheryl simply replied "Yeah... Go ahead." The teen closed her hand, fingers outstretched and in a cone shape, as she had done with Kelly, and then poised them at her mom's vaginal entrance. With her left hand, she worked the labia apart and inserted the tips of her lubed fingers. Slowly she pushed into Cheryl's spreading pussy until nothing except the butt of her hand was visible. "Uhhh-Hummm..." Cheryl growled as the girl pressed into her. "Okay... Here we go," stated Tiffany, before drawing her hand back a half inch and then pushing harder into the widening hole. "Ughnnnnnn," Cheryl groaned as the teen's hand stalled again. "Keep pushinnggggg," she grunted, her face reddening and the veins on her neck popping out. Tiffany did as instructed and pushed harder. "Oh-Oh-UhnnnGawwww...." Cheryl wailed as the teen's hand disappeared inside of her. She lifted her ass off the floor, pulling Tiffany's arm with it, and tossed her head from side to side. When she settled back to the carpet, Tiffany began working her arm in a very short pumping motion. She kept this up for the next few minutes, adding more of the lubricant as she did. Cheryl, obviously enjoying what was happening, continued uttering sensual moans and expressions. Snapping the bottle closed and discarding it once more, Tiffany asked, "Ready for stage two?" talking to Cheryl as if she were the only one in the room. "Uh-huh," the older woman panted. Without a sound, the blonde began tugging her hand outward, then letting it return, more and more of it becoming visible with each pull, and Cheryl grunting in unison, "Uhhh...Uhhh...Uhhh." Then, suddenly, the whole thing came cleanly out of the woman's gaping cunt with a slurping sound. Immediately Tiffany shoved it back into the dark, wet hole, eliciting a shriek of pleasure from Cheryl. The youngster repeated this process once more and then set into a steady rhythm, stroking her entire hand in and out of her mom's flooding pussy. Cheryl was nearly delirious with pleasure at this point, panting and grunting like an animal in heat. Kelly leaned forward and started to tease her heaving breasts with her tongue, nipping at the blood engorged nipples with her lips and teeth. I took it as a cue and, twisting myself so that I could snake my hand into Cheryl's groin, sought out her clitoris with my fingers. I glanced around and found the other three males all wanking their hard cocks as they took in the spectacle. I couldn't blame them; If I hadn't been engaged in the activities, I probably would have done the same thing. I turned my attention back to the fisting display as I felt my own pre-cum dripping onto my leg. While Tiffany continued her pace, almost punching her fist into her mom, Kelly and I worked in harmony, increasing our efforts as Cheryl's inevitable climax neared. A few moments later, Cheryl heaved upward and her body tensed. She cried out, "Uh-Uh-UhhhhhgggGGAWWDD!" with the orgasm overwhelming her mind and body. As she contorted, I worked feverishly on her love button, causing her to hump the thrusting hand of Tiffany that much more. I almost expected to see the teen's fist pop out of Cheryl's stomach at any moment. Finally, Cheryl pleaded "Uh-Uh-Oh god... Please stop," as she pushed my hand away. Lowering her ass back to the ground, she grasped Tiffany's arm, I assumed to get her to pull out. But, to my surprise, she held it in place, buried deep within her and, gasping for air, said, "Wait...a couple...minutes." As far as I was concerned, Tiffany could wait all she wanted, but I couldn't. I needed to put my dick somewhere and knew just the place. So, without hesitation, I moved lower and to my left and was soon nuzzling my tongue into the crack of Tiffany's sweet little ass. She got the idea quick enough and parted her legs for me to access her better. After lapping at her goodies for a bit, I raised up and grabbed her hips, hefting her into a slumped over, kneeling position. I shuffled forward, cock in hand, and pushed into her young, wet pussy. She squealed an approving "Oooo...UhhhHuh," as I slid almost entirely into her on the first thrust, her hand still stuffed up Cheryl's snatch. I fucked her slowly for about five minutes and was beginning to wonder if she was ever going to free herself from Cheryl. It was just at that moment that I noticed Cheryl release the girl's arm, indicating her readiness to have the invading fist removed. Very gently, Tiffany worked her slimy hand out of her mom's vagina, causing the woman to once more twitch and wriggle on the floor. "Oh God, Sweetie, that was sooo good..." she cooed, still a little out of breath. I stopped in mid thrust and complained, "Hey, what about me and Kelly? We helped you know." "Yeah..." Kelly chimed in, sitting up and crossing her arms in phoney disgust. "Sorry... Let me rephrase. That was sooo good, you guys," she amended, causing us all to laugh. Cheryl raised up to a sitting position forcing Tiffany to move, and in turn, slip off of my prodding pole. "Guess we're done..." I croaked with no particular recipient in mind. "Not by a long shot!" Tiffany returned with determination in her voice. "But I need to wash some of this lube off first," she stated, then added with a giggle, "Unless someone else wants a fist job." Not getting any takers, the teen scampered to the kitchen to clean herself. In the meantime, Cheryl, still sitting on the floor said, "Okay... My turn." After some thought she looked at me and asked, "Truth or Dare, Mike?" The last time I took the dare and wound up jacking off Dave, so this time I played it safe and answered, "Truth." Everyone 'booed' me, then quickly quieted so Cheryl could ask her question. But before she could, Tiffany hopped back into the room saying, "Wait, wait... I want to hear." When she was seated next to me, Cheryl proceeded with her question. "What's the riskiest time you've had sex?" I thought for a moment and then said, "I guess it would have to be right after I got out of high school..." Then I went on to tell them that I had graduated at 17 and was dating a 16 year old semi-nympho, and how we fucked on the couch in her house. We were lying under a blanket watching T.V., and my girlfriend had conveniently worn a pair of loose gym shorts, with no panties. I unzipped and slid into her from behind, through one of the gaping leg holes. Her Mom was upstairs in her room, we thought, and we were nearly caught when she decided she needed something from her car. She walked right past us while my dick was buried in her daughter. "We were always taking chances like that; screwing in her room and stuff when her mom or sister were there," I concluded. "Kelly, Truth or Dare?" I quickly questioned, hoping to get back to something more exciting. "Truth," she answered. "Let me see....Would you like to be fucked in the ass by Mark?" I asked, just to see if her response would be similar to the one I'd gotten from Tiffany that morning. Amazingly, she blushed, then replied, "My God, I don't know if that thing would fit in my ass... But you asked for the truth and the truth is; Hell yes!" Mark's eyes lit up and for a moment I thought he might take her up on the statement right then. "You slut!" Paul teasingly shot at his wife, which she was quick to rebuke by saying, "That's right... And you love it!" evoking another bout of laughter from the group. Still laughing, she said, "Okay Paul, Truth or Dare?" We all quieted to hear his response. He looked at her intently, as if he were trying to determine what she might challenge him to do, then answered, "Dare." All eyes turned to Kelly to find out what she might conjure up for her husband. With an evil gleam in her eye, she proposed "I dare you to give Mark a blow-job." You could have heard a pin drop as we were all stupefied by her command, and I was silently thankful that all I had to do was jack someone off. "Shiiit, man...I ain't gay!" Mark protested. Kelly chastised him, "Oh hush up. A blow-job's a blow-job. Just close you're eyes and pretend it's me." After a bit of teasing from Cheryl and Tiffany, he yielded and agreed to go along with the game. I was a little puzzled by Paul's indifference to Kelly's challenge as he moved to the floor in front of Mark, who was leaning on the end of the pool table. My curiosity didn't last as I found myself abruptly distracted by Tiffany, as she rose from her seated position and moved her body over mine. She lowered her butt into my lap and after fidgeting around briefly, came to rest with my hard-on lodged in her love tunnel. By the time she was settled, Paul had already begun his work on Mark's mammoth tool. He was kneeling, one hand on the black man's thigh and the other wrapped around his thick shaft, working his lips over the end of the stiffening member. From where I was sitting, it looked to me as if Paul had some experience at his task and again, I was a bit curious. We all watched, as for the next ten minutes or so, Paul worked up and down the ebony rod. I was surprised to see him take in about half of the huge black tool, withdrawing and then working the tip again. He stroked the lower portion of the shaft while licking around the huge head and then stuffed it back into his mouth, as deep as he could. I found myself strangely turned on by the sight, not that I was interested in men, as I said earlier. But I have to admit that there was a great deal of eroticism attached to the act we were witnessing. And I don't think I was the only one experiencing the excitement. I noticed Cheryl scoot close to Kelly where they shared some brief whispers and some heavy petting. Several minutes passed as Paul continued fulfilling his 'dare', then he sucked hard on the big head of Mark's schlong, one last time, and turned to his wife. "There...Happy now?" he questioned her. "Hell no!" she started, adding, "Blow-jobs usually involve a cum shot." He grinned and shook his head, "You made no reference to a cum shot," he debated. "Well if all we wanted to see was you sucking him, I would have simply said 'suck his dick'," she argued. Pushing the point further she proclaimed, "The term 'blow-job' implies more than just sucking." Then she began a chant, "Cum...shot...Cum...shot...Cum...shot," encouraging everyone else to join in, which we all did. After about thirty seconds of this chanting, Paul gave up, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to squirm out of his quandary. As Paul turned back to Mark, taking his monster cock into his mouth once more, Tiffany wiggled her ass in my lap and giggled quietly, "This ought to be good." With Paul's head beginning to bob up and down the black cock, Kelly moved toward them and said, "Here... I'll help you out." I expected to see her kneel beside Paul, but instead she lowered herself and worked her head into her husband's crotch. She started sucking and licking up and down Paul's pecker, matching his efforts on Mark. I couldn't help but to wonder how many times they had done this type of thing before, since it was now pretty obvious that this was not their first. I watched the trio over Tiffany's shoulder for a few minutes before I noticed Cheryl moving toward Dave. Apparently she had grown restless, or possibly felt left out, and wanted some action. Upon reaching him, she dropped her face into his lap and took his hard stick in her mouth. She worked up and down his pole for a few minutes and then climbed on top of him, similar to the way Tiffany was mounted on me. But instead of just sitting there, she started humping away on him. Her large breasts bounced around wildly as she rode up and down on his dick, and I was sure that she would last a lot longer than he would at that pace. She knew it as well and pulled off of him after only a short time saying, "How 'bout you eat me for a while, Sweetie." While they rearranged themselves, I turned my attention to the teen, still mounted on my manhood. I brushed her hair away from her left shoulder and started applying soft kisses on it. I worked my way upward, toward her neck, nuzzling and kissing. As I did this, I reached around and into her groin, searching out her clitoris. I gently rubbed the nub while nibbling on her neck, causing her to mutter appreciatively, "Mmm...that feels nice." Her hips began to rock in my lap making my dick slip in and out of her ever so slightly. The feeling was incredibly sensual and I was simply in heaven. My free hand went to the girl's chest and I commenced rubbing and pulling at her stiff nipples, as I listened to the unmistakable sounds of sex around me. Cheryl was getting into the licking that Dave was providing, moaning and urging him on, while there were only slurping noises coming from the others. After a few more minutes, I heard Mark start adding grunts and growls to the noises, so I looked up to see what was happening. Paul was still diligently sucking his ebony boner and stroking it rapidly. Kelly remained on the floor, orally servicing her man and fingering her bushy cunt. It was quite the sight and I decided to watch them for a while longer. I could tell by Mark's body language that he'd gotten past his original complaint, and was now enjoying what Paul was doing. In fact, he was enjoying it so much that he looked like he was nearing the point of no return. His growls soon turned to dirty talk as he got closer and closer to release. "Oh yeah...suck it, suck it good," he said, continuing with similar, one-sided conversation. Just about then, Tiffany shifted and pulled off of me. At first I thought she was just lifting up to begin fucking me in earnest, but I was at a loss when she raised completely off my prick. Still hovering over me, she leaned forward and then pulled back toward me again. Turning to face me, she again straddled my lap. In her hand was the bottle of lube which she flipped open and shot about a teaspoon of into her hand. She closed the bottle and set it down, then started to coat my dick with the liquid. After she had me lubed up, she moved up and, reaching behind her, started lowering herself until the head of my penis contacted her asshole. I was surprised, but delighted, that she wanted to try again so soon. She kept pressing downward until my cock entered her tight back door, causing her to let out a quiet "Uhhnn." Pausing for only a moment, she pressed on until I was firmly inserted, about half way into her. She stopped and I could tell by her facial expressions that she was finding it difficult. I was about to tell her we could try again later when she pushed down harder, driving me nearly to the hilt in her butt. "Uhhnnggg-awwd," she puffed as I filled her ass. "Are you Okay?" I asked her tenderly. "Uh...Uh-Huh...I will be..." she replied through pursed lips. "We don't have to do this," I said, trying to give her an easy out if she wanted one. "But I ...mmmm...want to," she panted before leaning forward to fill my mouth with her tongue. While she kissed me she lifted her backside a couple of inches and then forced it back down, impaling herself totally on my shaft. "Mmmm..." she moaned into my mouth, then breaking the kiss continued, "OhhhFUCK!" By now, of course, she had drawn the attention of everyone else and they were watching closely as the girl stuffed her asshole with my rod. Cheryl chastised her daughter saying, "Watch your language, young lady," and then laughed, garnering a chuckle in return from Tiffany. This seemed to ease the girl's tension and soon she was banging away on my rigid dick. Mark's eyes were glued to her hind-end as she rode me, and the sight must've been enough to push him over the edge. He announced his impending eruption, giving Paul just enough time to pull his face away, before launching his load. The stream shot forward a good two feet before dropping to land on Kelly's body as she scrambled from her place on the floor. She raised up next to her husband and caught the rest of Mark's ejaculate on her face and in her mouth, taking over in Paul's stead. When Mark's orgasm was finished, Kelly slurped off the last bit of his cum and left him standing there, his pecker hanging limply. She lowered herself to take Paul's meat into her mouth again, and they shifted so both of them were in a more comfortable position. While Paul had been carrying out his dare, Kelly's work had been slow and methodical, but now she was on a mission. Like a lion that's tasted the blood, she'd tasted the cum and wanted more. She worked feverishly on Paul's manhood and quickly had him humping into her face, closing in on his own finish. As Tiffany continued grinding up and down my shaft, Paul grunted, "Ah-Ah-I'm gonna cum...Uhhhhh," and let loose with his load, Kelly never releasing him from her lips. I watched as she kept sucking on the head of Paul's dick, making him twitch and thrash his body until he couldn't take anymore, forcing her to stop. Reluctantly she rolled away from him and surveyed the room in search of more action. Dave had mounted Cheryl by this time and was humping away on top of her on the couch. Seeing no opportunity there, she turned to Tiffany and me. Climbing over me, she moved into the chair that I was leaning against and worked her ass literally over the top of my head. Her legs dropped on each side of me and I'm sure her furry cunt was spread wide above me. Tiffany took the hint and leaned forward, my dick still in her ass, to attend to the wanton woman's needs. I was now in what was probably the most uncomfortable position that I have been in, before or since, while engaged in sex. After only a couple of minutes, I voiced my discomfort and suggested we find a more conducive situation. The girls had no complaints, and within a few more minutes we were back at it, Kelly now siting in the chair and me stuffing my cock up Tiffany's poop chute from behind. She was on all fours, between Kelly and me, once more lapping at the woman's bushy gash. A short time later I could feel myself nearing the pinnacle, but I knew that Tiffany wasn't there yet. "There's a blonde here that needs some help getting off," I announced to anyone, soliciting their aid in bringing Tiffany to climax. Paul answered the call, "Gotcha' covered," and quickly hit the floor, sliding between both mine and Tiffany's legs. He went right after her snatch and started licking and sucking, which caused the girl to moan into Kelly's cunt. Mark joined us, kneeling beside Tiffany and reaching in to find her stiff nipples. He pawed at her breasts and pinched the hardened buds until she was squealing with jubilation. Her muff squelched cries told me that she was now also well on her way to release, and I pumped her for all I was worth. In a matter of moments I knew that I was going to bust my nut and grunted, "Here...it...comes!" My cum blasted into the teens anal depths as I drove fully into her one last time. She raised from Kelly's sopping pussy and let out a long, low "Uhhnnggg," which was quickly followed by the beginning of her own climax. "Uh-Uh-Uhhh... Ohhhhhh!" she wailed as her orgasm peaked and crashed down on her. As she bucked and spasmed, her already tight asshole clamped down even more on my spent dick. I remained buried in her rectum, loving the sensation of her anal muscles milking the jism from me. I looked up and found that the girl had replaced her tongue with three fingers in Kelly's vagina, and she was sawing them in and out at a furious pace. Her other hand was snaked around and feverishly strumming her counterpart's clitoris. From the look on her face and her body language, it seemed that Kelly was also getting very close to cumming. Even though Tiffany's thrashing had settled down somewhat, she continued to moan and flinch. I looked down to see Paul still sucking at her cunt and fingering her clit, while Mark was pulling at her nipples even harder than before. It became apparent that they weren't satisfied getting her off once, they intended to make her cum again, if she would let them. I wanted to extract my sensitive dick from the teen's bowels, but just couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm not sure if it was the incredible feeling I was experiencing, teetering on the brink of pleasure and discomfort, or the fact that I thought having my dick shoved up her ass might make her cum harder, but for some reason I remained inside of her. The more intensely the men exerted themselves on her, the faster and more studious she attended to Kelly's hot box, and in a few moments that attention paid off. Kelly busted out with a loud outcry of "Oh-Oh-Ohhhhhshiiitttt!" as her ass bucked up off the chair. Almost at the same time Tiffany's body tensed and she reached her crest, for the second time in just a few minutes. Her small body shook and tossed in front of me as the relentless men teased her erogenous areas through her climax. Her blonde hair flew wildly about as she tossed her head, crying out in ecstasy over and over, "Oh fuck, Oh fuck...Oh-Oh-Oh." By the time the men stopped tormenting her and she had calmed down, I was surprised to find myself rock hard again, still in Tiffany's bottom. I started to stroke in and out of the girl again, but she looked over her shoulder with pleading eyes that told me she had undergone enough for the moment. I gently withdrew from her depths and she nearly collapsed to the floor. I looked up and caught Cheryl's eyes as Dave continued to ram in and out of her. She saw my condition and motioned me toward her with the universal one-fingered 'come here' signal. I got to my feet and stepped over to the couch where she quickly grabbed my hard-on in her left hand. As Dave, grunted and filled her pussy with his goo, she started jacking me off. When Dave pulled out and climbed off of her, I shifted and put one knee up on the couch beside her. I reached into her crotch and started rubbing her clit, then moving downward, I inserted a couple of fingers into her spunk filled pussy. I worked them in and out while I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb, and she was soon humming her appreciation. She kept stroking my slimy cock as I fingered her and before too long we were both at the brink of orgasm. I increased the pressure on her love button and her stomach began to flinch as the climax neared. Within moments, she let out a low "Uh-Huuuuuhhhhh," as she came, her hips rising from the couch. My fingers toyed with her for a bit longer and then I eased up and ultimately moved them away from her pussy. As the pleasure waves began to subside, she increased her efforts on my cock and shortly thereafter I pulsed out another load of cum, most of it landing on her hefty boobs. A minute or so after the last of my cream had been coaxed out, I leaned forward and said, "Thanks for the hand," with a breathless chuckle, then kissed her. "That's okay," she whispered, and then added, "But you better be ready to do that inside me tomorrow." I kissed her again, our tongues finding one another, and then replied, "I think that could be arranged," as I shifted into a sitting position next to her abdomen. I brought my hand to her chest and started massaging my juice into her tits, rubbing intently over her areolas and still hard nipples. Closing her eyes, she smiled and, still whispering, instructed, "Meet me at our tanning spot about one o'clock tomorrow." After a slight pause she finished by adding, "And bring Tiffany." I pushed my lips back to hers, tongue-fucking her mouth, the thought of the next day filling my mind, until I heard Paul say, "Kelly, Truth or Dare?" I looked at Cheryl and mused, "I thought the game was over." But I guess Paul wasn't going to be satisfied until he had gotten a little revenge on his wife. When I turned around I instantly had a pretty good idea what the dare would be if she chose it. Mark's pecker was nearly at full attention once more, and Paul was sitting on the floor, grinning, with the bottle of lube in his hand. I'm not sure if Kelly knew what her husband had planned or not, but she replied, "Dare." Paul's eyes shined while he told her what she had to do. "Suck me off..." he began. Kelly interrupted him, "Well hell, that's an easy one!" But quickly Paul rebuked her, "I'm not finished...." He began again, "Suck me off, while Mark fucks you in the ass," he told her. Her eyes widened, then she meekly replied, "I'll try." Cheryl sat up and said, "I gotta see this." I looked down at Tiffany, still lying in the crumpled heap on the floor, apparently fast asleep. "I wouldn't mind seeing it either," I said, "but I'm wiped out....and I think somebody needs to go to bed," I continued, pointing at the girl. Cheryl chuckled and nodded her head saying, "Yeah, you guys pretty well did her in." By this time the trio of Mark, Kelly and Paul had assembled themselves to complete, or at least attempt, the dare. Mark took the lubricant from Paul and as he opened it, Cheryl called out, "Here, let me help you..." and moved off of the couch and toward him, stepping over her sleeping daughter. While I sat there, contemplating what to do, I realized that Dave was no longer present. I guessed that he had seen enough action for the evening as well, and had gone to bed. Deciding that I was just too tired to remain, I knelt down and scooped the sleeping blonde into my arms. As I stood up, I saw Mark preparing to enter Kelly's behind, and I paused to watch for a moment. With Cheryl holding the woman's ass cheeks wide spread, he pressed the huge head of his dick against her anal opening. A few seconds later she screeched out, "UHHHhhhOH MY GOD! Oh God Stop...It hurts...Oh-ho." Mark stopped pushing and asked, "You want me to take it out?" Kelly replied, "Huh-uh...oh-ho...just wait a ....ummm....couple of minutes." I could tell that if she was going to be successful in completing the dare, it was going to take some time. So I turned and started for the stairs. Kelly's cries had woken Tiffany, who stirred and then wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her to my room.

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Title: House of Venus Tags: justin quickly, justin kissed, love casey, justin groaned, casey grinned, casey back, gently neck, tongues darting, casey asked, enjoy evening Casey sighed, licking the cappuccino froth from her plastic teaspoon and leaning back in her chair. "I don't know, chickie. Sex with Justin is fantastic, but…" "But you want to try something new, right?" Tara, as usual, could read her best friend's mind like a book. "Exactly!" Casey exclaimed. "How did you know?" "Well, before me and Craig broke up, we talked about stuff like that." "Stuff like what?" Casey's ears pricked up. It was Sunday, known to the young women as 'CafeDay,' because it was the only day both friends had free from work. As a managerial type, Tara worked the 9-5, M-S shifts, while as a model for Mens' magazines, Casey was busy most nights. They were seated in a small booth in a trendy café on the Queen Street Mall, drinking fashionable cappuccinos and catching up on a week's worth of gossip. "Unusual stuff, stuff that you don't get to do every day, that kind of thing." Tara admitted. "Tara, babe, you're going to have to be more specific." Tara, looked away, slightly embarrassed. "Ok, just check out this club," she said quickly, handing a small, lavender business card to her friend. "I know a girl at the office whose cousin works there." Tara said by way of explanation, before quickly standing up. "You leaving already?" Casey asked, disappointed at their weekly meeting being cut suddenly short. "Yeah, sorry chickie. Blind lunch date." She shrugged apologetically, rolling her eyes in obvious code for my mother set me up – again. Casey giggled. "Have fun. Don't stay up too late!" "Oh, I won't. Believe me." Tara grinned, grimaced, and left. As she walked away, Casey examined the laminated card in her hand. "House of Venus?" She wondered. Well, it might be worth mentioning to Justin. After all, Tara had said it was unusual, and she needed a surprise for their two-year anniversary next Saturday. \* \* \* "Hey baby?" Casey asked, rolling over in bed to rest her chin on Justin's naked chest, tweaking his nipple gently. "Hmmm?" Justin groaned, a sweet, post-lovemaking smile plastered on his face. "Babe, have you heard of a club called 'House of Venus'?" she asked. Justin shook his head sleepily. "Is it some kind of boutique?" "I don't think so, Tara gave me this business card on CafeDay, she was kind of embarrassed about having it, I think. Wanna go check it out?" "When?" "What about Saturday night? I want to do something different for our anniversary. Something special." "Ok sweetie, whatever you want." "Aw…" Casey grinned, and curled up against Justin's warm body to sleep. \* \* \* Saturday night rolled around, and Casey and Justin prepared to go out. The plan was to share a romantic dinner at Manicis', hit their regular club for a few hours, then check out 'House of Venus' to investigate. The dinner was amazing. Justin had arranged a candle-lit table by the window with a seaside view, and over desert, presented her with a beautiful ruby drop-pendant on a liquid-silver chain, which he fastened gently around her slender neck. Having already phoned the enquiries number on the business card, Casey knew just what was in store for her lover that evening, and promised that he would have his present soon. After the meal, Casey and Justin met up with a few friends at the Sly Fox Inn, and spent the next few hours sipping cocktails and rum-and-cokes respectively. At 11:30, the pair politely excused themselves, among catcalls and lewd suggestions, and laughingly, caught a cab to the address printed on the card. They paid the fare and found themselves out the front of a huge mirrored warehouse, similar to the one where Casey's first modelling job had taken place. "Well, this brings back memories." Justin commented, remembering their first meeting as model and photographer. Casey just smiled at him, and led him through the door to the counter. The woman behind the glass counter wore nothing except a sheer black negligee on her perfectly formed body. She smiled at the couple as they approached her. Justin cleared his throat nervously and looked to his girlfriend. This was not what he had expected. "Name please?" The woman asked in French-tipped accent. "Oh, of course. The reservation's under Casey." Casey said. The woman checked her reservation book and smiled. "This way please." The three stepped through a heavy black curtain, and into a brightly lit hall. Justin was a little worse for the alcohol he'd consumed, and his eyes wandered to the woman's perfectly rounded ass cheeks as she sashayed in front of them. Casey, who had deliberately stayed fairly sober, felt a small pang of jealousy. Justin, able to sense her feelings, quickly squeezed her hand and kissed her on the cheek. He smiled at her. "Your ass is much nicer." He whispered. The woman ushered them into a small room, then followed. "Welcome to the 'House of Venus.' My name is Jacqueline, and I will be your host this evening." Jacqueline smiled. "Is this your first visit to our couples only exclusive club?" Casey nodded. "Yeah, it's our anniversary. I wanted to do something different." "Well, then, I had better explain the procedure." Their host smiled. "From here, I will lead you to the bathrooms, where you will be bathed and cleaned. From there, you will enter the viewing room. I will meet you there to discuss your options. I do not want to ruin your evening by revealing all too soon. Follow me please." Jacqueline led the way down the hall, to an elaborate bathroom. As it was in Roman time, there was a huge sunken, steaming pool in the centre of the room. Other couples were sitting together, being lavishly soaped by young men and women in skimpy swimwear. Jacqueline asked them to strip down, then took their clothes to a locker and left them alone. "Would you care for something from the Substance Bar?" A feminine voice asked from their left. Casey and Justin followed the voice to find a blonde woman, dressed just like Jacqueline only in red, standing behind a plush bar. Justin had quickly sobered up from the shock, and asked the pretty lady what she meant. "Your Substance Bar allowance in included in the cover charge, which I am informed, has already been paid. We do not serve any addictive drugs, but you are welcome to help yourself to what we do make available." Selecting a joint each, Casey and Justin smoked to relax their nerves. Both were naked, and feeling self-conscious. They allowed a young man and woman to lead them to the bath. The water was delightfully hot, and they sat hand in hand as their bathers lathered sweet-smelling soaps and oils all over their naked bodies. Feeling the effects of the pot, Casey became more adventurous, and leaned over to kiss her lover, sliding her body onto his and pressing her lips gently against his neck. Their bathers giggled at them, prised them apart and handed them bathrobes to slip into. "Enjoy your evening." They chorused, as the ushered the couple through yet another door and onto a balcony. Jacqueline was waiting for them. "I trust you enjoyed that?" Casey nodded dopily. "Where are we babe?" Justin whispered loudly in her ear. "We're in heaven baby." Casey replied. Jacqueline motioned them closer to the balcony, and for the first time they could hear moaning on the floor below. Curious, they peeked over the balcony and gasped simultaneously. In one corner there was one huge bed, roughly the size of six king size beds. In the other corner was a huge, steamy hot tub. Stationed all around were sexual apparatuses. But the most amazing thing was that, everywhere the eye could see, there were beautiful, sexy men and women, orally stimulating each other. "As you can see," Jacqueline began, "our employees are not permitted to have intercourse with one another. This must be saved for the clients. However, they must spend their free time stimulating each other to ensure that they are ready to serve a client at any time." Casey and Justin just stared, unable to believe their eyes. "From your booking I see that you have a Class C Reservation. You are therefore entitled to select only two of our employees for your pleasure, and are limited to one man only." Jacqueline continued. Justin looked at Casey in wonder. "Is she serious? Did you know about this?" he asked her. "Some of it, yes. I didn't know about the procedure or anything, I just knew there was sex involved." Justin frowned suspiciously. "Is this about wanting to have sex with another guy?" he asked. "No! Sweetie, this is your anniversary gift. No other men, only girls." "Three girls?" Justin's drug-fucked mind was quick to comprehend. "You pick one, and I pick one." Casey suggested. They browsed what was on offer for ten or so minutes. "All right. I choose her." Casey pointed to a pretty Asian girl with long silky dark hair. She was currently standing in the spa, expertly gliding her tongue around another girl's pink pussy, making her moan and writhe on the edge of the tub. True to form, Justin soon selected a busty blonde, her sexy lips wrapped tightly around the huge cock of one of the men. "Splendid." Jacqueline announced. "This way please." Again, Casey and her boyfriend were led away through another door, and down a hall and into a luxurious apartment, complete with big-screen television, a lounge room, bedroom and bathroom. "Enjoy your evening." Jacqueline smiled, and left. Justin turned to his girlfriend. "Are you sure you want to do this? How much did this cost you?" He asked her, his face creasing in worry. Casey smiled reassuringly. "Babe, don't fret." She told him. "I've wanted to try something different for a long time. It'll be fun, ok? Just promise you'll save your 'special stuff' for me, ok?" "Promise. I love you Casey." "Aw…I love you too Justin." They kissed, but broke apart when they heard the door open. The women they had selected walked in wearing sheer negligees that seemed to pass as the uniform here. The blonde in black, the Asian girl in white. As Casey and Justin were already sitting on the lounge, the girls sat on the opposite side, stunning legs crossed demurely. "Hi, I'm Alaska," the blonde began, "and this is Sia." She said, indicating her Asian companion. "I'm Casey, and this is Justin." Casey completed the introductions. "I'm told you two are partial to pot, so we brought some with us." Sia produced two joints, and lit the first one, inhaling deeply and holding her breath, before turning to Alaska and kissing her deeply, exhaling to fill her lungs with the sweet smoke. Beneath the bathrobe, Casey saw Justin become rigid. Taking the initiative, she moved to the other couch, took the joint and took a drag, sharing it with Sia when she was done. Justin moaned, seeing his girlfriend's glossy lips pressed against Sia's naturally dark lips turned him onto new heights. Alaska moved beside him, and offered him the second joint. He felt a little guilty about sharing it with her, but watching Casey and Sia swap smoke, their tongues darting into each other's mouths made him forget any misgivings. Obviously his girlfriend wanted him to have fun. He pulled Alaska into his lap and shared the entire joint with her shiny red lips. Casey meanwhile had finished her joint with Sia, and now the girls were kissing passionately. Sia's hands moved downward and she untied the tie on Casey's bathrobe, slipping the garment from her shoulders. Naked, but for her necklace, Casey shivered as the cold pricked up her pink nipples. "Mmm…" Sia moaned, urging Casey onto her back on the leather couch, before pressing her own semi-naked form on top of her. Propped up on her elbows, Sia kissed Casey's mouth and neck, gliding her tongue over Casey's collarbones. Casey groaned in her drug-heightened pleasure, as Sia moved downwards, swirling her tongue over Casey's firm breasts before taking a stiff nipple in between her brown lips and biting gently. Casey yelped in pleasure. Justin, hearing his girlfriend's cry, looked over to see if she was all right. "Oh, God…" he uttered. He had never imagined that such a sight could turn him on so much. His girlfriend being pleasured by another beautiful woman. He imagined that he could feel real pleasure on his cock. Looking down, he realised it was not imaginary. Whilst he had been distracted, Alaska had moved his bathrobe to the sides, and was gently stroking his impressive length with her slender, red-manicured fingers. "Mmm…Justin, your cock is so beautiful. May I taste it?" She asked sweetly. Seeing that Sia had discovered Casey's favourite pleasure – sucking one nipple whilst rubbing the other simultaneously, he figured it would be fine. "Sure you can." He replied. Alaska slid off the couch, kneeling in her black negligee in front of Justin. She licked her pouty lips, before sliding his stiff length all the way down her throat in one go. Justin gasped. He had known she was a professional but this was an incredible feat. His cock was a thick, eight-inch number and even Casey, experienced as she was, had to work it down gradually. His moans caused Casey to glance over at her lover. She bristled with jealousy momentarily, until Sia moved up to her mouth again. "You know," Sia whispered, "I bet he'd enjoy that more if we helped Alaska out. That's too much cock for just one girl." Casey grinned, knowing that what Sia was suggesting was Justin's ultimate fantasy. "Don't I know it." The girls scrambled over to the other couch, and positioned themselves on either side of Justin. He was leaning back with his eyes closed, and didn't seem to notice a change until he felt three clear tongues, running up and down his throbbing shaft. "Oh, wow…" he groaned, stroking their heads each in turn, running his fingers through first black, then blonde then brunette hair. After a few minutes of licking, Alaska stood up and suggested they retire to the bedroom. Justin almost howled with disappointment, but reluctantly agreed. As he slowly stood, regaining his other senses, the girls all ran ahead of him and dived into the huge waterbed. Justin slowly followed, but paused at the door, seeing that Casey and Sia had resumed kissing, and Alaska was lying behind his girlfriend, tweaking her nipples and nibbling gently on her neck and shoulders. Casey was moaning loudly into Sia's mouth. "Justin? Are you going to join us?" Alaska asked. Justin stroked himself and shook his head reluctantly. "I just want to watch a bit." He explained. "Don't waste your energy baby." Casey reminded him. Alaska slipped the straps of her black negligee from her shoulders, and pressed her naked breasts against Casey's back. On the other side, Sia did the same. Justin moaned as his girlfriend pressed breast-to-breast with Sia, her arms snaking around the Asian girl to slide the white negligee up to expose her beautiful naked ass. As if on cue, Sia rolled Casey onto her back, and she and Alaska removed their only clothing, before taking a nipple in each mouth. Alaska then concentrated solely on Casey's breasts, while Sia moved between her legs, opening her up and admiring Casey's shaved pussy, glistening with her juices. "How do you taste, sweetie?" asked Sia, bending her head to Casey's pussy and flicking her tongue over her little clit. Casey squealed as Sia began to eat her gently, licking, kissing and gently sucking on her clit and lips, and sliding alternate fingers into her moist pussy. Alaska was sucking on her nipples, sending little sharp waves of pleasure all through her body. It was all too much, and within a matter of minutes Casey was screaming as she came hard enough to equal her best orgasm at Justin's hands. Seeing his girlfriend writing on the bed under Sia and Alaska was inviting, and Justin moved to sit beside them, still absently stroking his cock. As he sat down the waterbed rippled, causing the now kneeling Alaska to fall headfirst into his lap. "What have we here?" she asked, before sliding her mouth over his length. Justin groaned. Casey lay back on the bed, momentarily spent, as Sia joined her blonde companion, taking turns sliding their heads along and around Justin's cock, tongues darting out and circling his head. Then Alaska would suck gently on the head, whilst Sia licked his thick shaft. They then swapped, and Sia began deep-throating him whilst Alaska ran her tongue over his smooth, shaved balls, gently pulling one, then the other, then both into her eager mouth. Sia made a growling noise in her throat, her vocal chords vibrating against Justin's throbbing dick, sending delightful waves of pleasure down to his toes. The bed rippled again as Casey, feeling left out, pulled her lover onto his back and began to suck firmly on his small hard nipples, adding to the already intense sensations pulsing through his body. "Oh, god…I'm gonna cum real soon…" Justin groaned, his face contorted with pleasure. Casey joined Sia and Alaska, taking turns sucking him into their mouths. Justin could hold it in no longer, and with a yell he released his pent-up seed, bathing all three girls faces with his sticky cum. Eyes half-closed, he watched, transfixed, as Alaska began licking Casey's then Sia's face clean, then Sia cleaned Alaska, then all three girls turned their attention back to his still hard-cock. "Oh, no more…" Justin pleaded as Alaska slid him down her throat again. "But baby," Casey crooned, sliding up beside him, "we aren't done with you yet." Justin kissed her deeply. "I love you, you know that, don't you?" Casey smiled. "Of course. Would we be here if I wasn't sure?" "I guess we woah! Oh god!" Justin cried. While Alaska had been bringing him back to life, Sia had climbed on top of him, and was now facing the other way, slowly riding his cock. Alaska straddled him in front of her, and the two girls kissed passionately, fondling each other's naked bodies. Then, with a thrust, they swapped, Sia slid back and was replaced by Alaska, sliding Justin's cock into her tight, wet pussy. Intrigued, Casey sat up to watch, and Justin groaned as the pleasure threatened to take him to new heights. The girls swapped again, working in perfect unison as Justin's rigid cock slipped from Alaska's pussy to immediately find its way back to Sia's snug sex. Twice more they swapped, before both dismounted, beckoning to Justin as they slid off the bed and kneeled before it, arching their backs invitingly. Casey joined them, urging her lover to come fuck her from behind, the way she liked it best. Justin quickly obliged, ramming his cock into Casey's aching pussy. She screamed, as he thrust his sizeable length in and out of her with such force and enthusiasm. He gripped her ass in his hands, pulling her towards him with every stroke. Presently, he became aware that Alaska and Sia were groaning in impatience. "Oh yes Justin," Sia groaned from beside Casey, "come do me now." "Yeah, that looks so good. Please fuck me." Begged Alaska. Reluctantly, Justin withdrew from his girlfriend, and slid himself into Sia, then Alaska. Alternating between each girl at random, feeling he slightly different sensations each dripping pussy had to offer. He was a kid in a toystore, sampling all the delights they had to offer him. Alaska decided it was time to change positions. Taking charge, she stood up, pulling Casey with her, then lay her down on the bed, legs dangling over the side. She opened Casey's legs wide, then lay on top of her straddling her waist and opening her pussy lips so that their clits rubbed deliciously against each other. Sia told Justin to leave her, and suggested that he fuck the other two. Justin kneeled before them, and was able to slip his hungry cock into either girl as they ground their pussies together, mouths locked together, sucking wildly on each other's lips and tongue. Sia left the room, then returned, lubricant in hand. She knew Alaska loved to be fucked in the ass, and had already been informed that, although Justin was willing to try this, Casey was not ready to be filled there. While Justin fucked Casey's tight pussy, Sia knelt beside them and began licking Alaska's tight little ass, lubricating her finger then slipping it inside. Justin watched and Alaska yelped as Sia worked first one, then two, then three fingers inside the blonde girl's most private place. Alaska bucked wildly, grinding her pussy onto Casey's with such force that Casey began cumming again. She slid out from under Alaska, as Sia invited Justin into Alaska's ass. She lubed his cock with her smooth hands, then guided him in. When he had a rhythm going, and Alaska was screaming her delight, Sia lay beside them and positioned Casey atop her in a 69 position. Justin was fucking Alaska in the ass, and had a perfect view of his girlfriend's first taste of pussy. Unsure what to do, Casey apprehensively bent her head to lick Sia, her tongue pressed nervously against her clit. Sia moaned into her pussy, encouraging her. "Oh, yes Casey, taste me again. Your tongue is so soft…" Sia groaned, before pulling Casey down and sliding her tongue inside her. Casey again bent her head, sliding her tongue in delicious circles around the other girl's slightly larger clit. As her confidence grew she began lapping at Sia's pussy with wild abandon, feeling her movements mimicked on her own bud. Both girls were writhing and moaning under the other's touch, and Alaska was screaming with pleasure as Justin, spurred by the sight of his lover making love to another beautiful woman, pounded her ass with all the strength he had. Suddenly they were all cumming at once. Alaska cried out and began convulsing as her orgasm hit her in wave after wave, Her ass gripped onto Justin like a vice, milking him as he lost the fight not to cum, and poured his second load of he night deep within the blonde girl's ass. As Alaska bucked, the waterbed rippled, and Casey and Sia had to press their mouths tight against the other's pussy to keep balance, resulting in the pair cumming wildly together, muffled screaming as they continued their assault on the other's clit until both were thoroughly spent. As Justin collapsed, exhausted on the bed, Alaska and Sia took their leave. The happy couple slipped beneath the soft blankets and fell instantly asleep, curled lovingly in each other's arms.

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Title: Mavis Dracula Visits a Glory Hole Tags: fan fiction, gloryhole, vampires, werewolves Today, all fucking day, I was horny. Check that. I was horny yesterday and the day before. And the day before that...as long as I can remember, in fact, I've been horny. But especially since I married a human. I never realized how *boring* sex with a human could be. You would think this wouldn't be an issue. I'm 118 years old-barely legal in vampire years- I have long, black hair that I keep short in the front. Humans would say I'm Goth. I'm slender and love wearing black. Oh, and I have fangs. Almost forgot that little detail. Yikes! I'm Mavis. Mavis Dracula, to be exact. And I've been cooped up in this boring mansion of my Dad's for my entire life. And now that I'm married-you guys might remember Jonathan, my cucked husband-and I've *finally* gotten some dick, I just can't stop touching myself and dreaming of even more cock (and larger cock, as Jonathan's dick is a mere 4 inches. Poor guy.). A little about me: for exercise, I love to turn into a bat and flap around the castle grounds. Sometimes I even chase my friends Frankenstein—easy to catch—and Wayne—not so easy. Along with flying, I enjoy some strength training with light weights. It helps to have a strong core. I weigh 95 lbs. and I am 5 feet flat-short for a vampire. But what I lack in stature I make up for in sexiness! My tits are small but perky, with dark nipples. I like to wear black and red striped yoga pants around the castle, but Jonathan rarely notices. My teeth are straight and white (and very sharp!), my nails are done (I prefer a dark, moody color), and my body is a milky white. My eyes are a beautiful blue—rare for a vampire— and I keep my eyebrows groomed and I LOVE black lipstick. My pubic hair grows in dark and can get thick if I don't trim it. I like to keep it neat (although Jonathan can't seem to care either way). I enjoy manicures. I say all this because I like looking good. And I know I can get laid. But the number of d-bags that come up to me in Transylvania, or message me on MonsterDate (ugh, I'm so done with that) ...it's a real turn off. And I'm really done with my worthless husband. I need new blood. As I was saying, the last few days I've been horny. I've masturbated (mostly just with my fingers, but I have a vibrator I sometimes use) maybe 10 times in three days. And it's just. not. enough. Sometimes I look at porn. A lot of porn. I love the usual: sensual love making, amateur couples, a little lesbian action, an anonymous monster cumming on my face while Wayne fucks my cunt from behind (Don't tell Wayne I secretly love him!) And I LOVE glory hole porn. Some days, that's all I want to watch: just a woman sucking dick through a hole (my favorite is a porn with a woman that goes by the name Freda...look it up, it's kind of hard to find, but it's worth it. She's about my age, looks a little like me is GREAT at blowjobs!). There are several "adult theaters" where I live. But I've never been to one. They just seem so creepy. Always poorly lit areas with only one or two cars out front...no thanks. But tonight...good god tonight! I looked up the google reviews to one close to where I live. I find it funny that they have google reviews. Whatever. Place has a reputation for being clean and having a nice staff. Also Monster friendly! Decided, fuck it. I popped the address into google maps and took off. Oh, forgot to add, I put on a pair of tight blue jeans (dark blue) and a white t-shirt. I didn't want anyone to recognize me in town. I'm kind of a big deal around here. I also put on a small black mask that covered just my eyes...a lacy little thing that I bought on my anniversary...and \*never\* got to use. Seriously, though, nothing looks better than tight fitting ass-huggers and a nice, white T. No bra. I put my coat on and a pair of running shoes (for comfort, and safety...in case I needed to run the fuck out of there). I could always turn into a bat and fly away or just beat the shit out of them (vampires are much stronger than humans) but I prefer to stay incognito. I get to this adult theater in about 8 minutes, already breathing heavy from the anticipation. I must admit, I don't get to this part of town often. It's creepy—and not in a good, monsterish sort of way. I pull into the driveway and circle to the back (as the sign says!). There is a strong light in the back, which is good. I park close to the entrance. There are about ten cars outside. Better than I expected. I walk in. Two people at the counter look up at me, then back to whatever the fuck they were doing. One was a woman not much older than me. I go up to her, tell her I want to pay for the arcade. I didn't even bother checking out the videos and the dildos on the wall. I just wanted the arcade. She takes my $7 I had with me (thanks google reviews!). She gives me a receipt and buzzes me through. Never even notices I have fangs! Damn this place was dark. Made my castle look like a Christmas tree. But my eyes adjust quickly. Before me was a hallway with two rows of booths. They were numbered 1-20. I walked the hallway, doing my best to not look at any of the old dudes lurking around. They creeped me out. Each booth had a video going: gay porn, straight porn, trans porn, you name it. Only one with monsters. A hairy green guy fucking some little human bimbo right in the ass! My fav. Moans came from the darkness. I circled around to my right: another row of booths. Some doors were closed. A dull, yellow light above the door alerted me to the occupied ones. I stayed clear of them. At the end of the second row was a row of booths running perpendicular. I approached them. I could feel the eyes of several men on me. I was nervous. I took the first booth on the wall and closed the door behind me. I latched it quickly, the bolt squeaking as it slammed home. I looked at the video playing: it was a young(ish) woman getting fucked in her ass and cunt by two guys. Not my thing at the moment, so I pushed the buttons. I finally found a porn of a woman licking another woman's clit on a bed. She was a blonde, big tits, with huge fangs. A vamp! Definitely a porn star from the early '00s. Her friend was a petite black-haired heathen with a fox tail. I loved her immediately. There was a chair next to the door and I sat in it. I was worried it would have cum all over it, so I pulled out the napkins I had with me and wiped it down once over and then tossed the paper in the tiny trash can in the corner. There was a large hole on the right wall, but not on the left wall. That's good. Gives me more control. I unbuttoned my pants, my heart pounding. I tried to relax, to breathe. The room was so tiny, even for me! But I slid down a little in the chair, letting my pants drop to my ankles. I kept my panties (purple hip huggers of course) pulled up and slid my right hand under the lace. I slowly massaged my clit while watching the black-haired beauty get her cunt licked nice. I wasn't paying too much attention to the porn, though, because within maybe a minute I heard the door to the booth next to me open and then close. The latch locked in place. I froze. My mind raced: "What if he's ugly, or dangerous, or has an STD... or is really fucking ugly?!" I forced myself to calm down. "Bitch, this is why you came here. So, you could suck a cock through a hole. Now grow a pair and be the slut you dream of being." I waited what felt like an eternity. I could hear the man unbuckle his pants, begin to massage his cock. The noise from the video was a little loud, so I turned the volume down. Now I could really hear him stroking his dick. Much better. Now, at this point, I must say: I am a newbie to this game. But like I told you earlier, I've watched a lot of porn. Especially glory hole porn. So, I knew a few of the tricks. I took a deep breath, and I put my right hand through the hole, just enough for the fingers to slide to the other side, and I motioned for his cock. Then I slid my hand away and waited. It wasn't long. This cock came through the hole, half erect. It was monstrous. Literally. It clearly belonged to a Wolf. It was so hairy and thick! And the balls were \*huge\*. It barely fit through this hole! Honestly, I figured I'd get a tiny dick my first time. Maybe a decent sized dick. Maybe a black dick. Maybe a shriveled old man's dick. I was not expecting this fire hose or a monster dick. And damn was I in need of a quenching. I reached out with my right hand and began to massage the shaft. It grew in my hand instantly. This thing must have been 13 inches. But it's girth! My god, it's girth! I needed that thing. While my right hand massaged this wolfman's cock and balls (he had a hard time getting those through the hole, so I helped him a little with my left hand), I took a condom out of my pocket. Hey, I might be a slut, but on this night, I'm going to be a safe slut. Deal with it. I unwrapped the condom and slid it on. It was so damn tight and wouldn't even go to the base of his cock. Oh well! I took my right hand off his cock and brought it up to my nose. There wasn't any smell. Thank god. I was worried about hygiene. Jonathan smells and I was hoping to find a few clean cocks for a change. I then knelt on the floor, oblivious to the dark-haired beauty on the TV screen. I think she was getting fingered in the ass or something. Who cares at this point? I took the head of his cock in my mouth. Now, a little about me. I love sucking cock. But my mouth isn't big. I can't open it REALLY wide (just "normal" wide, whatever that means). And I must watch the fangs. I know all girls must be careful with their teeth...but trust me when I say, you haven't heard a man scream like a little bitch until you've sunk your fangs into their dick. I tell you this because I could barely get more than the head of this hairy wolfman in my mouth! But I gave it a try, pumping his shaft with my right hand and massaging his massive hairy balls with my other hand. His pubic hair was dark and untamed. It looked nice. It smelled nice, even. Clean. After about a minute the man began pumping my mouth. I was doing my best to create saliva so that I could take more of his dick. I didn't want him to cum, though. I wasn't finished. I pulled my mouth away, grabbing his cock with my hand. I stood up and dropped my panties around my ankles. I could feel my wetness on the inside of my thighs. I was hot. I wouldn't need lube for this dick. Not tonight. I positioned myself against the hole. The wolfman moved back to give me space. I made sure the condom was still on (it was!). I bent down, reached my hand through my legs and began to guide his cock inside me. I pressed my firm ass against the wall. He slowly entered me. Let me tell you, the pressure was INTENSE. Even as wet as I was, that monster dick pushed my walls open. My eyes went wide as he slid a little farther into me. He was surprisingly gentle. I was worried he'd tried to ram his dick in me the moment he got the chance; instead, he let me guide his cock inside, and then gave me short, slow pumps. After about a minute of this, my cunt was ready. I bent over and hugged my knees, giving him better access. I arched my butt in the air so that his cock could penetrate me more easily. He began to thrust. His body was knocking against the thin wall that separated us. I wondered, somewhere in the back of my mind, if we could be heard by the other patrons. Fuck it. I moaned loudly. My legs were already shaking. I had worked them out hard just a few hours earlier, and I hadn't recovered fully from the squats. I bent down to touch my toes, trying to keep myself from falling over. My legs hurt so bad! But I needed it. I took some deep breaths, calming myself (thanks yoga!). Wolfman pumped faster. His dick was fully in me now, engorged. He slipped in and out, occasionally pushing up against my cervix. FUCK. It felt so good. He pumped for another minute. His cock, somehow, grew even more, and then his rhythm changed. He began to climax. I could hear his grunts above my own short, sweet moans. The dark-haired beauty on the screen was moaning as well, the blonder woman fucking her good with a glass dildo. (She had GREAT tits...nice and perky, small, pink nipples). The man thrusts a couple of more times, and then I could feel the end of the condom swelling. And then it popped, and a huge amount of hot semen shot forth! I almost pulled away in fright, but I was in such monster fucking heaven that I didn't give a fuck if he impregnated me at that moment. He pushed into me hard, grunting again as he did so. I let him stay in my cunt as he came to his senses. Slowly he pulled out of me. I turned around to look at the hole just as his cock disappeared. I heard a rough voice say, "Thanks. That was great. You have an amazing pussy." The voice sounded familiar, but I was too weak in the knees to bother with it. "You're welcome," I squeaked. I stood up, my legs throbbing, and pulled up my panties and jeans. I heard the wolfman unlock the door. I was spent. No, I hadn't cum (sometimes that doesn't matter), but I had been fucked GOOD. And through a glory hole. I was so excited, and my adrenaline was through the roof. My whole body was shaking. I needed to leave. I needed to get home, shower, masturbate, go to bed (it's late!), before Jonathan suspects anything. I waited a moment longer, just to make sure he was gone. Then I unlocked the door and stepped outside. There was a line of about eight guys waiting to get into the booth next to me! I blushed and turned my head away. I practically sprinted out of there! Now, I would have loved to have taken more dicks. But this was my first glory hole experience and that cock had me shaking. I sped home, running as fast as I could. Strange, though, as I was crossing over the wooden bridge near my house, I saw a familiar shape...a wolfman trudging along in the moonlight. It was Wayne! I ducked behind a tree and continued home. I wonder what haunts he'd been prowling all night?! I threw my clothes in the wash and took a hot shower. I then immediately went to bed, snuggled up close to my whiny human husband...and slept just like a bat!

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Title: Friday Clubbing Tags: manxman, gay, clubs I was sitting down in the chair in front of my desk, my eyes going over a file I'd been meaning to go over for months and never got around to it. Silence filled the bullpen, and of course it was a bit strange that Ricci had been sitting there working on a file on a *Friday* of all nights. Ricci typically took Friday nights to go out to clubs and pick up women, something I had terrible troubles with, but not this Friday. The clubs Ricci frequented were far from the ones I frequented, and my frequency isn't nearly as frequent as Ricci. If I'm not at one of the clubs I go to, to pick up men, I'm probably at home or working. Ricci goes every Friday, though. I don't. I only go when I'm feeling particularly frustrated. I limit myself to once every two months, if that. Most of the time, I don't even get around to it every two months. But tonight, I was practically aching. I wanted to go out, it's been about four months, but something was off about Ricci. And it was absolutely driving me batty. "Pretty boy," Ricci said, and I jumped, finally noticing that he was standing behind me. "Sorry, Ricci." I said, my cheeks heating up as I turned around in my chair, and I looked up at him. Ricci was leaning back against the desk behind him, looking down at me thoughtfully. "Do you want to go out tonight?" he asked, and I sighed deeply, and looked down at my lap. *Dammit, I can't say no, but I really wanted to get laid...* I nodded silently, and stood up, closing the case file and putting it into my desk drawer. I locked the drawer and grabbed my messenger bag. It was a silent ride down in the elevator, and I was feeling rather grumpy, but tried my best not to let it show. I hate that I can't tell Ricci no. something about the man just made it literally impossible. Maybe it was his deep eyes, or the sexy smirk he wore. Ricci made my insides warm, and my body is on edge. *What a wonderful day to decide to invite me out...* I thought grumpily as I slumped into the car. A few minutes later we pulled into the club parking lot and we stopped, parked, and got out. I was so desperate to get laid; I just... want to be touched. The line into the club was short, and thankfully we got in quickly. I couldn't wait to just get a drink and maybe I'd sneak off into the bathroom with some guy and suck him off... maybe. *Hopefully.* We sat down at the bar, and moments later, we were both served beers. "What case were you reading?" he asked me, and I looked up. "It was a case I was interested in from a long time ago." I said smoothly, not answering. "It doesn't matter." I looked down and took a small sip of my beer. "Well, you must've been pretty ingrained in what you were reading because you didn't even know I was behind you." He said, and I shrugged. "The light is in front of me, therefore creating a shadow behind me, not in front of me." I said logically, and Ricci rolled his eyes. "Leave it to you to know the exact place where the light in the bullpen casts a shadow." He said sarcastically, and looked down at the bar. "It's just l..." I trailed off, as someone sat next to me. I looked up, and saw a handsome man looking down at me. I immediately watched him closely. "What are you drinking?" he asked me, and I blushed, and looked down at my beer which only had a sip taken from it. "Just a beer." I said, and he smirked easily. "I'll buy you a new one." He said, and I smiled softly, looking over the man appreciatively. Muscles, strong jaw-line, and pretty blue eyes the man was certainly a looker. Why he was picking me up made no sense, but I didn't question it much. It's just a beer, and it's unlikely that I'll leave with him since Ricci is here. "Pretty boy," Ricci caught my attention as the man was talking to the bartender. "What's up, Ricci?" I asked him, and he glared heatedly at the man beside me. "Nothing." He practically growled, and glared at the man. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the new beer. "So what do you do?" the man asked, running his eyes over my body, making a certain part of me jump to attention. "He works for the FBI." Ricci piped up before I had the chance to speak. "Oh really?" he asked, intrigued. "You look awfully young to be a part of the FBI." He said, and I smirked softly, putting my hand on the bar as I turned to look straight at him. "I'm twenty three." I answered, and he nodded, licking his lip nervously. "What do you do," I asked him, and he smiled softly. "I'm a fire-fighter." He answered, and I bit into my lip hard. "If you don't mind, I have to run to the bathroom." I said calmly, and leaned into him, whispering which stall I'd be in. I walked into the bathroom, and looked into the mirror tiredly. I really just wanted someone to touch me. I walked into the largest stall, and used the restroom quickly, before flushing and waiting. Five minutes later I heard the bathroom door open, and then the stall to my door opens, and I'm thrown back into the wall before I even have a chance to see who it is. I moved my lips against the lips that'd touched mine hard, and fast. The heat surrounded me, and I gripped the shoulders of the man. In my head I knew I didn't know his name, and having sex with him would be unwise, and I wouldn't take that risk. Our lips clashed together, and I gently pushed him away, too look at him. The man my eyes opened to find wasn't who I thought it was, it wasn't the guy from the bar. It was Ricci. "D-Damien..." I stuttered, looking up at him, my cheeks red and my body hot. The air in the room was thick, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassment flood through my body. "Scottie, you can't hide anything from me." He said calmly, and put his hand on my face softly. "If you were this horny you could have just told me..." he said a real look of hurt on his face. "Damien, you know..." I whispered softly, my cheeks red and hot, "this isn't funny. I don't know why you keep doing this to me." I pushed him away from me hard. He stared at me, his gaze full of heat. "You never give me a goddamned chance." He snapped, wrapping his hands around my wrists and pulling them above my head and pressing them into the wall. "You told me you weren't into men when I asked. You said that it was impossible, Scottie." He said, and I nodded at him, looking down. "D-Damien, sexuality is assigned at birth." I said easily. "You can't just up and decide that you're into men. It doesn't work that way." I whispered, and he groaned. "Homosexual males and females have different hormone levels, and I'm pretty sure you're only doing this because I told you you..." I stuttered, and he rolled his eyes. "Scottie, I'm not gay." He said easily. "I don't find any other man attractive. I don't want to fuck any other man. I don't want to hold any other man. I don't want to protect any other man." He said, and I looked down. The thought of Damien on top of me, moving inside me, and completely controlling me had my body hardening, and I couldn't help but whimper. "I-I don't need..." I whispered, "I don't need... p-protection." "No you don't," he agreed softly, "but that doesn't mean I can't give you it." Damien had me pressed against the wall, and I was feeling slightly light-headed. All the blood in my body was pooling in my stomach and I couldn't help but let out a whimper, looking up at the hands holding me against the wall, helplessly. "D-Damien..." I whispered, and looked up into his eyes. "Come home with me." He whispered back, and stared deeply into me. "If I'm not gay there's no reason you shouldn't. You'll prove that it's impossible for me to get aroused by you, and then you can come back and meet up with Brad." He told me, and I blushed, licking my bottom lip. "If I prove you wrong though," he said, his breath fanning across my face, making me shiver. "I get to have my way with your tiny little body." He told me, and I couldn't help but let out a tiny moan at the thought of him having his way with me. My mind immediately conjured up the dirtiest sexiest things that he could possibly do, and I found myself moaning my acceptance. Damien let go of me, and pulled me out of the bathroom stall, and then out of the bathroom. He paid the bill for our drinks, and shot a glare at the man that'd been flirting with me before. I was pulled out of the bar, and taken to his SUV, and I got in, buckling up quickly. "Whose house is closer?" he demanded, and I took into account where the club is. "My place is exactly ten minutes away, two rights, and one left. Yours is forty-five, two rights, three lefts, and then one more right." I told him, and he rolled his eyes. "You asked." I said calmly, my cheeks heating up. "Your place it is." He said, and drove. The ride was silent, and it wasn't forced, or uncomfortable. Ricci was anxious, but I could feel the anxiousness of the impending change too. I was scared because, what if I am right and he's not attracted to me? But then again, I was excited. What if I'm wrong and he is attracted to me? What does that make him? Is he bisexual, or homosexual? Is he pansexual? He pulled up to my apartment building, and we both got out of the car. I walked into my apartment building, nerves eating away at me. This moment in our relationship would be key. It'd be the one defining moment. Are we a couple, or are we friends? Are we nothing at all, or everything? I unlocked my door, my hands shaking slightly. Damien walked in behind me, and shut and locked the door. We stared at each other momentarily, before Damien stepped forward and kissed me. Our lips moved, hesitant at first, but as they moved together, I couldn't deny the heat... the desire that was encompassing me. Our lips moved faster, my hands gripping Damien's shoulders as he lifted me up by my hips. My legs wrapped around his body, holding us close together. Our bodies were touching everywhere, and it was so amazing... I felt him moving his hips against mine, and I felt him... his dick was pressed against my stomach, and I moaned loudly. He looked down into my eyes, separating us for moments before he began trailing kisses and bites down my throat. My hands clutched his shoulders hard, pleasure making me shake all over. "Scottie," he groaned into my ear, and pulled back away from me. I looked into his eyes, and leaned back slightly. I blushed brightly, my hair finding its way down into my eyes. "Do you want to suck me?" I nodded desperately, my dick controlling me. All I really want is to touch him, to feel him all over me, to feel me all over him... fuck, anything at this point. He pushed me down on my knees and I stared up at him, my cheeks heating up from embarrassment. I blushed and unbuckled his pants shyly. I pulled his dick out, and marveled at it. His dick was amazing; it was long, thick, and absolutely amazing. He was shaved, and I couldn't wait to... I leaned forward and took the tip into my mouth, and moaned quietly. I pulled him deeper into my mouth, and gagged slightly. He didn't give me much of a chance to breathe before he shoved back into my mouth, and I moaned loudly, whimpering around his dick as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. Between pleasuring him, listening to his groans and moans of pleasure, and feeling him deep inside my mouth, not being able to breathe properly, and everything else had me absolutely dripping. I loved the amount of control that Damien had over me, and I couldn't help but whine as he pulled himself off of me and looked down at me. My mouth closed as air filled it, and I missed his dick in my mouth almost immediately. "Do you like sucking me off, Pretty Boy?" I nodded, and looked up at him sweetly. "Please," I whispered, and he looked down at me. "You can beg all you like." He said calmly, "but this is all about me. I want you to be moaning so loud your neighbors complain tomorrow, not this quiet shit." he snapped, and picked me up off the floor and led me down to my room. He picked me up, and then threw me onto the bed. I looked at him, shocked. My elbows held me up as I watched him take off his pants and then pulled his shirt over his head. I moaned quietly, my eyes finally coming into sight with his long hard dick from a distance. He appeared to be bigger than I'd first thought, and the fear of the stretching sank in a bit, but I brushed it off. The pleasure from the stretch would far outweigh the pain. And I do love myself some pain. "Take off your clothes." He commanded, and I blushed, nodding and taking the first button on my shirt between my shaking fingers. My coordination was null as I tried my buttons, and failed. "Scottie." Damien said his voice hard. "One at a time, slowly." He told me, and I moaned loudly, the look in his eyes had me slowly doing as he commanded. My fingers slowly trailed over the buttons of my shirt, undoing each of them slowly, until my shirt was undone. I threw it off of me unable to help myself. My pants were undone quickly, and I pushed them off of myself, blushing at my Star Wars underwear. Damien cracked a smile, and then lay down on top of me, taking special care of my underwear, which he tossed in a random direction after he took them off of me. "Scottie, baby," he said, and I blushed brightly. "Lube is in my top drawer," I whispered, my cheeks heating up. "Do you have a condom?" he asked, and I shook my head no because they wouldn't fit him, and my cheeks turned redder. "I have some small ones, but..." my cheeks were bright red, and he smirked, and I lowered my eyes down. He got into my drawer, and got out the lube. He pushed me up into the center of my bed and got on the bed beside me. "Spread your legs." He commanded, and I did as he told me to. He got between my legs, and put an arm underneath me to hold my ass up. He trailed little kisses down my stomach, alternating between kisses, sucking, and hard bites which caused me to moan loudly, and feel desperate. He made his way down my body, leaving little bites all over my neck, stomach, and abdomen. I knew what he was doing... he was marking me. He breathed on my balls softly, and then down to my hole. A moan left me as Damien's tongue gently caressed my hole. Slowly he ran his tongue up and down my hole. He pressed his tongue into my hole teasingly and it caused me to moan desperately. Damien ran his finger over my hole, and then he sucked on the spot between my balls and my hole. A moan left me as my entire body bucked forward, and I shook all over. "D-Damien..." I moaned loudly, and felt him lick me again and again. It was driving me crazy, so, so crazy. I gripped at his head, unable to find anything to grasp onto. He didn't respond to me, just pulled me closer to his face, and licked me faster. *Faster,* oh shit... oh shit... "Fuck!" I whined, and I pushed down into his face, his tongue felt so goddamned good against my hole. His hand came up and he pinched my right nipple hard, and I moaned. My chest pushed up into his hand, and I whimpered. His hand came down to my dick, and he pulled me hard once, and licked me, his dark eyes looking up at me. The combined pleasure from his hand on my dick and his mouth working on my hole, I came with a shout, unable to control it. Immediately, my cheeks flushed bright red from the embarrassment of cumming too quickly. "Sensitive," he smirked, looking up at me. I bit my lip hard, and looked down at him with hooded eyes. He leaned up and kissed me softly, "Whoever made my pretty boy so sensitive?" he asked and I blushed, and looked up at him innocently. "How many others have there been?" he asked, and I blushed. I would have been annoyed, but I found myself arching into his hand as he pulled my dick in a firm grip and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. "U-uhm..." I stuttered, and bit my lip. "That many?" he asked, and I blushed, and bit my lip. He smirked and looked down at me, his eyes dark, lustful and... angry? He's angry with me? I felt a wave of tears start to try to force their way out. "How many this year?" he asked, and I bit my lip nervously. "T-three..." I whispered, and he smirked. "Alright then," he said easily, and pushed his finger against my hole, causing me to whimper loudly. "You have to cum three times before I'll fuck you." He said, and I whined, my cheeks turning red and sweat enveloping me. I don't know if I can cum that many times... I'm young but not that young... He pushed his finger into me hard, and I whined loudly, my entire body seized up and I grabbed his head and pulled it down to my lips, so that we could kiss desperately. My body pushed into his, and he smirked. He stuck two fingers into my body and I whined. Pain struck me, but it made me feel so great. I groaned and closed my eyes, sucking a deep breath. He scissored my hole, and I bucked down into his hand. He pulled away from my mouth and went down, his hand thrusting in and out of my body and then he enveloped my shaft with his mouth. I moaned, thrusting up into his mouth. "More... more... oh god..." I couldn't help myself. I was chasing my orgasm again, and I couldn't believe it. He sucked on my tip and pushed another finger into my hole just as he found my prostate. "FUCK!" I cried, my hips bucking up and I felt my balls empty into Damien's mouth, my face turning red. My body was so sensitive, and he didn't give me a break. He swallowed around my dick, swallowing my load before he continued sucking me, taking me all the way down his throat. He didn't give my sensitive body time to relax before he was deep throating me. He pulled back off my dick and then put my hands over my head and held them there. He wrapped his hand around my dick and jerked me off. He moved his hand so fast, so mind-numbingly fast and I couldn't help but push my dick into his hand. I was desperately moving my body, and I couldn't control myself. "More. Damien I need you... I need you inside me..." I moaned loudly, and he shook his head no one more time. "Pretty boy you gotta cum one more time first." He demanded, and I couldn't keep from groaning in frustration. Tears ran down my face as I shivered, he sucked my dick into his mouth again, and I couldn't control myself. Before I came, he pulled his mouth away and started moving his hand faster. "Oh god," I moaned, "more... fuck!" I cried, tears of pleasure coming on strong as I moved my body, groaning and begging. "Oh my... oh god... Damien please..." he didn't let go, just kept pumping my member, making me cum again. He smirked down at me as I slumped down on my bed, my body shaking. I closed my eyes, my body humming with pleasure. My entire body felt so good right now. He pushed my legs apart and I whined, opened my eyes and looked at him. He was settling between my legs, his dick standing up, and then he opened the bottle of lube and poured it into his hand. I watched him, feeling hazy. When he went to press into my boneless body, I whimpered, and tried to close my legs. "D-Damien I c-can't cum again." I said and he looked down into my eyes, and smirked. "Did I say you had to?" he asked, and I shook my head no. He smirked and pushed into me. My boneless body just sat there, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure as he slowly pushed into me. Once I felt his abdomen against my ass, I groaned, my dick somehow managed to get hard again, and I moved my hips. I'd never felt this amazing—this full before in my life. "F-fuck..." I whined out, pushing back into his dick as he slowly picked up the pace. He thrusted into me hard, nailing my prostate on the second try and it had me arching up, begging loudly. "Ahhh, D-Damien please, oh god..." I whined, and he kept thrusting. He didn't pause at all, just kept thrusting into me hard. I gripped his back hard, my nails digging into his skin. I had no doubt in my mind if his skin wasn't dark, he'd be bruised dark blue tomorrow. Though I knew he could bruise, I knew you couldn't really tell he was bruised, unlike me. He gripped my hips in his hands hard, and fucked me hard. His grip never loosened on my hips, and I knew he'd leave bruises. I wanted him to. I wanted the bruises. I probably will have bruises on my back from him pushing me into the wall at the club, and then on my chest from the painful little bites and then the marks on my hips from him gripping them painfully hard as he thrusted into my willing and needy body. He brought one hand up to my throat and wrapped it around my neck, cutting off my air slightly. The struggle of breathing had me gasping as he thrusted into me. His dick pushed against my prostate, he was driving me insane. I couldn't help but scream out as he continued using me. His body was so hard, his hand was so tight, but it felt so damn good against my neck. The pain from how hard he thrusted into me, from the lack of air, and the pain of my dick that was red and aching between us, had me needier than I ever thought I could be. I was moaning and whimpering, my body hurt but at the same time, I couldn't stop myself from moving against him. He let me catch my breath for a moment, before he wrapped his hand around my throat again. The lack of oxygen to my brain was driving my senses crazy, and I felt myself arch, my body over sensitive. "P-please..." I whined, and he shook his head no. "Don't you dare cum until I tell you to." He commanded, and I whimpered, nodded, and tried to focus on keeping myself from cumming. He pulled out of me, and then turned me onto my side, and pulled my leg up, and pushed into my body again. At this angle, he was hitting my prostate head on, and I couldn't stop gasping. He wrapped his hand around my throat again, and pounded into me, his other hand gripped my side hard and strong, making me feel weak, vulnerable... oh god... "D-Damien please... more..." I whimpered, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "Deeper!!" I cried, and he smirked and went harder, deeper, and I couldn't help but let out a loud cry of pleasure. His dick was so big, and it was hitting me in so many places, he had me so hazy, and so, so needy. His dick was hitting places no one had ever hit before, and was stretching me in ways that I'd never been stretched. My body was weak, but even though I could barely keep my eyes open, I was opening my mouth, crying out for more, begging for more. I couldn't help but cry, the tears coming down my face, and my dick was absolutely pulsing, red, and painful, but I couldn't stop holding on. I had to keep from cumming. I couldn't cum until he told me to. "D-Damienkkk..." I moaned, feeling everything in my body tense up. "Please... oh god please..." I whined, and I gripped his bicep in my hand, digging my nails in deep as I almost lost control. "Oh my god..." I whimpered, and I couldn't help but let out a desperate cry of need. "Cum pretty boy... cum now." he commanded me, and I felt my entire body tense. My forth orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, making me arch forward, and I screamed loudly. "D-Dereekkkkkkkk!" I screamed my body tightening as I sprayed cum all over my chest and the blankets in front of me. Damien didn't stop moving, he just kept moving inside of me. My entire body was drained but I felt him inside me. My eyes were struggling to stay open, but I couldn't close them. I have to make him feel the same way I do right now. I wiggled my body against his, making him go deeper. "Fuck, pretty boy..." Damien moaned, and I moaned softly. All I had in me was quiet moans. A few seconds later, I felt Damien tense, and then I felt him cum inside me. I moaned, feeling how amazing it felt to be full of him, of his cum, feeling his warm body heating me from behind. I let out a whimper when he pulled out of me. I immediately missed his body being inside mine. I missed feeling close to him. My body was shaking. The light from the room was bright, too bright. My body was sensitive, way, way too sensitive. I couldn't move, or speak. Everything was just so much more... more what, though? My entire English vocabulary had been stolen from me. I bit my lip and laid still. Damien softly moved me over onto my back, and held me close to him. Feeling his warmth sinking into my body easily, it had me feeling safe, comfortable. "Sweetheart, how do you feel?" he asked me softly, and I nodded. "G-good..." I mumbled my throat sore. He smiled softly, and I blushed brightly as what just happened flashed before my eyes. Damien Ricci just fucked me. He just completely dominated me, took me... oh my god... He pulled me closer, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I didn't know that I'd ever get this chance, I didn't think that I'd be able to ever feel this. My eyes closed, and I felt my body sink into the blissful land of sleep. For the first time in forever I slept all night long.

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New Found Feathers Chris cursed as he ran through the woods, hands over his head, trying to keep the rain from soaking through his hat any more than it already had. It figured, come up to the mountains, away from the city, looking to turn what might very well be a national crisis, and have a fun little camping trip, and of course he'd get rained on. The forecasts hadn't said anything about rain, let alone rain so heavy and thick that it had him absolutely soaked in seconds. Chris had been planning to set up camp a bit higher up on the mountain, and with this torrent pouring forth from the sky, he wouldn't be able to get his tent set up properly. The heavy rain obscured most of the forest from view; the world disappeared into a shapeless, blurry mass about five feet in front of the decidedly unhappy camper. He was trying his best to watch his steps in the suddenly slick mud, but Chris lost his footing and went sliding down a hill just in front of him. His curses grew louder and more inventive, the sort seventy year old women shout at their least favorite athletes at pro wrestling events. The sliding ceased, leaving Chris muddy and a little sore, but mostly unhurt, and quite fortuitous, as it had placed him right in front of what looked to be a cave. Thankful for some shelter, Chris crept inside, wanting to have somewhat dry conditions before he went for his flashlight. He sighed over the fact he was now going to be having cold, canned pasta for the next few meals, as the rain would have drenched any prospective firewood. Unpleasant dinner prospects or not, it was still better than being stuck in the city and possibly coming down with Tate-Fairchild Syndrome. Talk about a scary disease, the list of symptoms was about a mile long, and anyone who had it was quickly whisked off into government quarantine, to prevent further spread. There were talks that rather than a disease, it was some sort of biological weapon. The conspiracy nuts were out in full force, speculating everything from pod-people being rounded up that had replaced real people to prepare for an alien invasion, to a psychic attack from extra-dimensional mutants, to that old rural American favorite, the Rapture. Wanting to stay as far away from the wetness as possible, as well as hoping to find a place big enough to set up his tent, Chris continued deeper into the cave, turning his flashlight on. The cave was narrow, but it also seemed to be quite long, as well as sloping gently downward and with the occasional twist and turn. It was quite some time before the cave widened into a small cavern, with enough room to set up a tent, though the space was about the size of your typical house. Water fell in a steady stream in one corner of the cave, making a large pool that covered half the room, the water flowing down into another tunnel that continued downward. The spray from the falling water moistened the half of the room nearest to the falls, but near the entrance it was wonderfully dry. With a sigh Chris eased his heavy pack off his shoulders. The cavern was warmer than the air had been outside, even before the chilly downpour. With a sigh Chris began to step off his wet clothes, not wanting to catch a chill in them, besides, he had several extra outfits in his pack. He had been expecting to stay out here for a few weeks, after all. Everything was covered in mud and Chris figured her might as well scrub it off while it was still wet, and not a dried, caked on mess. He walked over to the pool of water, sticking a finger in to test the temperature. Expecting it to be bitter cold, Chris was surprised instead to find it pleasantly warm. He sighed and took a step into the water, and then another, and another. Soon he found himself waist deep in the warm water. He ducked down into the water, finding the rain's chill fading rapidly. The closer to the waterfall, the warmer the water became. He approached, giving a soft mmm of pleasure as the heat began to sink into his muscles. The waterfall itself was nearly as warm as his shower at home, and Chris found himself delighted at the warmth. The sudden shift from cold to warm made his skin break out into goose bumps, a strange tingle going through him. Chris rubbed the mud off his bare arms, the sweet heat making his skin flush pink. The increased blood flow seemed to sit something else as well. Chris moaned softly as his member began to stir, the water seeming to arouse him. He gasped, wrapping a hand around his length. It felt strangely sensitive as he began to stroke. He gave no thought to the oddness of the act, he hadn't felt horny at all during the walk up the mountain, but the moment he'd stepped under the water fall, all that changed. The sudden, powerful erotic need was something that he couldn't ignore, and it seemed so natural to slake his lusts. Chris leaned against the smooth wall of the cave behind the waterfall and felt his legs bump up against a submerged portion of rock, rather like a seat or a shelf beneath the falls. He took a seat upon it, finding a flat area free of protrusions. He bucked gently into his hand, savoring the sensations of pleasure, keeping his strokes slow and patient. The feeling of goosebumps had passed, leaving Chris's skin smooth, strangely smooth, actually. But Chris gave no indication of being aware of the oddity. Who would notice the slight tickling sensation caused by hairs loosening themselves and falling away, when one's body was being impacted all over by the soothing water? The falls had left Chris perfectly smooth, almost shining. The waterfall seemed to be quite choosey, as the camper's eyebrows and short crop of brown hair remained; brown hair that began to thicken and lengthen. Chris absently brushed his bangs out of his face, tucking them back behind his ears, paying no attention to the wet strands that tickled his shoulders and began a slow crawl down his back. Nor did he notice the gentle pulling sensation that seemed to travel up his body, starting at his toe tips. Even if Chris had opened his eyes and peered downward, he would not have seen the changes that took place beneath the churning water of the falls' basin, nails lengthening and turning a radiant blue. It started first with the toes, not very noticeable at all, but as the change reached the feet, ankles, and calves, it would have been pretty plain to see that something was happening, a force gently reshaping and molding Chris' legs into a slightly different configuration. The force slowly crept up the camper's legs, inch by inch, knees and thighs succumbing to the transformative force. Hips pushing outward in the first true sign of the alteration. After perhaps a minute beneath the falls, Chris found himself with a thick and vibrant mane of hair that trailed down his back, as well as a pair of beautiful, shapely, and most definitely feminine legs. At the waist the changes shifted, moving in several directions. Chris found the stone seat increasingly comfortable, his rump filling out into a plentiful inverted heart shape. The gentle force crept down into his loins, but rather than subtract manhood, it seemed to add it. Chris tilted his head back and cried out with delight, some of the water falling into his mouth. The walk had been quite long and a little tiring, and he found himself a bit thirsty. He really shouldn't drink untreated water, but this warm, sweet water couldn't possibly have anything bad in it. He gulped down a few mouthfuls as he continued to stroke. He brought a hand down between his legs, cupping testes that had become the size of large plums. He unconsciously shifted the way he stroked himself, no longer gripping a mere six inches that fit almost entirely within his hand, but a rapidly increasing length that he had to truly stroke, rather than merely wriggling his hand. The change seemed to jump from member and sack to hands, leaving a proud, twelve inch length where only half such had been before. Matching those of the toes, Chris' fingernails lengthened, taking on the same shade of electric blue. His fingers narrowed, his hands taking on the fine boned, graceful, almost delicate female form that the rest of his body seemed eagerly heading towards. Arms and shoulders followed, all without any comment from Chris. He felt good, felt really good, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good for so long. The hand caressing his balls began to move away from them, slowly moving up his belly. The changes seemed to follow that perfect, gorgeous hand, Chris' middle firming up and narrowing to match the rest of his new form. The hand found its goal, a slight swelling around the nipple that upon contact began to bloom and blossom into an exquisite breast, the other mirroring the transformation. Big, heavy, plentiful, firm, and oh so sensitive, they were perfect, Chris brought a perfect nipple to gorgeous, puffy, deep navy blue lips, a feminine moan escaping his throat. Upon his tongue caressing his sweet nipple, Chris felt his pleasure explode, a lusty cry of pleasure erupting from his body along with his seed and his male identity. Krissi pumped her hand over her cock as rapidly as she could, not wanting to waste this wonderful opportunity. As the incredible climax drained away, she slipped into the water, her long, navy blue tresses floating in the water behind her as she swam in the pool's warm water. She felt that she ought to get out, but something called her back. Krissi swam back to the falls, moaning softly as a delightful ache filled her loins, bringing her back to immediate hardness. She felt something calling to her from behind the stone. One hand reached out, caressing the smooth stone wall, the other caressing her once more expanding balls. The ache within her seemed to be coming from there, a stubborn itch right behind her sack. She rubbed and scratched, moaning softly as she felt a hint of smooth wetness. There was a gentle tug, her balls pulling back a bit, some extra skin seeming to be borrowed for what was in store. The blue haired bombshell stroked the soft netherlips that appeared between her legs, slipping dexterous fingers into the muscular tunnel that appeared between them, her actions guided by a sort of instinctual muscle memory. She had never had a pussy, nor had she even learned how to please one with her fingers. As one set of fingers plunged into her own depths, the others found what she was seeking, hooking a crevice in the stone wall and finding some sort of switch. She pulled it, and a section of stone swung inward. Krissi slipped inside the passage, a lustful grin on her face. The area behind the falls was warm and humid, and she continued to explore her new sex as she went. She leaned against the smooth wall of the cave, her mouth watering, wanting something to suck, and upon reaching the top of the hidden passage, she found that something. The water of the falls poured right past it, an obsidian phallus on a pedestal, covered in markings, several of them glowing a soft shade of blue. With a grin Krissi snatched it from its resting place, sandwiching it between her breasts, the item's length just enough for her to part her sapphire lips and take it in. It felt so right being there, it was so much fun to titfuck, so much fun to fuck no matter what the manner. Her breasts were so wonderfully sensitive, Krissi found herself moaning and bucking just from the caresses she gave herself; giving the stone dildo the best ride it had had in years, centuries maybe; who knew how long it had been there, waiting for her. To her surprise Krissi felt the relic quiver, and she felt a warm torrent of thick, sweet, liquid into her mouth. She kept up her efforts, coaxing her toy to unleash more of the stuff. She gulped it down, disappointed to find that with each pulse of liquid, her toy diminished in size. In a few moments it was gone entirely, and Krissi felt unfulfilled. She suddenly shivered, her body feeling energized, electric. She rolled over onto the floor, rubbing her breasts and member against the smooth, water-slicked stone beneath her. She panted and moaned with desire and frustration. She felt that strange pulling that had accompanied her change earlier, only this time she was aware of it. She concentrated on that sensation, willing it onward, willing it to cover her body. She wanted satisfaction, pleasure, climax, not the teasing and slow caress of patient transformation. Her body responded to her will and she felt the curious force center on her breasts and nethers, only a light tickle spreading over them; mere changes of coloration, her nipples and shaft rapidly darkening to the same dark blue shade as her lips, eyes, and hair. The tingle vanished from her breasts, yet remaining in her groin. She felt her member and sack shift, warp, alter, taking on a bestial configuration that she instinctively knew was called a sheath. Her greatest assets completed, the change progressed as it did last time, at the tips of her extremities heading inward. Krissi watched with glee as her tanned, smooth skin darkened, becoming thicker and harder, yet retaining its smoothness, if not its softness. She watched her little fingers vanish, her beautiful electric blue nails transform into claws, her hands becoming beautiful navy blue talons. Krissi turned and looked down at her feet, her toes were fusing, leaving her with three. She didn't mind, though she was a little disappointed that they number of fingers and toes didn't match. She giggled as she watched the shape of her foot alter as well, a fourth toe appearing from the heel, allowing her to grip things, like a bird. A pretty blue bird! She giggled at that thought. With her mouth open her now dark blue teeth took the opportunity, merging together, pushing forward, joining with her lips, her nose, creating a proper, beautiful beak. Krissi gasped in awe and touched it with her talons. Beneath her gorgeous, shimmering hair, which was rapidly becoming strands of many different shades of blue and white, Krissi felt a tickle. She grinned and closed her eyes, unable to turn and see them, but she could feel their coming. She flexed the new muscles as they formed, connected to brand new bones, beautiful blue feathers sprouting from the new limbs. The tingle in her wings moved beneath her arms, caressing her already plentiful chest. She felt things shift inside, altering, growing larger to provide the powerful muscles that would grant her flight. She flapped her wings, spreading them wide, enjoying the feeling of stretching her new muscles. Then her whole body began to tickle, gorgeous feathers pushing themselves gently out from within her. She was complete now, whole, perfect. Her body longed for climax, but no longer craved it like the animal in heat that she had been moments before. She remembered Chris, she remembered the few blissful minutes she had spent as Krissi, but her true self was something else entirely; something that had rested here for many years, waiting for a world that was ready for such a powerful, beautiful, majestic creature. She fluffed her feathers, casting drops of water away, allowing the runes that marked each feathered shaft to glow for a brief moment before she closed her eyes and reached out to the heavens. It had been so long since she'd been able to do this, only today re-acquiring the strength to do so. She had done it once before, bringing Chris here to take up her power and knowledge. Outside thunder rumbled and thick clouds broke open once more in a deluge. The harsh thunderclaps could be heard even deep in the cavern, and they sent an erotic thrill through the bird's body. She adored storms, the sights, the sounds, the smells; the flashes of light and explosions of sound. Of course she would, she was the Thunderbird, after all, and her senses told her that she was about to gain several very devout followers. -o- Morganna calmly opened her umbrella, holding it overhead while her girls shrieked and giggled. They didn't mind getting wet, after all, that was what they planned to do today, anyways. Eight perfect, beautiful specimens of womanhood. Bodies to die for, faces that would put supermodels to shame, perfectly smooth, sensual skin. The mere sight of them had made men and woman alike climax on the spot, falling over themselves for an opportunity to bed one of them, which they all were more than eager to do. Each was as air-headed and she was beautiful, however, eight beautiful bimbos under Morganna's care and control, all though the weekly trip to the cave, where she would supervise their time underneath the wondrous waterfall that made it all possible. The thought of the warm water flowing over her once again made Morganna's cock stand proudly erect in her trunks. A few of her ladies had such additions as well, and she made sure to limit the exposure each one got to maintain their current configuration of sexes. Though as much as her girls earned for Morganna, her own body drew the best business. Enhanced by the very best tattoo artists, the blue tribal designs seeming to draw out and enhance the shemale's sexiness and gave her almost a sort of animal magnetism. Morganna reached out and gave Inferno's rump a playful slap; the red themed girl had been the first of her bimbos. Morganna's affection had faded for her over the years; she admitted to herself it was Inferno's mind that Michael Morgan had fallen in love with. Now Michael and his girlfriend were long gone, vanished. The shy, skinny nerd replaced by a beautiful, busty babe with a keen mind and ruthless business sense. After all, her girlfriend had become a sex-starved harlot who couldn't even remember how to tie her shoes. Morganna figured the two ought to profit from their insatiable appetites for sex. It hadn't taken very long before she had acquired her own bar and brothel. She'd named it after the totem animal that filled her dreams; Thunderbird's. She'd expanded her stable of girls, inviting the shy, but skilled girls that came to her to perform. Seducing them easily and bringing them to the falls for their final touch up. If they didn't take a ten minute swim in the waters every week, they started to remember who they were, and that only disturbed them when they remembered being smarter. It was for their own good, really, and it worked so well to get rid of the occasional investigator that came too close and couldn't be bribed with either money or the company of one or two of her girls. Morganna loved her altered body, and bathed in the waters of the falls for a few minutes to maintain her perfect body shape. It had been ten years, she hadn't gained a pound, hadn't acquired a wrinkle, a mole, a scar, any sort of blemish on her perfect body. She wondered if she'd discovered the fountain of youth. She'd just have to wait and see twenty or thirty years down the line. She took a head count and herded her girls into the cavern. It was the highlight of their week, able to swim in the warm waters, and the only time they were allowed to play freely with one another, and their mistress. Morganna grinned; today was going to be such fun. -o- Thunderbird sensed the approach of the girls and their mistress, the great avian demigoddess grinning to herself, the possibilities flickering through her mind of gifts to grant her disciples. Such fun indeed.

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Title: Best Christmas Present Ever Ch. 03 Tags: mother, son, incest, taboo Thank you Jacky for your support and editing. \*\*\* Thirty minutes later and midnight was approaching. Mary watched Maria Carey perform 'All I Want for Christmas Is You' on the TV and thought about her son. A banner flashed on the screen: 'Happy Christmas everyone' and she looked over at Glyn. Glyn smiled as Mary rose from her chair and stood in front of him. She turned with her back to him and slowly slipped her gown off her shoulders as she danced to the music. Glyn watched her hips sway to the beat and felt his cock harden. When Mary dropped her gown to reveal she was naked, his cock sprang to a full erection. "See anything you like?" Asked Mary, looking over her shoulder and gently wiggling her ass at him. "Mary, you have the most perfect ass and legs." She turned, moved closer, put her hands on his knees and leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "Happy Christmas, Glyn", she said as she broke the kiss and sat down beside him. Glyn's cock throbbed as Mary placed a hand on his thigh. "Happy Christmas, Mary," he replied. Mary took hold of the tie of his robe and pulled. "Looks like you are ready for your next lesson," she said, as the robe fell open exposing his cock. "Have you ever played with Sandy's pussy?" "No." He whispered. "She'll need to be warmed up before you can have sex with her." Mary lifted his hand, took his index finger and traced it down one side of her pussy and up the other side. As she repeated this move, her hips rose and Glyn could see her exposed pussy. Mary moved his hand to her mouth, sucked on his finger then returned it to her pussy. This time he stroked down one side of her labia and up the other side, before moving towards her clit. "Have you ever seen a lady's clit?" She quietly asked. "Only in porn," he answered. "Then that's where the lesson will begin. Get down between my legs." Even though he had had sex with her less than an hour ago, Glyn still couldn't believe what was happening. Mary opened her legs wide apart and Glyn got down on his knees for a closer look. Mary looked at him staring at her pussy and somehow resisted the urge to grab his head and pull him to her. Instead she opened her pussy lips with one hand and began stroking her pussy with the other. With a husky voice, she asked "Can you see how wet I'm getting?" Glyn nodded, not taking his eyes off such a magnificent sight. Mary eased two fingers inside her pussy and moved them in and out. Then she gently moved her glistening fingers to the top of her pussy and revealed her clit. Her body convulsed, her legs closed together and she emitted a low groan "Mmmmm". Slowly, she moved her legs apart and exposed her clit to him again. Softly she spoke: "This little bud is my clit. It's the most sensitive part of a woman's body. Don't press too hard, but rub it gently in a circular motion. Give me your hand." Glyn moved his hand towards her pussy, staring, as if in a hypnotic state. Mary took his index finger and slid it inside her. He felt the heat and moisture and looked up when Mary moaned with pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her head gently rolled backwards onto the sofa. She moved his finger up to her clit and began to rub it. Glyn could feel the heat from her body on his face and the scent of her sex was intoxicating. She released his hand and he continued rubbing her clit. Using his other hand, she moaned and gasped for air when he slid two fingers inside her. "That's it." She uttered. "Right there. Keep doing that. Mmmmm," she groaned. The moist evidence of her arousal coated his fingers. Glyn was mesmerized. He continued massaging her clit and gently moving his fingers in and out of her pussy. Watching her head sway from side to side and her breasts move up and down in time with her pussy contractions, was more than he believed possible. Mary moaned; he looked up to see her pinch a nipple and let out a little squeal. Her breathing shortened and she arched her back off the sofa. Her legs snapped together and clamped his hand to her pussy. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come. Ahhhhhhh." She moaned, then her body went limp After a few deep breaths to return some oxygen to her brain, Mary opened her eyes and looked at Glyn with his hand still inside her pussy. His face was red, his eyes wide open and his mouth ajar. A look of complete astonishment. "Christ." She thought. "If he can do that with his fingers, what's he gonna do with that cock?" Mary opened her legs and John removed his hand. "Sorry." She said. "I was taking care of my needs before yours." Glyn laughed. "Sorry! You've got nothing to be sorry for. You just let me make you come." She sat up and reached out for his hand, pulled him towards her and kissed his lips. "Did you like that?" She whispered into his ear. "That was the most exciting thing I have ever seen." "Good. I think I'm ready for you now." She said, looking at his cock bouncing against his firm stomach. "This next part, you will have to teach Sandy what to do, so it's important you remember it." Glyn laughed again. "I don't think there's any danger of me not remembering this, Mom. Sorry, Mary." Mary laughed. "Me neither," she said, as she positioned her hips over the edge of the sofa. "Put your hand around your cock and just insert your crown into my pussy, then stop." Glyn knelt between her legs, looked down at her red lips and pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. The heat sensation caused a shockwave of lust to ripple through his body. "Now gently ease the next four inches in and wait for my signal." He pushed and felt the resistance of her tight pussy walls stop him from sliding in. She flinched and Glyn looked up. "Are you okay?" "It's just big. Give me a moment." She said, panting for air. "Now move forward until you reach the top of my cunt." His cock throbbed at the mention of 'cunt' and Mary gasped out loud. "Ooh, careful, big boy. Easy does it." Glyn looked down at his cock sliding into her pussy. He fought with all his willpower against his desire to push his cock all the way inside. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. Mary raised a hand to his chest to stop him and the heat from her touch caused him to spasm. "Argh," he gasped. "Hold it there, Glyn." She commanded, "and let me breath." The heat from her moist pussy and the touch of her hand, made a cloud of fog take over his brain and his eyes closed. "Glyn!" Mary shouted, and Glyn snapped out of his delirium. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. Just lost it for a second. Jesus, Mom, you're so hot!" "This, you will have to show Sandy." She said, as she took the rest of his cock between her hands. "Look at my hands. See how they will stop you pushing any further into me." His cock throbbed and Mary oohed. "I love it when a man's cock throbs inside my pussy." "Oh, Mary, I love it when you talk like that. It really turns me on." Glyn's made his cock throb, Mary gasped and lay back on the sofa. He placed his hands by her arms and raised himself above her. He looked down at his cock as it gently slid through her hands and into her pussy. He knew if he wasn't careful he'd lose control. Thoughts flew through his mind: "Keep it steady. Make it last. Don't think about coming. God, she's fucking hot. Should I be wearing a condom? Look at those tits. She'll have birth control. Fuck, she's hot. Is she enjoying it? That face says yes. Oh, fuck, man, this is fucking amazing." Every time Glyn pushed his cock into her, Mary took a deep breath and her breasts heaved upwards. She looked up at his face. "I know this is wrong," she thought, "but why does it feel so good. Look at his face - he loves it. He loves fucking my pussy. Christ, he's big. Not just his cock, look at those shoulders. This beautiful man is fucking me. Make me come. Urghhhh," she moaned. "I'm coming, Glyn. I'm... Glyn watched her close her eyes and shake her head from side to side as her hips rode up and down his cock. She clamped her legs together, pulling him deep inside her. Her hands squeezed his cock and she came with a guttural moan. Images of porn flashed in Glyn's mind. "Shit, this better than porn," he thought. "I'm a fucking porn star. She just came on my cock. God, she looks beautiful. Fuck, she's horny." His mind went into overdrive when he felt his semen building up in his cock. He threw his head back, closed his eyes and marvelled at the hot, moist pussy slurping at his cock. His pace quickened. He was about to lose control. An image of a facial shot through his brain and he pulled out and masturbated furiously. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come." Mary opened her eyes and saw the first jet of come erupt from his cock and hit her on the cheek. Instinctively, her hand wiped it from her face and fed it to her mouth. The next stream hit her on the chin and she whelped. The final two ropes of come landed on her tits and she massaged the semen into her nipples. Suddenly, they were both aware of what just happened and stopped moving. They stared at each other, both registering the shock on the others face. "Sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me." Glyn said apologetically. "It's alright, Son, I know who came over me." She smiled and laughed. Glyn couldn't believe her reply and laughed as he lay down beside her. "Mary, you are amazing. That was even better than the first time." She turned her head to face him and sheepishly said: "I don't think it would be a good idea for you to come over Sandy's face like that." "No, I won't..." he trailed off. "It was... For a second I thought I was in a porno and..." Mary squeezed his hand. "It's lucky for you I like the taste of come, but some girls don't." She kissed him on the cheek, then rose from the sofa and looked down at him. His cock was semi-erect and she thought about fucking him again. "Happy Christmas, Son. I need some sleep after all that exertion. See you in the morning." She said as she made her way to the door. Glyn watched her ass cheeks bounce as she walked. "Good night, Mom." Mary lay in bed unable to sleep, thinking about what had happened. "It's for Glyn and Sandy," she thought, trying to convince herself it was okay. "We had sex twice tonight. He came on my face and God it felt good. Should I tell him in college I was a come slut? No. That's for me to know, not him. How many times can I pretend...? If he walks in here now he can fuck me again. Should I call for him? How do I want him to fuck me? I can't make love with him, he's my son. It's just fucking. It's for him and Sandy. Fuck I feel horny." She fell asleep formulating her plan for his education. When Glyn woke in the morning his first thought was about last night. "Did I really fuck her twice last night?" He stroked his cock and brought his hand to his nose, the scent of her sex made his cock twitch. "Will she let me fuck her again?" It didn't take long for him to find out. The smell of bacon cooking made him rise from his bed and head downstairs. When he entered the kitchen he stopped dead at the sight of Mary. She wore black stilettoes, black stockings and suspenders, and black lace panties and bra. "Morning, Glyn," she said as she placed a plate of bacon and eggs on the table. "After you've had your breakfast we'll begin lesson three." She turned and walked away with a wiggle in her stride. "How much will he like this outfit?" She wondered. Glyn couldn't take his eyes off her as he sat down. "What's lesson..." He stopped as she bent over at the waist to get the orange juice from the fridge. She turned to look at him stare at her and winked. "His cock is hard already. He likes the outfit." She said to herself. "Jesus, Mary, calm down. You've got cooking to do today. Yes, but not until after he fucks my brains out. I am sooo wet. Let's have some fun." She placed the juice on the table, bent down with her elbows on the table and held her head in her hands. "Do you like my outfit?" She asked seductively, already knowing the answer. Glyn just nodded. "Lesson three is when you take me doggie style. Would you like that?" "Fuck, yes, Mom." He spluttered. "It's Mary while you're having lessons, remember?" "Sorry, it's just the sight of you is enough for me to forget my own name." Mary smiled at him and playfully pinched his cheek. "Eat up and we'll begin." She said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen with an extra wiggle in her step. Two minutes later when she returned Glyn had finished his meal. "That was quick," she stated as she leaned down and felt for his cock. "I think you're ready for your next lesson." She turned and bent over, wiggling her ass in his face. "Do you want it?" Glyn sprang to his feet and his chair toppled over onto the floor. A second later his shorts and T-shirt were off and his erection was bouncing against his stomach. Mary raised a hand to stop him pouncing on her. "Slow down, Tiger. For this lesson to work you must be in control of that cock of yours. Now get down on your knees behind me and take my panties down." Glyn's brain was swimming. "Look at that ass, it's so fucking sexy. I'm going to fuck her in the ass. No, doggie. Don't come too quickly. Make it last." He placed his hands on either side of her hips and slowly pulled the lace material down to reveal her ass cheeks. Her pussy lips protruded between her legs and leant closer to give each ass cheek a kiss. "Ooh, that feels nice." Mary whimpered. A thought struck her, "He better not want to fuck my ass. There's no way it would fit in. But it would be fun trying." He gently pulled the panties further down, but the crotch seemed stuck between her legs. Puzzled, he looked closer and breathed in the aroma from her pussy. He snaked a finger between her panties and pussy, and pulled them down. A length of pussy juice dripped from her pussy down onto his hand. Mary leant forward and spread herself across the kitchen table. "Wow!" He said as he pushed a finger into her pussy and felt her warmth. "Just like before," Mary said turning her head to see him. "Push your cock in slowly and stop when you reach the top of my pussy." Glyn stood behind her and aimed his cock at her pussy. He pushed forward and his cock slid between her legs. He repositioned and tried again. "Let me," she said reaching down and guiding his cock between her moist petals and into her pussy. Mary spread her legs wide apart and Glyn watched his cock slide into her pussy. He marvelled at her pert butt cheeks and was surprised when she let out a long, deep, audible moan. "Are you okay?" He asked as he felt his cock reach the top of her pussy. Mary shivered and shook her ass cheeks before replying: "That feels fucking marvellous. God, I love this position." She turned her head and smiled a wicked, sexy grin. "Put your hand around your cock to stop you from thrusting in any further. Oh, Jesus, Glyn, do it quick. I really need fucking now." She turned her head forward and lay down on the table. "Fuck me, Glyn. Fuck me now." Glyn was equally startled and excited hearing his mom speak like that. He grabbed his cock and looked down as he pulled back, making sure he didn't take it out of her pussy. "Wow." He thought, looking at his cock glistening with her pussy juice. "She's really turned on. She wants my cock. Not too fast, now fuck her." He pushed back inside her and stopped when his hand hit her ass cheeks. He pulled back and pushed into her again. "Am I doing it right, Mom? Mary." "Oh, fuck yes, sweetheart. Just a bit faster and I'm gonna come real quick." Glyn thrust his cock in and out of her pussy and was into a rhythm in no time. Every time Mary oohed and ah'd his cock throbbed, which lead to more ooh's and ahh's from Mary. Blood was pumping into Mary's brain and she could feel her pulse beating in her temple. "Oh, God," she thought. "Why does he have to be my son. His cock is... I'm going to fucking burst if... Oh, Jesus, fuck me this feels so good. He's got a rhythm. Oh, my boy is a man. A big strong powerful man who is fucking me. Go on, make me come." Glyn watched as Mary's arms were moving all over the table. Suddenly she began slapping her hand against the table. "That's it, Glyn. Right there. Keep going, I'm gonna come." Her body spasmed and she clenched her butt cheeks together, clamping his cock inside her pussy. She pushed her body upwards, arching her back and squealed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screamed as an orgasm rippled through her body. Glyn stopped moving and just watched his mother orgasm on his cock. Her ass cheeks clenched against his hand. "Fuck me, this woman is amazing," he thought. "Wow, wow, wow." She said as she finished coming. Glyn withdrew his cock and took a step back to admire her quivering body. He watched, mesmerised as a string of pussy juice dripped to the floor. "More! More! Make me come again." She begged huskily. Holding his cock, he bent his legs and re-entered her. With his free hand he reached under her waist and pulled her towards him. "Oh my, God. What's he going to do to me." She thought as she leant back against his chest. She reached an arm around his neck as he lifted her off the ground. "Wow, he's strong. Oh, Sandy, you are going to be one lucky girl." The heat from his body caused her to gasp out loud. She closed her eyes and submitted herself to be consumed by pleasure. Glyn was surprised how light Mary was. He rocked her back and forth on his cock while keeping his hand in place on his cock. "Don't let go," he thought. "Make it last. Just rock her up and down. Up and down. Make her come again." He felt her pussy muscles tighten on his cock. "Fuck in hell, Mom, you are so fucking hot." He said out loud, his brain no longer in charge of his thoughts. That was it for Mary, she felt her orgasm build. "Lay me back on the table." She whispered, and Glyn placed her back down. "Now fuck my brains out." She ordered. Glyn looked down at his cock. His hand was covered in her cream and her pussy lips were puffy and dark red. He thrust his cock in as far as he could and she screamed with delight "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried. She'd only felt like this once before and a minute later she knew what was about to happen. "Pull out," she commanded. "Pull out." Glyn pulled out and looked at her pussy. She squealed and squirted a stream of pussy juice against his leg. He instinctively reached out and the second squirt splashed against his hand. "Fucking wow!" He thought, as he raised his hand to his mouth. Tasting her cream gave him a feeling of euphoria, a feeling he wanted to last forever. "I'm going to do this. I'm going to do it." Mary thought as she spun around, knelt before him and grabbed his cock with both hands. "Give it to me, Glyn. Give it all to me now." She licked the head of his bulbous cock as her hands rapidly moved up and down. "I want it, Glyn. Paint my face with your come." She said before licking his head and staring up into his eyes. "Oh, Jesus, Mom, I'm gonna come." "Give it to me, Baby. Give it to me." As she opened her mouth to receive his seed, Glyn couldn't wait any more. The first jet of come spurted from his cock and hit her on her nose and forehead. The second stream she aimed straight into her mouth and she swallowed hungrily. The third eruption splashed against her cheek as she gasped for air, then she took his cock in her mouth for the final rope of semen. Memories of her college times sprang to mind. "You dirty fucking come slut. Swallow it all. It tastes so good." Glyn struggled for breath, but couldn't take his eyes off her as she wiped his cock across her face. "She's possessed." He thought. "She's a come slut. Fuck me, my mom's a come slut." She licked his cock from its base to the tip and he wondered if he could come again. His cock throbbed and the last of his sperm trickled out onto Mary's tongue. She looked him in the eye, closed her mouth and swallowed. This was more than he could take and he eased himself down onto the floor beside her. They sat in silence for a while to regain their breath. "Wow! What just happened there, Mom?" Mary raised her hands to cover her face as she turned away. "I'm sorry, Son. You were not meant to see me like that." Glyn pulled her against his body and kissed her neck. "Will you stop apologising for giving me the most amazing experiences of my life." He squeezed her against him and took one of her hands in his. "Mom, you are incredible." "But, Glyn, that was meant to be a lesson for... I wasn't meant to..." "Mom, it was so hot seeing you enjoy yourself like that. You did enjoy it, didn't you? "Enjoy?" She said rhetorically looking up at him. "That was the best sex I've had in... Ever." Glyn leant his head down and kissed her on the lips. "I think we need to take a shower." He said as he raised himself from the floor and helped Mary to her feet. \*\*\* Over the next eleven days Glyn and Mary had sex in the living room, the kitchen, the shower, and Glyn's bedroom. Mary kept her bed to herself, knowing if she allowed him in, she might never let him go. On the twelfth day of Christmas after a particularly vigorous session, Glyn rolled off Mary and lay, panting, beside her on the sofa. "You're ready for Sandy now." She said quietly. "What?" He replied, wondering if this meant the end to their sex sessions. "Didn't you notice I didn't need to use my hands to keep you from hurting me. You know your body and you know how to make love to a woman. You're ready for Sandy."

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Title: Downfall of the Fixer Ch. 02 Tags: control, sharing, exhibition, anal, blow job *(This is a continuation of my story about the Fixer. Rather than bore you with repeat info, I urge you to read Part 1. As before, I thank my editor, terimarie, for her inspired help. Though I enjoyed writing this tale, what is important to me, as a fledgling writer is what you, the reader thinks. Please vote and send comments. Thank you. Max47)* \* He woke to the feel of Jena's hot, wet lips wrapped around his cock. Stroking him with both hands, she playfully twirled her tongue around the head of his cock. When she saw him looking at her, she smiled, taking as much of his hard cock into her mouth as she could. "Good morning my little slut," he teased. "Though I can't think of a better way to wake up, you better stop until I can go to the john." "In that case come with me," Jenna purred. The Fixer noticed her newfound confidence increasing and was pleased with her initiative. "There's something I heard about and want to experience with you." She got up, reached for his hand and led him into the bathroom. She told him to wait while she adjusted the shower. Getting in together, she hugged and kissed him and then squatted down in front of him. With the water cascading off of her, she asked him to empty his bladder on her. "This is a sign of my total surrender to you," she said. "After last night I will do anything you want. You have awakened feelings in me that I didn't even know I had. There is nothing I could deny you." Though he saw this as another conquest, there was a part of him that realized in achieving her surrender to him, he had surrendered a part of him to her. He hoped to keep this relationship going in some manner. He held his cock and aimed it at her breasts and let loose his stream. She rubbed his hot piss on her chest and then reached out and took the last of his stream into her mouth. "Any doubts about my surrender now?" she asked. She stood up and kissed him hard until his mouth parted and their tongues met, grabbing his sack, she gently squeezed before lightly stroking his cock with the back of her hand. She had no intention of giving this up. She meant it when she had told him she would do anything he asked of her if it meant spending more time with him. After showering, they sat naked together on the balcony (his request to test her) and drank their coffee. They could be seen from several office buildings if anyone was working on a Saturday. She asked if she could come and see him at his home. He said he would give her his address and phone number, but she had to understand that she could only come if she followed his instructions to the letter. He had a life away from here and if she came to his home, she would become part of that, no questions asked. "If it means I get to keep feeling like I do now, you can do anything you want to or with me," she said. "You'll have to do this on your own," he said firmly, looking into her eyes. "I want no involvement on your husband's part." He told her to stand up, lean over the railing, and spread her legs. When she had complied, he told her to reach down and finger herself while swinging her breasts back and forth over the railing. He sat down, watching her sultry display. With her magnificent breasts swinging, she was aware any office worker catching this display would get no work done today, and took full advantage of this scenario. The idea of others possibly watching was more of a turn-on than she realized, bringing her to a small but intense climax. "Please come and fuck me," she pleaded. He got up and moved behind her. As she arched lower, her pussy lined up with his cock. He moved forward. Though she was still tight, his cock had no problem sliding into her welcoming pussy. When he felt her ass against his belly, he grabbed a handful of ass cheek in each hand and began to fuck her hard. As he slammed in and out of her, her breasts swung away from the railing and then slammed back. This was painful to her, but in a good way -- she had never experienced the combination of pleasure and pain before and found it exciting. He didn't waste any time. His nut sack was full and he had a willing receptacle. When he got close he pulled his cock out of her and ordered her to her knees. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out," he demanded. He continued to stroke his cock until his cum shot all over her tongue and into her mouth. When he was through, he pushed his head into her mouth and told her to clean his cock. Her tongue went to work on his cock head and then released it so she could lick the length of his shaft clean. "You are a much better little slut than I had expected when we first met. You're a keeper," he smiled. Smiling back, she slowly licked his cum off of her lips, savoring every drop. Announcing they were going downstairs for breakfast, the Fixer told Jena to clean herself up and wear the sundress he had grown to love. She did what he asked, but wondered why he didn't order room service -- all she wanted to do was stay in the room and fuck him, but he had other plans. When she came back he was dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. He told her how great she looked in the sundress. He reached out, pinched, and pulled hard on both nipples until they stood out thru the fabric. "Now you're perfect," he said. As they rode down the elevator he kept playing with her nipples. A young waiter seated them, unable to keep his eyes off Jena's breasts. After they ordered, he told her go to the bathroom and take her time walking in both directions. She saw that he was exhibiting her -- and it gave her a rush. He watched as she walked away. The sundress clung to her ass like a second skin. The material was thin enough that there was no doubt she was naked underneath. In fact, he could make out the crack of her ass. He smiled as he noticed every male watching her, looking at him with envy. As she slowly sauntered back to their table, every man in the restaurant couldn't help but get a hard on. With the outside lighting behind her, the outline of her breasts and mound were accentuated -- her pussy lips were visible through her dress with a tiny hint of wetness seeping through her sundress. She took her time as instructed and before taking her seat, she leaned over and kissed him deeply, giving everyone a good look at her ass through the tight material. "I'm pleased you like my little game," he said. She smiled and asked him what he was going to have. "You smothered in me. But for right now an omelet sounds great," he smiled. Sliding the top of her foot up and down his calf she playfully responded, "I can think of a long, thick sausage I want to devour, but an omelet does sound good -- for now." The young waiter lingered while taking their order. He couldn't keep his eyes off Jena and Jena was pleased at his growing cock, visible beneath his pants. She intentionally stared at the bulge in his pants, slowly looked up to meet his eyes and smiled. Flustered, the waiter quickly left, returning shortly with their order. This time, he made eye contact with Jena and smiled before leaving them with their food. They ate their breakfast slowly, enjoying the food, the attention and each other's company. When they finished, the Fixer told Jena he would meet her in their room shortly. When the waiter came with the check, he was clearly disappointed that Jena was gone. "What's your name?" the Fixer asked. "Carl," the waiter replied. The Fixer paid him and told him if he could get away, the rest of his tip was in suite 1221. The waiter stuttered that he would be there in 20 minutes. "We're looking forward to seeing you," the Fixer said. He rode the elevator to his suite pleased with himself. The second part of Jena's surrender was under way. He couldn't believe what a treasure he had found in her. As he told her earlier, she was keeper. He found her in the hot tub. Her large breasts were suspended in water, and she wore only a smile. "You're so bad. You only took me down there to parade me around," she teased, obviously enjoying herself. "Everyone down there knew I was your fuck toy. What's your next game?" "Sit tight," he said. "You're about to find out." He took off his clothes and sat down on the couch facing the hot tub. He watched her while he stroked himself. When she started to get out, he told her to stay there. She smiled, sinking back into the water. About 10 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. He told her to get out and answer it. She looked puzzled, but complied, leaving a wet trail behind her. When she opened the door, the young waiter about fainted at the sight greeting him. "Carl, I would like to introduce you to Jena," he said matter-of-fact. "Jena please help Carl out of his clothes and have him sit on the edge of the hot tub. I believe a slut like you knows what to do next." She grinned at his latest game and grabbed Carl's cock through his pants. "Come on baby, let's get you out of these clothes," she purred. "I want to see that cock." In no time Carl was sitting on the edge of the tub with Jena between his legs. He had 7 inches of nice cock about 2 inches thick. She stroked him while swallowing his cock head. When she squeezed his nut sack, he almost came on the spot. Because of Jena's exhibitionist display in the restaurant, Carl was more than turned on, quickly filling her mouth with cum. Jena continued to suck his cock, licking it clean. Carl began to dress, thanking the Fixer for the unexpected tip. "Carl, you're not done yet," he said. "That wasn't nearly enough of a tip. You see, Jena has never been fucked in the ass -- I am giving you her virgin ass -- Jena, please present yourself to Carl for your ass-fucking." Carl couldn't believe his luck. At only 22-years-old, he had just received the best blowjob of his life by this gorgeous, older woman, and now had the opportunity to fuck her in her luscious ass. It didn't take him long to recover. Carl dropped the rest of his close and joined her in the tub. Still in the hot tub, Jena rose, bending over the edge. Pushing her ass against his hard cock, she felt the head at her asshole. Carl surprised her by lowering his cock into her wet pussy. When he was covered in her juices, he pulled out, grabbed her ass and penetrated her tight hole. Pushing back while he pushed forward, Carl gently eased his cock back and forth until her asshole invitingly opened. Jena gasped, but then began to moan while he slowly and rhythmically fucked her ass. The Fixer watched with approval and said, "Take your time, Carl. I want her well fucked, but when you're ready to cum, I want you to cum in her mouth." Carl fucked Jena's ass for the next 20 minutes while she grunted and moaned -- she was growing quite fond of the combination of pain and pleasure. When he let her know that he was close, she pulled away from him and turned around. She squatted down, taking his well-coated cock into her mouth and swallowed a large load of Carl's cum. Carl was completely drained. Satisfied with her work, Jena smiled and gave Carl a deep kiss. Thanking him, she told Carl it was time to leave. Carl quickly dried himself, got dressed and thanked them both as he left. "I see your game now and I appreciate it," Jena said. "You want to fuck my ass, but wanted someone smaller to stretch it for you. And you wanted to be the first to cum in my ass" Smiling, he nodded. He was proud she had figured out his motive. He told her to dry off and bend over the bed -- he intended to fuck her ass until she passed out. When she was in position, he stood behind her, inserted the KY bottle into her ass, and squeezed. This sensation alone was enough to drive Jena to the brink of climax, but she controlled herself. Applying more to his cock and her ass, he slowly inserted a finger into her asshole, finger-fucking her slow and then fast. Removing his finger, he lined his cock up to her hole and slowly began to push into her. When his head popped in, her moaning turned into grunts. He held onto her wonderful heart shaped ass and began to push harder. All went well until he reached virgin territory with still over 2 inches of cock to go. At this point, Jena was barely aware of anything except the pleasure and pain of being fuller than she had ever felt. He finally forced the rest of his monster cock into her and paused before he pulled all but the head out and then began to slam in and out of her. As he fucked her hard in and out of her ass, she babbled incoherently until she did actually pass out. He ass fucked her unconscious body another 15 minutes before unloading his cum deep in her bowels. He pulled out, and lifting her onto the bed, he gently laid her on her stomach, covering her with the light, cotton sheet. The Fixer made himself a drink and sat on the sofa. He was pleased with his new conquest, but had to admit to himself that she had also conquered him. He enjoyed his drink while waiting for Jena to come to. It took Jena about 30 minutes to come back from her ass fucking coma. She rolled over and grinned. "I hurt so fucking good," she said. "You'll have to leave my ass alone for a bit though. It felt great, but it's so sore." He walked to her and pulled the covers down. Lying seductively on her back, her breasts were spread on her chest with her nipples hard -- she was glowing. He bent down and began to kiss and suck her nipple while his left hand traveled down her soft stomach to her mound. When he pushed two fingers into her pussy, she stiffened and pulled his head tightly to her breast. Having already discovered her sensitive G-spot earlier, he curled his fingers and pushed on her clit with his thumb. She shuddered through another orgasm. "I never realized I was so multi-orgasmic," she panted. "You've found all my buttons." Holding his head with her hands, she tenderly kissed him, their lips and tongues gently intertwined. When she tried to get up, her legs felt like rubber and she was sore -- all over -- but felt overwhelmingly satisfied. "So what are you going to do with me next?" she asked coyly. "I'm going to shave your pussy," he replied. "Mmmm," she purred. "That will be a first." Spreading a large spa towel on the bed, he instructed her to lay down with her knees up and legs spread. Placing a pillow underneath her hips, he told her to stay put. Filling an ice bucket with hot, soapy water and his razor, he wet a washcloth and returned to Jena on the bed. Lowering himself to her pussy, he could see it was wet and swollen from repeated fucking, as well as anticipation. Lathering a bar of soap, he gently soaped her pussy and asshole, and carefully began to shave around her mound and the outer lips of her pussy. He softly pushed apart her thick pussy lips, shaving her clean. The area around her clit was next, and while he shaved this area softly and with care, her clit began to swell in excitement -- the combination of the hot water and stimulation of his hands and the razor was making her extremely aroused. He instructed her to turn over and raise her ass in the air, shaving the hair around her ass and finishing the job. After cleaning her with a warm washcloth, he decided to test his handy work. He had her turn back over and then he lowered his mouth to her wet core. He ran his tongue all over her, relishing the feel of her now hairless pussy and ass. She was so aroused that when he shot his tongue into her pussy, grabbing her clit, she immediately climaxed. "Mmm, that was divine," she said lightly caressing her tits. "What's next?" Smiling, he said, "Let's talk for a few minutes and then I'll tell you. After using the bathroom, Jena plopped on the couch, placing her feet on his lap -- although since their first meeting she immediately felt comfortable around him, she now felt like she had known him for years. Both still naked, his hands automatically began to roam her body -- she loved this attention -- attention she had yearned for and now was receiving in abundance. Although she couldn't quite put a label on the feelings she had for him, all she could think about was her new lover. Thoughts of her husband were non-existent and what she once thought was a normal relationship now paled in comparison to this newfound excitement. He looked at her seriously. Although he had maintained relationships outside of his profession with many of his projects, Jena was different. For the first time during his career as the Fixer, he knew he wanted to pursue this relationship. He told her his name really was Rich; he enjoyed his life and enjoyed women. Though they had only met a few hours before, he felt they had connected at some level that begged exploring. He wasn't talking about taking her away from her husband, just getting to know her better and letting things take their course. If she was interested, it would be her own choice. She would, however, have to realize that his life was not going to change, at least not immediately. For now he would continue his relationships. If she could accept that, they could decide how to continue. She lovingly held his head in both hands, gently kissed him and let him know that she too felt they had connected at some level that she wanted to further. She did not expect him to change anything. They were not anywhere near that point. She simply wanted to get to know him better and to continue this exploration into her sexuality she wasn't aware she even possessed. Kissing him again, she marveled how through this entire conversation, his hands never stopped touching her body. How could she possibly want something like that simply end after one night. "I want you to let me be as much a part of you as I can," she said. "I not only want to continue enjoying sex with you, but want to discover more about you -- more about us -- if there is an 'us.'" Rich smiled at her, knowing he was lost in her and realizing she was lost in him. It sounded like a line out of a sappy love song, but it was what it was, and Rich found he was as eager as Jena to continue this journey. Sitting back, he told her to play with his cock using only her hands. He didn't want to cum, just wanted to feel her soft hands. Jena grabbed the KY and sat on the floor between his legs. Slowly, she squeezed the gel on her hands. She looked into his eyes as she began to run her hands up and down his shaft. She cupped his balls in one hand and gently lifted them while rotating her other hand on his cock head. Although Rich wasn't one of those guys on a power trip about having a big cock, he did enjoy the benefits. Having a woman hold your cock with both hands was a complete turn on for him. Enjoying the feel of his cock in her hands, she became more and more wet. And just thinking about what this monster had felt like in her pussy and ass, she got even hotter. She was amazed, but pleased that she had been able to handle his size and girth. She took one hand and slipped it under his nut sack while continuing to pump his shaft. The more comfortable she felt with him, the bolder she became. She began to probe his tight ass hole with her index finger. The KY helped her finger to slip in. She began to rotate her other hand over the head of his cock while pumping her finger in and out of his ass. Rich kept his head back and eyes closed and began to sigh as her stimulation began to affect him. He was pleased that she had taken the initiative. Another small test passed. When her ministrations brought him close to the brink, he let her know. She pulled his cock to her mouth and engulfed just the head. Keeping her finger in his ass, she pumped her head up and down his cock head, swirling her tongue around. The first blast hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly as he fed her more of his cum. When he was done, she kept his cock in her mouth and used her tongue to rim its hole. She held his cock, licking the shaft and then the head before looking up and smiling. She then took the finger that had been in his ass, looking him in the eye, stuck it in her mouth, and sucked it. Gently guiding her head down with his hands, he kissed her deeply. She didn't know what these deep feelings for him were or what they meant, but at that moment, all Jena cared about was Rich's next move, his next game, his next test. She hoped she would pass. Similar thoughts were going through his mind as he pulled her up and had her straddle his lap. He guided her head down so he could kiss her. Again those hands began to play with her breasts and ass. "How about going for a swim and then having an early dinner?" he asked. She told him that sounded great, but she didn't have swimsuit. He told her to leave that to him. She imagined what sort of swimsuit he would pick out. He threw on his clothes and left. After 20 minutes he returned and handed her a small bag. "Go try it on," he told her. He heard her say, "Oh my God!" from the bathroom. He could hear her chuckling to herself. When she entered the room, he whistled. She was wearing a white mini-bikini. The bottom was just a patch covering her mound with a string running up her butt crack and around her waist. The top consisted of two round patches about three inches in diameter held together by a string and tied in the back. "Do you expect me to wear this in public?" she asked, knowing what his answer would be. The fact that she had it on and was grabbing her robe answered the question. He had on conventional swim trunks and two towels over his shoulder. He told her they were headed for the adult's only pool, so she would offend anyone. "As a matter of fact," he said with a wry smile, "you will most likely be the center of attention considering it's almost three o'clock and some of the men attending the two conferences at this hotel will soon break away and head either to the bar or the pool to cool off." They left for the pool. As they walked together across the lobby, Jena received many stares. After all, her short robe left her gorgeous legs on display and the robe could do nothing to hide the voluptuousness of the body beneath. As they entered the fence-enclosed adult pool area, half a dozen sets of eyes feasted on Jena. After settling down on a set of lounge chairs in a shady corner, she dropped her robe -- causing jaws to drop and cocks springing to life. Lying back into the chairs, they ordered drinks from another young waiter, his eyes all over Jena. When he returned with the drinks, he took his time setting hers down and casually flirted with her by telling her he loved her suit. She thanked him, reached out, and softly stroked his leg just below where she could make out the tip of his hardening cock. He walked away with difficulty and a smile on his face. "You're getting the hang of these games aren't you?" he said teasingly. "What a waste -- all of this sluttiness held back for such a long time." Smiling, she sipped her drink, pleased that she was pleasing him. As if she was reading his mind, she soon got up and walked to the pool accompanied by every male eye in the place. She took her time lowering herself into the refreshing water, knowing all eyes were on her. Swimming one lap, she made her way back to the edge closest to him. As she held herself on the edge of the pool, she looked down at her suit. As she held herself on the edge she looked down at her wet suit. "You dog," she chuckled. The white material was so thin it had turned transparent in the water. Her hard dark nipples poked thru as if uncovered. She could see that even under water her pussy lips were brazenly on display. She knew what his game was now as she looked at him smiling at her. Jena took her time climbing out and then walking toward the deep end. She dove in, hoping nothing popped out. When she surfaced, she swam a few laps, knowing every man around the pool had a rock hard cock. As she approached the end nearest Rich, she heard a splash. Rich glided up in front of her. They stood in about 4' of water hugging. "Do you like my suit?" Jena asked him. He chuckled and told her she looked delectable. As he said this, his hands pushing her breasts out of her suit and up toward his lowing head. When her nipples cleared the water, they could hear a few low groans from their audience. His mouth took a nipple in and sucked hard while his tongue swirled around it. Her other nipple was being pinched. Jena could not believe she was behaving this way in public. She wondered what he had turned her into, but it didn't stop her from stroking his cock through his trunks. He had opened a Pandora's Box of passion and Jena knew he was the only one who could keep it open. He smiled and said, "Come on. Let's go get ready for dinner. I only have you for a few more hours this time." Rich took her hand and led her out of the pool. Her breasts bounced bare and invitingly as Jena climbed out. They grabbed their towels and robes and headed to their room, leaving a few disappointed hard cocks behind. Jena was depressed by the looming end of her time with him, but pleased that he alluded there would be a next time. When they returned to the suite, he pulled Jena to him and kissed her lovingly. He thanked her for a wonderful experience. Usually the women who had been his projects did the thanking. He led her to the bed and they laid down facing each other. They kissed and ran their hands over each other's body. When she felt his hardness poking her, she rolled over pulling him on top of her. She spread her legs and took his cock in hand. She guided it to her pussy, reached back, and pulled him into her. She gasped as he filled her. "How much time do we have before dinner?" she whispered. "About 30 minutes before we have to get ready," he responded. "Please take most of that time and slowly make love to me," she said. He willingly obliged her by beginning a slow fucking motion that had them both smiling and sighing. She wrapped her legs around him and kept his strokes short. They continued this tender dance until she looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm coming for you," and then kissed him, stiffened and moaned into his mouth. He lasted another five minutes and announced he was leaving her a goodbye for now gift. He held himself deep in her and left his deposit. They lay there, still coupled for a few minutes before getting ready for dinner. The dining room was lightly full due to the early hour, so he asked for a booth in the corner so they could have some privacy. They were quickly seated and their drink orders taken. When their drinks arrived, they told the waiter to watch their drinks, but they would wait about 30 minutes before ordering dinner. They talked about the connection they both felt. Rich told her she needed to go home and see how things would work out with her husband. She needed to let him know what she wanted. She was more than welcome to contact him again, but was to wait at least two weeks. That would give her time to validate her feelings to connection. He would not contact her; it was up to her to contact him. He gave her a slip of paper with his address and phone numbers on it. She smiled sadly and said she understood. She also felt the connection. All she had been looking for was some attention and decent sex. He had exceeded all of that for her. She was sure she would be contacting him after two weeks. When the waiter brought them another drink, they went ahead and ordered. Rich couldn't believe how sad he was feeling. This had never happened with another project. But then Jena was no longer a project. She had somehow managed to get into his mind and heart. When their food arrived they ate mostly in silence. After dinner, he took her outside and placed her in a cab. He bent down, kissed her deeply, and then paid the cabbie. As the cab drove away, he started to count down the two weeks.

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Title: Lucky Thunder part 2 by DeviousDevian Tags: Dalmatian, Disney, Gay, M/M, Oral Lucky Thunder part 2 by: DeviousDeviant "Lucky! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING UP THIS LATE!!" Perdita shouted, spotting the small pup while he tried to sneak back in. Lucky whimpered and tried to think of an excuse. "I-I. . .had to use the bathroom! yea i couldn't hold it" Perdita watched her son. "Lucky we've taught you to never lie. Now tell the truth. You weren't by chance trying to meet Thunderbolt were you?" Lucky nodded his head slowly. Perdita picked him up by the collar and took him upstairs. Afraid he was going to be punished lucky whimpered. To his relief however, she only scolded him and put him back to bed. "I know how much you wanted to meet him but 2 in the morning is pushing it" Perdita said before leaving him to sleep. Once his mom had left, lucky found sleep easily. He was already tired. The thoughts about being on speaking terms with Thunderbolt only helped. "Lucky! You don't look until we say ready!" Cadpig said angrily. This was the fourth time lucky had peeked. "you need to worry more about hiding than me peeking Cadpig" Lucky laughed. She sighed and shook her head. "Fine. Ill look. You hide" Cadpig grunted. Lucky laughed. He knew the perfect spot. "you have to hide on the FARM" Cadpig said loudly into lucky's ear suddenly. "awww man. Whats the point of playing then?" Lucky moaned. "you don't have to play Lucky" Cadpig answered, obviously annoyed with lucky. "Fine. Im gunna go see if i can talk with Thunderbolt" Lucky replied, annoyed with Cadpig's mood. Lucky ran from the farm and all the way to the town and found his way to the trailer again. There was no crowd around the trailer. "Strange" Lucky thought. Noticing a sign he'd run past without glancing at, lucky doubled back and read the sign. PRIVATE FILMING! NO FANS, SOLICITATORS, OR SPECTATORS ALLOWED! Lucky read the sign over three times. Knowing exactly what was being filmed inside, he grinned. his tail wagged slightly and he laughed. "What happened to talking with thunderbolt?" Cadpig asked annoyed when she saw lucky again. "he was busy" Lucky replied, Sitting down and watching Cadpig. "what did you expect?" Cadpig asked looking in a bush. Lucky's ears fell then he laid down. "Man im bored!" Lucky said "You can help me look for Rolly" Cadpig suggested. Lucky rolled his eyes. "LUNCH TIME!" Rolly jumped out from the bushes to Cadpig's right. "Alright im starved!" Rolly exclaimed then realized what was really happening. "Found ya rolly" Lucky laughed, still laying on the ground. "that's not fair lucky!" Rolly growled angrily. Lucky stood up "relax rolly. It really IS lunch time" Lucky jestured toward the 95 pups running toward the farm. Rolly's anger dissapated into nothing. "Lets go" He said and ran as fast as his legs would take him. Lucky watched without following. "Coming Lucky?" Cadpig asked. Lucky shook his ears. "No. Im not hungry. I think ill just go take a nap" With that, lucky headed into the shade of the barn and layed down in the hay. Resting his head on his paws lucky closed his eyes and fell asleep. His short nap ran kinda long. When he woke up, the sun was setting. "How long was I asleep?" Lucky asked aloud. "3 hours" came Two-tone's voice from behind him. Lucky turned. Two-tone chuckled. "you must have been up late last night. Doing what i wonder" Lucky stood up and streached. "I said before, i wanted to meet Thunderbolt, so i tried to talk to him" Lucky said after a yawn. Two-tone nodded. "And i guess you did get in then?" "yea, the door wasn't locked so i just looked in and, like i said yesterday, he remembered me" Lucky explained. Two-tone laughed. "well perdita told me to look for you. She thinks you ran off to thunderbolts again" "Ok, im gunna go tell her i just fell asleep" Lucky said walking out of the barn. Leaving Two-Tone behind. Now the sun was just above the horizon. Lucky watched it go lower and lower over the course of half an hour before cadpig jumped on him from behind suddenly. "got ya!" She yelled once her paws had grabbed him. Lucky squirmed. "you're always doing that!" Lucky said agitated, Trying to shake her off. Lucky managed to get her off by rolling over. Cadpig laughed and stood up. "Why are you up here by yourself? The rest of us are down at the lake" Lucky looked back at her. "I didn't know. Ive been up here for like the past 30 minutes" "Doing what?" Cadpig pushed. "ill meet you at the lake in a few minutes. Ive got to relieve myself" Lucky said and walked quickly outside the barn again. Cadpig shrugged and left for the lake again. Once he'd relieved himself lucky started walking towards the lake. Not exactly eager to get there. It was getting dark anyway. He was sure he'd have to get out as soon as he got in. Deciding, lucky turned back around. "Why go back now?" Lucky wondered. "Thunderbolt might be free. I don't think he could last this long" Lucky said and turned back, heading for the trailer. "Hopefully he wont be too tired" Pressing his nose to the plastic sheet that made up the dog door, lucky tested to see if it was locked. It was open. The plastic slid over his body as he walked in. The smell of sex greeted his nose. Looking around, Lucky could see the lights were dimmed. There was alot of filming equipment setting in a corner. Putting this together lucky concluded he was right. Thunderbolt had been in another porno.The door lucky had seen Thunderbolt come out of last night, opened. Light shown down on Lucky. Temporarely blinding him. "Lucky! What are you doing here!" Squinting, lucky opened his eyes slowly and saw Thunderbolt standing next to a female human. Lucky looked up at her and couldn't remember ever seeing her in Dearly Farm before. She scratched TB behind the ears then, left. She didn't even seem to notice Lucky. He stepped out of her way then once the door had closed behind her lucky looked toward Thunderbolt. "er, another?" "Yea. I got chosen to do another" Thunderbolt laughed. "I wasn't expecting you again today" "I was going to the lake but it was getting late so i figured id come see you" Lucky replied "Well, make yourself comfortable" Thunderbolt gestured toward the couches. As lucky walked by Thunderbolt, his eyes looked down at TB's legs. Hoping to get a glimps of his cock. Sitting down lucky watched Thunderbolt take a bite of something then join him on the couch. "I trust you enjoyed your stay yesterday?" Lucky blushed slightly and nodded. "Yea, that was my first" Thunderbolt grinned. "well, id appreciate it if you could return the favor, Lucky" Lucky looked up at him surprised. "I. . ." but then he noticed Thunderbolts penis sliding out of its sheath. Lucky swallowed as he watched the pink flesh continue to rise and grow. "Thunderbolt i. . .i don't think i could get my lips around that" Thunderbolt chuckled. "we'll see" and finally his penis stopped growing. It had reached a size that would put a horse's to shame. Lucky took a step towards him. Thunderbolt switched positions so that he was resting against the arm of the couch. His legs open. Lucky stood right in front of him. Licking his lips lucky approached him. The smell of his hormoned and obviously the woman that had just done a porno with him. Licking the underside of it experimentily. He licked it again, the flesh of thunderbolt's penis felt smooth, warm, and hard. Thunderbolt inhaled and exhaled slowly. "thats it lucky" Wondering how much he could get in his mouth, lucky went up to the tip and opened his mouth. Leaning his head downward, lucky felt his jaws pushed further open until they could open no further. He felt the cock in his mouth with his tongue. The skin felt even smoother when wet. Thunderbolt groaned. "Thats it lucky" Lucky pulled thunderbolt out ofhis mouth to get air. The cock took up the entire space of his mouth. If anyone could put all this in their mouth. . . he went back to licking the tip and sides for a time to let his jaws rest. Precum leaked out of thunderbolts cock. Lucky licked it up and streatched his jaws around thunderbolts shaft. His breathing had increased. "You're doing a good job kid. Keep it up" Thunderbolt said, thrusting his hips forward. Lucky almost gagged. He felt more and more amounts of precum slide into his mouth. He couldn't help but enjoy the taste. Thunderbolt felt his load of cum getting ready to blow out of him. "Just a bit more" Thunderbolt moaned. Looking to the ceiling and howling, Thunderbolt came. Lucky felt the hot, creamy cum burst out of Thunderbolt. He choked and pulled away. The rest squirted onto his face. Dripping down off his chin onto the couch. Coughing lucky turned his head from the flow coming out of Thunderbolt. Thunderbolt's howl went of for a good 20 seconds before he ended in a moan. His load finished flowing out and dribbled down his cock. Licking his lips and nose, lucky tasted the cum. "I'll get ya a towel lucky" Thunderbolt said, getting up. He dissapeared for a minute. Lucky used this time to wipe some of the cum from his cheeks with his paw and lick it up. He loved the taste. Then Lucky noticed between his own legs, he had come up with an erection. He'd precummed all over the couch. "oops" Lucky chuckled. "Here" Thunderbolt said, setting the towel over lucky. Lucky used his paws to wipe the cum from his face with the towel. Cleaning his face as best he could. "It's getting late, so i should head home Thunderbolt" Lucky said and headed for the dog door. Thunderbolt stopped him just before he slid out. "Thanks lucky" Lucky smiled back at him. "Anytime thunderbolt" Then slid out the dog door and headed home. THE END

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Title: A Trainer's Tale - Chapter 10 by FoxStriker25 Tags: Clean, Gardevoir, Human, Mismagius, Pokemon Author's Note: *So yeah. It's here. I don't know what to say, so I'll jut stop here and let you all read.* *I apologize for any grammar mistakes. When I first got this back from my friend, about a quarter of it was marked as "Needs to be worked on".* **Disclaimer: Pokémon is copyright of Nintendo, Game Freak, etc. Individual characters are my own imaginening, and are not intended to be any part of main cannon / plotline. Individual characters like Aaron, Song, Zin, etc, are my own creations, so please ask before using. Thank you.** Chapter 10: Observer I woke up suddenly, the only light in the room was what little filtered in from underneath the closed door. My body moved sluggishly, as I slowly sat at the edge of the bed. I felt my hands curl up into a fist before relaxing again. My toes and fingers wiggled for a moment, before they stopped on their own. Standing up slowly, so as to not disturb anyone's sleep, I made my way to the bathroom. Opening the door and closing it behind me, I turned on the lights. My eyes closed instantly as an overload of light washed everything white. Yawning as my eyes adjusted, I made my way to the white sink. I tested out the water for temperature, and finding a preferred balance of hot and cold, began to wash my face. "*Interesting. It is good to see that you are not completely under my control, even when you are asleep.*" I flinched, backing up and almost falling against door behind me. Gasping for breath, I looked around but found no one inside the small room. I rubbed my temples gently, trying to ease what felt like a headache coming along. "*That will not work, Master.*" "Mist?" I asked, as realization dawned on me. "*But of course,*" she said, her voice soft inside my mind. "*Who else would it be that is sharing your body*?" I nodded slowly, trying not to aggravate the pain that was starting to become more pronounced. A sudden chill went up my spine, as something felt like it was coming out of my back. I lost my balance, only managing to avoid hitting my face against the sink by grabbing hold of it with my hands. On my knees now, my body shivered uncontrollably as what felt like something was being pulled out of me. The sensation wasn't painful, thankfully, but it went with the speed of water trickling through a pin hole. The seeping sensation became more intense, as Mist's body began to pull out of my chest. I shivered, the feeling of a bucket of ice water being dumped on my head wracking my nerves. Gasps came out strangled, as I tried to keep my mouth clamped shut. It was bad enough that Joy probably suspected something. I didn't want to give her more reasons to treat me differently. Like she needed any more. As Mist finally exited out of my body, it felt like my body was missing something. The sensation still felt extremely odd, and I tried not thinking about it. She floated in front of me, before coming closer. I cradled her in my arms, still in awe that she can do such things. Her 'hands' stroked my hair gently as I looked at her with a mix of fear and respect. Mist must have known what I was thinking, because she smiled at me. We didn't speak to each other for a moment, the silence between us was comfortable as I lay there on the tiled floor. She giggled softly after a while, breaking the stillness in the air, as she floated slightly away from me. I stood on shaking feet, my hands holding onto the edges of the sink to steady myself. "Good morning, Master," Mist said softly. "I apologize for awakening you, but it was for the best." "Why?" I asked. "Your body needed to use the restroom," she stated. I sighed, shaking my head. "Are you going to watch, too?" I asked. "If that is your wish," she stated enigmatically. \================= ======================== ================ I exited the room as quietly as I could, closing the door behind me. Mist followed me silently, refusing to rest back inside her Pokéball. I considered recalling her, but thought better of it. Wild Pokémon were known to roam around, so it's better to be safe than sorry. We made our way down the hallway and into the main room of the Pokémon Center, finding it empty. A Chansey waved in our direction, and I waved back. The Pokémon didn't ask questions, and continued with her duties. It was a good thing, as we didn't want to wake Nurse Joy. We exited the building, the dawn slowly making its way the sky. Street lights were still on as they washed everything in their even white light, even as the sun's rays slowly begun to peek over Mount Coronet. I made my way back west, this time with the intention of going over that bridge. Nausea flooded over me immediately, just from the thought of crossing any bridge. I smothered the feeling as best I could, but my stomach continued to churn against my will. It wasn't long before we encountered the bridge. I gulped audibly, trying to stem the fear I felt rising again. The water was as calm as I saw it yesterday. I had to remind myself that this couldn't be some flimsy thing. I mean, this was standing next to a city. I'm sure they kept it in constant repair. Right? My feet stopped at the edge of the bridge, nerves beginning to take over again. I could feel the cold sweat dripping down the back of my neck. "At least if I fall, it won't be so bad," I said out loud, chuckling nervously. "I have learned from my past mistake, Master," Mist said. "I will not fail you again." I nodded silently, trying not to think about the possibility of falling. There were no rails, but as I stepped on the wood, it didn't sway. Emboldened, I slowly took another step forward. A smile crept on my face as I took yet another step forward. Though my heart was pounding in my chest and my breath was caught in my throat, I managed to continue walking forward. Mist floated beside me, eyeing me with caution. I smiled widely at her, nodding. Starting to become less hesitant, I tried to walk normally, forcing the hesitation out of me. Though it took a few attempts, my knees stopped locking up and I managed to walk normally up to the halfway point. A large square platform was the junction that connected two bridges. I nodded, standing in the middle of the square area. Dawn was coming along quickly, shadows of the nearby buildings stretched as the sun finally pulled its light above the horizon. The bridge under my legs didn't sway, though there wasn't any breeze. The water was calm, the surface mirrored the surroundings perfectly. Slight distortions rippled along its surface, from either something shifting or a Pokémon, I couldn't tell, but it was the only thing that disturbed the breathtaking scene. "Quite a lovely sight, isn't it?" I gasped, turning around to see a man standing next to me. I didn't even hear him! Either he just moved extremely quietly, or I was completely absorbed in looking around me. I quickly studied him, finding his clothing unlike anything I've ever seen before. The man wore some kind of robe, I imagine? It was a dark brown color, the only thing I could compare it was mud. A matching sash held it tight around his flat waist. Thin looking arms were crossed in front of his chest, long fingers cradling his elbows. A long face with a strong jaw was outlined with a rather wild black beard. The hair on his head matched the beard, though it was more tamed. Though from my perspective, the long hair looked like it needed a good brushing. I could spot some tangles in his hair, though I'm not sure if he didn't mind. His green eyes watched me silently, as if studying me in turn. I cleared my throat, trying to keep my breathing under control. I nodded to the stranger. "Yeah, it really is," I said, smiling. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you walk up to me." He bowed his head slightly in my direction. "I apologize. I did not mean to startle you." He spoke like Mist. I grinned. "No worries. My name's Aaron. Nice to meet you," I said, extending my hand to him. The man smiled, grasping my outstretched hand in a firm handshake. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Aaron. My name is Aiden." "It's nice to meet you, Aiden," I said, smiling. "Where are you from, if I might ask?" The man smiled at me, chuckling softly. "I am not from one of the major cities," he answered me. "I come from the far south, along the Coronet mountain range. There is a monastery there, which I am part of." "Oh! I've never heard of such a place. It would be nice to visit, if it would be possible." The man smiled at me. "It is nice to see someone so young be looking for adventure. Are you out to make a name for yourself?" I grinned. "Kinda. I want to see places, travel. Becoming a Pokémon trainer seemed like the logical step. I'm not interested in becoming famous, if that's what you're asking." "I see. A wandering spirit," he mused, his smile never leaving his face. "It is my hope that you find what you seek, whatever it may be. And that you have the wisdom to acknowledge it, when you do." I was stunned for a moment by his words. I coughed, trying to coerce words to come out of my throat. "Thank you, Aiden," I said after a moment. "Sorry, I've never met anyone quite like you. Even living in Solaceon, and that place gets a lot of strange visitors." "You are not from around here?" he asked. I shook my head. "Nope, I'm Solaceon born and raised," I said with a hint of pride. "Though it's a small town, that old couple of the daycare center made it famous." "Yes, I've heard of Solaceon," Aiden said, smiling warmly. "It is a nice quiet town, from what I understand." "Yep," I said, nodding. "Not a whole lot happens. There's always the Solaceon Ruins to the east, and if you need to visit the Lost Tower, it's only a short walk away." The man nodded. "Is it true that Pokémon are buried there?" he asked. "Yes they are. They are placed within their Pokéballs when they are put inside of the tower. There are a lot of graves in there." "Have you been inside of it?" I nodded. "I helped keep it as clean as possible while I lived in Solaceon. So many leaves. I still don't know how they kept getting in there. Are you headed for the Lost Tower?" For the first time, his smile left his face. He looked immensely sad. I was about to apologize, but Aiden shook his head. Though the smile wasn't back, the frown was replaced with a stoic look. "Yes, that is my ultimate destination on this journey," he said, his voice rather flat. "I'm sorry," I said, looking away. I rubbed my shoulder, feeling extremely uncomfortable. I've met a few trainers while I was cleaning around the Lost Tower. It was always an awkward moment when it was brought up. When I looked back at the man, the smile had returned. He shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "Please, do not apologize, for you could not have known," he said gently. "It is my partner's brother who I am to honor." "I see," I said, still feeling awkward. "I can tell that this subject bothers you," he said, chuckling softly. I cringed at the accusation, but I sighed. "Yeah, talking about the dead isn't easy for me. It doesn't feel right. Don't really know how to explain it." Aiden laughed, his head thrown back as he guffawed loudly to the morning air. I turned to Mist, who shook her head at me when I raised an eyebrow at her. I turned back to Aiden, who was now chuckling. "Please, do not feel this way," he said, smiling again. "While it is unfortunate that these things happen, everything happens for a reason." *Right*, I thought darkly. *Because Darkrai completely had a reason to do what he did*. Aiden must have seen a change on my face, or the way I was standing. His eyes narrowed for a moment, his easy smile disappearing into his stoic look once more. I don't think he looked disapprovingly at me, but there was something that told me that he would argue his logic to the ends of the earth if he had to. We stayed silent, and while trying to get out of this weird situation, Mist tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to Mist, who had her eyes narrowed past me. "We should head back, Master," she whispered. "I do not like this human." I nodded. Sounded like a good enough of a reason to get out of here. "Aiden, I apologize, but I have to head back," I said, forcing a smile. "Have to get my Pokémon and things from the center. Meet up with my friends, busy day." "I see," he said, nodding. "Mind if I follow you? I would like to rest for the moment." I nodded. "Sure, I'll show you were the Pokémon Center is." \================= ================= ===================== Hurray for small victories. Walked over a bridge and didn't freak out. Twice! Aiden and I walked inside the Pokémon Center, to run into Joy and Jonathan. I was about to greet them when the first thing I get is a punch that left my head ringing. "Where the fuck have you been?!" Joy demanded sternly. I stumbled backwards, held up by Aiden to prevent me from falling. Damn, she hit hard. "You pathetic excuse of what crawled into your mother's womb!" Mist raged loudly, floating in front of Joy's face. "You shall NEVER hit my Master!" She punctuated her verbal threat with a physical one, a wave of shadow energy pulsing in front of the ghost. Joy only had a moment's notice, but even when she brought her hands forward to protect herself, it seemed to have little to no effect in helping her. The wave of energy washed over her, pushing her back. Joy slammed against the receptionist counter with a loud thud. Joy let out a gasp of pain, though she didn't attempt to stand. Mist slowly floated towards her target, though I have no idea what kind of intentions she had. Before anything worse could be done, I decided to intervene. I quickly made my way to the floating ghost and spun her around to face me. Her eyes glowed brightly, though when before I would associate that light with the normal calm Mist I know, this light that came was wild and erratic. I made the mental picture of trying to put lightning in a bottle, power barely being contained inside of its vessel. "Mist, I'm going to ask you to stop," I said, trying to swallow the fear that was beginning to crawl up my throat. "I appreciate what you-." "No!" she screamed at me, purple energy crackling around the ghost. "She has no right to hit you! I will not tolerate it anymore! This is the last-." "MIST!" For the first time, I screamed at her. She was silent as soon as her name echoed around the room loudly. If anyone wasn't awake yet, they were now. If they didn't wake up to Joy banging her head against the desk a few moments prior, that is. For a moment, I hesitated, probably being the focus of everyone's attention at the moment. I shook my head, both to clear my head of the fear and buying myself time to think of something. In a flash of inspiration, I decided to take this somewhere else. Anywhere that was away from Joy. I don't think that having her there would benefit anyone at the moment. While still holding onto Mist, I made my way outside again. A few people turned towards me, giving me awkward looks, but I ignored them. I headed south this time, following the road towards the outskirts of town. Now that we were out of earshot from anyone, and away from Joy, it felt like a good opportunity to talk to Mist. She squirmed out of my hands immediately, floating in front of me with a look that I could only describe as hate on her face. "Mist," I said, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves and voice, "why did you do that?" She didn't answer immediately. I was afraid that she would start yelling at me. After a moment, she sighed, hovering there silently. The glow ebbed from around her, but didn't stir. I didn't know if she had an answer or not, so I continued regardless. "Look, I can appreciate what you did to an extent," I said, giving her a small smile. "But hurting her isn't going to help us. I don't really like her either, but she's determined to come along, and Jonathan doesn't seem to mind her." "So, are you not going to fight?" Mist asked softly. "What do you mean?" I asked, perplexed. "Fight?" "Were you just going to allow her to belittle you?" she asked. Her voice was back to normal, but I could still feel the anger in her words. "Were you just going to sit there and do nothing?" "Stooping to her level doesn't make us a friend, Mist," I said sternly. "I don't see a reason to fight, nor should you." "But she hurt you!" Mist exclaimed. I stood there, quiet for a moment. I had a response in mind, but I decided to switch tactics. "Mist, I appreciate your concern over me. I really do," I said, crossing my hands in front of my chest. "But, since when did you become so concerned for me?" "I truly do not wish to talk about it," she stated. "Why?" I asked softly. A gust of wind swept around us, whistling softly past. Mist's eyes widened at my question, and she quickly looked away. It was the first time I've seen the Mismagius act so awkward around me. She gave me the feeling that she was always completely sure of herself. That personality was no longer in front of me. What was left was an unsure being, her eyes darting to and away from me. Her gems glowed erratically as her makeshift hands played with the frills of her dress. "Please, answer me Mist," I pressed gently. I extended my hands to her, hoping that she would accept. "I promise I won't be mad." "I know you will not," she said, slowly approaching me. Silence threatened to loom over us again, but she shook her head after a moment. It was as if the act cleared her mind. "My previous master," she said suddenly, "she... she was not the best person to choose, now looking back in hindsight." I probably was looking rather confused, for she elaborated. "Ghost Pokémon are not easily captured. We choose to go with a trainer, not the other way around. We do not appear in front of someone that we do not consider worthy in some degree." I nodded in understanding, but kept quiet. This wasn't easy for her to talk about, that much was obvious. Though I've never taken her for hesitating in most things, I could understand being so cautious now. I imagine that it was the fear of abandonment that held her. I wouldn't imagine why she would feel that way, seeing as that she's probably pulled everything out of my head by now. Knowing and doing are two different things, though. She sighed after a moment. "I had chosen a female trainer that was passing by," Mist said. Her voice was quivering slightly, distorting the speech. "When this happened, it was not the first time I had seen her. She looks rather similar to this Joy woman, but her hair was blonde and her features were more rugged. "I presented myself to her in her dreams," Mist continued. "She was ecstatic about me. She was looking for a ghost Pokémon to finish building her team. That was her excuse. After being captured, everything was as well as I expected. That trainer made me feel like I belonged, that I had a place where before I had only my own." I wanted to stop her. It wasn't that I didn't want to hear the story, far from it. I didn't want to see her in this weakened state. It looked like she wanted to sink through the ground, and never reappear. I reached out to her, placing my hands at her waist and bringing her close to me. While she didn't cry, Mist shivered against me. "She wanted me to be a child bearer," Mist intoned. "She was planning on using me as a breeding tool. I did not believe it, until they put me in that damnable daycare center with that shape changing blob." I nodded. I had a feeling this was going to turn ugly. "That is not what the worst offense was," Mist continued, looking up to me. "While I did obey her, out of nothing but the link of master and servant, I could not bear the child." I blinked, the implication sinking in really quickly. "Wait, so you're infertile?" I blurted. Mist nodded slowly, and I felt like an idiot for saying it like that. She smiled sadly at me, patting my cheek with one of her hands. "It is not your fault, Master." "I should have been more tactful, though," I countered with a frown. "Perhaps, but I know you did not mean to be hurtful," she said, a smile creeping on her face. That smile quickly disappeared, as she threw her arms around my neck and shivered in my arms again. "Please do not send me away." I was shocked for a moment. Why would she think I would? Because she wasn't fertile? While unfortunate, it isn't going to stop her from being next to me. I raised Mist's head from my chest, my fingers gently tracing the outline of her face. I smiled down at the ghost in my arms, taking a moment for her to finally relax in my arms. "Mist, I had no idea what you've been through," I said. "As a trainer, I'm sorry that you've been through that. But, it doesn't mean that I'm going to send you back. Song is with us, even after our encounter with... that one. I'm not going to send you away, not after all you've done. Not unless you want to, of course." Mist's expression was somewhere between belief and fear. I didn't let her sit there for long, though. I brought my arms around her and pulled her tightly in a hug. For a moment she stiffened, but then relaxed. Then the tears came, as her body shook in my arms. \================ ====================== ==================== "I'm sorry, Aaron. I know I shouldn't have done that," Joy said. We were outside of the Pokémon center, standing in front of the twin statues of Palkia and Dialga in Eterna City. Jonathan had agreed to help Aiden get situated while he stayed here in Eterna, so we all agreed to take in the sights. I still wanted to check out the gym, in case there was some sort of procedure that had to be done before challenging the leader. Either way, we weren't going anywhere anytime soon. We were all spread out. Aiden and Jonathan went together near the steps that led downward to Mount Coronet. They were talking rather animatedly, so I imagined that they knew each other. Joy was standing next to me. As I turned to look at her, she was mumbling softly. I shrugged to myself, not sure if she saw me or not. Mist and Song were both standing near me, keeping me company. I still didn't want to deal with Zin after Mist threw her into the Pokéball. I shrugged at Joy. "Look, it doesn't matter," I said. "Just don't hit me again. Not unless I really do something stupid. And even then, I'm pretty sure if you'd talk to me instead, it would be better than punching me in the face." "Sorry." "Don't worry about it. Really, it isn't that big of a deal, unless you keep reminding me." "But how do you just shrug it off?" she asked me. "What do you mean? You hitting me?" She nodded, and I grinned at her. "Because I won't stoop to your level," I said simply. "I don't think I need to hit someone to get their attention, or for you to punch my face to get mine. If you really wanted to say something, you'd ask for my attention, in a way that doesn't involve physical violence." She stayed quiet, and I continued. "Besides, do you really want to get on Zin's bad side? Or even worse, be on bad terms with Song and Mist?" She stiffened at the mention of the last two. Seeing as they were both present in the conversation, it had that implication that they could do something. Plus, they heard her confession. I don't think they'd go easy on her now. Especially Mist, after that display earlier. "So again, don't worry too much," I said, chuckling. "I'll try not to," she said softly. "You can always go your own way. No one's making you go with us," I pointed out. "I asked Jonathan if I could travel with you two, and he said to ask you," she said softly. "After the short time that we've known each other, I don't think that'll happen, knowing how I've acted." So, when in the world did this change of heart happen? I shook my head, trying to get that annoyed feeling from my chest. But why would Jonathan defer such a decision to me? Shouldn't it be at least a group choice? I'll talk to him about it later. On one hand, she was an experienced trainer, and she claims that she's a breeder. She's obviously used to traveling, much like Jonathan in that respect. She seems to know the areas around Sinnoh pretty well, as well as local Pokémon information. How in the world she knew about the Abomasnow migratory path, I'll never know. Maybe it really was just local information, and we messed up. Rather glad that we ran into her, even if it was by chance. Though I'm pretty sure Spirit would have handled things if given the opportunity. On the other hand, she was a bit arrogant, impulsive, and downright rude. She likes hitting me in the face, and loves to pick a fight. I'm honestly surprised that I've managed to tolerate it for this long. I imagine Jonathan has more experience with asinine people than I do, but it's reached the point of ridiculous in my book. I mean, who goes and slaps someone across the face for looking at them? OK, staring, but even then, who does that? Not even Song would. Well, except that one time when a pretty girl was walking by. I think I deserved it, because I ended up drooling. "Would it be really that bad to have her with us, Master?" Song asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. "No, it wouldn't," I said, shaking my head. I faced Joy to address her. "You can come, as long as Jonathan has no major complaints. Though from what you said, I don't think he does." She smiled at me, a sigh of relief heaving out of her chest. She grabbed and shook my hand forcibly, almost making me bounce up and down by sheer force. "You won't regret this! I promise!" she said, before releasing me. "Oh! I gotta go get my stuff from Sis. Be right back!" With that, she ran down the stairs in direction of Eterna. I shook my head as she weaved in between people walking the streets. I wondered what I had just unleashed into my life. "Are you sure this was a wise choice?" Mist asked, voicing my thoughts. I chuckled. "Not at all," I answered. "Though there's safety in numbers." "You and Jonathan have done fine so far," Mist pointed out. "We did not need someone of her caliber." "Probably," I conceded. "But in all honesty, it's better that she's with us than not. I don't need her spreading around rumors about me." "What do you mean, Master?" Song intoned. "Zin's slip up a few days ago," I said, lowering my voice. "She did mention that I was her mate then, remember?" Both Song and Mist winced at the reference. "I see your point now," Song said, nodding. "It's better if she is with us." "Well, for the time, anyway," I said, sighing. "Still have no idea what's going to happen when I let Zin out." "I am sure that she would be content to see you once more," Mist said calmly. "I did explain to her what was going on." "Then why did she act the way she did?" I asked. "Perhaps she forgot?" Mist offered. "I did mention it to her before we left to Eterna." I shrugged. "Well, we'll deal with it when it comes up. Right now, I still want to inspect this statue more thoroughly." "Why?" Song asked. "Is it because of the Celestic Ruins?" "Basically," I answered, tapping the foot of the four legged beast. "Dialga and Palkia are part of the creation process, or so the legend goes. The ruins pointed that there were three creatures created by Arceus. We know these two, but who's the third, is the real question." I sighed, shaking my head. "I doubt anything is written here that we don't already know, but we can at least cross this place out for any clues if we've inspected it properly." I ignored the footsteps behind me, focusing my attention on the statue. The wording was still the same as I remembered from when we passed this a few days ago. I ran my fingers over the letters, trying to embed it all within my memory. "Dialga and Palkia," I murmured to myself. "The Roar of Time? The Space between Worlds? Would these be their tittles?" "They are indeed, Aaron," Aiden said, breaking my concentration. Turning around, both Aiden and Jonathan stood next to me, looking curiously at my actions. I looked at Aiden curiously when he didn't continue. With a smile, he spoke to me. "Would you like to know what information I have?" I nodded. His smile widened as he continued. "It is generally believed that Arceus is the creator, correct? Well, the first things he created were his first two sons. Dialga and Palkia, time and space made physical beings. To Dialga, Arceus gave him rule of the stars, while to Palkia, he gave the power of space and dimensions." "That sounds a bit crazy," I said, frowning. "I've never heard of this, not even in all my time with my parent's research." "Not much is recorded, and quite a bit is inferred by other, older writings," Aiden said, nodding. "It is as much belief as it is a mystery." I sighed, frowning. "That doesn't explain the third jewel I saw in the Celestic Ruins." "That would be Giratina," Aiden said stoically. I blinked for a moment. The name sounded familiar. I know I've at least read it once before. "Isn't Giratina the gatekeeper?" Jonathan asked. "Well, that is what is generally believed," Aiden conceded. "It has not been made apparent what is Giratina's duty. All that is known is that he is the third son." "What is he the gatekeeper for?" I asked. Jonathan looked at Aiden, who shrugged. Turning to me, Jonathan said, "Well, it is generally believed that Giratina is the gatekeeper of the dead, to be judged by him in front of Arceus." "It is also implied that he was given charge of our world as its caretaker," Aiden intoned. "Similar to how Dialga was given the stars and Palkia was given the dimensions as their duties." I nodded, taking this new information. "That still doesn't explain why Darkrai showed up, though," I said, sighing. Aiden flinched, bringing his hands over his ears and eyes wide. "You fought against the Night Walker?" he asked in a hushed whisper. I sighed and nodded. "Not willingly, if that's what you're worried about," I answered. "He kinda picked a fight with me." He blinked for a moment, before turning to Jonathan. "Is this what you were worried about when you visited?" Aiden asked him. Jonathan nodded. "Yeah, this was exactly what I feared." I looked at them, confused at what they were talking about. They ignored me for the moment, as they looked at each other. Through the silence, they seemed to reach an agreement. Aiden nodded, while Jonathan just shook his head and sighed. "Can someone tell me what's going on?" I asked at the two. "It would be better if I showed you, but this isn't the place," Jonathan said. "Where's Joy?" "I'm right here!" I turned around to see Song helping Joy with her belongings. She had various objects in her hands, which seemed to have fallen at one point or another. I sighed, shaking my head at the sight. At least Song seemed to be taking everything in stride. "Change of plans," Jonathan stated. "We're headed south." "South?" I asked. "But what about the gym?" "The gym isn't going anywhere," he rebuked calmly, shaking his head. "Where we're going, we have a chance to helping solve this mystery about Darkrai." Joy stiffened visibly at the name. "Wait what? What are we doing?" she asked. "Aaron, can you pull out your Pokédex, please?" Jonathan asked me, ignoring Joy's question. I nodded, pulling the device out of my pocket and opening it. Activating the map function, I passed it over to Jonathan. He quickly tapped a few buttons and passed it over to me again. Instead of the local Sinnoh area, where the major routes and cities were labeled, there were more routes and a few locations that I've never even heard of before. "There's a monastery, hidden near the edge of the land mass of Sinnoh, located at the end of the Coronet Mountain range," he said, nodding. "This is where I was before I flew over here to Celestic Town to correlate information." "Is that what you were doing? Gathering information?" I asked. "I told you that I'm also looking into this whole Darkrai phenomenon," he said, rolling his eyes. "You just so happened to be the latest victim." "Wait, what's going on again?" Joy asked. "I'll fill you in when we land," Jonathan said, shaking his head. "Unless you guys have some fast flyers, we're in for a long trip." "But I thought we were going to stay here longer?" Joy asked, clearly irritated. "I wanted to talk to my sister!" "Unfortunately, we don't have the luxury," Jonathan said clearly. "Either you come with us, or you can stay. We'll be back, Arceus willing." I looked at Jonathan for a moment, thinking that he lost his marbles. What would be willing to kill us? Oh, wait, that's right, kinda hard to get away from darkness itself if it wants you. "My master would be glad to see you once again, Jonathan," Aiden said, bowing to us. "May your journey be swift, and the winds of hope be at your back." \================= ================== ========================= We were to leave as soon as we resupplied back in town. I was still miffed about not checking out the gym, but I guess Jonathan had a point. It wasn't going anywhere, and we'll be back. Hopefully we can learn something productive, and this trip doesn't end up feeling like a wild chase across Sinnoh. It's already starting to feel a bit hopeless. I was still stuffing the last bit of potions and vitamins in my backpack when Jonathan and Joy ran into me inside the Pokémon Center. They gave me an inquisitive look, and I just shrugged. "With this guy," I said, pointing at Jonathan, "I have a feeling that I wouldn't know when we'll reach this place. I'm just making sure we're prepared with extra supplies." "We all bought extra supplies," Joy reminded me. "Extra on extra," I said, grinning. She sighed and rolled her eyes at me, but left the subject lie. Though we didn't exactly see eye to eye, it looked like she was making an effort to change. I can live with that. Jonathan chuckled at me, though. "Very true, that is," he said. "While Storm can get there in no time, I don't know how fast your flying Pokémon are, so we'll take our time getting there. Hopefully luck is with us and the weather stays clear. We don't need anything starting up that'll throw us off-track." Both me and Joy nodded. We really didn't need something like that messing our travels. Getting lost is one thing, because at least the maps were accurate on my Pokédex. Becoming separated in the wilderness, where maps were less updated, it would be equal to suicide. I picked up my backpack and headed outside, quickly followed by my two companions. It was a brand new day. We decided to stay over to get a good night of rest and double checking our Pokémon, before making such a long journey. Jonathan estimates it would take us at least five days to get there. I'm betting my money on a week. I fished out Spirit's Pokéball, quickly letting the green dragon out of her confines. When she fully materialized, she gave me a quick hug, seemingly intent on double checking my physical condition. I chuckled as she ran her claws through my hair and opening my mouth with her claws. I obliged as best I could, though I had no idea why she would need to check my tonsils. "Why does she do that?" Jonathan asked, putting away his Dragonite's Pokéball. "Beats me," I said, shrugging. "I think she's making up for being shy around me." Spirit nodded, the scales around her cheeks changing into that familiar red hue. I laughed as I patted her on the shoulder. She smiled down at me, but immediately cringed when she looked in Joy's direction. I turned to see that three headed thing again, hovering next to her. "That thing isn't going to roar at me again, right?" I asked, backing away slightly. Joy laughed, petting the Pokémon's 'arm'. I don't even know if it can be called an arm, because both ended in a face with a huge maw. Filled with teeth. "Zefyra understands that you aren't a threat," she said, giggling. "She might allow you to pet her." "I'll let her decide that, thank you," I said, waving my hands in front of me. "No need to get my hands bitten off." "And before I forget, her species is called Hydreigon," she said, smiling. The beast in her hands rumbled happily, two of her three heads nodding simultaneously. "I'll remember that," I said, grinning. "Though I think that Jonathan is waiting for us." "Thank you for remembering me," he said, already atop of his Dragonite. "If you two are done introducing each other, we need to get going. Daylight's burning." Spirit quickly bent down as I made myself comfortable. Double checking my backpack straps and making sure I wasn't going to slide off Spirit's back. She tested her wings, their buzzing louder than what I was used to. I was sitting on her back, my legs just behind where her wings were. I grinned as she twisted her neck to see if I was alright. I nodded and leaned forward to pat her neck gently, and she nodded back at me. After adjusting her footing for a moment, a leap into the air had me holding onto her shoulders. Her wings buzzing next to me, I looked to my side to see the roof of the Pokémon Center pass by. Jonathan was already in the air, and Spirit aligned herself to him and his Dragonite, Storm. How did he take off without me noticing? I voiced my concern, raising my voice over the buzzing of Spirit's wings. "She's pretty good about that, isn't she?" he asked rhetorically, his voice loud. "Storm's had a lot of practice!" I shrugged, and he laughed, tilting his head backwards. I was afraid that he was going to fall, though my worry was proven false as Storm adjusted to him. He nodded at me, pointing next to me. I turned to see Joy and her Hydreigon, Zefyra, flying next to me. The beast's six wings beat at the air, lifting her without seemingly a care. I nodded at her, as a blast of air made me aware that Jonathan has moving. Joy laughed, shaking her head and motioned me to follow. I patted Spirit on the neck and nodded. Don't know if it was for my own sake, or if she saw the action. She raced after them just the same, flying in formation behind Zefyra and Joy. I couldn't tell how fast we were traveling, but if I was to venture a guess, pretty fast. The wind howled, mimicking the sound of a Houndoom, the temperature making me shiver slightly. The sun was still shining, which helped a lot to mitigate that feeling though. It was the reason why I wasn't wearing a jacket. Sensibilities be forgotten, we were going to solve this damn mystery, one way or another. I thought wistfully of home. I wondered how mom and dad were doing. Were they worried about me? I imagine they were. They're parents, after all. I wonder how they would react if I called them about breaking my ribs. Or meeting Suicune. What about finding Xola almost dead? Darkrai? Would they even believe me? I sighed, closing my eyes and shaking my head. No use worrying about that right now. Maybe I can use that phone thing that Jonathan did to my Pokédex to call them. Hopefully it can get a signal, wherever we're headed. Dread rose in my stomach suddenly. What if Darkrai found out about my parents? My heart felt like it skipped a beat at the implication. They didn't have Pokémon to defend themselves if he did show up. I ground my teeth, and I pulled my hands from Spirit's shoulders, to avoid surprising her by accident. Taking deep breaths, I forced myself to focus on Zefyra and the Pokémon's rider. Spirit's neck twisted slightly, red covered eye looking at me with caution. I smiled, shaking my head at her. I doubt she bought my ruse, but she nodded and kept flying, following our guide to wherever this place was. \============ ================= ========================== We began our decent around what looked like midday. The sun was high in the sky, and the clouds were getting thicker when I saw Storm and Jonathan slowly lowering themselves into the cloud cover underneath us. I leaned forward, holding tightly against Spirit as we followed Joy and Zefyra into the clouds. I closed my eyes, the water droplets obscuring my vision and making it painful to try to keep up. I envied my Flygon slightly, for having natural eye protection. Passing the cloud cover didn't take as long as I thought, as the droplets of water stopped soaking everything I had. The clouds above us now were uniform across the sky, fluffy white preventing the sun's rays from fully reaching the surface. Thankfully, both Jonathan and Joy were easy to spot above the impressive tree line and the rolling mountains that spanned the landscape. While the trees were thick in some areas, it wasn't all connected. Large open areas were easily visible from our vantage point, and it's where Jonathan was headed. Both Joy and myself quickly followed him towards one of these spots. From high above, it didn't look like it had much in the way of grass. It looked like a barren rock field in a rather circular shape. Like someone made a cut-out of the forest, and forgot to put it back. Spirit landed next to Zefyra, and I dismounted as quickly as I could. I wanted to give her a good rest before we flew again. Scratching under her chin, she gave me a sigh of relief. I grinned as she tried to mimic my actions, and I followed with my other unoccupied hand. She copied me again, using both of her claws to gently scratch my neck. I chuckled as I stopped, and she quickly followed suit. I wondered if she was ticklish. "Alright, we're going to set up camp here," Jonathan said, nodding. "We're making great time." "Why are we stopping so early?" I asked. "It looks like it's barely noon." "It's about one o'clock right now, but yeah," he said, waving my comment away. "The reason why we stopped is because the next part has no clear and safe area to land to rest. I don't want to overextend ourselves without a reason." I nodded, understanding the concern. Knowing him, he'd be there by now. "Let's set up," Joy said, nodding. "If you two give me your tents, I'll set them up. If you two brought food, one of you can cook it and the other can look for dead branches for the fire." "Dibs on cooking!" Jonathan exclaimed, as soon as Joy finished talking. I blinked, surprised by the reaction. I shrugged regardless. Wasn't going to complain about it, and I wasn't sure about my own cooking skills anyway. "Spirit, I want you to rest here, alright?" I asked her, gently petting her in between her eyes. "You deserve a rest." She nodded, though gave me a concerned look. "What, you think I'll be in danger?" I asked her. She nodded, playing with her claws again. I chuckled, opening Song's Pokéball. The Gardevoir appeared with a twirl next to me, a soft giggle in my ears. "It's good to finally be out of that thing," she said happily. "Are we there yet?" "No, not by a long shot," I said, chuckling. At her sigh, I shook my head. "Apparently, this place is at the end of the Coronet Mountains. Jonathan guesses we'll make it there in five days." "I think a week is more appropriate," she said, nodding. I laughed, shaking my head. "Well anyway, I've been asked to gather some firewood. Would you like to help me?" "But of course!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hands. I stopped her for a moment, if only to shed my backpack and keep it with Spirit for safe keeping. "Let Joy get anything she needs from there, Spirit!" I called, as I was dragged away by Song's enthusiasm. I stumbled a few times, losing my balance on the uneven ground and by being pulled along by Song. She slowed down when she saw me almost fall, laughing about it. I laughed with her, feeling giddy about everything. "You should let everyone out," Song commented. "It'll do everyone some good." I nodded, pulling out everyone else's Pokéballs and releasing them. With everyone present and accounted for, it wasn't long before Zin and Akalia tackled me, barely staying upright. "You did it!" Zin exclaimed at me. "You did it!" As much as I wanted to ask what she meant, I really didn't want to know. Probably about the whole Mist being possessive thing. I didn't dissuade her, nodding at her happy exclamation. "Alright, I need help gathering some firewood," I said, smiling at everyone. "Probably what you didn't want to hear, but we get food at the end." "Cooked food?" Zin asked. "Yep," I said, nodding. "So find as much as you can. It doesn't look like it's rained around here in a while, so we shouldn't have a problem finding dry stuff." Everyone nodded, and we walked together in a loose group. Akalia and Zin began finding sticks and branches quickly among the trees. It didn't take long for us to have two good armfuls of the stuff. It also didn't help that Mist was cheating, shaking the trees gently if any loose branches came down. I was quick to point it out, to which she giggled at me. "Are you truly going to argue?" she asked. "Not me, but probably an angry bird," I said, grinning. To prove my point, a Murkrow flew right past me, the gust of wind trailing behind it almost making me lose my balance. I looked upwards, to see a leafless tree with a full swarm of them. I couldn't tell when a Murkrow ended and the next began. A Honchkrow flew down, a feathered wing tipping his 'hat' down, as if greeting us. I mimicked the Pokémon's actions, much to the birds surprise. I looked at Song, who nodded at me. "Song, could you translate for me?" I asked. She nodded, smiling. "I don't think there's a need for that. They were sleeping." Right. Murkrow and Honchkrow are nocturnal Pokémon. I shook my head, smiling. "We're sorry for waking you," I said clearly. "We're not here to pick on anyone." I hoped that the leader got the message. For a moment, all the bird did was look at me straight in the eye. As much as it made me feel uncomfortable, I didn't look away. I began to count time by my heartbeats, feeling the moment stretch as my perspective got focused. Thankfully, it only took ten counts for the Honchkrow to nod and fly up to his flock. We quickly headed opposite to where the nest was, retracing our steps back into the clearing. As we passed the trees, I noticed that the sun was starting to come down. I shook my head, startled by the time change. I chided myself, and frowned when I remembered that my Pokédex had an internal clock. We walked in silence together, enjoying each other's company. Zin and Akalia were ahead of us, Zin's calls warning us for unstable footing. We swiftly made it back to camp under their watchful eyes, Jonathan and Joy meeting us to relieve our burdens. We got a fire started, and Jonathan began to lay out some food for all of us. Our tents were set up already. I asked where Spirit was, and Joy pointed to my tent. I shook my head, but shrugged all the same. She deserved the rest. "Do you need help getting her out of there?" Joy asked. "Nah, that's fine," I said, shrugging. "She's probably more tired than I thought." "She's probably not used to flying long distances," Jonathan said thoughtfully. "Flygon's tend to be strong flyers, but not for distance. I think we might have problems tomorrow." "Why do you say that?" I asked. He shrugged, as he pulled a cutting board from his backpack. Joy pulled a head of lettuce and handed it to him. While Jonathan was cutting, she pulled out a small soup pot and poured some bottled water inside of it. "Sorry, only enough soup for the humans," Joy said to Zin, giggling at the Houndoom's hurt look. I knelt down and petted her between her horns. "I'll let you taste some," I said, grinning. "Sorry, I totally spaced," Jonathan said, putting in the sliced vegetables inside the water. "Just a personal observation. I've never met a Flygon that can go a full day of flying. Not saying it isn't possible, just that I haven't seen one do it." I nodded, grinning. "I don't know how strong Spirit is, but I'm sure she'll surprise us if given the chance." He laughed as Joy dropped some noodles inside the water, and began passing some tomatoes to Jonathan. "Too true," he said, chuckling still. "I'm not going to be surprised by anything today, not after her Ditto." "Who?" I asked. He pointed behind me, and I turned to look. What I saw made my entire brain process stop. The scream that I wanted to yell died in my throat, panic completely locking me up. I wanted to run, do something, but fear kept me still. Darkrai was right behind me. Song's scream was the only thing that snapped me out of my paralysis. Not caring if I had imagined it or if it was real, I lunged forward at the shadow, my fist meeting the Night Walker's face. Meeting the ground, I stood up as fast as I could to see Zin lunge forward. "Hey! Stop hurting my Ditto!" Zin stopped just before she leapt at the creature. Focusing on the creature, its skin began to convulse, shrinking rapidly into a pink blob with two eyes and a wide mouth. Two little tentacle hands rubbed the sides of its cheek, most likely where I had connected. Joy ran past me, scooping up the Pokémon in her hands, giving me a horrified look. "Why would you do that?" she asked me. I sighed, shaking my head. "Me and Darkrai... we don't get along?" I offered. She stared directly into my eyes, and I laughed nervously. I sighed again. "I'll explain." "You better," was all she said, as she went back to Jonathan's side. I looked over at Mist, who was currently just hovering next to my tent. I walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She blinked, as if lost in thought, then focused on me. "I apologize, Master," she whispered. "I... I knew what it was, it-." "Don't worry about it," I said, as I wrapped her in a hug. Since when did such a confident ghost turn the other way? "We'll get stronger, I promise." She laid her head on my shoulder as I walked back to the fire. Before I got there, her body began sinking inside of me. Though I knew the feelings, it wasn't without its suddenness. I was thankful I could keep walking and prevent myself from shivering. She didn't say anything once inside of me, but I could feel her. She was safe, that was all that mattered. Joy looked up at me, her eyes narrowed. I sighed as I sat down and began explaining my situation. \============= ===================== ================== The sun was now down, officially. I talked myself hoarse, barely eating my soup as Joy questioned my story time and time again. I came clean with her, starting all the way from the beginning of my little adventure. "Well, that explains it," she said, as I finished detailing the events in the Celestic Ruins. "Doesn't make sense why he'd attack, but now I understand why you reacted that way. "I want to apologize to you, for my Ditto," she continued, sighing. "He's a bit eccentric like that. He likes to copy any and all kinds of Pokémon." I nodded. "It's fine," I said. "Thank you, for accepting my apology." "I think you said it best," she said, waving my apology away. I laughed as I brought my bowl of soup to my mouth. I was surprised at the taste, the broth warming me up almost instantly. While it scalded my tongue, all I wanted was to drink it down as fast as possible. Jonathan laughed as I panted, feeling myself sweat. "Don't drink it too fast," he advised. "Enjoy it. You're cooking tomorrow." I laughed and nodded. Zin pressed a paw on my knee, sticking her nose up to smell the contents of my bowl. Everyone chuckled as I brought the bowl to her level, letting her taste it. She licked for a moment, before diving forward, almost knocking the bowl out of my hands. "Well, that's a first," Jonathan said in between laughs. "Never seen a Pokémon go so crazy about the food I've made." Zin didn't respond, but looked at him while licking her chops with her long tongue. She snuggled next to me, her head resting on my lap. Song was resting against my back, Xola next to her. Spirit was still inside my tent, and Akalia had gone inside there not that long ago. Mist was still inside of me. Good, everyone was accounted for. "So, who's going to take first watch?" Jonathan asked. "Just in case any wild Pokémon show up." I raised my hand. "I'll stay up," I said, grinning. "I haven't finished my food, since I was talking all this time." "Fair enough," Jonathan said, smiling. "You can have the leftovers, too, if you'd like." "Thanks," I said, nodding. Both of them headed for their nearby tents a few steps away from the fire. They waved goodbye and disappeared inside. I held my bowl of soup in one hand, grabbing a handful of sticks and putting them inside the fire. I grabbed a larger one and gently prodded it inside; making sure that it wouldn't roll out of place. Putting a fist sized rock next to the last large piece, I nodded to myself. Bringing the bowl to my lips, I enjoyed the flavors that danced across my tongue. "*Master,*" Mist said, her voice echoing softly inside my mind. "*There's something out there*." Slowly lowering the bowel from my lips, I looked around casually. At first I didn't see anything. A second look didn't bring anything strange in the encroaching darkness around me. I couldn't hear any footsteps across the barren rocky field surrounding us, so I couldn't imagine anything or anyone bypassing me. "*Unless they can float*," Mist whispered warningly at me. "*Do not let the darkness deceive you*." I willed myself not to stand up at the mention of levitation and just nodded at her warning. I focused on my food again, trying to keep those thoughts out, while trying to keep an ear out for anything suspicious. Focusing on my breathing, I drank my soup slowly, doing my best to stem the paranoia that felt that was crawling up my spine. No one stirred around me. Zin was still asleep, while Song and Xola were still unmoving behind me. I could feel Song stir for a moment against my back but nothing more. I lowered my bowl, and just beyond the ring of light of the fire was... something. I couldn't tell any more than two glowing white eyes in a field of black. They looked to be level with me, so I couldn't tell if the creature was short, or kneeling. I didn't look away, but I didn't move. I hoped that we weren't in some Pokémon's territory. I blinked, but in that moment, the eyes that were in front of me disappeared. I almost jumped, startled at suddenness. Did I see what I really did, or am I just seeing things? "*No, I saw it too*," Mist said thoughtfully. "*My powers could not sense what it was, either. It was as if it was protected from psychic powers*." "Whatever it was, it looks like it's gone," I whispered, slowly shaking my head. "Thank you, Mist." She giggled softly, the sound echoing inside of me. I smiled, as I let the happiness she was feeling warm me. Along with the fire, I felt content. I hoped, again, that we weren't inside a Pokémon's territory. I also hoped that they wouldn't show up again, with more friends. The clouds had cleared out slightly, stars peeking out in between the nimbus. I smiled, enjoying the company of my friends. I just hoped that Aiden hadn't sent us on a wild goose chase.

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Title: Perfeccionismo. by Yure16 Tags: Cub, Cubs, Felines, Males, diaper, infantilism * Está errado - eu disse, aoouvir o ruído produzido pelos instrumentos. * Estou dando o melhor que tenho -disse Max. * Nossa, nem quero ouvir seu pior;que horror....Max suspirou. Apple e Care me olharam,um tanto espantados, já que nunca me viram agir daquele jeito. Euestava nervoso, por uma variedade de razões. Eles tocariam comigo eminha nota de música poderia depender da performance deles também.Sem falar que o professor provavelmente notaria que as partiturasforam substituídas. * Menos força nessas patas se vocêquiser se passar por profissional - falei, tentando manter a calma,mas eu estava me sentindo bem pressionado. * Assim? - perguntou Max, fazendoum acordo bem suave. * Bom o bastante. Agora mantenhaessa força enquanto toca; a melodia precisa ser leve. Aliás, vocêfará o contraponto, que, de acordo com a partitura, é um poucodesarmônico. Se for muito alto, o contraponto ficará uma bagunça. * Entendi.... - Max baixou acabeça, envergonhado.Suspirei, sentindo-me mal por terenvergonhado Max. * Sinto muito - falei. * Você está pressionando demais anós - falou Care, que ainda se recuperava do sermão que eu havialhe dado minutos antes de reclamar do Max. * Ele só está nervoso.... -defendeu Apple. * É, estou, sim.... - falei,olhando para minhas patas de baixo. - Nunca toquei em grupo antese sempre trabalhei sozinho. Perdoem a rudeza. * Seus padrões são muito altos enós acabamos de começar - falou Care. - Isso é normal praquem trabalha sozinho, ter altos padrões e não saber coordenar umgrupo. * Sou meio perfeccionista.... * "Meio" o escambau, Yure.... -reclamou Apple, baixinho, mas alto o bastante para que eu ouvisse. * Desculpem, pessoal....Silêncio. Resolvi parar com o treinoe ir para o berço. Fechei a porta do quarto e deixei os outros nasala. * Nossa, que estranho - disseCare. - Ele trata-nos mal e depois fica chateado. * Chama-se culpa - disse Apple. -Eu deveria falar com ele.... * Não, espere.... Vamos treinarsozinhos. Talvez atuemos melhor sem pressão - sugeriu Max. * Parece lógico - completou Care.E eles começaram a treinar sozinhos.As horas passaram e, com um ajudando o outro, o trio ficava melhor emseguir a notação musical.... E tudo isso enquanto eu dormia. Atéque, depois de muitas horas de investimento e pausas, eles vieram aomeu quarto acordar-me. * Yure - disse Max.Acordei e olhei para eles. * Já falhamos? - perguntei. * Que é isso, cara, recomponha-se -disse Care. * Nós treinamos sozinhos enquantovocê dormia - falou Max. * Queremos que escute o resultado.Suspirei e disse: * Tudo bem, então.... Mostrem-me oque vocês têm.... Depois da minha soneca, tá?O resto do grupo ficou desapontado,mas entenderam que a soneca da tarde é importante para o bomfuncionamento do corpo felino.... Eles voltaram a sala. * Será que fizemos direito? -perguntou Apple. * Nós nos garantimos, gata! Éóbvio que vamos nos dar muito bem na apresentação! - falouCare, ainda sob efeito do feitiço. * É, nós estamos afiados obastante - concordou Max. - Yure ficará orgulhoso de nós.Talvez não seja exatamente do jeito que ele quer, mas está bompacas. * É verdade.... - concordou Apple. * É mais fácil seguindo a notação. Que tal treinarmos mais? * Excelente ideia. * It's wrong - I said,hearing the noise produced by the instruments. * I'm doing my best here -said Max. * Gosh, then I don't wantto hear your worst; that's awful...Max sighed. Apple andCare looked at me, a little surprised, since they never saw me actingthat way. I was nervous, for a variety of reasons. They would playwith me and my music grade would depends on their performance aswell. Not to mention that the teacher would most likely notice thatthe sheets were replaced. * Less strength in thosepaws if you want to look professional - I said, trying to keepcalm, but was feeling very pressured. * This way? - asked Max,playing a very soft chord. * Good enough. Now, keepthat strength while you play; the melody must be soft. Plus, you aredoing the counterpoint, that, according to the sheet, is a littledisharmonious. If it's too loud, the counterpoint will be a mess. * I see... - Max loweredhis head, ashamed.I sighed, feeling bad forhaving ashamed Max. * I'm sorry - I said. * You are pressing us toomuch - said Care, who was still recovering from the sermon I gavehim minutes before complaining about Max. * He is just nervous... -Apple defended. * Yes, I am... - I said,looking at my feet-paws. - I never played in group before and alwaysworked alone. Forgive if I'm rude. * Your standards are toohigh and we just learned to play - said Care. - That's normal forsomeone who works alone, to have high standards and have noexperience in group coordination. * I'm sortaperfectionist... * "Sorta" my ass,Yure... - complained Apple, to herself, but I heard anyway. * I'm sorry, guys...Silence. I decided tostop the practice and go to the crib. I closed my bedroom's door andleft the other animals in the living room. * Wow, how weird - saidCare. - He treat us that way and then becomes all sad. * It's called guilt -said Apple. - I should talk to him... * No, wait... Let'spractice by ourselves. Maybe we do better without pressure -suggested Max. * Seems logical -completed Care.And they started to playby themselves. Hours passed by and, helping each other, the triobecame better and better at following musical notation... and allthat while I slept. Then, after many hours of practice and pauses,they came to my room to wake me up. * Yure - said Max.I woke up and looked atthem. * Did we fail already? - Iasked. * What the Hell, dude?Compose yourself - said Care. * We trained alone whileyou were asleep - said Max. * We want you to hear theresults.I sighed and said: * Alright, then... Show mewhat you got... after my nap, alright?The rest of the groupbecame disappointed, but they understood that the afternoon nap isimportant to the feline body... They went back to the room. * Did we do well? - askedApple. * We are great, baby! It'sobvious that we will do a good number! - said Care, still under theanti-shyness spell. * Yes, we are sharpenedenough - Max agreed. - Yure will be proud of us. Maybe it isn'texactly what he wants, but it's good enough. * That's true... - saidApple. - It's easier following the sheet. What about training more? * Excellent idea.

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Title: Being Neighborly Ch. 03 Tags: neighbor Dave spent the next three hours willing the clock to move faster, he showered again and called his friend Mike to make plans for golf outing sometime next week. He listened distractedly while Mike bitched about his ex-wife and how he was getting raped in the divorce proceedings. It was 4:45 when he disconnected with Mike feeling sorry for the poor bastard, but still soaring on the notion that Kelsey would be arriving any moment. He was whistling as he opened a beer and sat at the counter, clad only in a pair of shorts waiting for the knock at the door. He heard her footsteps on the porch moments before the knock but waited a few seconds to open the door, lest he seem sad and desperate. Tonight she was wearing a mini skirt of stretchy fabric and a sleeveless button up top; the top four buttons were undone revealing another lace-trimmed bra. High-heeled sandals showed off recently painted toenails and she smelled like fresh flowers. "Hi!" she chirped her eyes sparkling. "Hi there." he answered lamely, momentarily stunned at her beauty. She dropped her bag on the floor and threw her arms around his neck as he pushed the door closed. His cock was instantly erect as she kissed him parting her lips and delicately probing with her tongue. Her lip-gloss tasted like cherry and Dave reached around to cup her ass. The skirt was so short that when she reached up he bare ass cheeks were revealed. Dave sighed deeply at the thought of no panties under the skirt and kissed her back even more deeply. She rubbed her stomach against his cock feeling the length of him pressed against her. Parting momentarily for a breath of air Dave opened his eyes. Tugging his hands she pulled him toward the living room. "I've been waiting all day for this." She confessed to him as she unbuttoned his shorts. He'd left the belt off in anticipation of tonight and she pushed his boxers down toward his ankles. Dave was naked now and he began pulling at the buttons on her top while she wrapped her hands around his cock. He unclasped her bra from the back and waited as she tossed the shirt and bra aside. Rather than puling her skirt down he tugged up on the hem instead sliding the fabric up to her hips he slid his hand between her thighs and whispered "Me too." Her cunt was slick with juice and his finger slipped right in while she moaned with pleasure. She continued to tug on his shaft while he finger fucked her, sensing that she was nice and hot he stopped, hoping that he could slow her down a little and draw the pleasure out. He waited for her to open her eyes. "Tell me what you want." he asked playing with her nipples, spreading the juice from her pussy along her tits, knowing that he would lick it off later. "I..." placed on the spot she hesitated slightly "I'm not sure." Dave smiled at her shyness. "You must have thought about it a little bit." He teased pinching her nipples between his fingers. "I want to ride you." She said softly, "Will you show me how?" "You've never been on top before?" Dave was taken aback by the confession and the plea to be taught excited him even more. She shook her head and looked away. "Before yesterday the only orgasm I ever had was with a vibrator." she flushed slightly, embarrassed. "Oh well then, let's fix that." Dave sat on the couch and reached into the table drawer. Kelsey watched as he ripped open the condom and deftly rolled it onto his cock. "Climb on." he invited opening his arms. Kelsey straddled his waist knees on either side of him. He noticed she was shaking a bit as he guided his cock beneath her pussy. She lowered herself onto him gently easing his full thickness in slowly allowing her tight wet hole to stretch as it swallowed the length of his cock. As he gave her time to get used to him, he licked and sucked at her nipples hands caressing her ass as she moaned softly. "How does it feel?" He asked. "Am I hurting you?" "God no!" she gasped. He moved his hands to her hips and began to rock her back and forth on his cock, she picked up the rhythm quickly making whimpering noises as he helped her ride his cock, soon she was bouncing up and down with his thrusting, slick with sweat his sucked her tits and tried not to come when he felt her pussy tighten and constrict around his cock. She threw her head back in wild abandon as she rode him. "Fuck yes!" she cried as she came violently moaning and heaving for breath. Dave's cock was close to bursting and he held her in place so as not to lose control. He listened to her breathing even out as the orgasm subsided. Dave was amazed that she had never been on top before, and laughed as she brought her eyes back into focus. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" He teased her and she smiled this time rocking back and forth on her own she placed Dave's hands on her breasts and rode him again. Her second orgasm came faster and Dave was having trouble holding back. Wanting to take back control Dave stood and flipped her onto the couch on her back, not missing a beat she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to meet his and he thrust deeply into her pussy. Buried in her wetness he allowed himself to come with a deep groan he continued to stroke into her pussy as he emptied himself into the condom. He kissed her lips gently and eased his limp cock out of her pussy. Standing he peeled off the condom and went into the kitchen to dispose of it. He grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and a can of coke and returned naked to the living room. Kelsey was seated on the couch topless though she had pulled her skirt back down to cover herself, he sat down next to her and handed her the coke. She drank silently eyes wide and amused as she watched him sip his beer. "Tell me," he said smiling at her, "What kind of arrangement do we have here?" She laughed easily, putting down the soda can. "Well, Dave, I think we would be called "fuck buddies" in today's world." "Fuck-buddies?" Dave considered the term, "I guess I can live with that." Dave reached over and pressed a key into her hand. "It's the key to the side door." He explained, "You don't have to knock anymore." When she looked confused, He went on, "Anyone who rides my cock like that has a free pass to the house. Anytime you feel like stopping by, please do." and smiled at her. Kelsey laughed heartily, "Thanks." she said and stood up. "You know my parents are coming back tomorrow." "I know." he said, "but they work." She graced him with a devilish grin as she fastened her bra and pulled her top around her. "To be honest with you," she looked at him, "they didn't want to leave me alone this weekend. They didn't trust me not to have a wild orgy party by the pool." The irony of the situation was not lost on Dave, "That's why Dad asked you to keep an eye on things." "Turns out it was me he shouldn't have trusted." Dave smiled wryly, "Pretty sure that fucking his daughter six ways from Sunday wasn't what he had in mind when he asked me to keep an eye on you." Kelsey laughed at the comment and stepped into his arms, looking up, her blouse still unbuttoned, her tiny frame pressed against his naked body Dave's cock saluted again despite its recent work out. Kissing his chest Kelsey looked up at Dave, "I love it when you talk like that." She seemed embarrassed to admit that she liked dirty talk. The confession turned him on even more and he felt his pulse start racing. "I forgot to thank you for the obscene phone call earlier. Very hot." He added. "Your welcome." she said teasing the tip of his cock with her fingertips, "Thanks for the show." "Did it turn you on?" he asked honestly curious, he'd never jerked off in front of anyone before. "Absolutely. I just wish I'd been able to see better." She continued to tease his cock tracing small circles over the head as a drop of pre-cum appeared. Knowing what he was about to offer Dave knew he'd completely lost his mind. "Do you want to watch now?" he asked, this girl had asked him to teach her how to ride a cock and it was only fair that he give her something in return. "Upstairs?' she asked, eyes wide and breathing increasing with excitement. Stopping to pick up her bag Dave led Kelsey up the stairs to the master bedroom, he watched her tug down her skirt and remove the bra and shirt she'd started to put on down stairs. "Can I sit here?" she asked indicating the end of the bed. "Anywhere you want." Dave was suddenly feeling a little shy, "I've never done this for a live audience before." His hands shook slightly as he removed the tube of lube from the table drawer. Settling himself on the bed he leaned back and squeezed the lube into his hand he looked at Kelsey and saw that she had pulled a small silver vibrator from her bag. She was waiting for him to start eyes focused on his prick as he grasped it in the lube-covered hand. Dave closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the vibrator and her soft moans as he stroked his cock. God he was getting so hot listening to her moan. Soon his balls tightened and his pace quickened he was stroking faster, his hand a blur and then he was coming, squirting hot sticky cum all over his stomach. He opened his eyes, when he felt Kelsey shift her weight on the bed. She was crawling toward him, she stopped, hovering over his stomach and leaned down to lick the cum off of his stomach. She moved higher leaning down to kiss him; the taste of his cum on her tongue was sexy as hell. "I have to go." She whispered, "Thank you." kissing him again, she slid off the bed and wriggled into her skirt. This time she buttoned her blouse leaving the same four top buttons open. "Hot date?" he teased, relaxing in his bed, the cum drying on his stomach, he was fully satisfied in a way he hadn't been in long time. "Brian." Kelsey confessed, "I told him I'd meet him at 8." "Charge him more." Dave advised, "Your tongue gives a fifty dollar blowjob." Kelsey laughed out loud. "Seriously." Dave insisted, "I've paid hundreds for the things you did for me tonight." "Maybe I will." she winked at him and tucking her vibrator back into her bag, she blew him a kiss and waved as she flounced out of his bedroom. Dave listened as the downstairs door closed. A few minutes later he heard Kelsey's car start. Dave sighed and rolled over, still naked and on top of the covers he thought about the night's activities. Damn. She's a great little fuck. Dave got up and showered rinsing the cum and pussy juice off of his body. He pulled on boxer shorts and ate cold pizza sitting at the kitchen counter. It was one am when he saw the lights go on next door and he knew Kelsey had gotten home safely. He locked the doors and climbed into bed. He was asleep almost instantly and dreamed of being inside Kelsey's tight little cunt staring down at her tramp stamp while he pummeled her from behind.

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Title: The Birth of Monsters by toucanplay Tags: Adult, Anal, Aphrodisiac, Bondage, Bound, Cave, Constriction, Corruption, Cursed, Ejaculation, Erection, Fantasy, Fins, Fish, Forcedshifting, Forest, Handjob, Hard-On, Horror, M/M, M/other, Male, Masturbation, Medieval, Mild Bondage, Mind Control, Mindlink, Minor Bondage, Molesting, Muscle Growth, Muscles, Mythological Creature, Octopus, Oral, Orgasm, Other, Penis, Pheromones, Reptile, Restrain, Semi Consensual, Semi NC, Sex, Shapeshifting, Squid, Story Series, Transformation, Underwater, lovecraft Dorn glanced out over the icy waters of the lake. If he'd been a poet, he might have related the beauty of the cloud-greyed, still waters to a smoky diamond or the eyes of some exotic northern maiden. If he'd been a farmer from one of the principalities downstream, he might have felt a weary joy that the freshly-melted ice from the mountains had filled the dammed area, and relief was coming for the harsh, drying rays of the summer sun. If he'd been a wise man or a member of the cloth, he might have known about the magical properties of the cold liquid and the local plant-life myriad uses in the arcane arts. "And if I'd been a scout," Dorn grumbled to himself, "then I probably wouldn't be lost right now." Unfortunately Dorn was none of these things: instead, he was a soldier, and not a very good one. He was young, and so still a lowly grunt serving Prince Borbous' army; this meant he was often given the drudge work with all the other grunts: guard duty whenever there was a local festival, for instance, or getting stuck on patrol duty. The latter had been what Dorn was doing when he'd gotten lost: he'd been with his platoon when he'd needed to relieve himself, and gone just out of sight for some privacy. He'd not been gone long - at least, that's what he'd thought - and he certainly hadn't gone far when he'd finished and headed back in the direction he'd thought the road had been in. Instead, he'd stumbled further into the trees, and had just spent the last few hours trudging through the forest, sweating and stewing in his armour and swearing to himself. Being tall - nearly six and a half feet tall - and muscular from having been apprenticed to a blacksmith, Dorn was fine with the fighting part of his job. It was why he'd applied for the position in the first place; all the stories that the soldiers told when they'd come into the smithy swam around in his thoughts for days when he'd been apprenticing and meant he'd not really focused on what his then-master had been telling him to do. Especially the more appreciable stories of women in the taverns who'd be more than willing to take a smart-looking soldier to bed with them for an amusing evening. Dorn would have liked that part too, if he'd ever been given the chance. But training had taken him away from the women, or rather at least those that a man would want to look at more than once. Then when that was over there was a constant string of duties and by the time he had any free time he'd be too tired to do anything. Dorn pondered the idea of, when he finally arrived at a settlement that he'd take off a little time for himself in one of those places. Dorn skirted the lake, heading towards the dam on the far side; he hoped that someone would have to be around nearby to tend to the thing, and that they could give him directions. When his stomach rumbled, he added something to eat to his list of desires. Hopefully someone would be around to help him get out of his armour as well; although it was made for daily marches, that didn't make him sweat any less or feel that comfortable. Approaching the dam, Dorn noticed a cottage on the opposite slope. It had certainly seen better days: the thatching on the roof was starting to show early signs of damprot, and he could see the fire in the hearth through a gap in the window's shutters, but it was certainly liveable. The woman tending the garden, however, looked a bit more well-kept: although certainly not young, she had a well-proportioned body and rather striking, exotic features, which he noticed when she glanced towards the lake, raising a hand over her eyes to shield herself from the early afternoon glare. Dorn quickly doffed his simple metal helmet and took a quick glance at his face in the lake as he held the helmet underneath his armpit. His face was slightly burned and sweaty, and his brown hair was damp and more muddier than he'd have liked, but he hadn't lost any teeth and he certainly looked pretty smart in his uniform. "Hallo, fair lady" Dorn called out across the rock dam, "I'm a member of the Prince's Army, and I have been separated from my patrol." Slipping out his sword from the leather sheath at his hips, he added, "There were bandits, and I gave chase, you see." To himself, Dorn noted, "No need to look like a complete donkey." "Hallo, sir knight," the woman answered, her voice polite but cold. Dorn smiled back at her, somewhat dopily grinning; she had red hair, that was long and crinkled and seemed to shine, making it look like her head was on fire. "Oh," he corrected her; he was boastful, but not stupid. There were laws for impersonating a knight, after all. "I am not a knight, just a simple soldier. Would you please tell me how to get to the nearest village?" "I'm sorry," the woman replied, still frozen in her garden. "If you follow the river, you'll come to the next town but I'm afraid you won't get there before nightfall. It's a fair way's away." Hiding his pleasure, he inquired in a feigned innocent tone, "That is a shame, I have been wandering around for some time now, and I am quite hungry. If your husband approves, would it trouble him if I were to stay the night? I could travel the next day after doing some chores as payment; I have some skill in blacksmithery." The woman turned her head, glancing at the house. "Sir, I must admit I have no husband..." Dorn didn't hear anything she said afterwards; his heart was pounding blood audibly throughout his body. The woman seemed to pull on to him, and it took all his trained self-control and common sense to avoid running immediately across the slick stones of the dam. When he'd regained some measure of control over himself, he heard her say, "... so if you agree to do that, then you may stay the night." The woman gracefully stepped away from the fence, disappearing for a moment before reemerging at the gate, quickly skipping down to the other side of the dam. "Thank you, my lady," Dorn nodded his head in thanks. Tightening the grip on his helmet, he carefully stepped out on to the slippery rocks, water rushing over and through them, carefully keeping his balance as he crossed over the stream. The metal covering of his boots clanged as he stepped, slightly muffled by the water, whose chill went right through into his feet. Dorn kept his eyes on the woman, fiery hair flowing over her head. She was incredibly appealing, and her feminine scent drew him forward. He imagined her disrobing for him while his armour grew increasingly uncomfortable between his legs. For a brief moment, Dorn felt his eyes see something else - no cottage, no alluring woman - before it all returned. He tottered as he froze, dreamily looking down to try to steady himself, and noticing the slender end of a green tentacle wrapping itself around his armoured shin. Then suddenly she was embracing him, his face touching the rough texture of her hair, his nose filled with her flowery smell, before the tentacle dragged him out underneath the waves, leaving ripples and an abandoned clearing. --- Dorn woke up on cold dirt and stone, in a barely-lit cell that was surely underground; the irregular walls of his prison suggested they had been made naturally. The only light source, a burning torch, hung from a metal stand fused into a stalagmite. Foul water dripped down from above, plinking off the top of the stalagmite, causing the torch to make a regular sizzling noise along with the expected fire crackling. He'd been stripped of everything, he noticed. His armour and clothes and weapons had all been taken; he'd not been given any replacement clothes, and he felt chill in the dark cell. The bars of the cell were iron, and thick and heavy; Dorn had made a few in his apprenticeship and he knew that he'd never get out of them. Which made the fact that he had somehow been placed inside them all the more puzzling; while Dorn knew very little of magic, he knew enough common knowledge that either he had been somehow magicked into this cell, or that someone had erected the cell around him. The tunnel petered off into darkness; he guessed whoever was holding him prisoner here didn't care to light the passages if they weren't present. Instead, they'd given him a light - for what reason, Dorn didn't know - and he'd been left here on his own after they'd stripped him. Dorn rolled on to his back, stretching out. His stomach was still empty, and now painfully so, but he forced himself to think: escape from capture had been a part of his training that he didn't remember all that well - most of the time, you were expected to fight to the death - but he knew better than to immediately alert his captors by yelling or banging on the bars. Instead, he rolled to his feet, quietly tiptoeing over to the bars, wriggling each of them in turn; with plenty of dirt around him, Dorn hoped that perhaps his imprisoners hadn't counted on the ground being forced to give way to the bars. Unfortunately, that hope proved fruitless, as the bars held fast as he pushed and pulled on them with all his energy. Further enraged by his failed chance at escape, Dorn paced around in his cell. While pondering whether to try to dig his way to freedom, a light caught Dorn out of the corner of his eye; a bobbing light that was bobbing down the presumably underground passageway. The approaching figure was old, and hobbled; one wrinkled, spotted hand clutched at a walking stick, the other to the torch that lit his way. Dorn backed up from the bars, muscles tensed, prepared for anything: if such an elderly person was in league with those who had kidnapped him, and they were to come down here, then it was likely they were powerful or important in some way and so certainly not to be trifled with. "Ah, so you're awake, then?" the old man - it was a man, Dorn noted - croaked. His hood was draped over his face, and his head was bowed - either through age or by design - and the simple burlap garb gave little else away. Dorn, following his training, stood prepared for anything that might happen, remaining silent. "Nothing to say, eh?" the old man continued, an amused lilt in his voice. "Good, good, yes, very good. You're a soldier then, aren't you? Used to obeying orders, eh? Even better!" The old man grunted, shifting his legs apart underneath his robes; Dorn saw the old man's knees bending outwards as he lifted the hand clenched around the staff up. The old man's upraised arm trembled for a moment, then Dorn heard a dull groaning begin. Slowly the iron bars retracted alternatively into the ceiling and the floor, until all that remained were several large holes in two parallel lines. "Powerful magic indeed!" thought Dorn to himself as he watched the bars disappear. He dismissed thoughts of rushing the man to overpower him; physically, he'd handily beat the old magician, but when magic was involved frailty meant nothing. The old man hobbled away, calling out behind him, "Come, come along now! Time to obey some more!" Dorn, having been left behind, stood where he was for a few moments. He certainly wasn't keen on doing what the old man said; however, he was also sure he didn't want to risk raising the ire of someone who could move iron bars with a wave of his hand. Grabbing the torch out of his receptacle, Dorn reluctantly followed. Given the only other option would be to stay where he'd been imprisoned, this was at least an improvement on the situation. The passage beyond was dirt and rock; Dorn looked down, noticing that the only footprints that he wasn't making right now were of the old man. "Had the old man brought me here, then?" Dorn wondered, shuddering at the power. The passage was a good field length or more, gently sloping down; with no marks indicating he had been dropped, the old man must have taken him the whole distance, or somehow transported him directly there. Either feat seemed impossible to Dorn, yet it had been done. He could easily catch up to the old man, who hobbled along slowly, but Dorn felt staying back was the most sensible thing to do. He could end up back in the cell again, or worse. "At least now I'm able to learn the geography if I should ever need to escape," he rationalized. A widening in the passageway led into a room of sorts, with another angled-down passageway leading off to the right. While the old man hobbled over to a torch receptacle, Dorn looked around. What drew his immediate attention was the rack in the centre of the room, kept well away from the other things. The remainder of the furniture was what he'd probably have expected the old man to have: desks and shelves covered in tomes, scrolls and papers stacked and sorted into some categorization as arcane as the contents themselves. Small metal boxes appeared here and there on the shelves and tabletops. Quills in clear bottles of ink to various levels were dotted over the tables; one table had been set aside with some kind of glass and metal apparatus, whilst another nearby was covered with a mortar and pestle and various jars and bowls of powder, leaves and other various things. Several of the items Dorn had no clue as to their names or purpose. "Come on then," the old man spoke, breaking into Dorn's observations, "get on the rack!" He shuffled to one of the tables, heading for one of the boxes which badly needed oil, judging by the unnaturally loud creak it made when the lid was forced open. Dorn eyed the passage out, instead, not moving. It was one thing to go along with a powerful magician when there was no choice, he reasoned, but something else to just allow yourself to be tortured to death, or worse. "Well, go on then if you wish," the old man wheezed, startling Dorn by resting a withered hand with something cool and metallic between the gnarled, long-nailed fingers against his back. "It's a waste of time, but I suppose you don't know that for yourself unless you see it." Dorn turned; the old man, being much shorter than he was, still had his face covered and so remained elusive even from this short a distance. However, the old man didn't seem to try to stop him, or magick him in some way, so he headed off down the next passage. Still holding his torch, Dorn could see well enough, but quickly ran into trouble. The passages rocks were rough in places, and slippery in others and even gripping with his toes made progress difficult. Puddles began to appear here and there, and the water made continuing slippery, especially with the mud that was caking his feet. Although the water level continued to rise, Dorn pressed onwards; as he progressed, the water gradually consumed his feet, inching up his lower legs. This didn't deter him; he'd learned how to swim, so wasn't afraid of a little water. About the time that the dirty, dark water reached his knees, Dorn felt a hint of panic when something slimy and wet wriggled beside his leg; it shocked out the memory of his earlier encounter with the tentacle thing and he cried out, nearly dropping the torch as his muscles shuddered. However, when it didn't attack immediately, and seemed to disappear, Dorn breathed heavily, slowing his heart rate. "Probably just an eel," he mumbled aloud to himself. He pushed himself further, even though the water level continued to rise. He did stop, however, once he reached the point where the water rose past his hips. His progress had slowed, and more and more slimy things were swimming beside him, bumping into this intruder into their habitat. With the water level ahead of him clearly higher, and no sign of light or anything ahead, Dorn would probably have to give up the light of the torch, and then he'd be stuck swimming in the dark; not a particularly good option in unfamiliar waters. Angry, Dorn slapped the water with his free palm, agitating the things that swam around him, and not doing much to help calm him down. Standing still for a moment, Dorn finally moved when curious creatures started to nibble near his more sensitive areas. Splashing through the water, Dorn shivered as he looked down at himself. The water was filthy, churning with dirt and a thin film of it coated his lower half. The gritty dirt stuck to his hand as he wiped it down, stubbornly clinging to his body. Dorn's anger and distraction made him careless, and an awkward angle on a sharp stone caused him to tumble backwards into the water, immediately dousing him in darkness as the torch went out and sending a small wave of water reverberating back over him, causing him to splutter as he involuntarily drank some of it. Coughing and hacking, Dorn scrambled to his feet, cursing loudly and hitting the water with his fists. It took him a while to calm down enough to think straight enough to get his bearings, then he slowly headed back out of the water. Dorn wondered what to do: he guessed that the magician had simply transported him here through magic, or perhaps had some arcane device for lighting up and breathing underwater. If it was the first, then he would be doomed, but perhaps he could locate the second and escape. The water level receding, Dorn scratched at his dirty body; the muck clung all over his body now that he had fallen into it, and now that he was coated with it, there was nothing he could use to get rid of it. "Probably full of eel shit too," Dorn grumbled, though did admit it did provide some protection from the cold air of the caverns. He sighed when he finally escaped from the water, and continued stumbling upwards until he finally caught sight of light, then hurried back up into the old man's chambers. The magician was still there, still garbed and anonymous. "See!" the old man cackled. "I told you it was a waste of time!" Dorn had had enough; training or no, he wasn't going to get anywhere. "What do you want?" he snapped angrily at the magician. "The rack! Get on the rack!" the old man replied. Dorn wondered whether the old man was even sane; an insane magician was a terrifying thought. However, the last thing he was going to do was just be tortured without even trying to fight back. He punched; the old man had only a moment to utter, "No, you foo-!" before his robed head connected to the thrown fist, and the magician flew to the side, knocked unconscious. Dorn quickly bent over the prone figure, wanting partially to see who had held him captive, and partially to see if he was still alive; he'd hit harder than he had intended to. When he turned the old man over, the body seemed to dissolve in his hands, turning to a grey ash that fell down roughly where he had been. Clenching at the now-empty burlap robes, Dorn yelled in frustration. Jumping up, he let go of the robe, grabbing instead on to the legs of the nearest table and flipping it over, sending the books and bottles and boxes on it flying into the air, tumbling and smashing onto the ground. Dorn screamed and ranted, realizing he was now trapped. His anger dissipating, the cold reality of being trapped underground with no way of escape curled around Dorn like some phantasmal fog, and he sunk to his knees. Head bowing, he caught sight of a piece of piece of paper curled up in the robes. Extracting it, his shaking fingers picked it up, and unfolded it. There were words written on it, but he could not read them; he wasn't a noble or member of the church, so they were of no good to him. However, there were some symbols on the page - more like crude drawings - that held more meaning to him. The first image was that of a strange creature, with many tentacles coming off of it; if he had lived closer to the sea he may have compared it to some sea-dwelling creature, but he had only seen some for sale at an apothecary, dried, and did not know much about the creatures at all. In fact, the only knowledge he had about them was that his commander often had ordered him to go purchase some when the commander expected to be entertaining a lady that evening. The second was of a simple figure of a man, with one of the tentacles wrapped around him. The man-picture had oversized genitals, and squiggly lines around them as well as the head. He wasn't sure what that was, but if it was targeted to him, then it probably had something to do with the vision he'd had of the woman. Dorn thought it had been the work of the magician; but these icons suggested that it may have been the tentacled beast instead. A vague unsettled feeling started to come over him. An arrow pointed from the man to the third image, which seemed to be of a man, but it appeared to be smudged, or distorted, and Dorn couldn't understand what it was about. Frustrated, he crumpled up the piece of paper, tossing it to the ground. The paper ball half-bounced, half-rolled away, coming to rest against the nearest table-leg. Dorn coughed repeatedly; hacking up phlegm as tremors shook through his body. Rolling on to his hands and knees, the coughing fit continued. Dorn tried to spit up the yellowish goo that was coming from his throat, but he couldn't produce enough saliva, and just left his mouth open, allowing the phlegm to ooze out. His stomach heaved, and a brackish liquid sprayed out; Dorn's muscles shook as sweat dripped off of his body. His body seemed to be drying out, his head buzzing as his blood slowed despite the rapid beating of his heart. He realized he needed water, and fast. With his thoughts disjointed, he struggled to crawl out towards the passage that led to the water. He retched again, crawling and sliding through the fluid as he progressed. The skin on his knees wore down, and Dorn left a path of blood behind him. His palms were rubbed raw, and the pain of his tearing skin tingled painfully as dirt got inside it. His muscles pulsed, swelling and shrinking, Dorn flailing and slipping forwards on his front. His genitals slapped against the rocks and dirt, making the pain even more unbearable. Dorn's thoughts degenerated; he moaned and grunted and warbled, ooze dripping from his mouth as he mindlessly slithered towards the water. It took nearly twice the time it took him to walk there the first time. Dorn shut his eyes, crawling forward instinctively. His body thrummed, arms ahead with fingers clawing his weight forward; his toes kicked behind as his torso muscles shuffled in aid. Not that his eyes were of much help, as by now he had passed well beyond the flickering lights of the chamber and was sliding through near pitch blackness. Not even the wetness of the stones was enough to sate him now; instead, it just caused the burning of his broken skin to inflame anew. Finally, with his mind completely lost to the desire to get to the water and from the pain searing his muscles, Dorn's fingertips touched down into a shallow pool. Grunting in some crazed kind of joy, Dorn felt a rush of energy and pulled his long body forward, sliding into the dark pool. The dark, dirty water embraced him, and Dorn's muscles finally relaxed. The stinging of his wounds continued, but he gulped it down, dipping his head below the surface and gulping down the water, which seemed to relax him. Bloody tears ran down his face, sucking in the water, the painful heat from his body slowly starting to dissipate as he absorbed more and more water. Instinctively he dived down, his throat seeming to soothe; the choking coughs dissipating as he swam. However, he had not breathed properly for some time, so instinctively clawed at his own neck, tearing at the dry flaky outer layer of skin until he felt the pressure in his lungs dissipating. Underneath the surface, Dorn floated for a moment, feeling his new gills return strength to his form. His stomach rumbled; and Dorn felt the instinctive desire to eat. Swimming forward into deeper water, Dorn froze, suspended in the dirty water. He waited, starting to feel uncomfortable, with the layer of strange stuff covering him, but knowing it would help him find his next meal and so tolerating it until after he had feasted. Eventually, he felt the dull nibbling of his prey on his outer layer, as a curious eel slithered up and started to bite at the end of one of his digits. Dorn jabbed forward with the finger, feeling his sharp claw pierce through the eel's throat, breaking through the layers of dead flesh on the end of his finger. The thick webbing between his digits broke through the rest, and a strange skin-coloured glove floated around his dark-scaled, clawed hand. More eels came up as the glove floated in the water, and Dorn darted on them too, his strenuous actions sloughing off more and more of his remaining human skin from his torso and arms, his pale-scaled, long, sleek-muscled underbelly twisting and contorting; the groove around his budding dorsal fin trapping the dead flaps to his back. Dorn ate greedily, biting into the eels. His old teeth, loosened from his gums by the razor-sharp fangs growing underneath, made for painful surprises when he swallowed the eel-flesh, but eventually they had all been swallowed or spat out. He absent-mindedly chewed on the remnants of his lips, as a weird human-skin mask started to fray and pull away. After about a dozen or so eels had been captured and eaten, Dorn's intense hunger had been sated enough for him to stop. Kicking away farther along, Dorn rose slowly to the surface, the claws and webbing on his feet slicing through the dead skin of his legs, causing four flaps to trail about behind him, bits and pieces of hairy skin tearing off and sinking into the dirty, dark depths. On the surface of the water, Dorn looked down, running his clawed, scaly hands over what his jet black, bulging eyes showed to him was something spiky and unpleasant over his head. Peeling it off, he blinked, and rubbed his clawed hand over the scales of his bare head. The strange protuberance from the middle of his face was gone and replaced by the comforting flaring nares flush with his mostly flat face, flaring open and close as his gills quivered uselessly. The uncomfortably bits on the side of his head had been lost as well. Reaching below the waves, he quickly traced his claws around his waist, feeling for where the dead stuff clung to him and pulled it away, enjoying the cool feeling of the water against his exposed claws. Dorn was also relieved when he freed the prickly dead skin from around his genitals, allowing them to retract into their cavity at last. Thrusting up with his invigorated muscles, Dorn dived back down under the water, his nares closing. His new eyelids closed, wiping the dirt from his eyes as the last human skin drifted away. Dorn swam through the dark waters, navigating around the rocks and underwater growths. He caught and ate a few fish as he swam, teeth grinding flesh and bones into a paste he eagerly swallowed, but it was mostly out of opportunity rather than real hunger. After some time, Dorn felt the water around him becoming warmer; flipping onto his back, he blinked and peered upwards, careful not to look too long at the large brightness from above. He quickly turned on his back, his dorsal fin starting to extend nicely and helping to keep him steady in the water. Legs paddling quickly, he arced up to the surface, nares flaring and expelling some built-up water. The surface was pleasant and warm, and Dorn sunned his scales for a bit, leaping and arcing out of the water in what appeared to be a playful display but was just him testing out his new skin on the upper world's air. He looked at the things of this strange world - the strange plants, in particular, and the dry everything, before he dove down again, heading deeper and deeper into the water. Echoes from deep in the water drove him downwards, rippling through the water and exciting one of the new structures that had formed in his brain. Everything human about him had disappeared: memories, feeling, emotions, thoughts, even the name Dorn finally meant nothing to him any more. Now he simply acted on instinct, swimming down into a tunnel deep under the cold lake, the light fading behind him. Caressed by weeds, the creature skirted around nares flickering as scents emerged from the cavity. The new blood in his body stirred through his system, and he eagerly slid through into the hidden chamber below. A tentacle of the creature he'd sensed slipped in beside him, wrapping around his waist. The creature felt an erotic thrill pulsate through him as he was held in place, as more long, thin tentacles enclosed around him. His transformed penis, a short, thick tentacle, emerged from the lips of his genital cavity, brushing up against one tentacle which entwined it in a strong grip. The tentacles forced his mouth open, squeezing his jaw in a way that retracted his gums far from the edge of his near-lipless mouth, settling into special grooves that locked them in place; two long tentacles slipped into his mouth, and the creature felt a third, thicker tentacle being slowly worked deeply into his throat. Another two reached around his legs, pushing apart the sphincter of the creature's anus before another thick tentacle brushed up against it, poking and prodding forcefully until it was permitted access. As tentacles entwined themselves around his limbs, holding him still, the creature felt small jolts of power thrum through his system, clearing his mind once again of even the base instincts he possessed. His penis arced and quivered, the power exciting him as the water around him heated up, making his arousal more pleasurable in the water. The slow squeezing of his dark thick tentacle made it leak; a steady stream of fluid formed globules that floated around in the water. The creature jerked his muscles about, but was kept in place by the many tentacles working holding his body tightly. Another surge, and the steady stream of fluid from his penis expanded, the flared, rough head swelling in the water. The thick tentacles sending power surges began to leak fluid into the creature now too, quickly being absorbed. The dorsal fin began to thicken and expand, and the creature's neck thickened outwards, the head widening and distorting the humanoid shape it had retained. The creature started to grow, as a steady stream of nutrients were poured into it, the pain of the transformation being overcome by the simultaneous pleasure of sexual stimulation. The fluid oozing from the creature's penis started to become thicker and creamier, oozing out rather than squirting as it ejaculated. Its body thrashed strongly, the tentacles around them having to hold on tighter as the creature strengthened. The tentacled thing started to ejaculate fluids as well, a sticky lubricant that bathed its nearly-completed new creature to prepare to eject it from its nest. The creature itself felt new thoughts enter its mind as different fluids were poured into it; its ejaculate had become more forceful, turning from cream through a diseased yellow into a glossy black as his body absorbed more of the tentacled being's chemicals. Its slimy skin seemed to attract the slick oil that was sliding around it in the water. A final heavy shuddering later, and the creature was spent. Weak from the ejaculation, it felt its body being released; the tentacles that once had bound and pleasured him were now releasing him and reorienting him to be pushed out. Its glassy eyes bulged in satisfaction, raising its strong arms forward to more easily fit through the small gap. Swathing its plaything in oil, the tentacle creature started to move its massive bulk, its tentacles either pressing it outwards or manoeuvring the other creature before it pressed hard, and the creature was ejaculated back out into the lake. The creature spun around, confused for a moment as it raced quickly into the illuminated shallow waters of the lake, thrust out at such speeds that it began to rotate. Curling it's slenderly-muscled body, it flattened itself out, slowing its movement before drifting slowly to the surface, slowly raising its eyes above the waterline. It scanned the shoreline. Its master had given it instructions, hard-wired into his brain, of duties he had to perform. It cautiously checked the shoreline for predators, before gliding along, closer to the shore before planting its heavy clawed feet onto the rocks of the shore, climbing out of the water. It felt dry and bad, but it had a duty to perform. It glanced down at its penis, slightly bruised from its rapid ejection into the water, but recovering and retracting. Its nares flared, mind cataloguing the new scents of this alien world. "It has to get help from those above," it said to itself. With a vague path in mind, the creature headed off on its course. * a story by toucanplay -

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Title: Hatred Chapter 8 by Wuffy01 Tags: Anal, Ass, BDSM, Bareback, Bed, Blood, Car, Castration, Cum, Fox, Gay, Gore, Lion, Liver, M/M, M/M/M, Mate, Otter, Pain, Rape, Violence, Whatever lol, Wolf, arse, bedsheets, crying, cutting, guts, rope, sheets, stomach, vore Hatred Chapter 8 The next day, I wake up still holding onto my mate and get up slowly. "Ugh... what happened?" Anthony asked, rubbing his eyes as he looks up at me. *Good, it worked... "\_Well, we went to a bar yesterday... and picked up a Lion... and before you protest... he's a really cool guy...." I smile at him, quickly getting up, not caring if I'm naked and walk downstairs and knock on the Lion's door. "Hey... It's Alex you awake?" I asked opening the door slowly to see a sleeping Lion. \_Geesh... everyone is asleep today* "Sky... Wake up... breakfast is ready..." Without saying anything else, the Lion wakes up at lightning speed and gets out of bed, wearing his boxers. "Re-"He looks away at the sight of me naked "Go put your clothes on... please" "Ugh fine, but before I go... I said that We... Including me mate Anthony met at a bar... and that he passed out okay?" I said running back upstairs and get my clothes on. "So... who is this Lion you picked up at the bar last night?" My mate asked, looking up at me smirking. "Well... we arrived at the bar last night, and since you were drunk you started to flirt with the Lion... I intervened... and after we worked it out... well he came home with us..." I gulped, trying not to smile as I lie. "Oh... I-I'm s-sorry.... I just don't remember a damn thing at all... I mean we were driving somewhere but yea..." He said, rambling on a bit. "Hehe" I rub kiss his head quickly and smile at him "It's no problem... you were drunk is all" I smiled at him as we walked downstairs to the Lion sitting in the living room watching t.v. "Oh... uhm... how old are you exactly?" Anthony asked, looking up at the Lion. "How old do you think I am" He smirked at Anthony and then at me. "Umm... 30?" He asked, blushing a little. "Do I really look that old? And FYI I'm 25" He said, responding to his question and smiling up at me. "Welp... I'm hungry, what about yall?" I asked, grabbing some sausage-links out of the freezer. "Starving!" The two said in unisons "Hehe, okay then" I unbox the entire box and drop it in the skillet and set it to cook for seven minutes. "What's your name?" Anthony asked, looking up at the Lion curiously, still trying to remember the night. "Well Anthony, the name's Sky, nice to meet you again" He said, sticking his paw out. Anthony took the Lion's paw and shook it firmly. I finished making the food as we all sat down and ate at the table. "You know what I did once... I poured salt on a snail.. and it sizzled" The Lion chuckled at the memory. "Ima pour salt up your arse and you can see how it feels" I smile at him and grab some salt. "Nuuu nu huh, no way man.. not in a million years!" He said, pushing the salt away from me. "You two are silly" Anthony said, making us both blush red. We finished eating out food as I got up and put the dishes away. "Ugh, I hate school... you lucky you don't have to go anymore" Anthony said sighing heavily and looking up at both of us. "Well, if I would go back.. I'll be in jail right not..." I said grabbing Anthony's lunch and handing it to him. "Thanks hun" He kissed me lightly and got his things together. "And true that... and I don't want my sexy Wuff to be behind bars" He said, walking out the front door. "Welp... now what?" I asked, looking up at the Lion. "You're going to help me kill some people, and I know you'll enjoy it" Sky giggled and handed me a list on where to go, and who to kill, also with their pictures. I nodded happily, finally getting a chance to kill again and headed out the door, getting in my car and driving off. *Oh my fucking dog, I finally get to kill people again...* I arrive at the location for my first victim and look at his picture; he's an Otter, looks like in his late 30's.., name is Erik Wisher "Hmm, I should just wait for him when he gets off work" And I did wait, for 3 hours in the hot car till finally my first victim arrived outside. I quickly got out and approached the Otter. "Excuse me.... Mr..." *Shit what was him name* "erm... Erik" "Yes? How do you know my name" He asked, looking at me curiously. "If you would just save me the trouble and get the fuck in my truck, that'll do just wonders" I smiled up at him and cracked my fingers. "Excuse me?! Who the hell do you think you are! I'm calling the cops on your ass" The otter said, quickly getting out his phone, but failed to dial as I smacked it out of his paw and shoved him into the trunk and quickly drove off in the middle of the night. I arrive at a run-down shack, pulling up to it as I grab my gun and some rope out the car. I head to the trunk and open it, aiming down at the frightened otter. "Get the fuck out!" I scream and him cocking the gun. He quickly gets out and looks at the shack, whimpering as he walks toward it slowly. I open the door for him as he walks in to the empty room. "Strip now!" I yelled at him, and watched him strip slowly, his body revealing a blue colour of fur, with some black spots. "mmm sexy bitch, going to have fun torturing your arse" I laugh loudly as I quickly tie him down, as I strip as well, already fully hard and leaking pre. He looks at me, whimpering as he sees my long cock, throbbing with joy. I smile down at him and mount it, pummeling my cock deep into his arse, eliciting a howl of pain from him. I slide my cock out and continue to fuck him quickly, hitting his g-spot with each thrust, my pre cum filling his abused ass as I continue to pound away at his tight hole. "F-fuck off fag!" He yelled out to me in-between grunts. I smirk at him and pop my knot into his ass, already getting close, then back out as I fuck his ass even faster, and rougher. "AHH!" The otter screams out in pain as his arse is ripped from my knot popping in and out. I pant, grunt, and moan with each thrust as I slam my cock deep into his arse, popping my knot in and cumming hard into the otters arse. I smiles down at him as I pop my knot out and pull my cock out, and quickly gets dressed, grabbing my knife. "P-please... d-don't..." The otter begs, looking up at me with fear in his eyes from seeing the knife. "Too bad" I chuckle as I run the knife along his nose and swiftly cut if off, blood gushing everywhere, the otter screaming in pain, flailing around trying to get free. I move the knife lower and slowly cut into his belly, more blood appearing as I reach into his stomach and pull out his guts, liver, and stomach. I toss the guts on the dying otter as even more blood gushes out of his body, I smile as I see one last trickle of blood come out of his body, cutting his sheath off and smirking. *Eh what the hell*. I gulp, and slide the sheath into my maw, chewing in it, and barley swallowing it. "mmm, best dinner ever" I smiles as I cut his balls off and swallow that too, with an added taste of otter cum. "Just fucking delicious" I smile as I walk out the shack, blood covering me from head to toe as I grab some towels and wipe what I can off, and get in the car driving off. *I wake up gasping for breath, not being able to move at all. I look at my arms and legs to see myslef spread out, hands and feet tied to the bed. I try to scream, but to no avail, I'm gagged, with a muzzle on me.* *"Oh good, the bitch is finally awake" A deep voice said from behind.* *I desperately try to look back, to see who it is. There is no one... I feel a cold paw reach for my cock and slowly stroke it.* *It's one of my victims I killed a while back. I squirms trying to escape as I see more of them enter the room where I'm held down. Each take turns abusing me, whipping me, cutting me in all sorts of place.* I wake up in my bed crying softly, it felt so real... every touch, every cut, every thrust in and out... I slowly fall back asleep, holding onto Anthony once again. *By the end of the hour, I've had 3 cocks In my ass, 10 furs fucked in total, cum all over my body, covering every inch of my body. I can feel the cum oozing out of my bloated ass and the blood flowing out of my body onto the soaked bed sheets. I continue to cry and holler out in pain as a hammer comes down on my balls, smashing it to a pulp.* *I start to piss out blood as my organs are crushed.* *I look up at the creatures, and see no expression at all... no smiles, just blank ghostly faces....* *I wail out in pain again as I feel a tentacle enter my hole, and another, and another, soon there were 4 barbed wired tentacles in my body.* *I continue to scream out in pain as each Decimeter rips me apart. I feel the tentacles move through my arse in rapid speed, coming out at my maw as it continues to come inside and out over and over again.* *After of 5 minutes of pure Hell, the tentacles rip my body in half...* \_ \_ I wake up again, falling out of bed with a hard thud, tear streaming down my face as I cry and sob loudly, unable to control my emotions anymore. "W-what's wrong love?" Anthony said, putting a paw on my back. I quickly move it away, and continue to cry on the floor, not moving one bit. Hours pass as I'm still unable to control my emotions, and continue to cry. Anthony being right by my side, holding on to me, cooing me. "My... my dream... I... I felt everything... " I shudder into my mates arms, barley able to hold it together. Ten more minutes pass I my body finished up my tears. I look at my mate who is still by my side, and hug him tightly. I look over at the clock to see that it's 6:00, smirking as I continue to hold my mate, finally falling asleep...

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Title: 365 Days Ch. 10 Tags: **Day Eight -- Samantha (a)** I was slumped back in one of the dining room chairs looking out the doorway into the living room of my apartment in the first light of morning the next day. My nice, clean apartment was now a disaster. Literally a fucking disaster. There were naked people everywhere, and piles of clothes, and spilled drinks and food, and stains from various bodily fluids on the carpet and slip-covers of the chairs and sofa (the washable slip-covers, thank you, Carmen!). My ears were still ringing from the blare of the music and the sounds of drunken revelry, and my head felt like it was going to split right open. I tried to remember what had happened last night. It was pretty much a blur, but I could certainly recall the highlights. First, everyone seemed to just enjoy a nice, wholesome, normal sex-orgy sort of fucking as we had paired off: me and Denise, Fred and Carol, Ruth and Dan, and, back in the guest bedroom, Rich and Linda, who weirdly enough, were actually man and wife. As everybody was lounging around the living room in the afterglow of their first energetic orgasms, Rich and Linda came out to the living room and explained that they each had realized that Linda's work as an 'escort' was extremely exciting to Rich, and that he was actually looking forward to seeing the rest of us screwing her all night long. For her part, Linda admitted that she understood Rich's desire to stray, as she had probably been neglecting his needs as a result of her work-related activities. They had agreed that she could keep doing this job that she loved so much, so long as she tried to see to it that Rich was either included in her work or set up with one of her 'professional' friends. She also said she would be okay with Rich 'freelancing' as she called it ... finding 'dates' for himself when she was working. I thought they were both acting extremely modern and civilized, and their agreement was just amazing and very convenient for this story. Rich put some throw pillows on the coffee table, had Linda lie down on it, and a line quickly formed to fuck his wife there in the middle of the room. Fred and Dan admitted that they each had longed to do so for years, ever since they had met Linda, and especially since she had come down that day at Rich's house wearing that red velour jumper. Rich probably lost a few points right then when he glanced over at Linda and mouthed "I told you so!" I hate waiting in lines, and I hadn't really even had a chance to get to know Carol and Ruth at all, yet. In the Biblical sense. So, things went along okay for another hour or so, while Denise entertained Rich on the dining room table, Linda set out to entertain Fred first, then Dan on the coffee table, and I was going to keep myself busy with Carol, first, then Ruth on the sofa. I was wondering what the big advantage was to having sex on tables, with all the nice upholstered furniture around, but Carol pointed out to me how nicely aligned lying on the coffee table put Linda's cunt for Fred there, who was kneeling on the floor, and how Denise's nice gooey twat was at just about the right height for Rich to stand up and slip it to her in the dining room. Although, to tell the truth, Rich, who is a little short, had to stand tippy-toes, which looked silly to me and was maybe distracting to him. Just my opinion. I have to admit, Carol and Ruth and I spent a fair amount of time watching Fred and Linda doing their thing on the coffee table a couple of feet in front of us. Linda was a very attractive woman, and I could certainly see why Dan and Fred had had their fantasies. And I mentioned that, except for my years of independent research into these matters on the internet, I'd never actually seen a man and woman make love before. Ruth, who was lounging on the floor beside Carol and me on the sofa, said that, as a matter of fact, I STILL hadn't seen a man and woman actually making love, as she doubted there was any love at all between Fred and Linda, and I thought she might be right, seeing how aggressively Fred was ramming himself into her tender cunt. Carol, pausing a minute from bouncing up and down on me while riding me cowgirl-style, disagreed, "I don't know, I think if maybe Rich gave her the kind of treatment Fred is giving her more often, she wouldn't be working for "Professional Escorts!" Now that Carol had pointed it out, Ruth and I could see that Linda really seemed to be enjoying herself, while Denise, on the other hand, who was being treated very gently and considerately by Rich, was yawning while Rich was doing his tippy-toed best to get her off. It was about then that matters seemed to slide out of my control. Dan started complaining, loudly in order to be heard over the music, that Fred was taking too long. Fred, clearly irritated at being distracted from what he was doing with Linda, not to mention not liking to be criticized about his sexual efforts, said, "Shut the fuck up, Dan! There's Ruth right there! She's not doing anything!" Fred and Linda went back to fucking like weasels, trying their best to tune out the rest of us, apparently thinking the problem had been solved. "Christ, Fred," Dan replied, "I ALREADY got a blowjob from Ruth. Been there, done that! I been waiting for years to pork Rich's wife! Can't you just get your rocks off and let me in there?" Ruth took umbrage. "Been there, done that? Who you calling 'that,' asshole?" and she started clawing and scratching at Dan like she was a wildcat after a cold bath. In the dining room, Denise leaned over to see what all the fuss was about, and poor Rich came popping out at just the worst possible moment, spraying his stuff all over the table and all over Denise's thighs. He howled out his frustration, missing his goal by scant seconds after working so hard at it for at least half an hour. Rich came down off his tip-toes, and then started to hop around the dining room with a leg cramp in his calf. Denise pushed herself back up to a sitting position on the very edge of the table to see what was wrong now with Rich, and apparently her butt slipped in Rich's cum there. She slid off the edge of the table and when her tail bone came down hard on the table leg, she let out a scream. Linda, hearing yelling from both Denise and her husband in the dining room, and I guess thinking that Dan and Ruth's fight had spread to the other room, twisted up from beneath Fred and jumped up to go defend her loving husband. Forgetting, I guess, that she had Fred's longish equipment parked in her garage, so to speak. I watched in horror to see the origin of the expression "getting bent" acted out right in front of me. Now Linda was screaming at Denise's supposed attack on Rich, Rich was still cursing, sitting on the floor of the dining room trying to massage his calf, Ruth was trying to tear Dan a new one with her bare hands, Dan was crawling on all fours, trying to get away from Ruth and also trying to make her understand that "been there, done that" was just an expression, for God's sake, and he didn't mean anything by it, and he was sorry, but not getting anywhere because Ruth wasn't in a listening mood, Denise was sprawled on the dining room floor screaming in real pain, and now poor Fred was groaning loudly, holding his crotch and writhing on the floor of the living room. Carol was basically oblivious to all of this, as she had just reached her climax, and was now bottomed out on me, clutching at my nipples and chest hairs and digging her fake fingernails into to my chest. I admit to being disappointed myself, since the pain in my chest, and of course my concern for my guests, had pretty much ruined any chance I might have had of reaching a satisfactory conclusion in Carol's cunt. And, frankly, I was also yelling pretty loud, trying to be heard over the general uproar in addition to the loud music which we had turned up to cover the earlier fight between Rich and his wife, as I was trying to tell Carol, "Let go of me, damn it! You're drawing blood!" At this moment, the doorbell rang. As I tried to get everyone calmed down, the visitor at the door became much more insistent, and started pounding repeatedly. I finally gave up trying to restore order before answering the door, and simply opened it a crack, peeping around the edge to see who might be there. It was my neighbor, Bill Randolph and his wife, accompanied by Sherriff's Captain Gene Stewart. Bill started yelling at me, trying to ask, "What the hell is going on in there?" Captain Randolph gently pushed Bill out of the way, and moved between him and me. "Good evening, Mr. Owens. We've had a couple of complaints from this apartment complex over the last few days. Mostly noise complaints, you know, loud cars at all hours, women screaming as if they're being murdered, that sort of thing. Also quite a few parking complaints -- your neighbors have reported lots of unregistered cars at your apartment, delivery trucks, and improperly parked vehicles." "I'm terribly sorry, officer. Things have been a little topsy-turvy for me the last week or so. I'll try to get everything under control!" I said, and started to close the door. Officer Stewart had been down this road before, and had his foot stuck in the opening, preventing me from closing the door. I was unprepared when he pushed the door inward, and it flew wide open, revealing the naked orgy and mayhem that was my apartment at that moment. "Oh, my God, Bill, you see! It's just as I told you! He's got WOMEN in there!" Lorlene Randolph screeched, not actually looking at any women, but looking instead at me, apparently just below waist level. Bill, on the other hand, just seemed interested in taking in everything he could before Lorlene caught on that he was getting an eyeful of the naked women she was yelling about. Captain Stewart simply stepped inside, gently pushed the Randolphs back out onto my stoop, and closed the door. And locked it. I felt pretty foolish standing there in my birthday suit with my apartment the scene of what appeared to be either a great party or a poorly-planned gang fight. Captain Stewart calmly walked across my living room, reached down, and pulled the power cord out of the wall. With the music gone, the howls of my guests, injured either physically or psychically, were much easier to hear, and one by one, as my escorts and my co-workers looked up to see what had happened, they started to go silent. A few of them tried to cover themselves up with whatever was at hand, and the others just stared slack-jawed at the armed officer in their midst. In the echoing silence that followed, Captain Stewart said, in a level and calm voice, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! I can see you are all having a wonderful time here tonight at Mr. Owens' party," although by looking around, it was actually quite easy to see that almost everyone was unhappy or in pain for one reason or another, "and we'd like to encourage you to enjoy yourselves!" "However, in the interests of the other tenants in this apartment building, who include many families with small children, I'd like to request that you enjoy yourselves MORE QUIETLY!" A murmur of agreement and apology ran around the room, as everyone suddenly felt sheepish about their contribution to the earlier racket. "And, if you don't mind," Captain Stewart continued, "if your vehicles don't have a registered Sunset Slumbering Vista Pointe Estates' parking permit, please move them across the street to the visitors' lot." There was a sudden shuffle of naked men looking for their car keys. "AFTER you put some clothes on, people, if you please!" Captain Stewart added. While my guests tried to separate their clothes from each others, untangle them, and put them on, Capt. Stewart pulled me aside. "I can see that you're enjoying your present from your brother, Mr. Owens, but I didn't really expect to have to come over here quite so soon after your birthday!" "Sorry about that, Sheriff," I said. "I really have no experience with this sort of thing ... I mean, giving parties! Let alone orgies! I'm afraid I just kind of let everything get out of control!" "Well, okay, but in the future, Mr. Owens ..." "Dale!" "Dale, in the future, please remind your guests to respect the other tenants in the complex, and try to keep it down to a dull roar." "Oh, thank you, officer. Thanks for giving me ... us ... a break!" I'll take care of Mr. and Mrs. Randolph," Capt. Stewart said, "they're frequent flyers at the Sheriff's Office. They call us once or twice a week to complain about almost everything, so we generally just ignore them. But we also got several other complaints from your other neighbors, and I finally realized that, in spite of the nice incentive your brother Roger gave me to keep you out of trouble, I was going to have to come over here. You can have a good time, you know, but if we get many more complaints, I'll have to write you up for a "disturbing of the peace" offense, if not "assault on public decency!" As it is, I'll have a little explaining to do as to why I didn't write you a citation this evening!" "How can I possibly repay your help, officer?" I said, fidgeting quite a bit trying to figure out a good position to stand in while nude with dripping genitals and having a chat with a policeman. Captain Stewart looked around, stopping to study each of the delicious women, who now were all gathered in the living room, still nude of course, while the men were sheepishly waiting for me and the officer to clear door so they could go outside and move their cars. He smiled at the women, and mouthed a silent "hi" to each one, which they acknowledged with smiles and nods of their own. I was waiting for a reply to my question when it dawned on me that perhaps Captain Stewart was making a veiled suggestion as to what it was he might like in consideration for his consideration. "Uh, Capt. Stewart, would you be interested in maybe staying and having a drink with us before you go?" "Well, as it happens," he said, looking at his watch, "my shifts ends just about now, so I guess I'm off duty! Don't mind if I do!" After the guys came back from moving their cars, everyone just felt like relaxing a while and having a drink. Maybe they were a little self-conscious about partying on with the new member of the party there -- a cop. Captain Stewart ("Hey, I'm off duty, now, just call me Gene ... or 'Sir'", Stewart joked. At least we THOUGHT it was a joke!) settled in nicely, though, and seemed to enjoy lounging around my place in the presence of four lovely naked young women. Who would have thought? Before he accepted a drink, he lifted the microphone off of his jacket's lapel, and pressed down the button. "Central, this is 423, Captain Gene Stewart?" He paused for a few seconds, then his belt spoke up. "Central. Go ahead." "Listen, Molly? This call out to Sunset Slumbering Vista Pointe Estates turned out to be the Randolphs again. I'm going home from here!" "Okay Gene. Central out." Then Capt. Stewart groped around in his pants pocket and came out with a tiny flip phone. He opened it, tapped away for a few seconds, and stood, waiting, staring at my ceiling. I thought it was just one of those things people do while their mind is on something else, but I glanced up at the ceiling, and I could see what he was staring at: There was some kind of yellowish stain there that I hadn't noticed before, and it appeared to have a little drop forming from it, ready to drop down onto the carpet below. Capt. Stewart stepped away from the drip line a bit, and spoke into his phone, "Hi, honey. No, I'm going to be tied up for a while longer, and then I was thinking maybe I'd drive down to the Stumble Inn for a drink with the guys." Pause. "Sure, white or whole wheat?" Pause. "Okay! Don't wait up!" He flipped the phone shut, put it in his pocket, and smiled at me. "Well, Mr. Owens, Dale, I'd sure be interested in one of those drinks you mentioned before, if the invitation's still open! And, while you're at it, maybe you could introduce me to all of your guests?" The rest of the evening is a little hazy for me, because starting about then, we all spent about equal time drinking and fucking the girls. I can't really remember who did what with whom, but I seem to recall Gene Stewart's being a particular favorite of the women, especially when he let then ride him and wave his gun around in the air, pretending to be cowgirls. He did his best to buck them off of him, yet, when he succeeded a time or two, they each seemed anxious to immediately climb back aboard for another ride. I do have an image burned into my mind of Gene with his arm around Rich's shoulders, standing in the middle of my living room, watching Fred and Dan double-team Linda, Rich's wife. The part that I'll never be able to erase is the image of Gene bare naked ass, with only his gun-belt on. I never want to see that again. Things went pretty well, I guess. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and I don't remember any more screaming or serious injuries. Denise's ass was okay, she said after everyone gave her kisses there to make it better. Gene told Rich to hydrate to get rid of cramps, and Rich attempted to do so using beer exclusively, which apparently worked. And now, I'm sitting here, the only one awake, looking at nine other people in my tiny apartment, limbs, hair, necks, and genitals (and the occasional gun belt) tangled up in piles here and there, wondering how I'm going to clean this all up. I know I'm not allowed to call Carmen to come back! I'm stirred out of my contemplative stupor when the doorbell rings. Oh, my God, it's Saturday's girl! Just what I need! Wait! Maybe she's good at housekeeping! Oh, what have I come to, that I'm more interested in a good house maid right now than another pretty woman to screw? I pull myself up off of the dining room chair, and slouch over to the front door, stepping over (and on once, sorry, Ruth) naked people and puddles of something. I open the door, and standing there is a vision. Standing there is a very tall and very slender woman, dressed entirely in black spandex, but with a tight black leather bustiere, with a floor-length open black leather coat, dark glasses, high-heeled black leather boots, and a little black military service cap. Her lipstick and nail polish are brilliant red, and almost glow in the morning light. She is absently snapping what appears to be a riding crop against her shapely thigh. Behind her, I don't see the other GTO, so I'm not entirely sure she is from the escort service. "You took long enough to answer your door!" "Sorry!" I said. "Can I help you?" "I'm Samantha!" she barks out. She leans over, peering past me into my apartment. "It looks like you have been a VERY VERY bad boy!" *... to be continued in "Day Eight -- Samantha (b)"*

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Title: Reaper: Graesham Campaign: Eighth Interlude by Nex_Canis Tags: Bear, M/F, M/M, Plot Development, Story Series, Wolf **Interlude 8: Ain't No Mountain** " But when you touch me like this And you hold me like that I just have to admit That it's all coming back to me When I touch you like this And I hold you like that It's so hard to believe but It's all coming back to me (It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)" ***It's all coming back to me now*** ***Celine Dion*** ***1989*** ***Written by Jim Steinman*** **Rocky Rose** It is an empty vessel... a hollow shell. Emptiness... nothingness... With nothing behind... and nothing ahead... It merely lived in an empty existence of the present where its actions were driven by the orders of a man obsessed with perfection. Was it male... or was it female...? Was it mortal... or god...? Was it perfect... or just another imperfect specimen...? It could not tell... It simply existed. It felt no pain... It did not know what pain was. It had no recollection of what sensation the word 'pain' was related to. It simply knew that to inflict it upon others was desirable... No... not 'desirable'... that implied it *wanted* something... but it could not want... for it was hollow... It had nothing to fill... it had no memory of ever missing something or coveting an object. It simply followed the orders of Randall Belford. Not out of some sense of respect or because he held authority over it... It followed... simply because that was what it was meant to do. It felt nothing from that sensation... No need to truly follow... no sense of accomplishment from meeting Belford's goals... not even a drive to see it accomplished. It merely did... It felt nothing for its given tasks... In fact, it really did not see at all. It merely existed. "But what is existence when you are blind?" It found that voice alien... Who spoke...? In the absolute darkness, a girl manifested in front of its eyes. She was an ursine... Brown fur covered her entire body and her form was hugged by a long, sea foam green dress. Sparkling, emerald green eyes shone even in the lack of light in the darkness. It watched as the girl bent down towards it and smiled benignly. "How can you exist in this dump?" she asked, waving at the abject emptiness around her. "Put some more *life* into it, won't you?" The girl stood up, closing her paws into fists and pumping them into the air. "Come on! Live some! There's a whole world outside of these walls!" Walls...? What walls...? The inky blackness peeled away from where they stood and suddenly, it was standing within a courtyard of some sort... High, metal walls rose all around the rectangular plot of land. There were featureless figures moving in odd angles across the field... They were hitting other figures... They all seemed to look like generic, white splotches shaped like men or women. None of them wore clothes... then again, none of them had any defining genitals. Beyond the walls... there was nothing but more darkness... While there was light... it wasn't clear where the light came from. What was this place...? "You should know," the girl giggled. "You trained here for most of your life..." That it did... It... it was known as the Emerald Crown... rather... a training yard in the Emerald Crown... So those figures... they were training...? The ursine girl smiled at her. "Doing drills, that's right. You should remember all their moves." Of course it did... It used those techniques to defeat the opponents Belford sent against it... An overhand throw... A sliding kick... double cross-slash... Defensive techniques said to double up both offense and defence... Yes... it remembered all those attacks. "Remember what your father always said about them?" It had no father. The girl sighed and rubbed the bridge of her muzzle just where it met her eyebrows. "Ah... Right... Too soon. Well... Do you remember what a very important person once said about those attacks? About being like the earth?" Yes... yes it did recall that memory. A man told it once... "Fight like the earth. Be like a rock. Strong and firm, you absorb the strength of your opponent, draw strength from the earth that supports you and push *back* against your foe, forcing them back. The earth never strikes first. The earth defends." "Don't suppose you remember who told you that, do you?" the girl asked. It's... father...? The girl grinned brightly. "That's right!" she exclaimed, clapping her paws together. "You remember what he looks like?" It... It did not... "Come on, it's not *that* hard." She poked its nose. "Think hard on his words. Listen to his voice. Picture his muzzle moving... and it should be easy from there!" It did... It ran its father's words over and over again in its head... *Fight like the earth...* *Be like a rock...* It could imagine a pair of lips slowly twisting and turning with every syllable pronounced... It was slightly greyed around the edges... but most of the fur was brown... *Strong and firm... you absorb the strength of your opponent, draw strength from the earth that supports you... and push* back\_against your foe... forcing them back...\_ Like a painting being dynamically drawn right before its eyes, the muzzle slowly expanded to encompass a cold, stern face... an ursine face... A strong, muscular build followed afterwards... The familiar face of... of... "You know him," the girl urged. "Come on! He's your dad!" ... *Conway Earthsire...* His name was Conway Earthsire... The girl let out a squeal of delight. "That's right!" She swept her arms out wide. "And you remember what happened here on that day?" It did... It was training under her father's watchful gaze... The training was painful... and tiresome... Pain... It now recalled what pain was... Some part of it realised that it was inflicting such pain onto others... Was it right...? What was right...? Did it have a recollection of what was right? "Focus!" the girl snapped, clicking her fingers in front of its face. "What happened here?" It... It turned its gaze away from the field despite its father's orders... ... and on the wall... Yes... On the wall... Poking his head out from over the wall... was a small, white-furred ursine... with black splotches all over his features. At first... it recalled thinking the little boy was a Dalmatian... but its sharp eyes realised it was a bear... It waved at the odd young ursine. Its father's eyes blazed suddenly as he caught the gaze of the boy. "Intruders! Men! Seize them!" The scene was absorbed back into the darkness... ... and it realised that was a memory... \_Its\_memory... What had happened to the rest of its memories...? "Gee... I don't know..." the girl mused, somehow surviving the recall of the darkness. She clicked her fingers with a grin. "Let's go find out... Hmmm... Let's go with *this* memory! The day you and Sooty first met!" Sooty...? Who was this 'Sooty'? "You'll see," she giggled in an almost taunting voice. The darkness vanished... and suddenly it was standing alone in a heavily lavished room that looked befitting a princess... There were rich, silk tapestries flowing from the walls and a four-poster bed with all its draping lined with gold. Thick, fluffy rugs that looked terribly expensive covered the hard, marble floors. Exotic paintings of faraway lands big enough to fit entire walls hung around the room, barely fitting a quarter of each wall. Oddly enough... there were no windows. A *creak* made it turn towards one of its walls... where one of the wooden panels slid open... That same spotted boy poked his head out and broke into a grin at it. "Hi there!" Hello... The boy stood up. He was dressed in grubby, dirty overalls that looked like they were covered in some sort of black substance... soot? His paws looked heavily callused with the leathery pads big, developed and thick. His body was quite lean as well, building towards a strong physique. "My name Is Luke!" the boy announced proudly, sticking out his paw at it. "You must be a -" "Ah-ah-ah!" the girl exclaimed, covering the boy's muzzle. "We can't tell her her name! She has to figure it out for herself!" Luke frowned and pulled the girl's paws away from his lips. "But you just told her she was a girl!" The girl slapped her forehead. "D'oh!" It stared on impassively as the two turned back towards her. "Do you remember me?" Luke asked. It shook its head. "Awww..." the little boy looked really disappointed... Then his face brightened. "Oh! I know! Maybe this'll let you remember!" Suddenly the scene changed in a blur of colours and flashes. It was suddenly standing in the middle of a flat, grassy plane. It was the middle of the night and the silvery moon shone high above them. The boy, Luke, turned to it with a big smile on his face. "Remember this place?" It did not. Luke grabbed its wrist and pulled it through the grassy fields. Their movement disturbed the slumbering fireflies. A storm of the dancing bugs erupted from the tall grass, sweeping around them and dancing between each of them in mesmerising patterns. The small, glowing bugs swarmed around it and Luke, illuminating his face. A strange sensation filled it... ... admiration... ... a sense of appreciation for beauty... As opposed to the darkness it had been wallowing in for what seemed like forever... this miracle of nature... it was breathtaking... "Do you remember now?" Luke asked, turning his head over his shoulder even if they didn't stop running. It shook its head. It had no recollection of an event like this... Luke stopped running and crossed his arms against his chest, looking utterly disappointed. "Awww... but this was such a great moment for you and me... I remember looking back at you and seeing this look of joy on your face. It was like you had never seen this before... I asked you what was wrong and you don't me this was the first time you'd been out here." Luke grinned. "Then I made fun of you because this place is *right outside* Gaesham and you'd never been there." He pointed at the left side of his face. "Then you punched me." It did not remember any of that... Luke frowned again. "Hmm... This is tricky... She's not remembering much..." The girl stepped in and stared at it with her eyes narrowed and a small smile on her muzzle. "Maybe... maybe not... Don't you see, Luke? She's not recalling the events... but she's making *new* memories... I think that's what's more important." "So?" the young ursine asked. "What should we do?" Rubbing her chin, the girl said, "We should keep going... Who knows? She might remember something *and* remember what it means to be mortal again." Luke grinned. "How about we go to when we met a second time!?" The girl clicked her fingers with a grin and the scene changed back to the world of the courtyard... Once again, countless people were doing drills around here... but the white shapes had started to form small, defining features. He could see one of them was a wolf... or at least a canine... Others were feline, equine... Their bodies were still completely white and featureless... but they were coming to shape... "You are not performing as well as you should be today," Conway stated, his eyes narrowed and a frown creasing his muzzle. "Focus, girl! Focus!" Strangely... it did focus... but it was not focusing on the drills... Its eyes were drawn to the far wall where Luke peeked over bashfully, watching it... It felt an odd sense of... *pride* fill it... Like it was determined to impress Luke... So it began to do the drills it remembered so well... Yes... It knew these drills... but it was not doing them for its father's sake... it was doing it for Luke... Reinvigorated, it fought harder and harder... Fighting for something... What was that thing? "Great!" the girl exclaimed, clapping her paws together. "We're making progress!" Luke jumped down from the wall and hurried towards her. "Yay! What should we do next!?" A paw landed on its shoulder and it turned to look at Conway who was smiling down at her gently. "Why don't you give me some time with my daughter?" he asked gently. "I have a lot to answer for..." Did Conway do something to it in the past...? "Don't take too long!" the girl said, winking at the grizzled old bear. "We'll be preparing the next scene!" "I won't take long." The girl and Luke vanished as the scene around them crumbled and they were left in the eternal blackness again... Only it and Conway remained. However, amidst the darkness, there was a small, ornately shaped, metal table and two seats. Conway pulled one of the seats and offered it. Not knowing what else to do, it simply sat down on the offered seat as Conway sat opposite to it. The table was suddenly populated by some odd biscuits on a crystal plate and a tea set... They looked like chocolate covered biscuits of some sort... "Would you like some?" Conway asked, presenting the plate to her. It shook its head. It had no desire for anything so it was impossible to 'like' anything... "Have a try," Conway insisted. "They were your favourite." It found it impossible to have a favourite of anything... Again, it was empty... hollow. How could it *have* anything...? Anything it gained with be forgotten and erased the second later... However, it had no desire to resist Conway either. That was impossible as well. So it simply picked up a biscuit and bit into it. It was surprised... It was more than simply a rectangular biscuit covered by chocolate... It was actually *two* biscuits connected by a creamy, mint centre and smothered in light, milk chocolate. The bitter-sweet taste of the chocolate was complemented by the sharp flavour of the mint. It was like one moment, it was floating in a warm ocean before a bolt of lightning struck the waters... It was... beautiful...? Of the two adjectives it could muster... it only knew beauty and surprise... ... perhaps there was another word to describe it... "Delicious?" Conway offered. What did... 'Delicious' mean...? Conway smiled at it lovingly. "It means something is appealing to your tastes." Indeed... The biscuit was... delicious... "How about some tea?" Conway offered, pouring some of the reddish tea into a crystal cup for it. "They go very well with the biscuits." It tried the combination... A scene was painted in its head... The calm, blue ocean... warm... The delicate touch of the milk chocolate... ... a sharp bolt of lightning that heralded a storm... the sharp contrast of the mint... ... then eye of a storm as the tea... the warming embrace of the tea... ... and finally, the amalgamation of all three... A beautiful harmony of flavours... The tea tasted... *flowery*... It reminded it of roses but still held a bitter tang that formed a brilliant bridge between the chocolate and the mint... Suddenly... it was a beautiful painting of beauty and calmness... mixed with sharpness and ferocity... It was... beautiful... "Would you say it was perfect?" Conway asked. ... What was... 'perfect'...? "It means that something has reached the peak of its development. That it is a prime example of its kind." Yes... Then it was perfect. The taste... it was completely and utterly perfect. Conway gently took away its cup of tea and produced... It looked like a mug of melted chocolate with a floating, white pillow on top of it and fluffy, cloud-like mound with odd contours dusted with bits of chocolate... "This is hot chocolate," Conway explained with a chuckle. "That is a marshmallow..." He pointed at the white pillow-like object. "And that is whipped cream." He indicated the mound. "Try it with the biscuit." That it did... Suddenly, it was a whole different story... There was a... *sweetness* in the concoction that turned the duet of bitter-sweet and mint into a triad of bitter, sweet and mint. There was a definition of the three... and the trinity of flavours were more defined now. In its mind, it picture the three flavours dancing in perfect tandem with one another... There was no one-after-the-other sequence of events... ... it was a balance of all three. Perfect... "But wasn't the other combination perfect too?" Conway asked. It was... but that was incorrect. This was perfect... But then again... How could it be sure...? What if there was another combination that would surpass this one...? Would that be perfect too? Conway smiled at it and reached over, grasping its paw gently... A paw... It had a paw... Slowly, its eyes were drawn from the connection that it shared with Conway... and noticed that it possessed brown fur... and an ursine build. Its body was distinctly female... and it... no... *she* was quite well built. Muscular and lead but not losing any of its femineity... "You're learning, my girl," Conway said proudly. "I know this may not mean much to you now... but know that I am *always* very proud of you. I may not have been able to express it then... but even if my body and mind could not comprehend it... you always held my heart... my soul... and my love. I only wanted you to be strong... I was stupid to believe you weren't strong enough on your own... But now... I see that you never needed my help." Conway bent over and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Rose." Rose... That was her name... Rose... Yes... Rose... Earthsire... But... no... That did not feel right... She had another name... What was it...? *"Rocky!"* *"Hey, Rocky!"* *"Over here, Rocky!"* *"Yo! Rocky!"* She spun around... Standing in front of her... arrayed in front of her... were a host of people that she knew she recognised... but couldn't quite put a name too... There was a bronze dragon... a little pudgy but who looked incredibly proud. A big, muscular wolf that looked quite... *feral*... Yet, he held a bright, child-like innocence to him. A tall, athletic vixen with a broad, easy grin leaned on the big wolf, her eyes filled with mirth and wisdom at the same time. There was a young doe who looked quite pretty and bashful but whose eyes were sharp and calculating. A cougar with an easy smile but whose face and posture held constant worry... A brown wolf with silvery hair that had an easy stance but looked like he was trying to puff out his chest a little in the presence of the last individual... ... a cocky, black-furred wolf with golden hair and piercing sapphire-blue eyes. Rose... Rocky... *She* stepped up to the last wolf... regarding it... She knew she should remember him... His name was on the periphery of her vision... What was it...? It was on the tip of her tongue... *"Got milk?"* *SMACK!* She slapped him... ... but she was grinning... She was happy... Because she remembered... She remembered him! Jacob Reaper! How could she forget him and his cocky attitude!? Relief washed over her and she immediately threw her arms around Jacob, hugging him tightly and feeling tears well up in her eyes. The crowd around her cheered and each and everyone one of them huddled around her, laughing and patting her back. \_"So you remember now?"\_Jacob asked with a grin. "How could I forget?" Rocky laughed, pulling away and grinning. "But hey, if I ever forget again, be sure to remind me, okay?" *"Yes ma'am."* Rocky raised her fist to punish him for that... but... You know what... It wasn't necessary... She didn't have to punish him... ... there was no need... Why? Because *I* remembered everything... I remembered who I was... I *knew* who I was... I was Rocky Groundwater... formerly Rose Earthsire... and the Elemental Lord of Earth. I lowered my paw and looked past Jacob. Standing a few feet away was Norton Manx... There were two other people I needed to address before I was ready to step out of my shell... I patted the memory of Jacob on the shoulder and pulled away from the group. Standing in front of Norton... I bowed my head. "I'm sorry..." Norton smiled gently at me... and placed a paw on my shoulder. "There's no need... It was my fault as well... I was too focused on redeeming myself that I never saw what was ahead of me. I just kept on making up for the past... I never thought about what I could do to rebuild the future... You actually freed me, Rocky." I locked gazes with him. "How...?" He smiled at me. "I made a deal with the renegade over there," he pointed at Jacob. "When I was satisfied with what I had done... He would break my Seal... He would free my son who lay trapped in my Seal..." The mole looked up at the blackened sky. "I got to see him, you know... One last time..." My heart broke... Norton's Seal was his son...? Then again... Jacob freed him... But wait... if he's here...? Norton winked at me. "Yeah... When Belford took the second Seal in my, the Seal blocking your present memories, I had fused somewhat with that Seal. This me..." He patted his chest. "Is a fragment of who I am... Just a bit of my soul. Enough that I can be here to help you. Same thing with Conway over there..." I glanced to where Norton pointed. Conway... my father, stood amongst the crowd. "We're all here... a part of your soul." "But Jacob and the others...?" Norton shrugged. "I'm not sure what it is... It might be something about their Brand or just a fragment of your memory of them. But I know they aren't the same as Conway and I. They aren't fragments given to you because of the Seals. They're something... *more*." He smiled at me again and took my paw, gently guiding me back towards the crowd. "But now... I think there's one last person you need to talk to..." The gathered memories all pulled to the sides... Standing at the back of the group... were *two* people... Two ursines... One girl... and one boy... I smiled at the girl and headed over to her. "I guess you're staying as you, huh?" the girl asked. I nodded slowly. "I'm sorry... But I am me... You are part of me... part of my past... but who I am now... It's not going to just change because I suddenly remembered you." She grinned at me and winked. "Good! Because if you said otherwise, I'd *totally* beat you to a pulp!" That made me laugh. I remembered what it was like to be Rose Earthsire... That carefree attitude I had developed as I had snuck out with Luke... All those times after training when I had free time, I would spend with Luke. Flirting the law and disobeying my father filled me with such... *thrill* that I developed a carelessness that became me. Luke and I made such a great pair... It's little wonder I fell in love with him... Rose began to fade from view, grinning broadly. "Hey!" she cried. "When you get the chance, don't forget to smack Jacob for calling you a girl!" I laughed and waved at her vanishing appearance. "I won't forget." As the last vestiges of her vanished into myself... I turned to the little boy. He smiled up at me and held out his paw. "Wanna watch something?" I took his paw and smiled. "Sure." The instant our fingers touched, we were suddenly back in Soot's lounge room. I was sitting down and watching the final episode of *Starboy*. I felt tears running down my face as I watched Black die at Malice's paws. It always touched me... and I always thought that the love the two shared... it was too precious to just die like that. An arm wrapped around my shoulder and I turned to a fully grown Luke smiling at me, his fur as fluffy and as dirty as ever. He leaned over... and kissed me. The touch of his lips against mine... it sent shivers down my spine and my tears flowed freely. As he pulled away, he grinned and wiped the tear away from my cheek. "Girls don't cry." I smiled back and just held him in my arms... *BAM!* The door suddenly sprang open... and Soot's father came rushing inside. "Sooty! Rose! Get out of here now!" No... Not this memory... Anything but this memory...! Luke stood up, his big, muscular form never ceasing to impress me. He had such big arms too. Comes from working at the mines. "Dad! What's wrong!?" "Conway found out!" My heart plummeted and I instantly grabbed Luke's paw. "Come on! We've got to get out of here!" "But, my dad -!" "Get out of here you two!" Luke's father shouted. "I'll hold them off as long as I can!" I pulled him out of the small house... and took him through the streets of Graesham... I could see his tears as he left his father... As we pulled far enough away from the house that it was hidden from view by the other houses - *BOOOM!* ... his home exploded into flames. "Dad!" he cried. He fell to his knees... and knowing that we couldn't stop but I couldn't just *leave* him... I knelt in front of him, cupping his muzzle in my paws. "Don't let his sacrifice be in vain, Sooty," I said gently. "We've got to get out of here..." He took my paws in his, holding them tightly. "Okay... But... you gotta promise me one thing..." "Anything..." The answer was instinctive... but I meant every *letter* of it. He suddenly grinned up at me. "Our first kid, even if it's a girl, we name it after him." I had to laugh at that... We always had plans of getting married and having kids. The constant debate between us would *always* be what our kids would be called. Now... he had one up on me. I pulled him to his feet. "Deal." *"Stop right there!"* We spun... and a *horde* of MODD soldiers blocked us. Most of them... I recognised... They were people I had trained with for so long... I didn't want to kill them... but... I had to escape... I had to escape with Luke. "I'm sorry..." I whispered... The rest was a blur... There was blood... rocks cleaving through the earth and a desperate flight through the streets of Graesham. Tears were flowing freely from my eyes as Luke slowly began pulling me instead of me pulling him... I was weakening... and slowly... ever so slowly... I felt myself slipping out of reality... ... and back into the darkness of the world inside my memory... "Come on, Rose!" Just like back then... I closed my eyes... recalled how we had gotten to this position... ... I couldn't believe I had forgotten... Strangely... in our desperate flight from my father... That was the time I felt most loved by Luke... "Rose! No!" I laughed softly... "Rose...?" he asked... Such beautiful eyes... Smiling... I rubbed his cheek with my thumb... Those stains on his fur... I often wondered what it would be like to see him with *clean* fur for once... but I realised... He wouldn't be my Sooty otherwise... "You're so beautiful... Never change, Luke..." "I won't. Because you'll be right there to tell me when I am changing. Right? *Right!?"* See that there? That's love... ... And with that love in my heart... I got up slowly... "Help me up..." I remembered thinking about the odds of the two of us coming together... and then again, I remembered the odds of Black and Malice actually becoming a couple. At the start of the adventure, it seemed so improbably. Hell, there were even some bits of conjecture in the forums that the two were *gay* because there were hints that they had some romantic affections for one another. But in the end... ... they did end up together... "Rose, come on," Luke urged, tugging at my paw. "We have to keep moving!" I smiled at him... and he read my mind. "No..." he said, shaking his head slowly. "No! Rose, you already used up enough of your power to help us escape! You can't! You'll die!" "Probably. But you'll live, Sooty." He clenched my paw in his, tears forming in his eyes. "No... Please no... I... I..." "Yes?" He looked so desperate... and I felt so loved... That was what drove me that day to make sure he would live... "Rose... I can't go on without you... I... I need you... I..." I smiled again and quickly caught him in an embrace. Our hearts pounded against our chests like they were yearning to burst out of our flesh and come together as one. I angled my muzzle towards his round ears and whispered... "I love you." I felt his heart stop for a second... I smiled and gently pushed him away... Quickly gathering my strength, I summoned the earth from the ground around our feet and encased him in a large, capsule of rock. I left a large enough hole that I could see his face. He pleaded me to stop, calling out my name but I barely heard him. Who would have guessed he would turn out to be my lieutenant as Rocky Groundwater...? Fate is funny like that... But you know what...? Love brought us together... and love would bring us together again... My legs were starting to give way and my paws were feeling numb. A chill ran through me. All I could hear was pounding of my own heart in my ears. I summoned my remaining strength for a third time and threw a punch at Luke's capsule. The bullet of rock shot into the distant horizon... Hopefully towards the nearest settlement... or at least close enough that he'll be able to make his way there. I smiled as the little, black speck vanished into the distance... At least he would be safe... My last gift to him... *"Rose! Rose Earthsire!"* I turned slowly at the sound of my own name. MODD had caught up with me, forming an impenetrable barricade in front of me. I knew that I had no hope of outrunning them. Nor could I overpower them. I saw my father standing at the forefront of the army... a proud, brown-furred bear... I took a deep breath... Luke's scent still lingered in the air. I smiled... and lifted my muzzle to the sky, spreading my arms wide. My heart felt so light... Luke had my heart... and when I sent him away to be free, he took it with him. Now... All that was left was to ensure that no one followed him. I poured the last vestiges of my power into my Seal... and once I was on the brink of unconsciousness, I filled my Seal with what remained of my conscious self. Everything that I was... I put into my Seal... *"Rose! No!"* I closed my eyes... and smiled as Rose Earthsire faded from existence... ... darkness enclosed me again... ... I love you Luke... Now... and forever... ... ... Back in the darkness... I sat in the inky blackness... waiting... Tears were flowing from my eyes, down my cheeks... I had done all I could... I knew who I was now... I knew who I loved... ... but... I couldn't break out of this prison... This powerful mental prison that Belford put me in... I just... I just needed the key... Something... *Anything*... Please... someone... help me... Then... like the gods had finally decided to listen to me... A small speck of light appeared in the darkness... I found the strength in my body... and I pulled myself to my feet. I reached for the light... ... and found my fingers brushing against familiar, soft, fluffy fur... I blinked... A tear rolled off my muzzle... ... ... and landed directly on Soot's cheek... He lay beneath me, a gentle smile on his features and his eyes filled with happiness. I hovered above him... the landscape around us was devastated... There were large spires of rock and shards of crystal scattered everywhere... Jacob along with Joanna, Taylor and Rex stood a few feet away, looking dumbstruck and both saddened... Why were they sad...? I was back in my body... right...? A gentle paw pressed against my cheek... and I looked down, knocking another tear onto Soot's fur... I watched in awe as my tear actually *washed away* the black soot on his fur! Amazing... my tears could wash away the soot... ... "Just like the ending of *Starboy,* huh?" I locked gazes with Luke... Soot... The end of...? Then I saw it... *Earthborn...* sticking out of his chest... \_Earthborn...\_in my grasp... ... No... No! This couldn't be happening! No! "Luke!" I pleaded, seizing the back of his head with my free paw. "No! You can't die! Luke! Please!" He smiled at me, slowly closing his eyes. "I... I love you... Rocky..." No! I threw back my head and let out a pained cry... All that love I had for him... everything... It just all shattered... I... How could... How could I go on...? He was my hope... my future...? "How pitiful." That voice! Belford stood at the lip of a crater that had formed at some point in the past. "You were to be the key to my success," Belford sighed, shaking his head sadly. "People would have *flocked* to us after learning you had obtained perfection and transcended these mortal coils... Sad that you would fight perfection and prefer to return to a meaningless life of pain and suffering." All my pain... all my loss... it turned to anger and hatred... This man... this *monster* had... he was... He was to blame! Belford! "No matter..." Belford said, shaking his head and lifting his arms wide. "I have what I want from you. Your participation allowed for countless souls to give themselves to me. I am now strong enough to spread my perfection across the whole world! Those unwilling to join will have their memories robbed of them and they will be part of a universal, perfect body! We shall be god!" I gently rested Luke on the ground. I stood up, leaving one half of *Earthborn* in Luke as I spun towards Belford. I sensed Jacob and his team rise up beside me... ... "Then prepare for the apocalypse, 'god'."

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Title: alone together (P2) : one more game by e_voyager Tags: M/F, Movie Monsters, Vixen, Vore (soft) (Disclaimer: Drax is copyright her player Drax the fox. E is copyright the myself A.K.A. E the eternal\_voyager) 1. Please be advised that this story may contain adult situations 2. Please be advised that this story contains vore "I guess you're going to untie me now, right Mr. E?" asked the vixen. She was chained to a medieval looking slanted table. She was panting with exertion and partially coated in cum from her breast to where the sticky fluid dripped off of her belly. The person to whom she spoke was responsible for her condition. Even now he teased her reminding her that she was totally within his power, as she has been since she let him chain and blind fold her in the forest before leading her here. He reminded her that he rightly was in control even if she had allowed it when agreeing to play as his pet for the night. She was still innocent despite all she'd learned in life and E could not help but like that but he wasn't ready to call in a night yet, no not yet. " I could," E said as walks through the shadows outside of her line of sight. As E walks he continues to talk even as he changes again his appearance again. "After all Drax, you do look tired . . . " he said still hidden from Drax, his voice changing subtly. Even looking in the mirror she can't see the feline known to her as E. As he spoke his voice drops off a bit like he's walking away from her making her worry that she'd be left there for the night. He was teasing her again, but she hoped it was only that. Then out of the shadows walks what looks like a beast made of hair gel. "But you are kind of dirty right now and I can't let you go home like that" Drax masks her shock with a grin. She had no ideal how E was doing this but if this game was like the other things that had happened to her this night then it would be both pleasurable and memorable. " Planning some thing else, are you Mr. E? " Drax asks affecting and innocent school girl voice. E smiles though it was hard to see in his current form. Translucent and semi sea green and lake water blue it was hard to make out many details of the creature Drax has come to know as E or how he affects this appearance changes "maybe" he said answering Drax's question though in truth definitely would have been a better answer. Drax growls playfully really getting into the feel of this new situation even though she was still chained to the table. "What do you have planned Mr.E?" she asked batting her eyes. As the gel creature that was now E approached the light reflecting off of his face giving him a decidedly evil look. "It's just a little game." He said trying to sound innocent. "Oohs a game," said Drax acting as though she'd not already guessed. "I like games Mr. E." "That's good to hear Drax" E said smiling as he removes her nipple clamps. "You won't need these for the game" he explained. Then E slowly lowered her to the floor then starts to unshackle her. As Drax rubbed her wrists to ease some of the strain of being tired by them E explained the game to her. "This is a hunting game and in this game you can fight or flee either way I'll be you opponent" he smiled "Oh, I like the sound of this game Mr. E" Drax said smiling. "If you win, I'll clean you up and you can leave tonight but if you lose then you wind up inside of me." To add inflection to his words E rubbed his belly though he licked his lip it was hard for to see with a transparent body. "Ok Mr. E I'll bite" she said "How do I play this game?" E smiles trying to look benign. "This room that I lead you to is in the center of a maze. The maze is mostly illusion and filled with traps." E held up a hand even though Drax wasn't interrupting "Many of the traps aren't real but it is still dangerous. Spring the wrong trap and you mine automatically. Others will merely detain you while I catch up to you oh and beware the dragon. He's real" "Oh my" said Drax her pulse already pounding "This is going to be fun." Her host gestures around the room to the five entrances. "All but one dead end" he warned "and the one that doesn't is filled with more traps then the others, some of them potently deadly which would be a win for me" His warning given E does what should be impossible and melts before her eyes seeping into the floor. " You have two minutes be careful and be quick I look forward to a good game." His voice called out to her as he disappeared. Adrenalin pumping Drax runs though the central doorway and into the maze. Whether it is luck or skill she has picked the on door that did not dead end from the room and was off to a good start. E however was in a stand still. True to his word he continues to count the passing seconds until he can give a chase. Drax comes to a fork in the mazes and has to choose the right or left path. Hesitating and unsure of what traps to expect she wavers for a moment before she runs right and preparing for a trap to spring any second. Fortune however was smiling on Drax for the lucky vixen had chosen the right path. On the left path was a deadly shooting spear trap that would have likely ended her bid for freedom right then and there. Still running headlong thong starting to tire Drax slows down slightly though as she feels a breeze ruffle through her fur. Drax looked around wondering where the breeze is coming from. Then despite her inner urging for caution she continues to run down the path caution abandoned for the sake of speed. All the while E is counting down the seconds until he is free to chase her 30 down 90 left to go. Drax's lack of cation deals her a harmful blow as the ground below her seems to give way and the trap is sprung. Drax now finds herself in a virtual pit. (The trap is illusion and last for 30 seconds.) E steady counts down 45 down 75 to go. Drax panicked calls for help "Ack. help" but there is no help coming. Only herself E and a supposed dragon are in this maze. With no way out Drax decides to look around her prison. As she looks up, she sees that the left and right edge of the pit are narrower that the rest of it meaning that it may have been possible to avoid falling into the trap if she were wary of it. E unaware of Drax's misfortune continues counting 75 down 45 to go. As the seconds tick by the virtual pit recedes into the floor level as the time elapsing and Drax's assumed escape time has been reached. Once more Drax takes off ruining trying to find her way without giving a cation to E's traps. As she hard already figured, the traps would not really hurt her that they were simple tricks and illusions made to slow down the wary. As Drax runs she feels another breezes and comes to a point where that path splits in two again but this time there is no floor to see. Drax stops staring in amazement "damn" she swore looking at the seeming impossible stack before her. All Drax has to work with are a set of three vines to chose form and she's sure that two of them are booby trapped. (and they are two) Following her instincts she "takes the left path swinging from vine to vine in hurried yet a carful manner. E continues counting 110 down 10 to go as Drax swings for safety. Miraculously by choosing the left vine set Drax avoided the trapped center and right vines and makes it safely across the pit. Landing and sure of herself once again she runs down the path all the while knowing that behind her a monster called E lurked hunting her. E counting was reaching its end "118, 119, 120. All right, time to hunt me a fox fem." He said pulling himself together into a vaguely feline form. The hunt was on and he hungered in more ways then one. On Drax's the path continues straight for a time and seemed to end. But did it really dead end? Stopped frustrated and panting Drax swears "Damn how long is this thing" The tunnel that she was currently in was only about 2 dozen of her own body lengths from the last jump she'd made but the fact it seemed to dead end left her vulnerable to the oncoming hunter Mr. E. After looking around too frustrated to think or to see strait Drax starts to run again Meanwhile back at the room E had picked up Drax's scent at the middle door and he smiles with confidence. "Oh Drax " he says in singsong voice "I'm coming for you." Drax soon finds herself back at the pit she'd just left with the vine path still there for her to use and E nowhere in sight. She was running out of options and had misses some vitals clue as to ho to escape the dead end behind her. Arriving at the fist fork E starts sniffing around "now which fork did she take? " He asks himself. Drax however is lost and looks around trying to figure out where to go. She is quickly losing hope that the game would be as fun as she'd thought it would be at it's beginning. Blissfully unaware of Drax's second thoughts E follows her scent down the right fork. Drax stubborn takes that vine that she'd used to cross the pit with and taking a bit of a running start swing in an arc bypassing the middle tunnel and landing in the right tunnel. Having reached the illusion pit trap E sniffs around it and smiles "so she triggered this trap eh? I hope she uses her head better from now on." He said. Even though the trap won't affect him, E played along and crossed at the edge of the trap so as not to trigger it. As he crosses, he wonders how far ahead of him Drax is. Drax tired and trying to get her bearings stops to rest and looked around for a bit. As Drax is resting in the right fork, she sees a glint and the light reflects off of the approaching gel form of E she ponders quickly whether to run off somewhere or to give in. In the end it's too much and seeing E approach closer she whimpers sadly freezing where she stands. E approaches the edge of the pit and tugs on what was the middle vine. It and the right vine prove to be one and the same and they both fall. Into the pit leaving E without a vine to swing on. Not one to be stopped so easily E stretches out his arm toward Drax grabbing the vine over near her "hello cuite, I'm here " E says in a sing song voice "Ack. you caught me" Drax whines E some how shifts his body along his arm and winds up on the same side of the pit as Drax. "Yes I did." He says nodding "are you ready for the end game sweetie?" " um yes Mr. E" Drax said. In truth she was looking forward to it. The traps were not the erotic diversions that she'd hoped for but this was sure to be something special. E reached for Drax grabbing both of her arms "that a good girl I promise that this wont hurt you a bit." Drax finds herself pulled into a kiss with the gel beast one that soon involves his tongue in her mouth as it becomes deeper. Drax thinks maybe this would be fun "mmm Mr. E" E's tongue begins an odd pumping motion as he swallowed her head his hands running along and caressing her body. Much to Drax's great surprise she could still breathe in whatever E had become and now even as he swallowed her neck and began work on her shoulders. But he didn't stop there. She could feel his finger which had been roaming over her body reaching into her vagina and anus pumping at almost the same rhythm that his tongue was. Drax squirms and wiggles in E's enveloping grasp. In moments Drax feels her breast and being enveloped but e's mouth and it felt like he had a second tongue just to caress body as he swallowed. 'He's eating me alive. She realized and as even more of her was swallowed. His tongue caresses her breast exciting her nipples as it did. More and more of her body feel the semi cool, the semi warm embraces of E's mouth as her head passes through his throat she felt his tongues rubbing her belly cleaning it of the mess they'd made earlier. As he even swallowed more of her the ministrations continued and intensified. Drax became more aroused hungering for more of this all encompassing pleasure and as E's mouth closed over her hips didn't stop the double penetration of his fingers. If anything they seem to work her sex even faster and harder. Throat full and unable to moan or scream she cums spasmodically and slides deeper into E's belly. In moments only Drax's feet are left and E comes closes to finishing her off as a meal the thrusting in her mouth and genitals was still happening even as her feet entered his mouth it she feels as if half a dozen tongues were licking them all at once "hums you are one tasty vixen Drax" E said his mouth free of the tasty vixen blockage. Even though Drax was inside of E's belly or whatever served as a belly for his kind of gel beast she could still fell that was still being yiffed by him. There was thrusting again with a soft touch and slower rhythm yet steadily building toward yet another orgasm up both of her vaginal and anal holes and even down her throat but how did, he did he do that? She wondered almost afraid to open her eyes. Still open her eyes she must and upon opening her eyes Drax sees that in eating her E had cleaned her off just like she'd thought he was doing. She moans wiggling some more she felt her prison shift and conform to her. Even though she couldn't see them, she still felt the tongues licking her breast, belly and feet. She still feels the thrusting in her pussy, ass and mouth as the force increases like E is close to orgasm himself even though she has no ideal how a creature like him would cum. Trying to move she realizes that her actions don't seem to affect E's sexual hunger or exploiting of her body. Looking down she sees her lips spreading with every thrust then relaxing with ever withdrawal. This wasn't simple vore that she was expecting when he said she'd end up inside of him. No this was a full body yiff The tempo of E's ministrations continues to speed up. His thrusting got harder except for her mouth which felt almost as if she was being Frenched kissed now. An the tongues on the other parts of her body were more active as well. The tongues on her breast seem to have gotten firmer and were pinching her nipples now. E wondered how long could she hold out against such treatment? "Ahhhhhh Mr. Eeee" Drax yells as she orgasm's bubbles appear in the gel of E's body floating away. E lets Drax ride out her orgasm his thrusting slowing to a stop. The gel monster burps up the bubbles that Drax screamed with her orgasm. Tired and fulfilled E slowly melts off of Drax leaving her sexually tapped out on formal bed in a guest chamber just off of the front door. After reforming into a solid feline form E kisses Drax and whispers "good night" "Good night Mr. E" Drax mumbles softly sleep reaching out to claim her like E had no so long ago. E smiles fading away into the shadows of the room his catch has fallen to sleep and he to get some sleep himself. After all he was still flesh and blood and needed to rest as well. Tomorrow his pet vixen would be free again but hopefully she would return. Only time would tell. the end for now. ( i'm trying to work on my grammar and story structure and will return to the love find a way stories soon as i have not stopped working with them even if i feel they aren't quite ready for this sight yet. i think that a few of the current chapters may be too long)

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Title: Double Date Tags: sarah woman, admire view, daria, corporate headquarters, sarah grunted, jason stopped, sarah knees, minutes jason, soft ropes, set watch *by Zebulon This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it. This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. Feedback is welcome.* \* \* \* \* \* "Say again?" His voice was soft and teasing. She was clearly embarrassed. She looked down at her dessert plate and said, almost in a whisper, "Please." "Say it again." His voice a bit more commanding. The small noises of the restaurant had faded completely behind the rushing sound in her ears. She stared at her half empty plate and mumbled an unconvincing, "No." "No?" he asked in a playful tone, knowing he'd tapped into a most secret place. "Not really," she said with a trembling voice, "that is, not exactly." "Explain." he said almost sweetly while increasing the tempo of his finger movements through her now squishy flesh. \* \* \* \* \* They had met at a political fund-raiser. Sarah was a beauty from the local college. She was doing volunteer work for the campaign. Jason was a donor. He was tall, dark, and handsome. She was rather surprised to discover how wealthy he was. He seemed rather young to have so much money. She also thought he was a bit arrogant, if charming. He asked her out and she surprised herself by saying yes. Sarah was even more surprised that their first date had gone so well. He had been a perfect gentleman and they'd had a great time. Within a month she had shared his bed and was again surprised to find he was an excellent lover. She'd somehow expected that with his good looks and money he'd be a dud at lovemaking. Then the other shoe had dropped. On the third night, when making love, Jason pulled some soft ropes out of nowhere and asked if she'd like to 'play a little game.' She was very nervous; almost scared. But she also found -- and this was the greatest surprise of all -- she was tremendously turned on by the idea. They played. It was great. She wanted more. By the end of a few months their relationship had reached the point where they were taking their sex games out in public. \* \* \* \* \* Dinner was at a very expensive and exclusive restaurant overlooking the bay. The lighting was subdued, the mood being set by moonlight reflected on the water and a small candle flickering on the table. There was soft romantic music playing in the background. The food had been sensational. The other diners were absorbed with their own meals and conversations. Jason's fingers were gently sliding through the moist folds of Sarah's womanhood under cover of the long tablecloth. He had made her come to dinner in an expensive evening gown and no panties. Soon after ordering he had slid a hand under the table and hiked her skirt up into her lap. He had been toying with her privates and with her passions ever since. Then there had been those questions. Idle conversation when anyone was within earshot punctuated with a whole series of personal, confidential, and often embarrassing questions when they were alone. That was the game. 'Had she ever faked an orgasm?' 'How often?' 'Why?' She was obligated to answer truthfully and had been doing so. 'Did she like giving head?' 'What did she like best about it?' 'What was she thinking that first time she asked him to do her from the rear?' That was a big one. She had always had a strange curiosity about anal sex, but she'd never worked up the nerve to ask any of her previous boyfriends to do it that way. With Jason it seemed an easy and almost natural request. And it turned out to be even better than she'd imagined. 'How long had she known she was a bottom?' 'Why did she like it so much?' 'What did she want to try that they hadn't already done?' She found, without much surprise, that having to answer these embarrassing questions in this public place was turning her on tremendously. Her pussy had been slightly moist when they'd started. It was quite damp now. She was afraid the back of her gown must be getting a wet spot and worried it would show when she got up to leave. She was very grateful for the dim lighting. Then came the question she had been passionately dreading. It had really struck a nerve and she had done a miserable job of trying to hide the fact. 'Have you ever had sex with another woman?' She had somehow known the question would be asked sooner or later. A part of her had actually been looking forward to it. \* \* \* \* \* Jason knew early that he liked bondage and domination games. But finding playmates who shared his passion wasn't easy. When he first started dating he'd found only one. Then his father died and left him a large successful company and a fortune in cash and stocks. That made things considerably easier. And he'd developed an instinct. Over time he'd learned things to say and questions to ask when talking with new girls. More importantly, he'd learned how to interpret their answers. Now about one of every three girls he dated ended up being added to the growing list in his little black book. And being rich he wasn't obligated to play by the same rules as, what his father had called, 'the little people.' He wasn't monogamous and didn't pretend to be. He was, in fact, very truthful to his playmates about his other partners. Those who could live with it did so. The others left. And still his list of names grew. Sarah had been quite a find. She was a tall girl with a vaguely middle-eastern look. Something in her shape and bearing reminded one of a belly dancer. But her skin tones weren't dark. And her long wavy hair was such a light brown it almost looked blond. All in all, Jason thought she was quite a treat. And then to discover her deep capacity for submission. \* \* \* \* \* He thought about her non-answer as he continued to stroke his finger over her clit. Even in the unclear light he could tell she was blushing furiously. "Go on, explain," he again prompted. Sarah was stuck and knew it. "I . . . That is, I've never actually been with another woman." "But you think about it?" She flushed even deeper and nodded her head. "You think about it a lot. Don't you?" Bingo! He'd hit the mark. Sarah, still looking down, closed her eyes and said, "Yes, sir." "My, my, my, . . . you like women," Jason mused, ". . . and you like to be dominated." His finger slid across her engorged clitoris as he spoke. Sarah unexpectedly tripped over the edge and orgasmed right at the table, just as the waiter was walking up with a carafe to freshen their coffee. "Please pardon my friend," Jason explained, "she has asthma." \* \* \* \* \* Their lovemaking that night was the best ever. There was an intensity Sarah had never before experienced. Then she didn't hear from Jason for the next two weeks. She didn't know if she'd done something wrong. If the whole thing was over. Or if he'd just upped and died. She was moping around her dorm room one night when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Are you free Saturday night?" "Jason, where the hell have you been?" "Busy," he said brushing aside her question as well as her implied question. "Are you free this Saturday?" he asked with a little more iron in his voice. She was tempted to say 'No' just to get back at him for leaving her hanging. But instead answered meekly. "Yes, sir." "Good. My place, 6:45 pm sharp, informal attire, but look nice. Eat a snack before you come, dinner will be late." He paused. She said nothing. "Oh yes," he continued, "and don't beat off between now and then." The phone went dead. Part of her was furious at this cavalier treatment. But she was also quite turned on by it. Her panties were very damp indeed. She hadn't felt like having sex for over a week. Now she most certainly did. But she couldn't beat off for the next five days. Sarah felt like howling in frustration. \* \* \* \* \* Jason lived alone in an impressive penthouse apartment in the business district. It wasn't even a penthouse in the regular sense. That is, it wasn't part of an apartment complex. It had started out as a temporary residence for his father, who quite literally 'lived the business.' He had it set up using the entire top floor of his corporate headquarters. When his father died, Jason made sure the company continued to thrive. Knowing he had no head for business, he'd done a good job of hiring excellent managers to run things. Aside from the occasional public event he was obligated to attend, he stayed out of their way and let the cash roll in. The enterprise grew. Soon the corporate headquarters had moved to a larger and more impressive building in a neighboring city. Jason expanded and converted the top two floors of the building into a rather flamboyant bachelor's pad. The 28th floor he reserved as a buffer and a kind of storage facility against his future needs. The rest of the building had been converted to office space. All of which made for good neighbors. The building was largely deserted nights and on weekends. There were security guards to guard his security. There was a maintenance crew to deal with maintenance. And there was a discreet cleaning lady who came three times a week to straighten up, do laundry, and make sure the larder was well stocked. All in all, it was an ideal life for a young, well-to-do, and rather kinky man-about-town. \* \* \* \* \* Sarah arrived by taxi at the front door of the complex a bit early. The security guards knew her face and let her in. She took the executive elevator up to the 29th floor and waited in the anteroom, killing time and checking her wristwatch. She wasn't sure what this new game was, but Jason had said '6:45 sharp.' Punctuality had become an important part of their game. So she waited. Before leaving her dorm she had called and set her watch by the atomic clock in Washington. She fidgeted with her purse and waited some more. At precisely 6:44 and 50 seconds she walked to the apartment door. It opened even as she was raising her hand to knock. Jason was dressed only in his black smoking jacket. His hair was slightly disheveled and to Sarah he looked positively delicious. Without saying a word he took her in his arms, pulled her close, and favored her with a long, luxurious kiss. She was almost breathless with lust when he broke off and pulled back to look at her. "You look fabulous," he said, and then added with a sly grin. "Are you ready for an adventure." Sarah didn't know quite how to respond. Her legs were weak. What did he have planned? She felt powerful jolts of lust, fear, and curiosity. She suddenly found she couldn't muster the will to speak. Instead she just looked at him with all the emotions she was feeling playing clearly over her face. Jason studied her for a moment. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'" Taking her hand, he walked her through the penthouse to a far corner of the building. Sarah found herself entering a large unlit room. She'd never seen it before. It was a den or office of some kind. There was a massive desk lost in the gloom in one corner. Wood paneling covered the walls. And there was plenty of fine conservative furniture scattered about. Jason led her to a massive leather sofa facing a great glass window overlooking the city. The sun had just set. The view was magnificent. The city was starting to light up. The bay was still visible in the distance. A large yellow moon was hanging overhead. Jason didn't stop to admire the view. He turned and gave Sarah another long kiss. Then he reached down, grabbed the bottom of her fuzzy turtleneck sweater and, as she raised her arms, gently lifted it over her head. He kissed her again, reached around, and unsnapped her bra. Removing the garment, he leaned down and nuzzled and kissed her lovely breasts. Sarah's nipples were rigid and hypersensitive. She trembled as he kissed her. Then she noticed a small pile of bondage paraphernalia on the coffee table. She trembled even more. Sarah wanted to ask questions, but that wasn't the game. And she had to admit that the uncertainty was adding a tremendous dash of excitement to the evening's mix. What did he have planned? She was already moist when he'd started undressing her. By the time she'd noticed the bondage materials, she was positively wet. Her panties were going to begin sticking to her crotch if this went on for long. But Jason just kept kissing and licking and nibbling and undressing her as he went. He got down on one knee and carefully removed her sneakers and socks. He undid her jeans and slid them down as well. The panties were the last to go. He carelessly tossed her clothes onto the large leather chair. When Sarah was finally nude, he stood up and stepped back to admire her. "Superb," he said. She suddenly felt extremely self-conscious and stifled an urge to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands. Jason reached over to the table and removed a leather collar from the pile. He brought it up and held it before her face so that she could look at it. There was a brass plate with an inscription she could just make out in the dim light. It was her name. She didn't know what to say. So 'this' was what the evening was about. Jason opened the collar and moved to put it around Sarah's neck. She helped him by pulling her long hair up out of his way. Once the collar was in place he kissed her again. Then he turned her around, facing away from him. She heard him reach down and pick up something else off the table. She felt her hands being cuffed together behind her back. He stepped up against her and reached around her taut body to massage a breast with one hand and her twat with the other. She could feel the stiffness of his prick against her hands as he nuzzled her ear. If he kept that up for any length of time she would come for sure. But he didn't keep it up. Just as she was about to grab his member with her cuffed hands, he pulled away again and moved her over to the sofa. With a little help (it was awkward laying down with her hands cuffed behind her), he positioned her so that she was lying on her belly on the sofa. Jason cuffed her ankles next. He used a short strap to tie her wrist restraints to the ankle restraints. He cinched them tightly. Not so tightly that it was painful, but tight enough that Sarah knew she wasn't going anywhere until he let her. Jason stepped back again to admire the view. "Magnificent," he said again. "Simply marvelous." Sarah felt very proud to hear him say that. But she felt more lustful than anything else. 'OK,' she thought, 'he has me tied up. Now what?' The 'now what' turned out to be a gag. It was made of black leather that almost seemed to match the sofa. There was a soft blunt penis prod on the inside that effectively filled her mouth to capacity. And once strapped in place, it kept her from saying anything or even from making very loud noises. And then nothing much happened at all. Jason sat on the floor next to her and continued to kiss, lick, rub, and fondle her body around the restraints. But Sarah sensed that he wasn't going anywhere with it. He was just biding his time. It was highly erotic, but her curiosity was starting to drive her crazy. Then, as he was teasingly running one fingernail over her butt coming tantalizingly close to her crotch, a little chime went off that she never heard before. She turned her head and looked at him. He was glancing up at the wall clock. "Right on time," he said, almost to himself. Sarah grunted questioningly. He only smiled and continued with his gentle fondling. But noticing her uneasiness he said, "The guards ring me to announce guests." At this, Sarah became quite distressed indeed. Somebody was coming up? Surely he wasn't going to let some stranger see her this way. She thrashed about and grunted objections into the gag. Jason just smiled again and gave her butt cheek a serious slap. It stung. "Quiet," he said. "This is part of the adventure." Sarah quieted but didn't lose any of her agitation. She could hear the elevator mechanism gently whirring in the background. Jason again glanced at the clock and then stood up. Leaning over, he kissed her ear and whispered, "Now don't go anywhere." And he was gone. Sarah was left to writhe in her bondage. This she did for just a half minute. Then, realizing how hopeless that was, she got as quiet as possible and listened intently. At first nothing. The elevator had stopped. She looked up at the clock. 7:14 pm. The second hand was coming up to 7:15. With 20 seconds to go there came a distant knock. 'Hmmph' Sarah thought with a vague sense of superiority 'whoever it is didn't set his watch as accurately as she had.' A few seconds later she heard the front door open. There was a quiet muffled conversation. Try as she might, she couldn't make out the words. The voices came closer, and Sarah thought she would void her bladder on the nice leather sofa. But the voices turned aside and began ascending the stairs before reaching her. She was breathing a sigh of relief when she heard the only words she could make out. It was Jason saying, "Are you ready for an adventure?" Then the voices were out of range and try as she might, Sarah could hear no more. She was left trembling in her constraints. \* \* \* \* \* Jason met Daria in college. He was a junior and she was a freshman. She was the most heartbreakingly beautiful girl he had ever seen. But when he studied her face closely, he could never understand why. Nothing seemed to match. Her face was almost square. Her eyes seemed too big and her eyebrows too pronounced. Her nose was slightly upturned and seemed the wrong shape for her face. Her lower lip was too thick and her upper lip too thin. Her mouth was crooked and ears were too big. There was no reason to believe that all these mismatched features put together would spell beauty. But they did. She was absolutely gorgeous and, not only Jason, but everyone who saw her thought so. Daria had an equally lovely body. Just about average height, she had a very athletic build and deep brown hair. She also had a set of rather impressive and very firm breasts. Jason also discovered she had a wonderful capacity for and interest in sex. And she loved to try new things. Together they discovered bondage. This lasted until Jason's graduation a year and a half later. Then Daria suddenly and rather unexpectedly had gotten cold feet. Jason was getting a little too serious for her. She was afraid he might start talking marriage. And their sex play was becoming more intense all the time. More intense than she seemed ready for. One day, a few weeks before graduation, he'd asked if she wanted him to take her to a sex club and put her on stage. That threw her for a bit of a loop. She said she'd think about it. While she was thinking, Jason's father died very unexpectedly. First he was gone and when he returned he was busy. They hardly had time to speak during his final two weeks of classes and examinations. When he graduated he left for good. And that seemed to be that. Daria did get one phone message from him a few weeks later. It was on her answering machine with his new number, but she never called back. In a fit of what was almost remorse, Daria went back to vanilla sex. For awhile she didn't miss her wilder side. She told herself it was just a phase she had gone through. She joined the cheerleading team. By the time her own graduation came up she'd met and gotten engaged to the star defensive end. Her life was starting to develop in a very traditional way. And that might have been the end of that . . . . Except that one week before her wedding, she'd caught her husband-to-be in bed . . . . . . with another man. So the marriage was off. At first Daria didn't know if it was the infidelity or the homosexuality that bothered her more. She just knew she was pissed. She got back in touch with Jason. She needed to talk with someone and he was the obvious choice. But they hadn't spoken in over two years. The number he'd left her didn't work, so she looked him up through the alumni association. She sent him an Email and he sent an immediate and very friendly reply. They traded recent histories. He told her about how busy he'd been since his father's death but didn't mention anything about his new found wealth. She told him about her broken engagement and he turned out to be a great listener. They went back to being good friends. But it was clear their relationship wasn't about to pick up where it had broken off. A distance remained between them. For the next several years they were Email friends only but they shared a great many confidences. And largely through their correspondence, Daria worked the anger out of her system. She came to understand that the problem with her ex- fiance had not been the homosexuality. It had been the infidelity. She knew this because she began to realize she had deep-seated bi-sexual feelings of her own. 'Hmmmph. How about that?' She confided these thoughts and feelings to Jason even as they continued to live their separate lives. One day, the company Daria worked for folded. Jason offered to help her to find a new job. 'Where did she want to live? He could find her a job almost anywhere.' This seemed to be an invitation to move closer to him if she wished. They hadn't seen each other or had a real-time phone conversation since college. She mulled it over for a couple of days before deciding. Then she picked up the phone and dialed. It seemed to break some kind of ice and they talked for hours. In the end she asked him to find her a job in the city where he was living. She would give it a try, at least for a while. They went back to being close friends. But not bed partners. They continued to correspond by Email and talk on the phone. They would even get together now and then for dinner. But each seemed to be waiting for the other to make the first move. Perhaps this had to do with Daria's confusion about her sexual identity. Since the break up of her engagement, she'd had several sex partners but they had all been men. Yet the knowledge of her sexual attraction to other women kept gnawing at her. She'd been talking with Jason about this for years. Neither knew what it might mean in terms of any possible future relationship. Things might have stayed this way forever. But then came that fateful dinner with Sarah. Jason had several possible sex partners in mind for a little manage a trois. But Daria might be perfect. In fact, she might be more than perfect. Of course, he might be risking their friendship. Then again . . . He called her unexpectedly and told her he had something extraordinary in mind. He gave her just enough hints to start her juices flowing. Was she interested? She spent almost a week considering the implications. Jason didn't pressure her at all. He just waited. She called. 'What exactly did he have in mind.' She could almost hear him grinning over the phone. "You'll just have to trust me," he said. She spent a few more days agonizing about it before calling back and saying, "Yes." She could feel that grin over the phone again. There were a few long moments of silence. "OK," he finally said, "here's the deal. First thing, don't beat off between now and then." "What?" "You heard me." Another silent grin. "I want you ripe and ready for this little adventure." "And?" "And I'll send you details once I have them. Check your Email." \* \* \* \* \* Sarah felt like she'd been lying there for hours. But when she heard the unmistakable sounds of returning footsteps she glanced up at the clock and realized that it had only been about twenty-five minutes. "And how have we been?" Jason asked as he entered the darkened room. "Still horny, I hope." Sarah started to protest into her gag but quickly gave that up as futile. Besides, the truth was that she was indeed, still quite horny. Her mind had been running circles trying to guess what Jason was up to. She hadn't been able to †¡Ïrstand anything the guest had said. But unmistakably the voice was soft and sexy and very feminine. Sarah thought about her last date with Jason and all of those questions. She remembered especially those final questions about her secret lusts. And now he had brought her here along with another woman. She spent the whole time she was alone working herself into a terrible state of erotic tension pouring over the myriad possibilities of what the evening held in store. 'Yes,' she wanted to tell him. 'Yes, I have these secret desires all the time. But I'm not sure I really want to do anything about them. At least not yet. I don't think I'm ready for it.' Sarah felt Jason reach in between her bound legs. In her hogtie, her legs were splayed. She could actually hear the moist squish that accompanied the feel of slick fingers easily worming their way through her engorged flesh. 'I'm not ready,' she thought furiously as he removed his fingers and gave her butt a firm squeeze. "It's playtime," he said, as he released the strap that held her hogtie. Her legs flopped down. She wiggled her ass impatiently. She wanted him to release the rest of her bondage and take out the gag so they could talk about this. He undid her ankle restraints. She flexed her toes and waited for him to undo her hands. Instead he merely clipped a leash to her collar and helped her to unsteady feet. He held her in his arms, gag still in her mouth, hands fettered behind her back, and kissed her on the forehead. When he pulled away, she looked up into his face with an expression that bespoke the powerful uncertainties that were playing through her mind. 'Please don't do this now,' she wanted to beg. 'Not now; not yet.' But all she could do was to gently shake her head. She felt his fingers moving thorough her hot slit again. He was kissing her on the side of her face and around her ear. "Fun time," he whispered. And started off, pulling her along by the leash. For a brief moment, she thought about resisting, but some morbid fascination deep within her made her follow meekly in his wake. She walked noiselessly, padding on bare feet through the silent apartment, up the stairs, and down the long hall that led to his large bedroom. She had been nervous the first time she'd entered this inner lair. Now she was almost beside herself with anxiety. 'What was waiting for her behind that door?' Jason stopped short of entering the room. He dropped the leash and turning took Sarah's face in his hands. For a long time he just looked at her, smiling gently into her eyes. He kissed the exposed flesh around her gag and then said, "This is for you, darling." She made a plaintive little whining noise behind the gag. He smiled. "I know. But isn't it better this way?" 'Isn't what better which way?' she wondered as he took up her leash again. Turning he opened the door. His bedroom was lit with the soft light of a half dozen candles. Jason took a couple of steps into the room and stopped. Sarah had followed directly behind so her view was blocked. She hesitated to look around him to see what was awaiting her on the bed. For long moments nothing happened. She heard a muffled sound of movement. A little pause. And then another. She could smell another woman's perfume in the air. She found that and the flickering lights very disorienting. Finally screwing up her courage, Sarah took a deep breath and peeked around Jason's broad shoulders. She felt a chill run down her spine. There was a woman in the bed. That was hardly surprising. But the woman was completely naked and tied down. Sarah might have expected it, but hadn't. At first, she couldn't see much detail. The woman was lying on her back with her arms pulled straight up over her head. Her wrists were fastened together and a strap was pulling them up to the center of the bed. Sarah could tell there was a lot of tension on the strap because it was tugging at the mattress as it disappeared over the edge. The woman's legs were cuffed at the ankles and there were straps pulling each toward the nearest bedpost. And because Jason's bed was so wide, her legs were spread rather far apart. The effect was that her body formed a large letter 'A.' She took a step closer without realizing she had done so. The woman was wearing a gag identical to her own. Sarah worked her tongue around the thick penis prod invading her mouth and imagined how she must feel. The woman's eyes were following her over the gag. Her dark brown pubic patch glistened moistly in reflected candlelight. Jason reached over, removed the leash, and put his finger through the O-Ring in Sarah's collar. He pulled her closer so the woman could get a better look at her. "Daria," he said, "this is Sarah." The woman looked but otherwise didn't react. "Say hello to Sarah." The woman grunted something into her gag. Jason stepped behind Sarah and again wrapped his arms around her. She felt him firmly squeezing her in a big hug. His wrists crossed and he grasped each of her lovely breasts with opposite hands. Sarah could feel his stiff member pressing up against her fettered hands through the open front of his smoking jacket. She took hold of it almost for comfort. He nuzzled her neck and spoke softly into her ear. "Sarah, this is Daria." Sarah grunted her own hello. "Good girl," he said. He then released her breasts and took half a step back. Reaching up he unbuckled her gag, took it out, and tossed it lightly aside. With the gag removed, Sarah was free to speak. She said nothing. She was suddenly, and for no particular reason, keenly aware of the feel of the soft carpet on her feet. Jason reached down and undid her fetters. Sarah's hands fell lightly to her sides. She was now completely naked and unrestrained except for the collar. But she didn't move. She didn't know what to do or what Jason expected of her. The woman on the bed just watched them carefully. She didn't try to speak. She wasn't resisting. She hardly moved. But there was an intensity in her eyes that Sarah couldn't miss. And unless it was a trick of the light the moistness of her crotch had increased. Jason came around and putt his finger through her collar ring again. He pulled her gently to the side of the bed. They half sat and half climbed up until they were quite close to the bound girl. He reached down and squeezed one of Daria's breasts. She sighed into her gag. Sarah didn't know what to do. She watched Jason's hand as he worked Daria's breasts. First one, then the other. Squeezing, rubbing, scratching the skin lightly with his fingertips, pinching her engorged nipples. The dark skin around her nipples was completely crinkled and almost seemed to twitch at his touch. Sarah became fixated on what he was doing. Jason reached over and took her hand. He brought it over to Daria's nearest breast. Sarah felt her fingers come in contact with the warm flesh. They seemed to tingle at the touch. Then his hand was gone. She watched it travel down the woman's belly and slide through her pubic slit. Sarah heard a 'hummm' from the head of the bed. She looked up. Daria had closed her eyes and was quietly moaning. Looking down, Sarah realized that without quite being aware of it, she had taken over pleasuring the woman's breasts. This went on for several minutes. Jason was doing something that was making Daria breathe harder and faster. But Sarah was fascinated with watching her own hands work the highly sensitive mammaries. She remembered the way she liked her own breasts fondled and was using this to excite the woman. Somewhere in there, Jason stopped what he was doing and got off the bed. Now it was just Sarah and Daria. She continued to manipulate the woman's breasts and only vaguely wondered what would come next. Looking over she noticed Daria watching her again. Then she felt Jason's hands on her hips. Jason had removed his smoking jacket and come up behind her. Using his strong hands he repositioned Sarah so that she was face down on the bed with her head hovering over Daria's closest breast. He lay next to her and gently pressed her head until her lips were only inches away from the bound girl's nipple. Then he started rubbing her back. Sarah felt his finger slide slowly down her spine and through the crack in her behind. She was transfixed. She looked down at a gently heaving breast and up into Daria's eyes gleaming back at her. She looked down at the breast again and over at Jason's smiling face. He leaned forward and kissed her. Deeply and tenderly. When he broke off, he reached up and took a fistful of her hair. Using it like a handle, he repositioned her face so that her lips were actually making contact with Daria's nipple. Sarah closed her eyes and began to suck. She had fantasized about this for years. A dark, deep, hidden fantasy. Now her relationship with Jason had brought it into reality. After a couple of minutes Sarah opened her eyes and really started to get into it. 'What did she like?' She brought her hands up and grasped the nearest breast. She squeezed it rather hard to make the skin taut and sensitive. She nibbled on the nipple and swirled her tongue around it in lazy circles. She was gratified to hear the bound woman moan through her nose. She inched forward and repeated the performance on the other breast. For a while Jason continued to rub and tweak Sarah's behind as he watched her. Then he moved back down between Daria's legs and did something else that caused her to writhe with pleasure. Jason let this build for a while. He randomly tickled and prodded Daria's clit in preparation for what was to come. He wanted her at a high pitch of excitement. He watched Sarah as she increased the tempo of her lesbian assault on Daria's breasts. She seemed more animated in her lovemaking than he'd ever seen her. And he was learning some new tricks by watching. He would certainly know more about how to please Sarah in the future. Meanwhile he was keeping a careful eye on how turned on Daria was getting. He wanted her deeply aroused, but he wanted Sarah to be the one to push her over the edge. When he judged the time was right, he moved. Sarah felt hands on her hips again. She was pulled gently but firmly back and away. Next thing she knew Jason pulled her to her knees and then off of the bed and on to her feet. He put his finger back through her collar ring and walked her around to the foot of the bed. Sarah found herself staring directly up between Daria's legs. The face hovering above those legs was again studying her carefully. But the bound girl's chest was heaving with her labored breathing and her nostrils were flaring. Jason moved around Sarah again. He hugged her tightly. She could feel his stiff prick wedged up against the crack in her ass. She suddenly wanted him to enter her from behind as much as she'd ever wanted anything sexual. But he was whispering in her ear again. "OK, baby," he said. "She's all yours." And then he simply released his hug and stepped back. Nothing. For a long moment nothing. Sarah started to look around to see what Jason was doing, but she felt his hand come up and grasp her hair again. He positioned her head so she was again facing directly toward the bound girl. Then he pushed her head slightly forward and pulled up so that her face was angled down toward Daria's crotch. His hand withdrew. More nothing. Sarah's heart was beating wildly. The girl on the bed seemed frozen in place. And Sarah, hardly thinking about what she was doing, inched forward. She climbed slowly up onto the bed between the bound girl's knees. She gently grasped a thigh with each hand. She seemed drawn to Daria's wet crotch. The cunt lips were splayed completely open. Her pubic thatch was either neatly trimmed or it just grew very short. The hair was fine and very dark. Her moist skin was almost sparkling in the candlelight. She could actually see the girl's heartbeat in her pussy. Sarah sat on the bed, leaned forward, and touched the pulsating flesh. She was surprised to find it felt exactly like her own. She then wondered why this should surprise her. She pressed the little hood back and looked at Daria's clit. It seemed rather large to her. She touched it with her finger. The bound woman almost jerked in response. Sarah touched it again. And then began rubbing two fingers in a gentle circular motion as she did when fingering herself to orgasm. She heard Daria grunt and moan in response. Looking up she noticed the woman had again closed her eyes. For a long time nothing else happened. Sarah just kept fingering Daria's clit and observing her reaction. Then she closed her own eyes and could almost feel how the bound woman must feel. Lying there, completely restrained. Her clit being rubbed and teased continually. And she knew what she wanted -- what Daria must want. Almost without thinking, she repositioned herself and began licking at the swollen clit. At first she just dabbed at it with the tip of her tongue. She found that she liked the aroma and taste. She was using one hand up above to hold the clit open for easier access. Her other hand was pressed down beneath her, the fingertips lightly touching the skin on Daria's ass. But as the moments passed, her tongue movements became longer and deeper. She felt her lips touching the warm wet flesh around the clit. Daria was moaning loudly now. Sarah quickened her movements. Her lips now covered the entire area of Daria's upper pussy around the clit. Sucking the tasty flesh into her mouth, she squeezed her lips together. The little bulb popped up at the pressure. And Sarah started licking and swiping at the hardened fleshy nub in earnest. She wasn't quite sure what she was doing. She just wanted it to feel good. Sarah was also using her hands. She had moved one finger into the bound woman's vagina and pushed in and out like a penis. Somehow it didn't feel big enough, so she pulled it back and replaced it with two fingers. That was better. She repositioned her mouth and tongue. Lubrication oozed around her fingers and dripped down along the crack in Daria's ass. Sarah brought her other hand around, slicked her finger in the slimly goo, and then carefully inserted it into the bound woman's anus. She was rewarded by hearing a great sigh from above. The twitching and throbbing of the whole crotch area seemed to increase. She started moving her finger in and out of Daria's rear hole and felt delight in listening to the noises the bound woman was making. Sarah was getting amazingly turned on herself. Her own crotch was incredibly wet. Daria was thrusting her pelvis against Sarah's mouth to bring herself off. Sarah was trying to help her, but she must not be doing something exactly right. As horny as the bound woman seemed to be, she didn't seem to be any closer to coming. She felt Jason at her side again. He moved in and lay next to her. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head gently away, and took over licking Daria's twat. Sarah's fingers were still buried in the bound woman's holes. Not knowing what else to do, she kept up her stimulations. But the pitch of Daria's excitement quickly elevated and Sarah could sense she was getting very close, very fast. Jason obviously knew some tricks she didn't. Something in the back of her head told her she would have to find out what they were. Jason was still holding Sarah's hair when Daria made an agonized moaning noise. Quickly, Jason pulled back, pressed Sarah's face back into Daria's crotch and whispered, "Finish her quickly. Lick hard and very fast." Sarah did. The bound form started writhing with renewed intensity and the moaning noises from above had turned into hard quick grunts. Daria was virtually bucking her pelvis into Sarah's mouth. Jason had rolled\* (2r onto Sarah's back and slid his thick dick into her slippery cunt. He was pumping in rhythm with Daria's bucking. After only a couple minutes of this Sarah heard a kind of shriek from above. The pelvis under her lips went stiff and began lifting up off the bed. Daria was pushing herself as hard as she could into Sarah's face. Sarah could feel the contractions of the bound girl's orgasm through her lips and fingers. The prick inside her just kept pumping and pumping. It was positively the most erotic moment Sarah had ever known. She experienced a small orgasm of her own in response. "Keep licking," Jason whispered into her ear, "but gently." Sarah knew exactly what he meant. She knew how nice it was when Jason would continue softly licking around her clit without actually touching it after she had come. She did this for Daria and heard a moan of contentment from above. She felt Jason ease himself out of her and get up. After a while, Sarah stopped licking. She pulled her face back and looked down. She had never looked at another woman's anatomy that closely before. The light was dim, but her eyes were adjusted. It was hard to see much detail in the flickering candlelight, but she found herself powerfully aroused at what she saw. Jason was making little noises around the room but she hardly gave him any notice. Sarah turned her head and pressed her cheek against the warm, moist hair. She used Daria's pubic mound as a kind of pillow and started thinking about what had just happened. For a long while her face remained blank as she tried to collect her thoughts and sort out her feelings. Then she smiled. She felt Jason's hands return to her hips. He pulled her back down toward the foot of the bed. He stood her up, positioned her so that she was facing Daria, and refastened her wrists behind her back. So it wasn't over yet. She looked again at the wet crotch below her and then up into the flushed face near the head of the bed. Daria's gag had been removed and her breathing was returning to normal. Sarah felt a powerfully renewed lust at the sight. Of course it wasn't over. She hadn't really come yet, and neither had Jason. When he was finished with her hands, he turned her around and kissed her fiercely. She felt herself melting into him. "You were great," he finally said when they had broken off the kiss. She didn't know what to say in reply, so remained silent. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked. It was like the restaurant all over again. She lowered her eyes and nodded in the affirmative. Jason saw a small smile playing across her lips. He reached down and picked up her gag which was lying by the foot of the bed. "Open." She did. He fastened the gag in place and then put his finger through the O-Ring of her collar. She looked up into his face. Giving her a small peck on her forehead, he stepped right up onto the bed and half-led, half- pulled Sarah with him. She found herself standing between Daria's legs again looking down at her. Daria seemed quite alert and even though her mouth was ungagged she said nothing. Jason walked Sarah up to the head of the bed, right over the prone body. She had to be careful how she moved so as not to trip over the girl or step on her. He positioned her so that she was standing directly over Daria's head. One foot on each side. She looked down past her own breasts and belly into the bound girl's eyes. They seemed to be looking intensely up at her crotch. Jason pulled down on the ring and helped Sarah get to her knees. She could feel Daria's flesh against the sides of her legs and the soles of her feet. She looked down and could only see Daria's bound arms pulled up in front of her. She looked over at Jason. 'Now what?' she asked with her eyes. "Now it's your turn," he said in answer to her unspoken question. Sarah's mind was racing. She took in a deep breath through her nose and tried to stop thinking about it. She carefully readjusted her position and gently lowered herself until she could feel Daria's hot breath on her pubic hair. Slowly she continued to inch her body downward. And then, quite suddenly, she felt Daria's warm mouth and tongue attack her pussy. Daria wasn't being the least bit timid. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted and was going after it with a ferocity that disconcerted Sarah. Her tongue was a blur of pressure and motion. Her mouth was sliding across Sarah's pussy flesh causing the muscles in the kneeling girl's thighs to begin trembling. This was incredible. Perhaps it was the softness of her face. Perhaps it was some hidden knowledge that only women possess. Perhaps it was Sarah's own reaction to being licked by another woman for the very first time. But the feelings running through her were amazing. She could feel the bound girl's breasts and tight nipples pressing up against her butt cheeks as she was being licked. Sarah hung her head and breathed heavily through her nose. The gag caused her to take quick shallow breaths and the lack of oxygen seemed to be intensifying her passion. She was making rhythmic moaning noises as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Sarah felt Jason reach over and fondle her breast while she was being eaten by Daria. His touch was incredibly intense. She felt his palm press firmly against her nipple. Then his fingers pinched her hard, rosy bud. She moaned even louder from the pleasure and delighted even more in the feel of the busy mouth working on her sopping pussy. The hand on her breast withdrew. Before Jason, Sarah had only been given head by one other boyfriend and he didn't really know what he was doing. Jason had been the best. But this was so much better than even that. Sarah found herself twitching and bobbing from side to side in rhythm with Daria's tongue. This went on for many delightful minutes. Then Sarah started getting close. She almost wanted to rear up and slow things down. To draw out the pleasure. But Daria's tongue was insistent. And the bound girl under her was making grunting noises as she labored to breathe while pleasuring the girl perched on her face. Sarah started making her own grunting noises through the gag as her orgasm approached. Daria sensing this clamped down on the skin above and below Sarah's clit with her lips and pressed tightly. She thrashed the little bulb lustily with her tongue. Sarah came rather suddenly. She made a loud whining noise through her nose and reared up off of Daria's face. She was climaxing wildly and the intensity had gotten to her. Daria craned her neck to reach up after the retreating pussy. But the distance was too great and she gave up. Letting her head fall back she enjoyed the wonderful passionate noises that Sarah was making and the sight of the trembling crotch hovering over her. She found the tuft of light brown hair fascinating as it glistened wetly and quivered. Jason pulled Sarah up and off to one side, laying her face down on the bed along side Daria. A little earlier, when he'd finished fondling Sarah's breast, Jason had again gone down between Daria's legs. He started carefully and gently licking her towards another climax. By the time Sarah had come, Daria was close too. But he wouldn't push her over the edge until after Sarah had finished. Then when it happened he hadn't finished her off right away. Instead he moved up quickly and pulled Sarah off. Then, while Sarah lay panting on her belly and coming down off of the climax, Jason hurried back and licked Daria a little more until she was right on the edge of a second tremendous release. When she was quite close, he scooched up and plunged himself into her sodden pussy, grinding his own pelvis into hers and driving her over the precipice to another jarring climax. Daria quite literally screamed with pleasure. Sarah turned her head at the sound and watched her come. She was amazed how beautiful the bound girl looked while in the throes of her orgasm. And for a moment Sarah thought that was the end of it. But it wasn't. Jason, wasn't quite done. Now it was his turn. But rather than come in Daria, he gave her a couple of last minute pumps and a long romantic kiss. Then he quickly withdrew. Moving over to Sarah he spread her legs and took her doggie style for a little while. The feel of his balls slapping up against her supersensitive pussy was making her ready for another orgasm. He stopped for a while and reaching down played with her clit in a way he'd never done before. She found herself ready to come again in surprisingly short order. When he felt she was quite close, he removed his hand and carefully pressed his dick into Sarah's rear hole. She could feel the bulbous head of his prick slide into and past her sphincter. She loved that. And of course she'd never had anything like it under these circumstances. It only took a half dozen firm pumps before Sarah screamed into her gag for a second time. And with a few additional pumps Jason shot his load into her firm, round ass. After that, the only sound heard was heavy breathing all around. For a long, long time no one moved. They were all exhausted and glowing. Eventually Jason got up. Gently pulling Sarah to her feet, he released all her restraints including the collar. Then he climbed onto the bed and did the same for Daria. Sarah stood dumbly, not knowing what to do, as Jason worked the knots on the soft ropes. Once both girls were completely free and naked, he strolled off to the bathroom to fetch some warm washcloths. There was an awkward moment when the two girls found themselves alone in the big room. Daria took the initiative and, climbing out of bed, walked up to the taller girl. She looked directly into her eyes and studied her face as if she were trying to fathom something. Sarah didn't know what to say or do, so she simply stood there with her hands hanging limply at her sides. Daria took Sarah's face in her hands. Pulling her face down she kissed her full on the mouth. It wasn't a heated passionate kiss, but a tender romantic one. Romantic, but there were tongues and some heavy breathing involved before it was over. Then Daria released Sarah's face and said, "Thank you. That was fine." In a weird way, Sarah felt proud. And this went beyond just pleasing Jason. Somehow Daria's approval unleashed an inner pleasure she had never suspected existed. \* \* \* \* \* After they'd mopped up a bit, Jason suggested they take a little nap before showering and heading out for a late supper. Both girls enthusiastically agreed. So he set an alarm and they all lay down together. Jason was in the middle. Sarah was nestled up against him on one side, already asleep. Daria was lying on his other side. She was facing him and toying with his chest hair thoughtfully. His eyes were closed but he wasn't yet asleep. Daria's eyes were open. "That was really nice," she said quietly. "Hmmm," he responded with a more-or-less affirmative tone. "Pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?" He favored her with another 'hmmm'ing noise. This one sounded almost smug. She reached down and took his now lax prick in her hand. "Good dog," she said. He chuckled. "Next time, . . ." she said and didn't finish the thought. "Hmmmm?" "Next time," she said, "I want to run the show." She gave his prick a little squeeze and watched as it half inflated. "Next time?" he half mumbled. "You know what I mean," she said, rubbing his member so that it started to come more fully to life. He good-naturedly swatted her hand away. He'd had enough for one night. Daria smiled to herself and thought, 'last one standing.' She continued, "I want to sit naked in that big chair in the corner and have Sarah on her knees before me licking my twat." "Hmmmm." "I want her cuffed and collared. I want to hold her leash and call the shots." She brought her hand back up to his chest. "What do you think?" "Hmmmm," he said. "We'll see." He yawned and then said, as if to end the conversation, "We'll have to see how Sarah feels about that." That was good enough for Daria. She whispered, "Go to sleep." "Mmmmmm," Jason agreed. It had been one hell of a double date. Daria was sure there would be a next time and that she'd get her way. She propped herself up on one elbow to look at Sarah. 'Beautiful' she thought. She imagined that mouth totally at her command and felt a small sexual rush at the thought. Reaching over Jason, she took one of Sarah's nipples between her fingers and watched as the luscious bud inflated. The feel of the now rigid flesh on her fingertips was delightful. Sarah moaned softly but showed no signs of waking. Daria lay back and settled down to sleep. But she maintained a tender grip on Sarah's nipple. She played with it idly as she drifted off. 'Next time,' she thought to herself. 'Next time.' \* \* \* \* \* End of Story \* \* \* \* \* *DOUBLE DATE by Zebulon This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted.*

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Title: Me and My Uncle Ch. 10 Tags: power, video, bondage, abuse It was a rainy weekend in April, 1992, not long before I was scheduled to graduate from Mizzou, that my luck began to run out. Even now, 13 years afterward, I still get a chill when I think back to that weekend. For four years as my Uncle Bill's whore, I had managed to skate through without running into any true psychos, without encountering any bondage freaks, without being truly physically abused. That all ended in mid-April when Uncle Bill arranged a weekend for me with one Curtis Miller. What that man did to me that weekend was the trigger that brought my days as a whore to an end, but not before I had to endure several shades of hell, first from Curtis and then from Uncle Bill. This part of my story isn't pleasant at all, but it's necessary that I tell it, so you'll understand why I had do what I did to get away from my uncle and flee Missouri as if my life was at stake, because it was. I never learned how Uncle Bill met Curtis Miller, because they appeared to run in two completely different circles. My uncle was country to the core, without a lot of education or sophistication, a man who made his living as a humble storekeeper, barowner and pimp. Curtis Miller, on the other hand, was one of the most powerful men in the state, a senator from somewhere down in the Bootheel who had spent a dozen years in the Legislature. He was a lawyer by trade, and he owned a big secluded house in the country outside Jeff City. He was around 40, with an aura of power, and - as I learned right from the start - a considerable amount of menace. By this time, my uncle and I were barely on speaking terms. Ever since the Labor Day trip, our relationship had gotten more and more strained as our tastes diverged. Uncle Bill was drinking a lot more than he ever had before, and he was spending a lot of time in Jeff City, much of it with a tough crowd at Cosmo's and at other dives. And his sexual tastes were getting a lot kinkier, which is probably where he encountered Curtis. One of the last times I had sex with my uncle was right before New Year's, and it scared the hell out of me. He had gotten a call the day before from a guy he described as an old buddy of his from the Air Force, and had gone off that day to meet him in Kansas City. He had planned to spend the night in the city, so they could go out partying. I was supposed to be off that night, so I had kept the bar closed, and was anticipating a blessedly quiet night by myself, when I heard someone trooping up the stairs. Seconds later, Uncle Bill came roaring in with his friend, whom he introduced as Kyle. Kyle was a fairly nondescript-looking fellow of average size, except for a bit of a beer belly. He had sandy-blond hair with a mustache and sideburns. They both had a fiery look in their eyes that told me they were pretty lit, and I began to get a funny feeling in my gut. They had decided not to stay in the city because the weather had turned bad and Bill wanted to make it home while the roads were still open. He had invited Kyle to come with him, and he didn't have to explain why. I could tell from the leering look I was getting that Uncle Bill had told his friend all about me. Ever since the Labor Day fiasco, I had been able to avoid Uncle Bill's advances on a pretty regular basis, either by working, getting away to Columbia to study or claiming I was on my period. But it was snowing hard and I couldn't get out of the apartment, it was between semesters so I couldn't claim I was studying, and he knew I wasn't on my period. So I was stuck, and, frankly, I was a little horny and I figured there wasn't much they'd dare do to me. Once they got settled in, with the help of a handy six-pack from the store's cooler, Bill told me about a shop they'd found in one of the seedier areas of the city. Along with videos, magazines and sex toys, the store sold erotic clothes, and he had found and bought an outfit he wanted me to model for them. It was a leather strapless bustier, complete with a slit at the crotch, and knee-high boots. I was a little uneasy as he showed it to me, because of the unusually excited look in my uncle's eyes as he handed it to me. I was also a little apprehensive because he wanted me to "doll myself up," in a manner that I usually reserved for special clients. Besides the heavy, whorish makeup, I was instructed to slick my hair real good and pull it back in a tight bun. In spite of my nagging concerns, I have to admit that I was feeling my arousal begin to build once I got the outfit on and fixed my makeup. The way the gusset of the outfit exposed my sex was quite stimulating, as well as the snug fit of the outfit. The top of the one-piece outfit barely covered my nipples, and the way it was made enhanced what little bust I had. In any other situation, I would have felt very sexy indeed appearing with this outfit on my body. They were sitting at the table when I emerged from my little bedroom, and they both gave me an appreciative whistle. I strutted in front of them and studied their eyes, and the way they were each kneading their crotches, squeezing their hard cocks through their jeans. Kyle was especially goggle-eyed, and I got the distinct impression that he was someone who didn't get laid all that often. I decided to give them a little show, so I pulled the material off my tits, licked a forefinger in a very seductive manner, then took the finger and circled my rock-hard nipples with it. I cupped my little breasts in each hand, not caring that my girlish mounds were a far cry from those of the strippers they had undoubtedly been anticipating that night. I sashayed up to where they were sitting and they each wrapped an arm around me and ran their hands over my body. I gasped as Kyle's fingers slid between my wet pussy lips and he entered my hot depths. Another hand reached up and groped my tits, and I could feel my concerns slipping away as my arousal climbed. At that point, I suggested that we retire to the bedroom, where we could have some room to play in a little warmer area. The main den of the apartment tended to be a little drafty in winter, but the bedroom I still shared with my uncle could get pretty toasty once the door was shut. Once we were in the room, Uncle Bill and his friend shucked their clothes, and they were both bursting hard. Kyle's cock was like the rest of him, relentlessly average, about 6 inches and of modest thickness. I squatted on the floor, took both cocks in hand and worked them until a hot dollop of pre-cum boiled out the tips. Once I had them to that point, I slid Kyle's cock into my mouth, all the way in one thrust. His length was an easy fit, and I gave him my best professional blowjob, rolling my tongue around his shaft. I sawed his dick between my lips, licking the underside, then crammed him back in my mouth. Kyle gave out a strained groan, and Uncle Bill laughed wickedly at that. "Didn't I tell you it would be worth the trip," Bill said. "I told you my niece is the best cocksucker in the whole state of Missouri. Aren't you, dear." That really threw a bit of a wet blanket on my arousal. I wasn't sure if he was complimenting me or mocking me, and it really didn't matter. I was tired of those kind of "compliments" from my uncle. I was weary of being known as the best fuck, the best suck, the best whore in the area. A few years earlier, my self-esteem had been such that I believed that being a whore was all I was good for, that sex was what defined me. But the previous months, I had developed other relationships outside my uncle's circle, and I had developed other skills, other talents besides sex. I had begun to realize that I had a lot more to give than just my body for the lust of others, that I was more than what was between my legs. I think Uncle Bill noticed the change in my body language as he spoke, because he pulled my head roughly off Kyle's cock and rammed his cock past my lips and into my throat. I think the viciousness of the way Bill attacked my mouth took Kyle aback a little bit, because for the first time I saw a worried look on his face. But Uncle Bill was oblivious. "Play with yourself, whore," he growled. "Show Kyle here what a real horny slut you really are. Show him!" I did as I was told, slipping a finger between my bubbling lips and rubbing my swollen clit with my right hand, while my left hand continued to softly stroke Kyle's cock. Bill's cock kept up a relentless pace in my mouth, and I could barely keep from gagging on it, my experience notwithstanding. Abruptly, Bill wrenched his cock from my mouth, and I gave several heaving gasps of air while he maneuvered me onto the bed, on my knees. I had barely gotten into position when Bill aimed the head of his cock at my opening and pushed himself into my pussy with one screaming thrust. "C'mon, buddy, get up here and let my niece show you how much she likes to suck cock and eat cum," Bill said, panting as he gripped my hips and fucked me with a wildness he hadn't exhibited in a long time. Kyle lay back on the bed in front of me, his cock slightly wilted after he'd seen the way Uncle Bill was treating me. But it came right back to life when I took it by the base and fed it back into my mouth. I gave Kyle's throbbing hardness my full attention, although it wasn't easy with the way Bill was pounding my pussy. In spite of my anger at the way he was doing me, I could feel my climax beginning to reignite from the friction of Bill's cock on my clit. But he wasn't going to make it easy on me. "Show Kyle what a dirty, filthy whore you are," Bill said roughly. "Get down there and lick his ass. Rim his butt good, like the filthy slut you know you are." I felt a hot flash of rage at his request, but I didn't have a chance to react, because he gripped the back of my neck and pushed me toward the junction of Kyle's legs, where his hairy butthole was located. Fuming, I managed to get Kyle's legs up in the air and put my face between his cheeks. This was something I'd had to do for Uncle Bill a few times before, along with a few other clients, and I hated it. To me, there was nothing more demeaning than being forced to lick a man's sweaty asshole. Fortunately, Kyle was relatively clean back there, and I licked him all over and felt his cock twitch in my fist as I opened him up with my tongue. I could tell that the sight of my tongue working in his friend's ass put a charge in Uncle Bill, too, because his thrusts back and forth in my cunt became, if anything, harder and more frantic. Kyle was writhing on the bed as I returned to his cock and inhaled his boner. I was just in time. As I worked my head up and down in a vigorous motion, Kyle stiffened and I felt his cock spew a hard, thick load of cum. He filled my mouth with his creamy heat and I swallowed all of his tasty seed as he slumped back on the bed. Seconds later, I heard Bill grunt hard as he exploded with a half-dozen or more jets of cum deep in my pussy. He pushed his cock to the hilt and emptied himself in my womb, basting my slot with a really thick, copious amount of semen. Of course, I was left high and dry, as my orgasm had been shredded with stops and starts. I had just gotten back on track when they both came, so I was still horny, and frustrated, as their cocks began to soften. It was after the men had come down to earth a little bit that Uncle Bill made his suggestion that it might be a real turn-on for them to tie me to the bedposts, and take time to, as he put it, " really light your fire." I think maybe he thought that if he brought it up when I was in need of an orgasm, that I might be more accepting of his suggestion. But as frustrated and as needy as I was at the moment, I wasn't about to willingly accept such an act. Fact is, I freaked out. I screamed hysterically, called him a pervert and begged him to please never, ever make me do something like that. Of course, I was still pissed off at the way he'd treated me, making me rim Kyle's ass and fucking me so roughly. But there was more to it than that. Just the idea brought back a flood of bad memories from my three years in the juvenile school back in Oklahoma. One of the worst things those girls ever did to me was tie me up one night and torment me for hours on end. It had a lot to do with a sense of claustrophobia, and a loss of control that terrified me. Little did I know. Anyway, Uncle Bill backed off, especially when Kyle told him that it was OK, that I didn't have to do that. I wonder what would have happened if Uncle Bill's friend hadn't been there to provide a restraint on him. "Well, I know you didn't cum," Bill said. "So why don't you give us a show. Let Kyle here see that horny, cum-filled pussy get a workout." Still trembling with emotion, I reluctantly rolled onto my back and hesitantly ran my hands over my body. Like a magnet, one of my hands found my cunt, and my throbbing clit. I rolled my bud around with a finger and felt the sparks of lust beginning to build. I closed my eyes and tried to think pleasurable thoughts of sex, rather than the roughness of the recently completed encounter. While one finger massaged my clit, I thrust two fingers of my other hand into my gooey cunt and fucked myself with them. Quickly, the feelings began to mount, but it was taking me awhile. When I opened my eyes, I saw Bill and Kyle kneeling on either side of me, jacking their cocks furiously as they watched me work both hands in my pussy. I didn't care whether my uncle ever fucked me again, but I felt like I should at least give Kyle a taste of my pussy, especially since he seemed to be a fairly decent guy. "C'mon, Kyle, come on down and put your cock in me," I whispered. "I can make you feel a lot better than your hand." He didn't hesitate, but scrambled between my legs and shoved his cock in my cunt. After Uncle Bill's big cock, Kyle's relatively smaller dick didn't do much for me, but just having a fleshy stalk in my spastic pussy sent my climax to a peak. I arched my back as a modest orgasm crashed through my body, followed hard on the heels by an explosion of cum as Kyle shot off in my twitching cunt. I looked up just in time to see Uncle Bill reach his nut strokes, and he gasped as he shot a second large load all over my face. He shot streaks of cum on either side of my nose and across my eyes, then stuffed the still-spurting head between my lips so I could suck out the last dregs of his climax. After that night, I began to spend more and more nights in my old little bed, especially nights I worked. I wanted to give him as little chance as possible to use me like I suspected he wanted to use me. We had sex twice more after that, and both times it amounted to something close to rape. He finally got tired of me putting him off, so one night in March, he just took me when he came home drunk and I was asleep after having worked through a succession of men. Our last sexual encounter I'll tell you about later, because it was what finally drove me to leave him once and for all. By April, I was spending a lot of nights in Columbia, enjoying the comfort of Janelle's love and working hard on my senior project. I was also talking to recruiters for various companies about going to work for them after I graduated. I had gotten friendly with a lady at the university's placement office, a Mrs. Lasko, who was impressed with my portfolio, liked my attitude and who was steering me toward some very good offers. I also had a good advisor and a couple of well-placed professors who were in my corner. In other words, I had finally started developing a support network that I could use to help me when I got out on my own. And there was no question I was going to go, even though I had not broached the subject with my uncle since the Labor Day encounter. Trying to finish my course work and finish it with a flourish was causing me to miss a lot of nights working the upstairs apartment. Uncle Bill had, in fact, recruited a couple of the local barflies to fill in for me when I didn't come home from a hard day on campus. But that didn't sit well with my uncle, and we argued about it constantly. He wanted me for his whore, like always, not some skanky local girl. Whenever he mentioned picking up the pace after school was out, I just changed the subject, which pissed him off even more. I think he set up the thing with Curtis Miller as an attempt to teach me a lesson. I learned a lesson, all right, but it wasn't the one he intended for me to learn. That Thursday, I called him to say I wasn't going to come home until late, that I had a symposium to attend, and he was strangely nonchalant about it. "That's OK," he said pleasantly. "But be ready to work through the weekend. I have a special client that wants you for the weekend, beginning tomorrow. Sophie, he's paying top dollar - in advance - for you, so I want you on your best behavior. This man can steer us into a whole new clientele, a group that will put us on Easy Street." I felt an odd sense of foreboding at that. It indicated to me that he was completely oblivious to the idea of me leaving after I graduated. Moreover, it sounded like he intended to drag me even deeper into prostitution, at the very moment when I was trying to work my way out of it altogether. The next afternoon when I returned to the apartment, Uncle Bill was strangely excited. He showed me a cashier's check in the amount of $3,000 that Curtis Miller had sent him. That was Senator Curtis Miller, as it read on the check. Again, I felt a little flutter of concern. I had heard of Sen. Miller, and I knew of his reputation as a powerful mover and shaker in state politics. It seemed odd. Why did he want me for a weekend, when a man in his position could get any woman he wanted, and not have to pay three grand for her? What made me, a poor little whore from the country, so special that he was willing to shell out that kind of money, in advance, for my services? I mean, I was good, but I wasn't THAT good, and you would have thought that a single man in his position would have had upscale women stumbling over themselves to spend time with him. And then there was the get-up Uncle Bill had laid out for me to wear. It was a leather mini-skirt, a tight white tank top, with a pair of thigh-highs and I also had a leather jacket that pretty well matched the skirt. Finally, he laid out my sluttiest pair of high heels. I had come a long way since that night at Cosmo's when I had barely been able to walk in heels. I had learned to walk and act like a royal courtesan when I went out on these dates with private customers. That was part of the fantasy that I was able to create. I knew these customers wanted more than just some roadhouse whore for their money. They wanted a girl who could at least pretend she was a lady, a lady who would become a tramp at the drop of a hat. In spite of my poor, slutty background, I had, through sheer effort, managed to develop a little veneer of sophistication, a sense of self-assurance that I could never have dreamed of four years earlier. That self-assurance was about to be tested mightily. The outfit Bill wanted me to wear was a little out of the ordinary, but it wasn't all that unusual. The make-up was, however. He had some dark, almost black, lipstick, with nail polish to match, that he wanted me to wear, along with dark eyeshadow and heavy mascara. He said that was what Mr. Miller - his words - had requested. It was almost a Goth look, and, once again, I had a little niggling of doubt about the encounter. Still, as I drove into Jeff City in a light, steady rain, I put all of the lingering doubts behind me and concentrated on giving the man his money's worth. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel looming ahead, and I figured just a few more weeks of this kind of work, and then I could leave it behind me for good. My instructions said that I was to arrive at Curtis Miller's home at 8 p.m. sharp, but it was dark and raining, and I missed the turn to his house. By the time I realized my mistake, turned around and found the right road, it was about 8:20 when I arrived at the gate that accessed his property. That should have been another warning sign, but I had encountered plenty of gated homes during my four years of work, and didn't think anything about it. The house was set back in a wooded area, out of sight from the road, but, again, I had been to a number of houses just like it, so I had no reason to be concerned. But my first encounter with Curtis Miller sent off all sorts of alarms in my head. For one thing, he was huge, probably 6-foot-5, with a lean, powerful physique. Then there was his appearance. He had dark, feral eyes, dark hair that was slicked back on his head and big hands that resembled claws, with unusually long nails for a man. And his first words to me weren't reassuring. "You're late," he said simply. I stammered out that I had gotten lost and had had to double back to find the road. He simply nodded, and as the front door slammed shut behind me, I remembered what Leo - sweet, lovable old Leo - had told me way back in the spring of 1988, when I had first started whoring. "Trust your instincts," he had said after our first encounter. "If a situation doesn't feel right, turn around and walk away." Suddenly, panic gripped me, because nothing about this situation felt right. But it was already too late. I was behind a door that I knew, without actually knowing, was locked, behind a gate that only opened electronically, which was undoubtedly attached to a fence that was electrically charged. I was trapped. Still, at first, Curtis tried to disarm my fears. We had dinner, with him sitting on one end of a long table and me at the other. He turned on that oily politician's charm and tried to get me to open up about myself. But I understood unconsciously that the less he knew about me, the better off I would be. After dinner, he allowed me to use the bathroom, then told me to join him in his den. When I entered the large, expansive room, he was dressed in a long, expensive-looking robe, with slippers on his feet. He appeared to be naked underneath. He beckoned me to sit next to him on a plush leather sofa, then picked up a remote and flicked on the wide-screen television that dominated the bookshelf which took up one whole wall of the den. "I'm told you like to watch porn movies," he said. "They're all right," I said, shrugging. The movie was indeed pretty hot. There was a tall brunette with four men surrounding her, and they quickly stripped her and got her on her knees, where she alternated sucking all of their cocks. I could feel the wet heat building in my cunt as the woman got progressively hotter. Now she was on her back and the four men surrounded her. One was fucking her with a long cock, another had her head pulled back and was skullfucking her, and she had the other two cocks in her hands. I glanced over at Curtis and did a bit of a double take. His hard cock was sticking up out from in front of his robe, and it was huge. It was a good inch, maybe two inches, longer than Uncle Bill's and considerably fatter. I should have been alarmed at its size, but I had taken cocks bigger than his, and was pretty confident in my skills. He was holding it up with his fist, and I didn't have to be told what to do. I bent my head into his lap and slid my lips over the bulbous head, working about half of his fat meat into my mouth. I gave the man my very best blowjob, keeping one eye on the TV screen. The woman was now on her knees, with a cock thrusting up into her pussy from below, a cock pushing into her ass from behind and the other two cocks battling for time in her mouth. I looked up at Curtis and he was staring at me with a look of pure lust. I was on familiar ground now, or at least I thought I was. Just then, he pulled my head off his cock and told me to stand up and take off my clothes. I did as I was told, leaving my heels and stockings on, as per his instructions. I stood in front of him, swaying seductively. Curtis stood up, removed his robe and his slippers, and commanded me to kneel on the floor facing the TV. As I did, my eyes swept over Curtis' body briefly, and my groin lurched, because he was built like a Greek god, with clearly defined muscles in all of the right places. In another setting, I would have said he was a hunk. Later, of course, I would curse his strength. Again, I did as I was told, getting on all fours, with my ass in the air, my dripping-wet sex exposed to his gaze. I stared lustfully at the screen as the scene reached a climax, and all four of the men surrounded the woman until they all came at the same time, shooting cum all over her face and hair. I could feel my climax building to a peak at the scene, and waited eagerly for the next scene to begin. It was a young black girl and a blonde woman with huge tits. The blonde was eating the black girl's pussy when the scene opened. At first, the scene was a tight close-up of the blonde's mouth working in the black girl's clean-shaven pussy, as her body writhed in ecstasy. Suddenly, I felt Curtis' fingers sliding over my pussy, and I groaned lustfully. He worked a couple of fingers into my steaming box and began to briskly finger-fuck me. After a minute or so of that, I felt his lips and tongue on my pussy, and I could feel my climax come almost to a head as he opened me up with his fingers and tongue. But he stopped before I crashed over the top. I groaned in frustration, until I felt the fat head of his dick push forcefully into my cunt from behind. It seemed a little hurried, but as he started to fuck me with hard, powerful strokes, I began to lose myself to my lust. Gone were any nagging concerns about this encounter. At that moment, I figured that I'd just been paranoid. Curtis, I told myself, was just like any other customer. He was just a man who wanted a girlish-looking whore to fuck as a change of pace from the high-society types he probably spent most of his time with. But as I stared at the movie, something began to change. The video had stayed in the tight, close-up shot of the blonde women licking, kissing and fingering the little black girl's pussy and ass. Then, the camera began to pull back and the scene suddenly shifted. What had appeared to be a bed that the black girl was lying on was actually a table, and she was tied spread-eagled to four posts that rose from each corner. I was so shocked and mesmerized by this development that I didn't see Curtis reach for something by the sofa, as he continued to fuck me. It happened so fast, it took me a second to realize what had happened. As Curtis continued to pump his hard cock relentlessly back and forth in my twitching cunt, he pulled my arms back behind me, and in one deft motion slapped a pair of handcuffs on me. I jerked around in equal parts panic and rage, and as I did, Curtis' cock flopped out of my pussy. "What the fuck do you think..." and that was as far as I got. He stood up, walked around so that he was in front of me, leaned over, took my face in his hand - hard - and stared down at me with a look that froze my blood. It was an evil look of pure triumph and utter contempt. "Did you really flatter yourself to think that I'd spend three thousand dollars just to fuck a little slut like you?" he said. "I can fuck anyone I want, and not have to pay a dime for it. But I have some needs that are, um, unusual, and it takes a certain kind of girl to satisfy those needs. Someone who is ... expendable. Someone like you. And for what I like to do to them, they cost money." I just went cold inside, because I knew at that point that I was going to die. The man was going to do unspeakable things to me, then he was going to kill me and dispose of my body somewhere unknown. "In case you're wondering, I'm not going to kill you," he said. "I'm just going to use you. Unless, of course, you tell anyone about what we do this weekend. That includes your uncle, the police, the press, your friends, anyone. What goes on here this weekend will be our little secret, and if you're a good little girl, maybe I'll let you come back and play some more. Make no mistake, slut. I can make you disappear, just like that, and no one will ever miss you. Or look for you. You'll just be another little whore that met up with the wrong guy." I tried hard to feel some relief at that, but I was feeling panicky. The cuffs were hurting my wrists, and the position my arms were in was painful. "Now then, let's get first things out of the way first," he said. With that, he walked back around behind me, pushed my face into the carpet, pulled my hips up, knelt behind me and rammed his cock into my ass. "OH JESUS GOD!!! OHHHHH!!! FUCK!!!" I screamed as he brutally fucked his cock up my rectum in one awful thrust. Up until that moment, anal sex had been something I could enjoy, but it was something I had to get prepared for. I needed to be well lubricated and opened up gradually before I could accept a cock back there. And even then there was a certain amount of pain/pleasure that went along with the initial entry. But Curtis simply raped my ass, without warning, without lube and without preparation. And the pain was ungodly. I screamed and screamed in my pain as he fucked my ass with hard, demented strokes, and that seemed to fuel his lust. He was like some wild animal, and it was only through the dim haze of pain that I realized that my screams were being matched by those of the girl on the TV, as she was being ass-fucked with a huge dildo by the blonde. I couldn't help it, I was sobbing real tears of pain, panic and humiliation by the time Curtis exploded with a huge cumload deep in my ass. And whatever orgasm I might have been approaching earlier was long gone. There would be no pleasure for me the rest of the weekend. But my degradation had just begun. The moment Curtis finished spewing his cum up my ass, he wrenched his cock from my butt, stood up so that he was standing in front of me again and ordered me to clean his cock. I'm sorry. I have to stop for a moment... God, what an awful memory! Of all the things I ever did in four years of prostituting myself for my Uncle Bill, that right there was the most disgusting. Curtis' cock was covered with the remnants of his cum, flecks of blood and several streaks of shit. He made me clean every bit of it off, and I gagged the whole way. The only reason I didn't throw up was the fact that he warned me not to get anything on his carpet. When I was finished, Curtis flicked off the TV, then produced a large piece of cloth and proceeded to blindfold me. Waves of panic filled me as everything went dark. When he had the cloth tied securely around my head, he grabbed me tightly by my hair, pulled me to my feet and dragged me stumbling through his house. After dragging me through the house, I heard him open a door and we descended down a flight of steps. As painful as his grip on my hair was, it was the only thing that kept me from falling down those steps. I sensed that we were in a basement of sorts, because there was a dankness about, a smell of sweat and... fear. Yes, I could distinctly smell fear in the air, and I wasn't sure if it was just my terror, or psychic fear remaining from those who had passed before me. Probably a little of both. Finally, Curtis stood me up and uncuffed my hands. But my relief was short-lived, as he made me climb up on a small stool, then he took my wrists and my ankles and strapped them to some sort of a rack. When I was secured in a spread-eagle position, he kicked the stool away. I was left hanging by my wrists and ankles, and the pain was almost unbearable. Or at least it was for a moment. I hung there, unable to see, and I could sense that Curtis was somewhere in the room, but I couldn't tell what he was doing. The first indication of what was to come was a subtle "whoosh" sound. THWACK! Suddenly, I felt something like a cat-o'nine-tails slap across my buttocks. I screamed bloody murder then, and my blood ran cold again as I heard Curtis laugh. "Scream all you want, whore," he said evilly. "No one can hear you anyway. You have to be punished. You were told to arrive at 8 o'clock sharp, and you were 20 minutes late. So. I think 20 lashes are in store." THWACK! He hit me again, and I begged him in wrenching sobs to please don't hurt me. I pleaded that it was dark and I couldn't see the turn. "SILENCE!" he boomed, as he whacked me across my chest. I said nothing, but I couldn't stop my heaving sobs of pain and humiliation. "Your instructions were precise, and you disobeyed them," he said. "You will learn that I demand nothing less than absolute obedience." So I said nothing as he whipped me with 20 lashes with that thing. He was devilish about it, too. There was no rhythm to when he'd strike me with the lash. I'd sense him circling me for minutes on end, and just when I'd think it was over, he'd hit me again. He didn't just concentrate on one part of my body, either. He whipped me on my butt, my back, my stomach, my thighs, my breasts, everywhere. I had no idea where to expect the next blow. And he was very good with that thing. He knew just how hard to hit me to cause the maximum pain, without breaking my skin and giving me something I could show as evidence of what he'd done to me. But while he never laid me open, he left my skin red and stinging all over by the time he was finished. Whipping me like that must have turned him on, because when he released me from where I was hanging, he immediately threw me over his shoulder and carried me to another part of the room. As he did, my feet brushed his big cock that was sticking up in the air. He stopped, laid me on my back on the floor - a cold concrete floor - and bound me to a sturdy pole. My ankles and wrists were tied together in such a way that I was spread wide open, and when he had me secured, he hoisted me off the floor until I was hanging about three feet in the air. Abruptly, I felt Curtis' hand on my butt and the fingers of his other hand prying open my butt cheeks. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain in my ass as he pushed a huge hard rubber butt plug in me. It had to be at least 7 inches and incredibly fat at the base as it locked into my rectum at my anus. There was still some of his cum left in me from earlier to ease the entry of the plug, but it still hurt like hell. The moment the plug was secured in my ass, Curtis poked the head of his hard cock at the opening of my cunt and pushed forward, sending his big cock scudding up my tunnel. Again, the fact that I wasn't prepared for such a rough thrust made this coupling excessively painful, and I cried out again, although not like I had. I had figured out by then that he got off on hearing his victim's screaming and crying, and I was stubbornly determined to give him as little satisfaction in that regard as I could. But it wasn't easy, because he fucked me with brutal force, pounding his huge cock in my pussy hard and fast. He worked my body on his cock just like he was masturbating with me, and it was easy for him given the way I was hanging. The muscles in my arms and legs were screaming by the time he exploded with another hard load of cum in my pussy, and, once again, he made me clean his cock with my mouth. I have to say that after that first time, it wasn't as disgusting as it had been when he'd just come out of my ass. He let me down after that, and tied me to some padded bench, where he left me overnight, the butt plug still lodged securely - and painfully - in my ass. The minutes seemed like hours and the hours seemed like days, as I lay there. I tried to rest, but had very little luck doing so. When he returned, he pulled the blindfold off and I got my first look at my surroundings. I felt a cold chill run through me, because it was like something out of a medieval horror story. There were shackles hanging and bondage devices laid out all over the windowless room, which I assumed was a basement. "I thought you might like to get a look at my little playroom," Curtis said with a mirthless laugh. He was dressed in the same robe he'd had on earlier, and his hard cock was jutting out from the front, like it had before. By this time, I was hungry and parched, and my ass was numb from where the plug had been sitting all night, and I begged him for something to eat and drink. But there was no relief in sight. Curtis roughly unstrapped me from the bench I'd been lying on, picked me back up and tied me back on the same pole I'd hung from earlier. Only this time my legs and arms were forced back - painfully so. Again, I cried out as I was hoisted up until I was at crotch level. First, he shoved a large dildo in my pussy, so that I was filled in both my holes, then he stuck clamps on my dangling nipples. I was sweaty and writhing in my agony, and then he stepped up to me and shoved his cock into my throat. He fucked my mouth every bit as brutally as he'd fucked my other two holes the night before, and he took his time about it, too. He worked my head in his powerful hands like I was some blow-up doll, until he finally stiffened and shot a massive load of cum straight down my throat into my stomach. At that point, I was ready to die. I was ready for this ordeal to be over, and I prayed - and prayed hard - for death to take me and put me out of my misery. But that was not to be, and worse was to come, much of it psychological torture. When he had finished coming down my throat, Curtis lowered me to the floor and untied me, just long enough to cuff my hands behind my back again. He left for a moment, and returned with two bowls. One was filled with something that looked like oatmeal, and the other was filled with water. "You wanted something to eat, something to drink?" he sneered. "Here. Come and get it." Then he turned on his heels and strode back up the stairs. I almost lost it then. I was so hungry and so thirsty, but the thought of having to eat and drink like an animal simply unnerved me. God, the humiliation! The next few hours were among the worst moments of my life, in so many ways. As proud as I was, and as humiliated as I was, my need for nourishment overrode anything else. I crawled on my knees to where the bowls had been set down, and I lapped up as much of the water as I could, and scarfed up every bit of that oatmeal. I made a babyish mess of it, but I got something in my stomach. After I had fed and watered myself, I curled into a ball and cried myself to sleep. But my rest didn't last long. Curtis Miller was a clever, fiendish torturer. If you are familiar with the effects of oatmeal on the digestive system, you know that it acts as a bit of a purgative, and soon I felt the need to... well, to defecate. I lay there on the floor as the need built in my colon, and I had lost any semblance of dignity. I'd have let it go right there, consequences be damned. But with the plug secured in my rectum, there was no way to release the pressure in me. And with the dildo still in my pussy, there was no way for me to relieve my rapidly filling bladder, either. So I lay there in speechless agony, writhing as I felt like I was about to burst. Just about the time I thought my insides would explode, Curtis came back down the stairs. I started to beg him to let me use the bathroom, but one look in his eyes, and I knew he knew what my problem was. He stood me up and uncuffed me, but only long enough to tie my wrists in front of me. Then he produced the blindfold and something else, a ball gag. He secured the blindfold and gag, then strapped a leather collar around my neck. He attached a chain to the collar, then led me stumbling up the stairs, through the house and out one of the doors. I stopped momentarily as we exited the door, because it was cold and a steady rain was falling, but he jerked the chain and forced me to follow him through the mud to a spot about 20 paces out the door. Lifting my hands above my head, he attached my bound wrists to some sort of hook, I guess, then I heard a winch being cranked and I was lifted up so that I was hanging a couple of feet off the ground. Twisting slightly, I sensed Curtis next to me. He whispered to me in a cruel tone. "Go ahead, slut, let it out," he hissed, and with that he pulled the plug out of my butt and the dildo from my pussy. He heard him squishing as he walked away, and I heard the slamming of the door. I was sobbing hysterically as my body took care of its long-overdue needs. You have not experienced degradation until you've felt a loose, pent-up bowel movement flood down the backs and insides of your legs, until you've felt urine flow all down your legs in an uncontrollable flood. It was all the more humiliating because I felt so relieved. I didn't care that I was basically doing my bodily business out in the open, blindfolded and gagged where anyone could, presumably, see me and I'd never know it. The inner agony I'd been feeling earlier was gone, along with the steady, numbing pain of the butt plug in my aching ass, and that was all that mattered. Once I was finished, I just hung there in the rain, letting the cold, steady shower clean me, which, I guess, was Curtis' intent. But the longer I hung there, the more I felt another concern, one of hypothermia. Goose pimples covered my entire body, and I was shivering uncontrollably as the cold rain pelted my body. I could almost feel my body temperature dropping as I hung there for what seemed like hours. It was only when my senses began to feel a little dull that Curtis came back out and lowered me to the muddy ground, then carried me back inside. The rest of that day is a bit of a blur in my mind, that's how absolutely numb I was mentally and physically. I remember being hung back on the rack and paddled a few times. He tied me and hung me in a variety of positions from whence he fucked all three of my holes again. He hung me once and sprayed water in my face, and I perked up enough to try and get as much in my thirsty mouth as I could. I finally passed out from sheer exhaustion while he was fucking my ass yet again, and woke up, believe it or not, in a bed. There was a change of clothes at the foot of the bed and a tray of food - real food, on a plate, with utensils - and water. I sat up painfully and ate ravenously and drank the entire pitcher of water. I was wary, but my hunger and thirst were paramount in my mind. Once I had quenched my appetite and slaked my thirst, I took note of the clothes. I had no idea where he'd gotten the clothes, a pair of jeans, T-shirt, sweater, underwear and socks. They weren't mine, but they fit me perfectly. The clothes I'd worn when I arrived were in a plastic bag, along with a note. "I must say, you held up very well, my dear," the note said. "Remember, you are to tell no one about our weekend together. I have a long reach, and you cannot hide from me. I will look forward to seeing you again, let's say in about three weeks." Reading that made my stomach turn, and I staggered to the adjacent bathroom and threw up into the toilet just at the thought of submitting to Curtis Miller again. I knew in my heart that I wasn't going to go back there again, at least not willingly. I figured I was lucky to have survived, and I wondered if there had been others before me who hadn't been so lucky. Afterward, I showered quickly and dressed. I tiptoed out the door to the room. It was after noon on Sunday, and the big house appeared to be deserted. The front door was unlocked, so I strode quickly to my car, and sped away from there in something close to blind panic, past the gate that stood obligingly open. I cried all the way home, both from relief and from the memory of the way I had been abused that weekend. But by the time I got back to the store, I had dried my tears and set my teeth. I knew now that I had to get out, come what may, that if I didn't, I was going to die, pure and simple. Little did I realize how close I was going to come to doing just that.

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Upon the great plains of Alazeth there was spread a great shadow, cast by a being of such grand scale that to think of them was to surrender oneself to madness, a wyrm of such unimaginable proportions that their very power was the sole reason the planet itself did not yield to its mere presence; all those who lived, did so under the watchful gaze of Jargormul, Father of Dragons, Magnarch of Wyrms, for all those who lived only did so because their kindly draconic overlord so ordained. So powerful was he that all life living upon the world could be wiped clean in but a breath, all forests uprooted with a single errant twitch of their sky-blotting wings, and all possibility for recovery dashed as the very ground was sterilized and the seas rendered barren to the microbial level, transforming a once-vibrant pearl into a dead rock with a few dashes of colour to it. Not that such a thing would ever come to pass, for Jargormul, ever in his greatness, would never be so uncaring as to outright destroy those who would serve him so well, for after all, what was a king without his kingdom? What point was there to rule if there remained none over which to rule? Thus it was that he decreed life everlasting, or at least as lasting as their frail mortal bodies could go for before inevitably keeling over and perishing, making room for the next generation of worshippers to provide yet more sustenance to their overlord. To Jargormul himself, the specifics of it mattered very little, if at all; just as long as he was offered his tribute whenever he demanded it, and was given exactly what he requested with minimal fuss, then he assumed things to be going exactly as he ordained them to, and thus, all was well. He would often spend months, years even flying through the skies, not bothering to land as his presence was made known to all the peoples of the world, a sharp reminder of what would descend upon them if they were to so much as begin to doubt the veracity of the legends; not a singular soul yet remained that didn’t know who he was, where he was, and just how powerful he could be if his might was not contained: mountains were flattened under his crushing paws, plains ravaged and replaced by canyons, but life too could bloom whensoever he decreed it should, for Jargormul wielded powers of creation just as expertly as he did the powers of destruction. He was, in all essence, a living, breathing god, one whose body was so great that it could envelop the planet had he not chosen to coil it like a great, heaven-bound serpent. Even that wasn’t enough, however, as most of the time he still managed to cover entire nations’ worth of space unless, like at that exact moment, he deliberately contorted himself so as to fit over a relatively modest chunk of land, that being the colossal, continent-spanning plains of Alazeth, ‘pon where dwelled the nomadic peoples of the Alezeen. Unlike so many others, these simple folk had not once been forced to grant tribute to Jargormul, mostly because the great dragon himself believed them unable to serve up anything that could sate his ravenous appetite; how would disparate tribes still eking out an existence that was mostly migratory ever hope to satisfy him, he who would take hoards for himself as a matter of course, he who would terrify whole hosts of minor dragons, he who could snap one of their many claws and have the riches of entire kingdoms laid upon him, that he might melt them into an ocean of gold and silver for his amusement? As it would turn out, they could provide quite a lot; it was precisely this lack of attention on the wyrm’s part that had allowed the Alazeen to amass great stores of wealth, especially that which was plundered from neighboring countries, vast amounts of coin, jewels, trinkets and other valuables that were jealously guarded in one of the few permanent settlements that served as regional capitals for their civilization. Even so, with the plains of Alazeth being mostly empty grassland, such a thing would’ve eluded Jargormul’s attention… if not for the emergence of a great warlord, a vulpine whose martial prowess was such that all tribes of the Alazeen bowed to him and his riders, paying tribute to what many of their kind were calling the next coming of the mythical Saddled Prince; it was a silly story, at least as far as the dragon was concerned, regarding a great war leader who would lead their subjects to glory and honour on the battlefield, one whose spirit, whose very essence was transferred from body to body over the generations, occasionally churning out someone with enough knowledge of logistics and grand strategy that the nomadic Alazeen were put on the warpath… until said great leader inevitably perished, be it from old age, betrayal, or some completely innocent accident or illness. Jargormul had seen this happen countless times before, and this one would be no different, had the latest incarnation of the Saddled Prince not taken a liking to wearing gilded armour decked in so much jewelry that it bordered on the obscene, along with making their personal guard don much of the same sort of war gear and ceremonial clothes; clearly, if they could afford to do such a thing, then they could afford to pay tribute, regardless of how high and mighty this new fox found themselves. Surely, they would not be so thick-headed as to actually believe that they could fight against him, the Magnarch of Wyrms, and come away unscathed… which made it somewhat confusing when the first reaction to the dragon’s emergence from the heavens was not terror, not existential dread, but a grand celebration having already been prepared in advance. Upon Jargormul’s obvious confusion, the Saddled Prince himself stepped forth, explaining that his people’s greatest scholars had tracked the great wyrm’s movements via the motions of the stars, having then divined that they would finally be visited by the great Jargormul, Father of Dragons; oh, and how happy they were to have him, to finally be able to put on display the great wealth of their civilization, that they may make merry and celebrate, for the Serpent of the Clouds had at long last descended to bless their miserable lives! Such excitement abounded, clear on all those present, to such a degree that for the first time in his existence, Jargormul felt the uncomfortable sting of uncertainty; none of what he was seeing made any sense whatsoever, as never before had he had the privilege of actually being welcomed into whatever land he chose to plunder. For the little ones living on the world that served as both his perch and throne, his descent from the skies was a portent of doom, not joy… at least until he had deigned to visit a single place enough times that the first cults began to form. For the nomads of that Alazeen to welcome him so made very little sense in his mind, and smelled incredibly strongly of some sort of deception; perhaps they sought to poison or weaken him in some way, or mayhaps the Saddled Prince did truly believe that he could cut down the great wyrm in a moment of supposed weakness. If that much was the case, then they were sorely mistaken… but as the festivities continued for several days, enough that Jargormul had to softly land upon the plains as he waited for them to end, the dragon began wondering if he hadn’t just succeeded at making such an impact on the collective psyche of the Alazeen that they had resorted to outright worship even before he first met them in person. Legends of theirs spoke of the great Serpent of the Clouds, certainly, but never in reverent tones, which just made everything look more suspicious with every hour that passed, at least until the priests showed up. The clergymen, dressed in the ceremonial attire of whatever religion it was the plains-dwellers followed (for Jargormul knew not what it was, nor cared to learn), bowed before the great wyrm, announcing that they had been preparing the tribute as ordained by their Prince; within a single day, the draconic god would be presented with the greatest treasure of their civilization… provided he flew to a mountain range in the southernmost reaches of the plains of Alazeth, where it had been hoarded for his easier consumption. Had Jargormul any eyebrows, he would’ve raised them all at that request being made of him, but after days of pointless partying, he’d had enough; with a single motion, he rose once again towards the heavens, leaving the celebration site in ruins as he dashed through the clouds towards his destination, wondering what it would be that might be waiting for him. A day to wait; pah, they’d be lucky to get ten minutes. Did they not know who they were dealing with? The power that lay waiting within him? They were lucky he was feeling merciful, and thus didn’t simply wipe their entire line clean off the face of the planet for the sheer insolence of having him wait on his well-deserved tribute; he had half a mind to simply seal it inside a mountain and then glass the exterior to such a degree that it would be permanently inaccessible, leaving them wallowing in their own misery for the crime of wasting his time… or would, if the actual treasure itself had been the conventional kinda. Jargormul wasn’t aware that his brain could process surprise and confusion of such high intensity, but after scouring the mountains south of the Alazeth and finding the one spot that was richly decorated enough to bother looking into, what he saw wasn’t a pile of riches, nor a hoard of gold, nor even anything technically material in terms of wealth. Rather, there waited for him a vixen, no older than thirty, clad in a dress that was at once both simple and yet evidently sumptuous, at least in regards to the velvet and silk it was weaved from; the maiden herself was evidently of high birth, judging from the elegant poise that she maintained even as the sky was darkened and a great wyrm descended from the parted clouds, or perhaps she was simply too sheltered to understand the sheer amount of danger that she was in. Yet, as Jargormul approached her, what initially looked to be a simple offering of flesh, a pitiful little snack that would not even begin to sate the full appetite which drove him to create and then devour entire hoards, began to shift into something far more sinister. Being as well-versed in the arts of magic as he was, the dragon could detect even the most subtle of enchantments and incantations, with his eyes seeing the world as an odd, aetherial mixture of the physical and spiritual; typically, most mortals’ forms held only a fraction of themselves as the latter, with the vast majority of their being situated in the former… but not that vixen. Unassuming as that smile was, disarming even as she held it even when Jargormul placed his snout as close to her as it could go, the wyrm knew that she was hiding something; a very big something, if his vision was not deceiving him, for the aura of magic surrounding this one mortal was so powerful that even he, with his power being on such an elevated plane compared to any other living create on that world, had to squint and look away before the sheer radiance burned through his skull. Therein lay a living battery, a nexus of power in the form of a seemingly mundane vixen, a wellspring of magic so deep that it was, as far as Jargormul could sense it, well and truly bottomless; yet, despite this, they seemed unable to wield it, as far as the currents swimming around their form would indicate. Rather than rolling around the vixen’s body in rhythmic displays of aetheric mastery, the lights instead remained stable, unmoving, like this young woman was some sort of magical lantern rather than a practitioner of the arts; this alone was enough to give the wyrm pause, doubly so when he began realizing that what he was seeing might not be coming from the vixen, but rather be on her: instead of it being her innate power that he was nearly blinded by, it was in fact a shell of sorts, keeping whatever was inside of it well-hidden from even his experienced eyes… which begged the question of what could possibly be so dangerous that it needed that level of magical concentration to keep it from escaping. Was this the grand weapon that the Prince wanted to use against him? Had all of this been a trap, and the Alazeen had expected him to fly off without being prepared? If that was the case, then bravo he said, absolutely stunning display of divination, but ultimately, entirely worthless; if they truly believed that any one mortal could ever so much as hope to one day equal him, much less defeat him, they were sorely mistaken, which was precisely why Jargormul felt no fear, no apprehension, when the young vixen stood up, performed a short curtsy, and then promptly snapped her fingers. What followed happened quickly enough that the wyrm knew not what actually took place, only that the shell surrounding the offered maiden ceased to be upon the moment the snapping’s sound reached his ears; as if it had never been there, the blinding light vanished, leaving only the afterimage burned into Jargormul’s retinas… and in its place was the vixen, not as she was initially seen, but how she truly was. In a singular instant, the dragon knew true fear, as he was given just enough time to take in that which he had so eagerly dismissed as being naught but folly; in his hubris, he had believed himself above any attempts at dethroning, far beyond the capacities of mortals to even so much as dare to think to challenge. And yet, was he not, too, a child of the earth? Had he not once hatched from an egg before seizing power for himself, aeons before? Was he, himself, not proof positive that it was possible for one of lower station to achieve so much more than their natural-born talents might first indicate? How dreadful it must be to have become to blind to one’s own limitations, to believe that because one wielded great power, then they must then clearly have no great weaknesses; to his credit, Jargormul at least had the convenient fact that he was, ultimately, physically gigantic, making it slightly difficult for anyone to actually harm per pure logic… but he had never considered the possibility that someone else might become bigger than him, especially without him noticing. Thus, it was with no small degree of surprise that he would find himself staring at something that looked like a phallus, a cock of such immense proportions that if it ever lodged itself within his mouth, it would still have enough left to spear through most of his body and leave him wrapped around it like some sort of prophylactic, a though that Jargormul had to work exceedingly hard to remove from his head, lest it affect his ability to think properly. And upon seeing this thing, this colossus of a shaft, he understood why it was that the vixen had the shell placed around her, for this was her as she truly was: impossibly gigantic, equally productive (at least if those mountain-smothering nuts were any indication), and, judging by the sort of noises coming out of her throat, desperate for a lover who could take her at her full size and not rupture at the seams. Perhaps, Jargormul thought to himself as he felt the first yards of cockmeat push themselves into his mouth, this truly was the Alazeen’s version of a thoughtful gift. Perhaps they believed that a godlike wyrm such as himself felt lonely after spending such a long time flying around the clouds without any companionship, and while they lacked the ability to create for them a mate of similar body shape, they could certainly find one of similar size; this, at least, was what the dragon thought of when he felt more and more of his long, serpentine body be wrenched out of his control, as somehow he was both pulled onto that titanic shaft or… no, it was growing, it was getting larger, it wasn’t him being pulled onto it! Jargormul’s eyes went wide at the revelation, but it was the bare truth, made increasingly obvious the more he felt his insides being rearranged by the phallic form of a cock that had just begun to reach a half-turgid state. It had been so long since he last felt his entire body be stimulated in such a manner that the wyrm lacked any frame of reference for how to act, and as miles upon miles of his scaly self were turned into an equal amount of stretched-out wyrm, wrapped around a dick too massive to truly be comprehended, then for once, Jargormul felt powerless. Though oddly enough, not in a way that made him any less of a god than what he was already. If anything, being granted such a divine consort as that vixen, one whose sheer size was such that the mountains south of the Alazeth had ceased to be, was proof positive that he was, in fact, worthy of such a splendid gift. Gold could be mined, hoards minted, even cities could be built, but someone like them? Like the vixen goddess who was turning his body into their personal cum dumpster? Surely, this was a once in a lifetime event, one that he was to savour, as it would most certainly last for an eternity… or at least as long as it took for him to fill up. After all, the first spurt of pre already doubled his body weight.

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Title: 2008 Ch. 01 Tags: cheating wife, betrayal, partial nudity, d/s *[This is chapter one of at least ten chapters. Somewhere in those chapters you will find betrayal, a bit of honesty, Dom/sub relationship, oral sex, anal sex, coitus, a three-some, a four-some, yoga, the death of one of the characters, new beginnings, and a possible surprise or two. As always I encourage feedback and votes.]* \* \* \* \* Ten minutes before we needed to walk out the door headed for work Kaye walked out of the bedroom. I had the newspaper in front of me looking at the list of movies at our nearby theater. I saw her wearing two-inch heels, charcoal hose and a black skirt but only after I saw the mostly red paisley blouse. It was silk and a gift from her sister given last Christmas and that she had worn three times. All three times I had said something I thought conveyed my feelings about how ugly it was, how it didn't enhance Kaye's anything and how I'd prefer she didn't wear it. Needless to say my opinion is my opinion and should be kept to myself. Not likely. "Is your sister joining us on our date tonight?" I asked, in a friendly tone. "You know she's in Portland." She sat and picked up a piece of toast I'd made and buttered just the way she likes it. "Oh. So it's just me you have a date with tonight?" She bit into the toast and looked at me like she thought she would see someone else sitting in my chair. "Of course it's just you. What's this about?" "You've worn that blouse three times since your sister gave it to you. All three times I've mentioned that I don't like it. Now, you get dressed for a date with me and wear it anyway. I might get the idea my likes and dislikes don't matter, that's why I asked." She dropped the toast on her plate and stood. "If it bothers you that much, I'll change!" She walked back to the bedroom unbuttoning the blouse. She came back wearing a teal blouse she knows I love. I bought it. She picked up the toast, took a swig of coffee and said, "I'll have to eat this as I drive. Are you happy now?" "You angry that I said I didn't like the other blouse?" "Yes! My sister gave me that blouse!" We were walking to our cars. I said, "Then by all means wear it when she's here on a visit. Put it on and I'll take pictures of you in it all over town and you can send her the pictures, but please don't wear it when your going to be on a date with me." She got into her Accord and as the door closed I heard her say, "Sometimes you're such an ass!" I guessed that meant I wasn't getting a kiss good-bye. I was right. I got in my truck and by the time I backed out into the street she was out of sight. My thoughts, as I drove the fifteen minutes to work, changed from Kaye and adding one more item to the growing list of complaints I had about our relationship, to work. I parked in the company lot and made it to my desk on automatic pilot. Four hours later I was at lunch with the same five people I'd had lunch with for five years. Somehow the five of us got together for lunch three times a week. Four of us were married, none to each other, with no kids and all about the same age. The fifth I wasn't sure about. Beth never mentioned a spouse or a date. The first couple of years we worked together she brought a nice looking older guy to some events, but that stopped after a couple of years. After we were all a few bites into our lunches I asked, "Bob, do you have a shirt your wife hates?" "Sure. It's a loud Hawaiian. I love it!" He smiled at the memory. "Phil?" I asked. "Yeah. I like long sleeved t-shirts. I bought one that's bright yellow. I bought it on line and it arrived while Veronica was out of town. By the time she saw it I'd worn it twice and washed it twice, otherwise she would have returned it." Bob asked, "You ever wear it?" "Yup. Every time Veronica's out of town." I turned my attention to Alison, "Ali, do you have clothes Mike doesn't like?" As I asked the question I really looked at Alison. Most of the time I was around her I didn't look at her. She is what I call clean sexy. She dresses and carries herself like an athlete, clean, well put together, walks with grace and fluidity and wears well-tailored clothes that hint at what isn't shown. She favors blouses that show a tiny bit of cleavage. Her legs and butt I knew from past observations were those of a runner, slender and well muscled. "No. When we got back from our honeymoon we went through all our clothes and what he doesn't like went in the trash. What I didn't like of his also went in the trash." "What happens when you go shopping and buy something new?" Beth asked. "I keep the receipt and leave the tags on. I show it to him and it only goes in the closet if he likes it. He does the same thing." Phil asked, "Pete, why the question? You wear something Kaye didn't like?" "No. Kaye's sister gave her a silk blouse for last Christmas. It's so ugly it'd make a blind man puke. Since Christmas she's worn in three and a half times." "And a half?" Alison asked. "And a half. She and I have a dinner and movie date tonight. She came to breakfast wearing that blouse! Every other time she wore it I told her I didn't like it and didn't think it was flattering on her. When I said something this morning she exploded and called me an ass. I don't get it." "She knew you don't like it and wore it anyway?" Alison asked. "That's what I don't get. I would never wear a shirt I knew she didn't like, unless she was out of town." "To quote the kid who lives next door, She's dissing you, man." Phil said. Heads nodded. "Phil, we're about the same size. Can I borrow your bright yellow shirt?" Beth leaned closer and said, "I think I smell a behavioral experiment in the making." I nodded, "Right! I want to see her reaction to my wearing a shirt she doesn't like." Phil asked, "Not everyone hates that shirt! I like it! What if you wear it and she likes it?" "I'll still give it back to you." "Ok. I'll bring it with me tomorrow." During the afternoon I started looking in my memories at other ways Kaye might be dissing me. I found a few and noticed I tried to find other reasons for her behavior, other than dissing me. I remembered that sometimes she'll ask, "Where would you like to go for dinner?" We never end up at the place I recommend, unless I recommend Red Lobster, her favorite. I looked at that and said to myself, "Maybe she has a good reason for saying no to my choices. Yeah, then why ask?" I drove home at the end of the day, stopping at the car wash so our transportation would be clean and smell good for our date. The guy at the car wash asked which air freshener I wanted. I know whenever Kaye takes her car to the wash she gets lavender. I have done it too, to please her, but I don't like my truck smelling like a whorehouse so I told the guy citrus. I still got home ten minutes before Kaye. I went inside, shaved and brushed my teeth. I put on a fresh shirt, too. After all, I was getting ready for a date. I heard Kaye's Accord pull into the garage so I went out the back door. She saw me, waved and got into the truck. I locked the house and got into the truck. Before my butt landed on the seat she asked, "You been hauling lemons in here?" "No. The guy at the car wash sprayed citrus in here so it wouldn't smell too manly." "I don't like it." I turned the key and she immediately opened the window. "If you'd like we can take your car or stop at the car wash for another fragrance." I said. "I'll survive. Let's go." I put the truck in reverse and asked, "Where would you like to go for dinner?" "Anywhere. Let's just go all ready." "OK. There are three eateries across from the theater. We'll decide when we get there." "Nathaniel's is a block farther and I like their brisket." "Is that where you want to go?" "Yes." Mentally I was making notes. We ate at Nathaniel's and she had chicken. We had talked about seeing "Dark Knight" on our date. She changed our mind as we approached the ticket booth, deciding she didn't want to see a "Dark" movie. Instead, she picked "27 Dresses". If there was ever a movie that fit in the category of "Chick Flick" that movie fit. A few minutes into the movie I put my hand on her thigh. She covered my hand with hers and held me there through the end of the movie. A couple of times I started to move my hand and she pressed harder to keep me from moving. As we walked to the truck I reached for her hand. She folded her arms. I opened the door for her and she looked at me like I had slapped her. When I had closed the door and gone around to get into the driver's seat, she buckled in. When my belt clicked I reached to start the engine. "Why do you always think I need you to open the door for me?" "I don't. I know you can do it. I enjoy doing it for you. I'd open the door for any woman getting into my truck. I did it for my mom every time she ever rode with me." "I'm not your Mom. I don't like it. Please don't do it again." "I'll do it once more, when we get home, then I'll never do it again. Ok?" "No. I don't like it. Don't do it again." She rode all the way home with her arms folded and her mouth closed. When I shifted into PARK she unbuckled and opened the door. She jumped to the ground and walked to the back door, opened it with her key and went in. She left the back door open. I closed the garage and followed her, closing and locking things as I followed. By the time I made it to the bedroom she was in the shower and the bathroom door was closed. I undressed and showered in the guest bathroom. I still was in bed before Kaye. She came to bed in a t-shirt and panties and I watched her long legs move across the room. Even when Kaye is pissed she walks like a dancer, so fluid and graceful it turns me on each time I get to watch. I was on my side facing her side of the bed when she got in. Her bedside lamp was the only light on in the house. She shut it off and rolled onto her side facing away from me. I waited fifteen or so seconds and said, "Thanks for the great date, Honey. I can't remember when I've had such a romantic date." I rolled to face away from her and she said, "If it wasn't romantic enough for you, tough! You started the day picking on me. You treated me like an invalid and tried to grope me in public. Not romantic from where I sat." "You want to fight?" I asked. "No! I want you to apologize!" "I apologize for the men and women in my family teaching me that treating a woman like a lady has a man open doors for her. I apologize for telling you that you were wearing clothes that don't flatter you, in my eyes. I know how good you can look and I love seeing you at your best. I apologize for saying so. I apologize for thinking a darkened theater is dark enough and private enough for a husband to have his hand more than three inches above his wife's knee." "That's not the apology I wanted." "I'm not surprised." Neither of us spoke until the alarm sounded at 6:00am. As she got out of bed I said, "I apologize for not dying in the night." She slammed the bathroom door. By the time she came out, I was dressed and gone. 'What is going on in her head?' I wondered. I didn't take the shirt from Phil. I liked it a lot. When lunch was over Beth handed me a folder and walked away. I took it back to my desk and read what was inside. It was a story, copied from a web site. I read an account of a man and wife who were having troubles because the man she wanted was not who he was being. He had been raised to be the nice guy. He catered to her whims when what she wanted was to be controlled. When he took her to dinner he let her pick the restaurant and order. Things changed in the story when she decided she could have a macho lover and her man would put up with it. He changed from pussycat to tiger and she got scratched! He read books and web sites about Domination and submission and became assertive. By him becoming more assertive he got his wife back. I read the story three times. I took it with me when I left work an hour early. When I got home I went to Kaye's closet and found the ugly red paisley blouse. I hung the empty hanger in the laundry room and took the blouse to my bar-b-que grill. I wet it good with lighter fluid and lit a match. I watched as it disappeared into ash and I smiled as I watched. I went back into the house and opened my computer. I typed an invitation to Kaye. You are Invited For a weekend of Pleasure The weekend of 7-8-9 June. Pack for a weekend in the sun, With water (Perhaps swimming, boating,??) And dinner out each night. If you accept we leave at 5:45pm on Friday the 7th. This weekend will not cost you so much as a dime. However, to accept you cannot ask questions about the weekend. If you accept the invitation, sign this paper before June 4th and hand it to the man you want to go with. That weekend was only a few days away. I rented a cabin from my Uncle. It was a two and a half hour drive from our home and near a lake. Kaye had been there once, in the dark. I found an envelope in my desk and addressed it to Kaye. I propped it with the invitation inside, against the salt and pepper mills on our table and went back to my computer. I looked up some topics I had read a little about in the story. When I heard the garage door closing I changed to a site about cabins for sale near Lake Arrowhead. I heard the back door open, then close. I heard the envelope tear. Two minutes later I heard our bedroom door close. I went back to the site I had been reading and read a bit more. When the bedroom door opened I switched to the cabin site. Kaye opened the door and asked, "Last night you were angry and today I get an invitation? I don't understand." "Which part of the invitation don't you understand?" "On it's own, I understand it. Together with last night, I don't. The last thing you said to me this morning was an apology for not dying last night!" "When you went to sleep last night weren't you so pissed at me I didn't even get a kiss? Hadn't you asked for an apology and then rejected it when I gave it? Hadn't you said I was treating you like an invalid and dissing you by groping you in public? I got the impression that if the alarm woke you this morning and you found me lifeless you'd have been relieved." "I wouldn't have been relieved! My God, you're my husband!" "Lately it's been harder and harder for me to know that. What have you done in the last month that would tell anyone watching that you and I are more than persons of opposite sex sharing living quarters?" "I came home to you every night." "Since we both live here where is the evidence you came home TO ME? Did you call during the day? Send me an email? No. Did you come in and say hello? No. You used to come home and kiss me hello. I recall hearing you come through the door in the distant past and say, "Hi Honey, I'm home." That hasn't happened when you come home in weeks, maybe months." "Saying that is so juvenile. We're adults." "Did you ask me how I felt about the greeting? No. Did you discuss it with me at all? No. You just stopped. The words stopped and the kisses stopped too." Seconds passed without either of us speaking. Finally I asked, "Are we doing something together for dinner? Do you want to have dinner with me? Shall I fend for myself? What is your plan?" "I'd like to do dinner together, but not to fight." "Good! How long till you're ready to go? I'll buy." "Where?" "You pick tonight and I'll pick tomorrow night." "Red Lobster. I'll be ready in ten minutes." She left and in fourteen minutes she was actually ready to walk out the door. I walked directly to my door and got into my truck. She got in and buckled in as I watched. We went to Red Lobster. She told me about the stress at her job and the latest gossip about her co-workers. When the bill came I paid it and waited for her at my truck while she used the ladies room. As she approached I unlocked her door with the button on my armrest. When we got home I made no move to help her exit the vehicle. I opened the back door and asked her if she would be offended if I left it open. "Why would I be offended?" "You might think I left it open as a signal that you are infirm, sick, weak, or some other interpretation I didn't intend. I want to avoid that. You were pretty strong about not wanting me to treat you the way I was taught to treat women. I need to check so I don't piss you off." "It's Ok to leave the door open if we're both going through the same door." "So, it would have been Ok for me to hold the door for you at Red Lobster?" "Yes!" "I may need to start keeping notes on the new rules." "I doubt it. They make sense." She walked in. I closed the door after she was inside. The torn envelope was on the table. She walked past it and didn't even give it a look. I went into the living room and turned on Jeopardy. She went in to her computer and stayed there until time for "The Biggest Loser". We watched it together. I stayed pretty quiet and listened to her comments. She was for whatever the women did and voiced how unfair it was to have the women competing against the men. "Everyone knows men lose weight faster." When it was over and they sent a man home she said, "He was too big a threat. They did the right thing." She left the living room and went into the bedroom. I got there just before she did. Not because it was a race. I was sitting closer to the hallway during the show. As always I went into our bathroom and undressed, turned on the shower and when the water was at a good temperature I asked, "You joining me in the shower?" There was a ten second pause and she said, "No thanks. I'll wait my turn." She hadn't joined me in the shower in two weeks. She used to join me almost every day. When I finished and came out of the bathroom she was in a robe and quickly went into the bathroom and closed the door. 'What was she hiding?' I wondered. I got into bed, leaving the only light on the bedside lamp on her side of the bed. She came out of the bathroom and reached for the switch on the lamp before she removed the robe. I said, "Are you hiding something from me?" "No! Why would you ask that?" She took a half step back as she asked. "I'll be blunt. I haven't seen you naked in weeks. You close the bathroom door every time you go in there. You don't shower with me any more. You're about to shut the light off before you get into bed and I'd guess that under the robe you have on a t-shirt and panties. Given how we were together six months ago, I'd say you're hiding something." "Well, I'm not. I just know if I'm naked around you it turns sexual very quickly, and I'm not in the mood." "Oh." I said. "That explains it. Ok." I rolled over and faced away from her. She shut the light off and got into bed. In the morning she got the bathroom first. I dashed to the guest bathroom and quickly did my rituals and got out of the house headed for work before she came out of the bathroom. The deadline for accepting the invitation was the next day. I made reservations for a rental car for the drive up to the cabin. I called ahead to a restaurant recommended by my Uncle. At lunch Beth sat next to me and when the others left she asked, "Did you like the story?" "It opened my eyes. I liked it and I hated it." "And?" "And I want to have a conversation with you, but not here." "After work you could drive to Woody's and sit on the patio. We can talk there, if you like." I nodded. She patted my arm and went back to work. I cleaned up the table and went back to work as well. By four o'clock I had finished the project I'd been working on and didn't need to start the next thing until the next day, the fourth of June. I let the boss know I was done for the day and I left. By 4:30 I was on the patio of Woody's and I was alone. Ten minutes later Beth walked in and sat across from me. The waiter followed her to my table and she said, "Iced tea with extra lemon, please." He turned and disappeared. In less than a minute he put her iced tea and a bowl with extra slices of lemon on the table. She took a drink and said, "Hi." "Hi. I'm going out on a limb here. You either wrote the story or it's about you." She blushed and said, "If I knew I was that transparent, I might not have given it to you." "I'm glad you did. I'm glad you are in the story. It lets me be bold." I took a copy of the invitation out of my pocket and handed it to her, folded. I continued to hold it after she touched it. "I gave this to Kaye yesterday. She hasn't said a word about it." I let go of the paper and she read it. When she was finished she looked up at me. I said, "I think the odds are good she will not give me the paper and that she expects that if she doesn't, I won't go. I have already made the reservations and paid the deposits on the rental car and the accommodations." "So, with her or without her, you're going?" "Yes. If she doesn't accept the invitation I will make two phone calls as soon as I get to work tomorrow. The first will be to you. The second is to a lawyer. Everything is in place to have the lawyer hire a PI and find out what's actually going on. If it is as I suspect our marriage is over and she will be served while I am gone." "Why are you calling me?" "In the story it was called a play date. I'm inviting you." "That kind of date requires a high level of trust." "I think you know you can trust me. I think you already trust me or you wouldn't have given me the story." She had the invitation in her hand. She opened her purse, pulled out a pen, signed her name and handed it back to me. "When you call tell me where to meet you. I don't think parking my car at your house would be smart." "I'm getting a car from Alamo, just down the street from Woody's. Can you be there by 5:45?" "Yes." "I guess that about covers it, for now." I said. "I don't think so. I propose the date begins the instant you call me. You are my Master as soon as I answer your call. For all the days between tomorrow morning and when I am back inside my home the date is on. At work you are still Pete, I am still Beth. Anywhere else you are Master or whatever you have me call you. You will tell me what to wear to work, what to have for lunch and dinner each day and you will have access to me anytime day or night." She looked around and seeing we were still alone she leaned forward and said, "I have a nice selection of toys. Shall I bring them, Master?" "Yes! That's a good idea." "I have much to do. Before I go, tell me what to wear to work tomorrow. I will do it even if Kaye accepts you invitation." My brain spun with possibilities, then my mouth answered, "Heels, but no higher than two inches, nylons not pantyhose, no panties. A loose skirt and not longer than knee length. A colorful blouse, but please not red, and a bra that doesn't cover your areola and nipples. If that means ruining a bra let me know how much a replacement will cost." "I have that bra on." She said, staring into my eyes. Without breaking eye contact her hands slowly unbuttoned her blouse and she pulled it loose from her skirt. She slowly opened it and I saw that the lacy bra indeed exposed her areola and nipples. The bra hadn't been made that way but someone had altered it for that purpose. She was beautiful and sexy. I wanted to reach out and touch her." "Thank you. That's exactly what I had in mind. Please cover up." "Yes, Master." She whispered as her fingers pushed buttons through buttonholes. I walked her out and watched her drive away. In my truck I called the lawyer I had spoken to when Kaye first started acting weird and said, "Hire the PI. When he finds something call my cell or call me at work." Before I got home my cell rang. It was the lawyer. "I hired him just after we talked before. I surmised you were going to want this. He just faxed me evidence and still pictures. Your wife is having an affair. I can have all of it delivered to your office in the morning." "Good idea. I'll call you after I look it over, but if it's conclusive we'll serve her." "Call me by eleven and she can be served before she leaves work. We can get a restraining order allowing her in the house only with you and an officer of the court present. Do you want that?" "Yes, otherwise she may trash the whole place." "Done. I'm sorry." "I've had some time to consider this was coming. Now, it's almost a relief." We ended the call. I drove on considering what to do next. An unpleasant night at home? A fight? A confrontation where I told her we were done? Not my style. Avoid her until after she was served then let the legal eagles fight it out? Yes. I called home and said, "I've got to go to Ventura tonight for a job tomorrow morning. Want to go with me?" "I have to work tomorrow! I can't go." "Take a day off. The company's renting me a nice room so it would be a free vacation for you and most of the day you could relax my the pool with me nowhere around." "Can't do it." She paused, "But, thanks for the offer." "Ok. I'll miss you. I'll be home in a few minutes and as soon as I pack I've gotta go." "Ok. Want some food before you go?" She asked. My brain thought, "POISON!!" I said, "No, I'll wait till I'm in Ventura to eat." I parked the truck in the driveway. Kaye was in the bedroom. My suitcase was open on the bed. She sat on the bed and watched me pack. She asked good questions. "How long would I be gone? What was I doing in Ventura? Who was going with me?" I gave her good answers: Two days maximum, supervising a new supervisor for a day or two and no one, just me. I closed the suitcase and she followed me out to the truck. I put the suitcase up front with me and faced Kaye. "I know you read the invitation. Needless to say the deadline has moved up to either accept or turn down the invitation. It needs to happen now." "I can't go." She started to reach for me as she said the words but I took a step back, opened the door to the truck, which put her on one side of the door and me on the other. "Oh, Ok." I said. I started the truck and put it in reverse. When I was twenty feet down the driveway I closed the door. Her face said it all. She had expected a fight, a conversation where I did everything to convince her to go, something other than, "Oh, Ok." I didn't go to Ventura. I did go to my brother's house and slept on his couch. We sat up and talked until almost eleven. He and Veronica listened to me rant. Brad didn't say much all evening and looked uncomfortable. I believed it was because we were talking about Kaye cheating, anyone cheating. I was up and at work by 7:30 the next morning. I told my secretary that any calls for me were to be told I was out of the office for the day and if they gave a number she would have me call them back. My secretary didn't ask what was going on. Using my cell I called Beth. She answered professionally and when I identified myself she asked, "Did she give you the invitation?" "No. She has been cheating and a PI already has delivered proof. The pictures and a video are on my desk. She will be served today. I'm taking the rest of the day off and packing her things. Maybe I'll invite a few friends to help. If you drive by and see more than my truck, stop in. I'm having all the locks changed, too." "What time, Master?" "Any time after noon, I'll be there." "Thank you..." I heard a voice in the background. Beth said, "I may need to take half a day off. A friend needs help." A few seconds passed and she said to me, "If there are other cars there or not, I can come." "Not a good move at this stage of a divorce. I'll call your cell when others arrive, then please come too." We ended the call. I called Phil, Bob, Alison and two guys from the loading dock. The loading dock guys couldn't take off to help but they did drop off fifty packing boxes and tape. I took a vacation day and on my way home called a locksmith. He beat me home. In an hour and a half the locks were all changed and locks were installed on all the windows. The friends arrived and the packing began. I called Beth. We labeled every box carefully. We stacked them in the garage. At one o'clock Beth arrived, with lunch; salads for her and Alison, pizza for the men. She also brought two six packs of beer and a six-pack of diet Coke. I was in the bathroom when she arrived, packing all the little things Kaye kept in the bathroom. She found me and showed me she dressed as I asked. "Should I change now... Pete?" "Yes. Use the guest bathroom. We've already packed it." She came back two minutes later in a sweatshirt and cut off jeans. Alison got her to help packing all Kaye's clothes. I glanced in as they were checking out Kaye's bras and panties. I heard giggles. We were done by 3:00pm. As they all were leaving Beth said, "Ok if I use the bathroom one more time?" "Not a problem. Oh, and find the clothes you arrived in." She went back into the house and everyone else left. I closed the garage full of boxes and went inside. I closed and locked the door. I found Beth in the guest bathroom, wearing low heels, nylons, the bra that allowed her nipples to peek out and nothing else. When I opened the door she said, "Did I do what you requested?" "Yes! God! I've seen you every day at work for six years and never would have guessed you were this incredible looking under the clothes." Her thigh high stockings were a light gray color with wide darker panels at the tops to help hold them up. I had admired Kaye's legs from the day we met and Beth's were a little shorter and a bit more muscular but still... HOT! The bra she wore was like an elegant frame for the areola and nipples peeking out from the lace. Her breasts were about "C" sized and pointed forward delightfully. The nipples and areola looked different from when I'd seen them at Woody's. The light was better in the bathroom than at Woody's. The nylons seemed to frame her shaved pussy perfectly. Her lips peeked out of her slit just a little and I wanted to touch them. I resisted. On paper, I was still married. "Thank you. May I have a kiss?" I looked at my watch, "It's after three. She's been served. Yes, we may kiss." Kissing her was incredible. For a long time I had sensed that Kaye wasn't fully kissing me when we kissed. It was like she was afraid I might hurt her if she surrendered to me, even in a kiss or in bed. When I kissed Beth she surrendered. Somehow she let go of herself in the kiss. I became aware that whatever I wanted was already mine. As her body pressed against mine I grew hard. When I ended the kiss she stepped back a step and asked, "Would you like me to suck you, fuck you, anything?" "We are not going to do that until we are at the cabin. The legal risks are too unknown right now. Thank you. Please get dressed." She did it without hesitation. We went to her car and she drove away with instructions for what tto wear the next day. As I watched her drive away I was rock hard.

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Title: How I Met Your Mother Tags: masochism, erotic pain, spanking, electro Erotic Pain Stimulation \= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = This story was inspired by a conversation with a friend. He was working in his office at home one evening when his laser printer suddenly spit out three or four sheets of paper that he hadn't printed. Since it was accessible through his home network, he assumed that his wife had printed out something from her laptop. However, it was his daughter who came running down the steps from her bedroom and into his office to retrieve what she had evidently mistakenly sent to his printer rather than to the one in her bedroom. Had she not been in such a frantic hurry to get to the document and had she not looked so afraid that he might have seen what it was, he would not have taken notice. But because his daughter was trying so hard to hide whatever it was from him, after she left, he went over to the printer and selected "Re-print Last Document" from the menu. The printer again started up and printed out a rather graphic story from a website that appealed to people who were into erotic pain. He didn't have to read the story to know what it was about because he, too, was a regular on that website, as was his wife. His quandary, as he expressed it to me, was how to engage his young, teenaged daughter in a conversation about erotic pain and the safe and not-so-safe ways to pursue that highly misunderstood pleasure. I told him that I would write a story based on what I knew about how he and his wife met and then he could print it off on her printer and leave it for her to read. This is that story. \= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It wasn't even a real party. It was just our regular Friday night get-together for pizza and a movie. We were in college and weren't part of the Frat and Sorority crowd. Some of us were commuters. Some lived in the dorms. Most lived in off-campus housing. There was one off-campus rooming house that had a huge shared living room with what was, for that day, a big-screen TV. That was where we met. Everyone was expected to chip in $5.00 toward pizza and pop. If you wanted beer or stronger, you had to bring it yourself, and you had to be walking or taking the campus shuttle service when you left. Somebody rented or brought a movie or two and we ate pizza, drank beer, and talked until about one or two in the morning and then everyone went home. Once in a while someone would bring a date. Occasionally a couple who met there would go home together, but for the most part it was just a bunch of college students on very tight budgets killing an evening with pizza, beer and bullshit... except that one night. Doctor Thomas, one of the profs in the psychology department, had just gotten a book published and had given an open lecture earlier in the week entitled, "Sexual Masochism - Normal or Aberrant Behavior?" It being a college campus, that was one open lecture that was actually pretty well attended. Dave had gone to the lecture and was spouting off about it all being crap. "These nuts don't really get pleasure out of pain. They are just passive pussies that let other people push them around and then try to justify themselves by saying that they enjoy it." Dave was a psychology major and considered himself to be the assertive alpha male of our group. We all knew that because hardly a Friday night went by that somewhere in the conversation Dave did not say in his most pompous voice, "I am, after all, the assertive alpha male of this pack." The group thought of him more in terms of a different set of words beginning with "A" and when he was not present referred to him as "our aggressive asshole male." I don't know if it was that Dave had consumed a little too much beer or that he wanted to show his superiority above the "sick fucks that Dr. T had been talking about," but he became more and more obnoxious and more and more insistent that all "so-called masochists" were just "passive pussies who won't assert themselves against others." A couple of other psychology majors tried to argue with him and cited this or that book or professor, but being the aggressive asshole male that he was, he just shouted them all down. After a while, it got to the point where he just sat there with his arms folded against his chest daring people to speak. I should have just left early and gone back home, but maybe I also had consumed a little too much beer. Or, maybe there is only so much aggressive asshole bullshit that I can put up with in a single evening. For whatever reason, after a long period of silence, I said calmly, "Dave you are so full of shit that a case of Exlax wouldn't even make a dent in it." "What do you know," he harrumphed. "I know for certain that there are people who - in the right circumstances - get sexual pleasure out of pain and they are not just passive pussies. Erotic pain and sexual submission are not the same thing. You don't have to let someone else control you to receive pleasure from what others call pain." "And how do YOU know that masochists are for real?" sneered Dave. "Because I am one!" I shouted back. The room was suddenly very, very quiet. Everyone was looking back and forth from Dave to me waiting for the next words. "I suppose that means that every time you get hit hard out there on the football field, you pop a woody," laughed Dave. "No," I answered. "I said 'under the right circumstances'." I turned to speak to the group more than Dave and continued, "If a situation is already kind of sexual... if I am already slightly turned on, then the wiring changes in my body. What should be a signal of pain somehow becomes a signal of pleasure. Sometimes that could be physical pain, or it even could be emotional pain like embarrassment or humiliation. And yes, it works better if someone else is inflicting that pain or humiliation, but that doesn't mean that the person doing that is overpowering me. It means I am allowing them, or even encouraging them to give me pleasure through pain." "Big words nerd boy, but you've got no proof. I'll give you the fact that you can hold your own against almost anyone in a fight or an argument, but there is no way I'll believe that you get pleasure out of pain." Charlene, who owned the house where we met and was a post-graduate student working on her Doctor of Psychology, chimed in with her sweet-as-honey counselor voice, "I think there is a way to prove or disprove this." Now all eyes were on her. "When we do sexual response experiments the 'peter meter' tells us exactly whether or not a specific image or circumstance turns somebody on." She looked over at me, "If you want to prove Dave wrong, all you have to do is let someone give you a little pain and we see what happens. We don't have all those fancy sensors and readouts available, but the old fashioned 'angle of the dangle' meter will tell us whether or not you are turned on by what is done." I looked over at Dave. Apparently the apprehension was visible on my face because Charlene continued, "Don't worry. Dave is not going to touch you. I don't think Dave swatting your ass would give you anything but pain anyway." Everyone laughed. She paused for a long moment and then added, "I'll be the one inflicting the pain in this experiment." Charlene was a fine looking woman, and I think at that point several of the guys in the room would have suddenly volunteered to be a part of the test, but she was all business and ignored everyone but me. She pointed to the wide doorway that led to what used to be the front parlor. It was one of those of the really old-fashioned doors with the opening for the transom window above it. "We will tie your wrists to the top of that doorway and then strip you down to naked. I will then use a ping pong paddle on your ass until it is good and red. If the peter meter rises, we have clinical evidence that you actually get off on pain. If not, then I guess Dave is right." She was good - manipulative as hell, but good. She had me backed into a corner. I could have just said "No," but instead I agreed - more or less. "OK," I replied, "but you are not stripping me. I will take my off own clothes." Looking directly at Dave I added, "And my safeword is 'aggressive asshole.' If I say that, everything stops." "Assertive answer," replied Charlene also looking over at Dave. Then she turned to me and said simply, "Deal," and shook my hand. I got up and walked over into the doorway and held my hands above my head to see how I would fit. If my hands were tied to the top of the door, I would be stretched, but not overly uncomfortable. "Anybody got some big rope that won't cut into my wrists?" I asked, and almost immediately a soft, black rope about an inch in diameter came flying across the room. There were tassels on the end of it and one of the big curtains on the front window was no longer tied back, so I knew exactly what it was and where it came from. "That'll do," I said. Then, turning to Charlene I added, "Let's start this experiment." Before I could think too long about what I was doing, I took off my T-shirt and dropped my shorts to the ground. It was late spring and that was all that I was wearing. Even back then I normally didn't wear underwear in warm weather. Charlene brought a chair over to the doorway and stood on the chair to firmly tie my hands to the top of the door. The peter meter moved a little off zero, and someone called out, "Things are stirring." The sudden flood of humiliation as I fully realized that I was now standing naked in front of a fairly large group of young men and women whom I considered to be my friends caused the peter meter to firm up an additional notch or two, but dangle remained close to zero. Charlene stepped behind me and stroked my ass a couple of times. I twitched away from her touch, and she laughed lightly and said, "That is just to enhance the sexual nature of what I am going to do." Then looking at the group she added, "Besides, he has a really nice ass." I think what she was actually doing was checking my response to humiliation. I did turn very red at her words, but the peter meter remained just above zero. I was just starting to ask myself what in the hell I had gotten myself into when suddenly there was a loud smack and fire erupted into my body through my ass cheeks. Charlene had slammed that ping pong paddle against me with all of her strength. "That was just to get your attention," she said. Then she began working over my ass like an expert. She would spank relatively softly for a few strokes then really lay one on. She would vary the tempo from several right in a row to long pauses that almost made me wonder whether or not she had stopped. Sometimes she struck from the right and then she would evidently backhand my ass and come in from the left. She made it impossible to anticipate what was going to happen next. I could feel the intense pain, but I knew that within and beneath that pain lay a tantalizing level of pleasure. I closed my eyes and "went into the pain." No, I don't know what that means or exactly what happens, but when you stop avoiding the pain, but rather embrace it, everything changes. It is almost as if a switch is thrown that takes the pain impulses off the pain track and sends them down the pleasure track. I gave myself to the pain, and from that point on, the pain train was roaring down the pleasure track and heading uphill at full steam. Suddenly Charlene stopped everything. I don't know how many swats Charlene had given me at that point, but I do know that the peter meter was reaching above 90 degrees. She stepped around me to look out at the group that had gathered on the floor to watch. "My God, Judy," she cried out, "your eyes are glazing over. You are really getting into this." She then said in an almost little girl sing-song voice "We just might have more than one masochist with us tonight." I opened my eyes and saw Judy sitting on the floor in front of me with several other girls. She was at the very front sitting in that almost kneeling position where a girl more or less sits on her ankles. I don't know how girls do that. Men don't sit that way, but women do all the time. Everyone turned to look at her, and she scrunched herself lower as she mumbled softly, "No, I.... uh...." Charlene walked over and stood above her. "Judy," she began, "you can sit there and deny what you are feeling - and we will let you do that if that is what you really want to do - or you can stand up and show us just how turned on this is making you. Then you can strip and go loop your hands over his neck and stand there face to face so I can smack both of your asses at the same time." After what seemed like several minutes of absolute silence, Judy slowly stood up. She was wearing a light weight T-shirt with some sort of flower print on it and soft, yellow shorts that hugged her body. As she stood up it was obvious to everyone that she was very wet between her legs. In fact, there was so much moisture that it almost looked like she had peed herself. "It's your choice," Charlene intoned softly. "If you want this, just take off your clothes and go grab his neck. I will spank both of you at the same time so that you go high together." Judy's eyes were definitely glazed over as she took off her shirt and then slid her shorts to the ground. She, too, was not wearing underwear. She came over and stood in front of me and looked up into my eyes for several moments. She then reached up and clasped her hands behind my neck and pulled herself tightly against me. As she did so my penis was forced upward between us and pressed against both our stomachs. I think the peter meter was now just below 100%. The doorway was wide enough that Charlene could stand more or less alongside of us. She now had a ping pong paddle in each hand as she began once again to smack my ass and Judy's. With separate paddles for each of us, Charlene had more opportunity for variation. Sometimes she would strike both of us at exactly the same time, sometimes she would alternate me and then Judy and sometimes one paddle would strike just ahead or behind the other. I am not exactly sure when we started, but both Judy and I began to press and rub against one another as our bodies were driven by the paddles. My peter meter was no longer visible, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind that I was very turned on. There was no doubt about Judy either as her moans and cries soon filled the room. Then suddenly she pulled herself upward by her arms, wrapped her legs around my waist, and lowered herself down on my prick. Charlene took that as a cue to change her paddling to a continuous rhythm of first Judy and then me driving us back and forth. We rocked back and forth to the rhythm, feeling the sting of the paddle and the pleasure of intercourse until Judy and I exploded in a mutual orgasm. Charlene immediately stopped paddling and Judy and I clung to each other in the doorway. She kept looking over at her apartment mates and then turning and burying her head against my shoulder, turning redder and redder and redder with embarrassment. We had, after all, just put on a very hot, live sex show for about thirty of our closest friends. "Damn," I heard Dave sputter. "If I hadn't of seen it, I never would have believed it. This shit is just to weird for me." With that he left for the evening. There were a lot of cries of "Bye Dave," and "Don't let the door hit you in the ass," but since it was late, most of the group soon followed Dave through the door. That left just me and Charlene and Judy and the other girls who rented rooms from Charlene. The girls slipped out the other door of the front room and headed upstairs to their rooms. Judy continued to bury her face in my shoulder as she hung from my neck, supporting herself with her legs wrapped around my waist. My now deflated penis was still buried deeply inside her. Charlene came over to us and laughed slightly, "When you are ready, Judy, just pull yourself up off of him and let yourself slide back down to the ground." Looking me directly in the face, she added, "Then I'll get you untied so you can go home." She stepped back a little ways and with another laugh added, "This would probably make one hell of an interesting paper, and I could probably get it published in a some very prestigious publication." She laughed again and then shook her head as she looked at both of us and continued, "But I could just as likely end up charged with something or another by the police or the university, so I think we will just let this evening fade into the folklore of campus life at this university. In ten years or so it will be just an urban legend that nobody really believes." Judy pulled herself up slightly, let herself back down to the floor, and shakily leaned against the wall. Charlene untied my wrists. As I picked up my clothes and began to get dressed, Judy came and stood before me, still naked. She said, "I think you and I are meant for each other. We understand each other. We can be equals and yet give ourselves to each other and receive from each other what we both need." She was right. No one was surprised when we were married at the end of the school year. We have been married for a long time now. We are very much equals and we still give ourselves to each other and receive from each other what we both need - mutual love,... and erotic pain. My favorite is when we both insert an anal dildo connected to a common tens unit. A separate tens unit supplies stimulation to our nipples just at the pain threshold, but the unit connected through our anal plugs is set to maximum. It has a semi-random timer and we never know for sure when it will send lightning through both of us as we make love. The stimulation, the danger, the excitement, the anticipation of pain all drive us wild, and on those days where we time it exactly right and the lighting arrives just was we both peak, the orgasm which we experience together almost equals that first time when we showed the world that masochists are real. And that, my dear, is how I met your mother. *\= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. \= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =*

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Title: Doomed Dynasty Pt. 03 Tags: muscles rippled, pregnant CHAPTER 7 By the end of May work on reconstruction of the Curtis homestead was underway. Three weeks earlier, Matt had returned from the farm early on Monday afternoon after he was advised by phone the building permit had come through and work would start immediately. He found building contractor Max Mead already seated inside the house rolling a cigarette after having completed a walk-through. Houses in the country were rarely locked when occupants left the property. Matt had used Max and his men on the conversion of part of his building into the Riverside Café and before that Curtis had Max built the new house on the farm. "The Rover's a bit flash for you, ain't it Matt?" "Want to try it out?" "Nah, some other time. If we are going to rebuild this rundown relic you call home we'd better get into it. You said you wanted it finished and us out of here a full month before the wedding so we'd better not waste time." "You could build a couple of new houses in that time," laughed Matt. "That's exactly right, and that's what you are asking us to do here. The renovations and extensions are massive, and being the bugger that you're are you've screwed me down to agreeing no cost over-runs be passed on to you. If you hadn't given me the café job when I was going through a slow patch, really in need of work to keep my men on, I would have told you to go to hell. You're such a nice bloke, all grins and no heart," Max cracked, removing a bit of loose tobacco off his tongue. "I better light this thing up and look busy. Here come the boys." An old Bedford had turned into the access track and was grinding up the rise to the house. It was loaded with timber, bags of cement, builder's mix, other odds and ends and tarpaulins. Perched on top of that load were two labourers with another inside the cab driving who was 'Misfit' Jones, a retired shearer. "Good morning Matt." he called, as he pulled up. "Me and the boys are here to turn this dump of yours into a palace." Looking at his boss he turned again to Matt and cracked, "I see our tea-maker and bottle washer is already here." Misfit whistled and a young Border Collie jumped from the floor of the cab and dived over Misfit's knees and out the open cab window. "I told you not to bring that flea bag on to jobs as it's a bloody nuisance," shouted Max. "In fact I've told you that a hundred times, haven't I?" Misfit's total deafness had returned. He turned his back on his boss and called, "Get movin' youse lay-abouts. Let's get this truck unloaded. The boss looks as if he's working up a real paddy." "You'd better put the kettle on and get the cake out Matt. Sorry your mother's not here. We heard her scones are legendary," said the Max, scratching his butt. "I'll try to get an hour's work out of them before smoko. Bloody Misfit he's so insolent but if it weren't for his humour we'd die of boredom. He's also my bloody wife's older brother, so sacking him would be the end of my you know what." Hands on hips, the builder looked at the house. "Misfit," he yelled. "Where should we start?" "Wait your turn, Max. Can't you see I'm busy?" Matt headed to the kitchen to do what he'd been told, to get morning tea ready. It was a local tradition on country jobs that the owner's provided lunch and all other refreshments. When they had been negotiating the building contract Max had tabled a list of the perks due to them. "Bloody hell, Max you can't be serious. We must be the only district in the whole of the country where this queer practice exists." "Matt," Max had said patiently. "Flood, hail, fork lightening or even an invasion of foreign troops we'll get your job finished on time and to your satisfaction. But we have to draw the line somewhere, if you don't..." Grinning, Matt had interrupted, saying that he'd only been testing to find out how far Max could be pushed. "With no cost over-runs to pay we'll have enough in kitty to pay for morning and afternoon teas, lunches and a few crates of beer as well. You've got the job, let's shake." When he arrived back home after closing the deal on a simple handshake, with the builder being responsible for all sub-trades, Patricia was eager to hear all the details. Matt told her what he thought she should know. "I don't think you should have agreed to us providing free refreshments Matt," she said sternly. "Mother negotiating contracts is men's business. Now tell me, will scones freeze well?' Patricia was horrified. "I'm not making scones for freezing even for those men. My reputation would be ruined." She looked quite upset. "Only joking. I'll go to town each morning and get fresh tucker." Three weeks after seeing Patricia off on her flight from Wellington to Auckland to catch her Pam-Am connection to Los Angeles, Courtney caught a flight across Cook Strait, excited about seeing progress on her new house. Already in her mind it was 'her' house. At the airport she saw the Land Rover and walked around it, pleased that there were yet no dents or missing bits on the new vehicle. But it was dreadfully dirty and the outside of it was grey with coated dust. When last she'd been driven back to the ferry terminal it was pristine green. Where was Matt? A lanky youth walked up to her and said curtly, "Are you Miss Sterling?" "And if I were?" she replied stiffly, thinking that he needed a bath, some decent clothes and his hair combed. Perhaps a doctor should look at his watery eyes. That response made the 20-year-old straighten up. He'd been born and bred in the area and knew that even the Curtis women were tough. Here this one was not even married to Matt yet and she was talking to him bossy-like. "I'm Art and that's short for Arthur. I do odd jobs for Matt and work on the farm when he doesn't need me in town. He's asked me to be here to meet you and to take you back to the house. I was told to be very sure that I warned you to expect a big mess, a very big mess." "Well thank you Art. Please put my bag in the back and let's go." "Yes ma'am," said Art, bounding to her side to pick up the bag. "A nice trip over?" Courtney smiled. Already she had one of them to heel. The toughest one, of course, would be Matt. He acted as if he had wolf in him. "Matt is taking you out to the farm on Sunday." Good gracious. Do even the worker's know one's personal business? "Thank you for that information Art. Now, what else do you know?" As it turned out, Art knew quite a lot. One surprising disclosure was that while she learned about Matt's friends, all appeared to be men with two exceptions, Elsie at the bakery and Vikki at the café. She'd better look into that. "Matt seems to have a lot of men friends. Why's that?" "Men run this world Miss Sterling and Matt is a great sort of guy. Guess who catches the biggest fish and rides the fastest horse and who's never been knocked down to stay down? Matt, of course. Other farmers around here live on their farm and work their guts out, but not Matt. He's one of the few to treat farming like a business and pays someone else to do the non-brainy stuff. Matt told me that." "But there must be women around him as well?" "Not really, except for his mum. Oh, sorry. And you." "How strange. But you did mention earlier that woman at the baker and the one at the café?" "Oh, them. Well Elsie Thomas's my mum and Vikki was the girl that Matt slugged at school and got drummed out for it." "So she's Matt's age" "Nah a year younger I believe." "Why is he friendly with her if she was the person who got him expelled at school?" "He saved her life, but you'll have to ask Matt for details. Because of the way he did that he was called a hero." They drove up to the house. The corrugated iron roof had been removed, replaced with tarpaulins ready to be rolled over the bared trusses each evening. Mess was everywhere. A black and white dog bounded out of the old green truck on the lawn and circled them as they got out of the Land Rover. It looked cautious and friendly, with intense eyes. Courtney moved up to pat it. It headed away from her at blinding speed and circled her again. Just like Matt, she thought, surprised that she could think such a thing. And where was Patricia's cat with a dog around? She guessed that the Spaniel would be inside dripping saliva into its basket. She was later told that that Matt had "taken the Spaniel for a walk across the paddock and only one of them came back," whatever that meant. Patricia's Samantha had taken refuge in the Whitehead's home. She was told when phoning them they were happy to have her stay there until the builders departed. The cat came visiting some evenings, only to smell dog everywhere. These appeared not happy days for Samantha who probably was forced to be last in line at the Whitehead's who had two neutered tabbies, whose method of accepting her intrusion would be to totally ignore her, Courtney speculated; she knew cats. Matt ran up to Courtney quite excited. He wore only boots, socks and brief khaki shorts and was wearing an awful old hat. He was carrying a hammer, was brown and his arm muscles rippled. What a specimen, she breathed. Earlier that morning Misfit had said to Max as Matt approached carrying some dressed timber on his shoulder, "Matt's lost some of that flab since he's be working with us. Bet his girlfriend will be licking her lips when she sees him strutting his stuff like this." "Right, but you watch your tongue when she's around. They say in town she's a high-class dame, who's never worked and lived the life of Reilly with her parents circling the world. Her dad's a diplomat." "Struth what does a diplomat do?" Max pretended he didn't hear the question because he didn't really know the answer. Though particular about her appearance, Courtney dashed into the arms of Matt, knowing that his sweat would soak in to her white cotton dress printed with big red poppies. The workmen stood by, grinning, Max looked at them sternly, putting an upright index finger over his lips to forestall any inclination for an outburst of cheering. Max's message was clear, because his next movement was to pull the same finger, now vertical, across his throat. Standing dutifully behind Courtney, who had one lower leg raised off the ground, was Art, with her sunhat that had fallen into the dust when she rushed at Matt... "Just like a cat on heat" he told other workers all agog at the farm the next day. "Initially I though she's was a cold bossy bitch, but she showed none of that when she rushed up to Matt." At mid morning on Sunday Matt and Courtney walked hand-in-hand from the Land Rover to where the farm manager stood with two saddled horses. Matt had already asked Courtney could she ride, and the reply was "a bit." That modest reply should have alerted him. "I'm not riding that," Courtney said, when the manager Dick Rogers went to hand her the reins of a solid farm hack, standing quietly, with its head down. It was dealing with flies with a lazy rhythmic flick of its tail. The farm manager looked at Matt, who shrugged. "Perhaps you should take your own pick Miss Sterling." "Thank you, Dick. Please call me Courtney. You have a position of authority." Matt grinned, knowing that Dick would now treat Courtney with utmost respect. Dick beamed, probably thinking that little Miss Wellington seemed to be a rather nice lass. The stories about her must be just that, stories. Courtney stood at the fence, squinting against the sun, looking at the horses in the home paddock. "You said any one of them?" "Not the roan and not the little black over there; it's a bit lame." "What's wrong with the roan?" "Nothing, but it's a bit of a jumper Miss ... I mean Courtney. "It can catch an unwary rider out by going over the fence when he's expecting to go through the gate." "Then I'll have that one." That little exchange made Matt smile. It brought back memories of his introduction to a horse in Wyoming that became his Chinook. The manager glanced at him, waiting for support. But Matt simply said, "Get the roan, Dick. She's ridden a bit and I'll keep an eye on the horse. Sorry about this." "No trouble, boss," said Dick, glad that Matt had assumed responsibility. He was confident that Matt wouldn't sit by and let Courtney be turned into dog tucker. He grabbed a halter and rode off on the hack to bring in the roan. The horse turned out to be a hand higher than Courtney had estimated from the distance. As Dick was saddling it up she walked to its flank and ran a hand down its rump. The flesh rippled but the horse made no attempt to lash out its leg. "Seems quiet, what's its name?" "Boris." "Unusual name for a horse?" "Yep name of a villain in a paperback I was reading at the time we named him when he was gelded. He was a playful cuss and almost kneecapped me when he was freed. It was a malicious act of revenge, so Boris seemed a perfect name." "Oh, I like that story. "Matt, Dick... if Boris and I get on well today, can he be my horse?" The two men looked at each other, Dick shaking his head slightly to signal no. "Of course, darling," replied Matt. "If it kills or mains you, I'll know that it was your choice." "Matt! Don't be so awful." "Dick, I haven't ridden for a while so could be please hold Boris steady. It seems a long way up there." But in an instant she was in the saddle, bending forward to catch the reins. The men watched he as she walked then trotted then broke into a canter down the farm track. "She can ride, rather well in fact," Dick said approvingly. Matt didn't answered. If Courtney said she could ride he hadn't expected that she wouldn't do anything less than ride quite well. She returned towards the men at a fast lope, horse and rider looking as one. Courtney than dug her heels in and leaned forward in the saddle, raising herself slightly. "Struth she's going for the fence!" cried Dick. "Stay still, you might spook the horse," Matt said calmly. Boris cleared the fence with ease and within yards was being ridden into a full gallop. Dick looked at Matt, ready to apologise for being too edgy. But knew he needn't bother. The look on Matt's face was if Christmas had arrived. On Monday morning Courtney returned to Wellington on the first ferry, pleased that the house reconstruction was reportedly on schedule, though it certainly didn't look like it to her. She was also pleased that Matt had been so lovely to her and that she now had a horse called Boris. She smiled recalling the look on the faces of Dick and Matt when she had commenced her run at the fence. She knew it had been a bit risky taking a strange horse in a jump that high, but she had been told it liked jumping fences. As for experience, she'd ridden in hunts in Britain and had played social polo in Buenos Aires so she was not exactly a novice horsewoman. In fact she'd be riding since she was seven. CHAPTER 8 Friends and neighbours were invited to Milly's ranch to meet her sister-in-law Mrs Curtis, the woman whom had come from afar, being the wife of Collier and mother of Matt, two New Zealanders who seemed to adapt very quickly to life in Wyoming and were remembered fondly. Some of the women heaped compliments on her, saying they couldn't believe that someone as feminine and slight could have been Collier's wife or was old enough to be Matt's mother. Patricia enjoyed these folk dropping in, recognising some of the names that her own menfolk had told her about, and whom Milly sometimes referred to in letters. Cody was back at his own place during Patricia's visit and Ponto now had his own kitchen/sitting room and bedroom attached to the stables. Builders had completed the frame and roof and Ponto and Cody finished off construction, becoming good friends in the process. Patricia spent hours talking to Ponto. He told her what his own father and grandfather had told him about life in the old days. Ponto also recounted the times he experienced with Curtis when they chased after haymaking jobs and then taking any work they could find when Milly had run out of jobs for them. He drove Patricia about in Milly's pickup, a new Chevrolet financed from her brother's large bequest. They visited some of the places Ponto had spoken about. His memory for detail was so good that Patricia began to feel that it was almost as if she had been there during those times. Never did Ponto mention anything about Martha, so Patricia resisted the temptation to ask about Martha and Collier. She was itching to meet the woman. Milly had already met Martha in town and one afternoon said she was going over visit her. Patricia jumped at the offer to accompany her. As they drove off Patricia said: "Milly, after all these years I still regret you stayed on here like you did. At times I have felt so terrible, thinking that I failed you as a sister-in-law, knowing I should have come and fetched you home. It was a shocking way for your marriage to end and you were just a young girl. But when I learned how determined you were at rebuilding your life and how happy you had become I felt nothing but admiration for you. Tell me dear, how do you feel; do you feel that I failed you?" "Just a moment, Patricia," Milly answered. She drove carefully beside a small number of approaching cattle being driven on the side of the road, her mind reeling at what Patricia had just said. Patricia and indeed everyone back home apart from Collier had only heard the 'cock and bull' story of her so-called failed marriage. Milly's mind went back to 1946 when a Department of Agriculture external relations officer had written to the Miranda Valley Business and Professional Association seeking a sponsor for a farm study exchange student arriving from near Arrowhead, Wyoming. Her aged parents, Charles and Sarah, had jumped at the opportunity to host a foreign student, and Amos Durham arrived at the Curtis' home two months later. The three-month programme was a great success, and Amos went home praising the hospitality of the Curtis family. Shortly afterwards Charles receive an invitation from Amos' father Dean for Milly to stay with the Durham family during that New Zealand summer. Milly, who'd been Amos' constant companion during his stay, begged to be allowed to go, and finally her parents consented, virtually pushed into it by Milly's big brother Curtis. She had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday when she left for America for twelve weeks, at least that was the plan. It was a typical winter in Wyoming, with successive heavy dumps of snow. One afternoon when Amos had taken his mother to a medical centre, his father Dean went into the bathroom where Milly was in the bath. He asked if he could join her and for some reason she could never fathom in later bouts of self-incrimination, Milly said just two words, "Jump in." Dean stripped and joined her in the bath. He later carried her to her bedroom and seduced her, Milly happily consenting. It was as if she was rewarding herself for the fact that never had Amos shown any physical interest in her, although he clearly regarded her as a close friend. The liaison between Dean and Milly continued. Her thoughts about that experience were interrupted with the need to converse with her sister-in-law. "No, Patricia, you and Collier were far away, my parents were not up to long journeys. What I did was of my own making and I went into it with my eyes open. Of course I had no idea of the terrible events that were to follow." Milly had said that deliberately, deciding it was time to tell the truth. "Thank you for saying that Milly," Patricia said, still unaware that she was about to be told everything, nothing withheld. "I tried to express my feelings in my letters. I should have come with Collier to give you support." "It's all right," said Milly putting out her right hand. Patricia grasped it, and kissed it. As Milly steered the Chevy down towards the Bridger's ranch house she related how that exciting holiday stay of late 1946 turned into a nightmare, warning Patricia to keep calm as she about to hear something that might upset her. The Durham family and Milly were driving home to the ranch one evening. It was snowing, and very cold. As they came to a corner a truck came sliding over the road and clipped their car, quite gently in fact. But the car spun on the icy road and slammed into a tree, bringing it to an abrupt halt. Milly, who'd been asleep in the back seat, escaped with severe bruising but Amos and his mother, Robyn, both sitting on the side of the car taking the greatest impact against the tree, were killed, Amos dying instantly and Robyn went within the hour. Dean suffered severe rib injuries, and was rushed to hospital along with Milly. One day while Dean was still recovering in hospital, Milly visited a doctor and found that she was pregnant. She had to decide whether to share her secret or to say nothing and return home, finally deciding her loyalty lay with Dean who was ecstatic when told the news, believing he had a family again. As Milly turned the Chevy turned into the entrance leading to the Bridger's homestead, Patricia sat quietly, realizing something unpleasant was about to be related. Milly took them back to 1946. She recalled cabling her brother knowing Curtis would handle the arrival of a cable better than her parents, saying that she had decided to stay on for a while. Nothing was mentioned about the victims of the accident or Milly's pregnancy. A month or so later Dean told Milly they were off late that month for a quick holiday. Delighted, she asked where and was told Salt Lake City to get married, if she'd have him. "I flew into his arms," Milly recalled, weeping with Patricia patting her shoulder. Dean's lawyer managed to get her application for American citizenship fast-tracked, pointing out that his client was a decorated war vet and his liaison with his bride-to-be had commenced when he was stationed in New Zealand during the war. It was true that Dean had been stationed in Wellington during the war but in fact he'd had no inkling of the existence across in the South Island of the Curtis family nor in particular of their young teenage daughter Milly. Milly made a declaration that they had been lovers. She cabled her parents via Collier and understandably everyone was extremely upset. Collier would tell her in a letter he'd wanted to jump on the first available plane and "knock the bastard's block off." Instead he cabled asking for more details and when called to the Post Office to collect the reply was devastated to learn the full story from Dean. The long message must have cost a fortune to send an international communication in those days was expensive and fairly primitive. Saddened by news of the two deaths and angered by Milly's adulterous affair and with both Milly and Dean having deceived them, Collier threw up his hands, told his parents what they needed to know, and cabled his father's consent. Collier decided to shield even his new wife from the truth. He then had to comfort the weeping Patricia, upset and knowing there was no chance of attending her sister-in-law's wedding as the marriage would occur over the next few days in far off America. Milly wiped her eyes, and Patricia followed suit, and waited expecting to now hear about the unhappy ending. Milly said it was a very brief and tragic marriage. Two weeks after the birth of a beautiful boy, the baby developed and embolism and died a few hours later in hospital. Dean was beside himself in grief and two nights later shot himself. It was a terrible time for Milly, but the community came to her assistance. She had decided to return home after the funeral but on the morning of the burial Dean's lawyer called on her and advised her that Dean had named her as his sole beneficiary. The Bar 2X ranch and all of Dean's other assets were hers. The lawyer said he did not expect any problems with any of Dean's relatives contesting the will because it was a perfectly explicit document. That evening she cabled Collier, advising him and her parents of what had happened, that she would never return home. Collier simply told Patricia and his parents that Milly was having 'a bit of a down' but was determined to stay in Wyoming forever. His parents were upset that their daughter was unhappy in that far-off land and by the end of the week Collier boarded an aircraft to commence his first visit to Wyoming. Milly stopped the vehicle and turning opened her arms and Patricia, the softer of the two, fell into them, weeping. "I'm sorry, Patricia for my part in the deception. My actions were of my own choosing and I suffered the heartbreaks accordingly. It suited me to remain deceitful and it was Collier's decision to withhold the information I gave him. I am indebted to the way that you and Collier supported me emotionally and above all the way you encouraged him to visit me. I now offer you a thousand apologies; being in love and then becoming desperate can encourage people to do some hurtful things. Remarkably, the one good thing about all of this was within days of Collier's first arrival he'd discovered he'd found a second home; he adored being here." The two women increased their grip on each other and wailed in a great released of emotion. "Hey, are you two coming out of that vehicle," called a broad-faced blonde woman of forty something, her lips parted by an enormous smile. "Hello, Milly dear. At last we meet Patricia, how wonderful." Patricia climbed out of the pickup and was enveloped in a perfumed bear hug by Martha who was more than a head taller. Rarely, thought Patricia, had she seen such an open, welcoming expression as she saw on Martha's face. No wonder her husband had fallen for this American charmer. Any man would be in peril if she turned her eyes on him. "My dears come inside. Lukas has gone off somewhere but I've got a special bottle of wine for this very occasion. Ladies let's get talking." Well before it was time for Patricia to return home she found she was very happy; her grief over Collier had just slipped away. She felt she had truly regained Milly as her sister-in-law and now had a very wonderful new friend in Martha. Even better, she knew that in a few weeks she would be seeing them again at the wedding. The parting at the airport was lengthened by the late arrival of Patricia's aircraft, so there was time to talk about her visit and share thoughts about her. Ponto remained impassive while Cody told Lukas that looking at the scene of the sad faces of the women in front of them, dabbing their eyes, he could almost hear someone singing 'When the Next Teardrop Falls'. "Curtis certainly picked a real lady for his wife," commented Lukas, who'd enjoyed many long chats with Patricia about literature, opera and international affairs. One evening when Martha, excusing herself from one the highbrow discussion to go out to make supper, Patricia said to him: "You know, I think I should tell you something I suspected about Curtis and Martha." Lukas hushed her and said, "Let it be Patricia. Let's say nothing to spoil the magic of their times together." Patricia felt a great peace; she'd had a release of something deep inside her. \* \* \* Matt couldn't believe the change in his mother on her arrival home. She seemed brighter and far more relaxed, more like she'd been when he was a young teenager. He was tremendously gratified, realising as well this would make it easier for his mother and Courtney to live in the same homestead. \* \* \* On a rainy mid-morning in August, Vikki watched a woman drive up in Matt's Land Rover and dash across the street towards her. The owner of the Riverside Café knew who she was, though they had not been introduced. "Good morning. I'm Courtney Sterling, Matt Curtis' fiancée," she said, removing her black Stetson and leather jacket, putting both on the coat-stand just inside the door. "Hello, I have been waiting to meet you. Welcome to the café. Coffee?" Courtney waited until Vikki returned with a cup of coffee and a hot scone, which was left untouched. "Matt has engaged you to cater for our wedding, although I don't know why. I thought he would have given the job to The Settlers' Retreat. He just went ahead without discussing it with me." "Oh dear, men! Of course he should have consulted you, it's your big day. Never mind, just ask the hotel to do your catering. I hope you have a fabulous day." Startled, Courtney took out a handkerchief and gently blew her nose to try to overcome her confusion. She decided to ease back. "Oh, I had not anticipated that reaction. I honestly don't quite know what to say. I would love to hear why Matt let the contract to you." "Matt and I go back a long way. I was a tearful little girl on my first day at school and I was left standing there at morning playtime alone in my misery. Then this boy came close to me and said, 'Big girls who go to school don't cry.' I'll always remember that. Matt was that boy and he became my first friend at primary school. We are still close." Resisting the impulse to ask how close, Courtney said that invitations were going out to 280 people, so she thought that it would take the full resources of the hotel to cater for that large number. "That's why I was surprised that he engaged you." "Well, all he said was 'Want to do the wedding?' and I nodded. I asked him about the expected number of guests, and he shrugged and replied that I should get the details and discuss the menu with you. I anticipated you would come in when you were ready, and here you are." Perplexed that Vikki was so unbothered at being confronted, Courtney tried another tack. "I've stayed at The Settlers' Retreat and found their dinning room to be rather good for a country town. They could be difficult to match." "I'm really not interested in competing against anyone Miss Sterling," Vikki said evenly. "I will present a wedding breakfast to a standard that the hotel has never achieved, and never will. I am a master chef by trade and have been in charge of catering for small art gallery openings to big events catering in excess of 1000 people to a sit down dinner. But that's beside the point, you don't want me involved with your wedding and that's fine by me." "Oh, no; not at all. I'm so sorry. I was just caught by surprise. I knew nothing about you and I honestly thought that Matt had landed you with a job that might overwhelm you. I now rather think that's not the case. I'd like to start again: Hello Vikki, I'm Courtney Sterling. Please call me Courtney. My what a lovely café you have here." "Hello Courtney. My God, it's true. The gossip around here is that Matt has found a stunning beauty from Wellington. This is the first time ever that I've known the gossip to be true. How do you do!" They looked at each other and both burst out laughing. "Look if it's convenient why don't you pull up a chair and tell me your menu ideas," Courtney said.. "I'd like to hear them." During the days leading up to the wedding, farmland and bared hills were toasted by the sun and dried by the unrelenting warm airflows off the ranges. It was typical February weather for Marlborough with urban people enjoying some of New Zealand's best weather, farmers becoming increasingly grumpy and uneasy as the drought took hold. As wedding guests descended on Miranda, numerous reunions occurred, none being more robust than Milly's arrival, with Cody, Lukas and Martha. The party from Wyoming had spent the previous two days at the Sterling's home. They accompanied the bride-to-be and her parents and chief bridesmaid Elizabeth to the Curtis's home. Just as Patricia had been on her return from Wyoming, these VIP visitors were astonished at the transformation of Aberdeen. The old-style architecture had been retained but the new extensions had been integrated well and inside the home was spacious, light and beautifully colour-coordinated. "My, your architects and colour consultants have performed a great service for you," Martha said. "Architects, colour consultants? No the design and décor and furnishings are entirely Courtney's work and the builder just drew up the plans under her supervision," Patricia announced proudly. "Well, I'd be darned!" Milly exclaimed. "Big nephew has certainly found himself a little gem. Where are they?" "They've gone tramping for a couple of days but will be home tonight," Patricia said. "They just wanted a couple of days to themselves." "Hope they were chaperoned?" commented Milly, drawing some giggles. Before the couple had left on their tramp, Patricia had spoken to Matt about pre-wedding day arrangements. "You can't stay here on the night before the wedding as it's traditional for the bride and groom not to see each other until the at the church on their wedding day," said his mother. "You'll have to stay somewhere else perhaps for both nights." "The pub?" "Yes, of course," said Patricia, not hearing him properly and assuming he would be sleeping at the farm. She was solving an accommodation problem; two of the bridesmaids could sleep in Matt's room and another on the sofa in his study. Returned from their tramp and enjoying the lively reunion with the houseguests from Wyoming, Matt phoned his best man Merv Higgs at the hotel. Matt told him he'd be spending his last two nights of freedom at the pub. "Oh that's great. I have a twin room so you can have the other bed. You better get down here as soon as you can," he urged. "Some of Courtney's mates have arrived and are getting stuck into the grog in the house bar, and there's one to spare. Looks a real goer, like all of her friends." "Well, I don't know about that," Matt replied. "I'm almost a married man." Merv laughed. "Who said anything about shagging, though that might be on, No, these sheilas are singing their little hearts out. We've having great fun. Get down here as soon as you can. Bye." Matt packed a small suitcase, changing into his drinking gear, and picked up the black linen hanging bag containing his hired morning suit and accessories. He went to find Patricia to say goodbye. "Courtney says she's got so much to do that it's best I bugger off or did she say go off? Can't remember." Eying him dressed in a striped rugby jersey, shorts and sandals, Patricia said in surprise, "Are you going to do work at the farm?" "Maybe I will, maybe I won't," replied her son, truthfully. Milly and Martha covered his face in lipstick and Courtney brushed them aside to add her contribution. "Where are you off to?" Cody inquired hopefully. "Oh here and there," replied Matt, heading out of the door. He gave Cody a huge wink. Just before 10:00 Cody answered one of the many phone calls that had been coming to the house. He managed the call without requiring assistance. Fifteen minutes later a vehicle making the distinctive grinding noise like Matt's Land Rover arrived outside, and drove off seconds later. It was only then noticed Cody and Lukas were nowhere to be found. By midnight Courtney and Elizabeth had gone off to bed and Patricia and Martha were a little concerned. Cody and Lukas had not returned. Milly took control. She went out of the room to make a phone call and returned with a huge smile. "They're safe, sound and probably getting drunk. I phoned the hotel and the duty manager confirmed that there are two Yanks there, both in cowboy hats, and surrounded by a bunch of females hanging on to their every word." "Goodness I hope they will be safe," ventured Patricia. "Some of our local girls have a bit of a reputation you know." "The manager also said Matt's there." "Oh," said Patricia, relieved. "If Matt's with them they'll be quite all right." Martha and Milly exchanged glances, raising eyebrows. "You go to bed mum," Milly said. "Martha and I are off to the hotel." "Be careful my dears. I understand it can get pretty rough there on Friday nights." "Oh goodie," Milly squeaked. Grabbing the keys of her mother-in-law's car she said to Martha, "Slap on some lipstick, gorgeous and we're off. You're going to a party the likes of which you've never seen before." They found a parking space some distance from The Settlers' Retreat, and heard the throbbing din before reaching the premises. "We're house guests, room twenty-eight," announced Milly creatively to the huge man baring their entry. Milly eyed him unwaveringly and he pulled the door open for them without asking for further verification. "Sorry about the din," he apologised. "Hope you ladies get a good night's sleep." As the door closed behind them Martha grabbed Milly by the hand and giggled, "You've missed your vocation. You would make a great con artist." They entered the public bar and Martha was surprised, almost shocked. She'd been to a few rowdy drinking holes, as she called them, but nothing like this. Men leaning against the long wooden bar were quaffing huge glasses of beer. Some were drinking beer straight out of quart bottles. "Welcome to New Zealand. You're looking at a good old Kiwi country bash," Milly screamed into Martha's ear. Scream she had to, because the noise of the shouting and raunchy heavily amplified music was deafening. Milly, eyes shining in excitement, returned with two glasses of amber liquid. "Try this," she shouted. "You'll not have had it before. It's called Pimms Number One Cup that our dear Kiwi blokes charmingly call Leg Opener Number 2. Their version of Number One is any drink with gin in it." Martha beamed, enjoying that disgusting disclosure. She'd decided that she was ready to party, having already downed several drinks during the afternoon followed by wine with dinner. She grabbed Milly by the shoulder and pointed to a corner of the room, where a man lay half straddled over a woman, his hand obviously going towards a place that clearly identified him as being no gentleman. "Pimms Number One is beginning to work," she observed dryly. Milly shrieked with laughter and pulled Martha through the revellers towards where people were watching something. A great shout went up and a quite well developed young woman was hoisted on to a tabletop, naked to the waist. "Cripes," said Milly in awe. "That's one of Courtney's bridesmaids. I thought they had gone to bed." "A bit like at home in my younger days, except there's no fight." Martha had just said that as there was an eruption around the table where the strip had taken place. An angry red-faced young man had been trying to pass the stripper her bra and blouse when they were grabbed from his hand. As the young man went to recover the items of clothing, a punch was swung at him and a fight was underway. Milly and Martha watched the two men battling away, most of the punches failing to connect. One of the brawlers picked up a chair. But before he could smash it on to his opponent a big fist dropped down on to his head, and he disappeared towards the floor. "God Matt's dropped him," Milly squealed, flushing greatly. Martha looked and saw Matt, standing and laughing, placing his arm around a slim blonde. Courtney had black hair. "Matt's having a little rest and recreation before his big day," commented Milly dryly. "She's one of Courtney's friends. Come on, we'd better camp down at this other end of the bar. I can't see our men in this crowd but they'll be here somewhere." "Look, there they are," Martha pointed. The two women pushed through and found two hard faced women wearing Cody and Lukas' hats. "I'll kill Cody if that white Stetson is soiled," hissed Milly. "I gave that to him for his birthday last month." Looking down, the women saw their guys seated at a table. Cody and Lukas had piles of money in front of them. Matt then arrived and began flexing his arms. The slender blonde was nowhere in sight. "What are they doing? Martha inquired. "They're engaged in arm wrestling. Matt's obviously doing the work and our guys are taking the bets. Jeeze look at the pile of money they have." While they watched three men in succession sat down in front of Matt, each lasting only a few seconds before he bent their arm flat on to the tabletop. The crowd around them parted as a short, burly Maori man aged about forty waddled to the table. "Fifty quid!" he shouted. "I'm taking ten on Sonny." "Five for me." The two men locked hands, and pressure was applied. Matt's opponent resisted powerfully as his arm began to bend over from the elbow. He seemed unconcerned. "He bales wool for a shearing gang," a woman holding a glass of what appeared to be Pimms, confided to Martha. "He's immensely strong." The Maori slowly levered his hand back into an upright position, and then Matt's hand fell towards the tabletop. He managed to resist the downward pressure a couple of times but his hand was finally flattened. There was cheering, money exchanged hands. The Maori began to walk away, the woman who'd spoken to Martha clutching on to him. "A re-match for 100 quid!" somebody shouted. Milly turned as she recognised the voice. It was Cody, now standing and waving a bunch of notes about his head. Matt shrugged and said "Why not?" He stripped down to his black bush singlet, a couple of women whistling approvingly. The big Maori came back and sat down on the chair with a thump, the frame groaning from the overload. His lady friend dug into her handbag and came up with enough money to add to Sonny's winning, taking his bet against Matt to £100. Cody dropped his handful of notes beside that bet. A betting frenzy commenced, the odds offered of 5-1 against Matt winning being snapped up. Cody dipped into his own pocket and placed £100 on to the table, digging Lukas in the ribs, indicating he should follow suit. "No, place it on Matt, you fool," urged Cody in exasperation. Cody then walked over to Matt and whispered into his ear. He returned to his chair, his face expressionless. The two big men went face to face, this time both wriggling about to get into their optimum position. "Go!" shouted Cody, and the big match was underway. Most of the bar patrons and the bartenders were now gathered around the table, with shorter people at the back complaining that they couldn't see. A small man with short white whiskers and a colourful handkerchief around his neck, was darting around the vacated tables emptying glasses of spirits into his half-gallon jar until a watchful barman spotted him and chased him out the door. The old fellow, clutching his jar, yelled showing several gaps in his tobacco stained teeth, "My money's on Matt!" Power was applied, both men breaking out into a sweat. The Pimms drinker was urging her champion, "Finish him now Sonny. He's easy meat!" Matt suddenly looked up at the ceiling. Noticing that, Sonny Pihama also looked upwards. As he did so Matt dug in and slammed the back of Sonny's locked arm on to the tabletop. A howl of pain and despair came from Sonny. "You bastard," his lady friend shouted. "You cheated. Call the cops." Cody pulled himself to his full height. His right hand hovered over where his holster normally sat on his right hip. "I declare if was a fair bout. At no time did the winner unfairly interfere physically with his opponent. If the cops are called you're all spend the night in jail on charges of illegally betting. Now clear off!" Milly was delighted. She was seeing her man acting with the authority needed for his job as under sheriff. Her heart melted. Pushing through to Lukas, Martha whispered, "Come on, we'd better get out of here before the rioting starts." But that retreat was unnecessary. A beaming Matt stood up and shouted, "Barmen get back to your posts and serve from the top shelf from now on. It's time my guests got down to some serious drinking." There was a rush to the bar, leaving Cody and Lukas free to stuff banknotes into their pockets. Matt picked up Sonny's lady friend, who was almost passed out, placing her on a nearby sofa. Half-bowing to Martha and Milly, Matt said, "Ladies, please join Sonny and me for a couple of drinks. I expect you'd like Pimms?" "You bloody Curtis's," Sonny growled. "Everyone says you're hard bastards but Matt, I'll say this, you fight fair and you know how to look after your victims." During the rest of the night, even through an alcoholic haze, Milly kept a proud eye on her nephew. A continuous stream of men came up and shook his hand, and women kissed him, mostly quite immodestly. Comments Matt received were mostly very complimentary, although the word bastard kept cropping up. "New Zealanders seem to use the word bastard a little bit differently than we do back home," Martha hiccupped. And I'll say thisss. What Mills sssays about this Pimmsss ssseeems to be the truthzzzz. My leggggs are openniiiiiiing." Matt delivered the foursome from Wyoming back home just before 4:00, the noisiest pre-dawn arrival ever experienced at Aberdeen. He returned to the hotel, exhausted, ready to sleep for at least twelve hours. But the bedroom door was locked, and muffed calls ordered him to go away. His best man had company for the night! Matt slumped to the floor where a maid found him in the hallway an hour later when beginning her preparations for the new day. She called the night porter and they dragged Matt to the linen room. "Could you report me as having gone home sick," she told the porter. "I'm staying here to keep him safe. This is Matt Curtis!" Next morning, Patricia was surprised. Only she, Courtney and Elizabeth were up bright and early. Perhaps the Americans had consumed too much alcohol before dinner last evening? "Shouldn't we wake them up for morning tea?" she asked Courtney at 10:00. "I wouldn't advise it," Courtney warned, who'd been woken around 4;00, at first thinking that an invasion was underway. She looked out and saw what was happening and fell back into a restful sleep. It was generally a quiet day, but houseguest seemed to come alive again after Patricia handed around drinks at 5:30. Matt arrived a few minutes later looking remarkably fit and well. Milly, who went to the door to welcome him, looked at his neck and whispered, "You'd better do you shirt right up, naughty nephew. I can see her teeth marks on your neck." An enjoyable evening followed with everyone but Matt holding back on their intake of alcohol. He barbecued thick Angus steaks that had been resting in a mixture of kiwifruit, raisins, onions and oyster sauce, an eating sensation that had the American visitors drooling. "It's nothing, just good Kiwi tucker," Matt chuckled, as the compliments were heaped on him. "Mother has made something that'll really floor you." They were eating at a long table on the lawn under the oak tree. It was hot, not a breath of wind so iced water was the most popular drink. Patricia walked from the kitchen carrying on a tray an enormous Pavlova, surrounded by meringue cases filled with crushed strawberries that had been soaking in a hazelnut liqueur. The top of the two-piece Pav was coated in grated chocolate and between the two pieces of the creation was a thick layer of chilled passion fruit syrup. "Oh, my god," cried Martha, wide-eyed and slapping her hands against the middle of her bust. "Have I died and gone to Heaven?" Ever so pleased, Patricia put the largest piece on Martha's plate. Matt was not served desert. His father used to say that only ladies and poofters eat desert. As a young boy Matt had no idea was a poofter (homosexual) was but didn't want to become one, so never ate desert thereafter. He astounded Vikki the day before she opened her restaurant when she offered to personally cook him his favourite meal. "Pea, pie and pud," he replied, meaning meat pie, peas and mashed potatoes. "And that's your favourite meal?' Vikki had asked, in disbelief, just as Courtney had done shortly after she'd met Matt and heard him complain about "the tucker" being served aboard the Mariposa as being too rich and fancy and she'd responded by asking what was his favourite food. "Milly, for the life of me I can't understand why you chose the hard life of Wyoming over this little piece of paradise," commented Cody, as everyone sat under the starry sky drinking iced-tea. "Home is where you put down your anchor," she replied. "I do love it here, and always will, but my anchor is affixed to a piece of land faraway from here." "And what about you Matt?" asked Courtney. "Are you ready to follow your fancy wherever that might take you?" Matt looked out into the bay and said quietly, "If I had to chose I'd chose to die on that beach just below us." Everyone laughed, except Patricia. A chill swept through her so she went inside to fetch a cardigan. Gradually everyone drifted off to bed reasonably early, leaving just Courtney and Matt together in the summerhouse in the rose garden. He left just before midnight. Good boy, thought Milly, checking her bedside clock, you have left just before the start of your wedding day. Patricia will be pleased. I wonder how Ponto is getting on at the ranch without me? CHAPTER 9 Not all of the 266 guests who accepted invitations to attend could fit into the Methodist Church for the wedding service. At least twenty of them waited under trees for their first glimpse of Mr and Mrs Matt Curtis. As expected, Courtney was a lovely bride in white lace over white satin. Her dress, stopping just short of her knees, caused a mini-sensation amongst the womenfolk who thought it rather daring. But everyone could see that the bride had beautiful legs above her white satin shoes. The church service went without a hitch, the bridegroom easily finding the ring that Cody had thoughtfully placed through a spring-clip hanging from a loop around Merv's neck. Patricia thought it was a wonderful ceremony, the couple standing so lovingly together. Wish you were here Curtis, she mouthed to herself, as their friend Charlie Whitehead deputised for Curtis to give away the bride. The wedding party and closest relatives gathered on the steps of the church, and then moved off to the side against a backdrop of trees for more wedding photographs. The midday heat got to the bridal party men in their grey morning suits but they survived and kept their jackets on until the official photographer called, "That's all, folks." Matt then led the charge of jacket-carrying men and a few women down the street to The Settler's Inn, where barmen already had poured cold beers for them. Fifteen minutes later, acting on instructions from steely-eyed Patricia, the proprietor Rex Mills sounded the dining gong and announced, "Time, please, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wedding Party you've wanted up at the Curtis home." Matt led the way out to waiting buses (Matt was a shareholder in the trucking firm that also ran local buses. It was hot in the huge marquee, but the drinks were chilled. People called the food 'amazing', with some more specific comments, such as "haven't tried this stuff before, it's good." That person was eating fried squid rings. Many of the local people, brought up on leg of lamb and often mutton, couldn't believe they were eating sheep meat when they tasted the entrée of rack of lamb which was followed by a choice of baron of beef or crayfish mornay surrounded by a selection of other seafood. Nova cuisine had arrived in Miranda Valley. Actually it had appeared with the opening of the Riverside Café but very few locals had entered that establishment. Some light and very idiotic entertainment followed presented by the gang who worked on the upgrading of Matt's house. Builder Max Mead took the part of Matt in the skit conceived by Misfit Jones, who played Max. The negotiations on the contract for the house additions and renovations had perks being the sticking point, with 'Matt' finally agreeing to install a swimming pool for the building team plus parking a mini tanker of beer on-site and having the three-course lunches served by scantily-dressed women. Misfit had roped in Matt's odd-job man, Art, to act the part of Courtney. 'She' was far more buxom than Courtney and she had acquired an awful gutter accent and swore like a shepherd with wayward dogs. Guests laughed so much that when it was over long queues formed at the toilets. The speeches were short, Matt had insisted on that. He told one clean joke and when he started on another what obviously was a little risqué Patricia interrupted him, icily saying, "That's enough Matt." That drew a round of applause countered by boos from tables where Matt's mates and a couple of their rather loud women sat. Vikki was out in the caterer's tent supervising her staff, mostly experienced part-time catering staff she had recruited from distant larger centres. She'd hired a large refrigerated van and as the afternoon got hotter there was no shortage of volunteers wanting to retrieve food from its icy depths. Muriel Jones came running up the Vikki and said, excitedly, "When the telegrams had been read the bride got up and spoke. She thanked Matt's mother and her own parents for making this such a wonderful day for her and then she gave special thanks to you and urged everyone to eat at the Riverside Café which she said was the best restaurant outside of Wellington. People were thumping their tables when she said that." Thanking her for the news, Vikki, brushed perspiration off her brow with the end of her apron, also wiping away a couple of tears. "The cake," somebody shouted, and Vikki went in with a large knife with a bow around it and signalled to the master of ceremonies. He called for silence, and everyone looked at the tiered cake standing on its own table in front of the bride and groom. Just as the MC called the bride and groom to go over and cut the cake there was a small explosion. The cake collapsed and streamers shot up into the air from it and a siren inside the cake stand shrilled briefly. Guests, many of whom had sat open-mouthed when the cake collapsed, laughed and cheered when realising that they were witnessing an exploding cake stunt. Misfit Jones was the culprit. He'd undertaken to erect Vikki's newly purchased kitset carport on the side of her father's house in return for being allowed by stage his dubious prank. Vikki later thought that her consent must have happed during a moment of madness, but all was well. As she wheeled in the real cake she was greeted with cheers and compliments from well-lubricated guests, the buzz created by the exploding cake was still filling the marquee. The celebrations continued almost to dawn. Early that afternoon the newly-weds joined other wedding guest to catch the ferry to Wellington. Matt and Courtney went on to Auckland to sail to Hawaii for their honeymoon. \* \* \* Meanwhile, in Wyoming Caitlin had arrived home from Switzerland with her baby but without her husband. Told her parents were in New Zealand for Matt's wedding, she cried and cried. She tried to call Matt's farmhouse to speak to her parents but there was no answer as everyone had left for the church. He should never be getting married, she though. He was meant to remain a free spirit. The next day Caitlin went over to visit Ponto, expecting that he'd be lonely. But no, he was the happiest she'd ever seen him. He called, "Maria!" and a motherly looking part Italian woman emerged from the house. Casually draping an arm over her shoulders, Ponto made the introductions. "Maria has been working here for some months now. Milly decided she needed someone to help in the house. Maria helps out with my cleaning as well. We've become great friends." As he said that Maria looked up a Ponto and Caitlin thought that was a rather intense look for just a friend. As they were chatting Ponto told her that Cody Schmidt, the under Sheriff, had gone to New Zealand with Milly. He added, "Cody is now Milly's man, he lives here." Caitlin was startled. "My god, what has Milly been putting in the soup?" Two weeks later Caitlin receive a letter from her lawyers, confirming that progress on her instructions to seek a divorce from her husband Sepp Plum on favourable terms, and for Caitlin to retain custody of Anna, were progressing satisfactorily. Soon she would be free of the man who had revealed his darker side after marriage. She was tough, and had withstood the irrational and at times rather frightening behaviour from her husband for two and a half years. Then one day during an argument he'd lunged at her in a number of feints with a kitchen knife, laughing until he collapsed in tears. After Sepp left for work the following morning she packed and took herself and Anna away from the beast. As the days passed, Caitlin flourished in the familiar surroundings of her childhood home, and being with people who happily related to her and Anna. Soon she was herself again and felt old urges returning. She commenced an affair with the man that her father had left in charge of his ranch. The manager, Luke Rogers, revealed to Caitlin that he had been left money by his grandmother and he intended to move on to Colorado to look for a suitable ranch as soon as her father returned. He asked Caitlin to go with him, but did not pressure her to make a decision. Caitlin decided to wait until she could sit down with her mother and seek her advice. She and Luke rarely left the house. A week later Martha and Lukas returned from New Zealand, delighted to be reunited with their daughter and to see their granddaughter again. Martha was pleased but surprised that Caitlin seemed so well after her marriage breakdown but within a few hours had seen enough of the body language between her daughter and Luke to conclude that she should no longer be surprised by Caitlin's bouncy behaviour. Luke was paid off and left one evening without a fuss, watched by Martha and Caitlin who was holding Anna as he shook hands with Lukas. When he waved at the women Martha shot a curious look at her daughter to read her reaction, but Caitlin was calmly looking at Anna and attempting to get her to wave her chubby little hand at the departing Luke. The emotional attachments of young people seemed to be far less binding that in my younger days, thought Martha. The next day she visited Milly and the two women decided to have a welcome home party for Caitlin at Milly's place. The guest list they drew up contained the names of three unattached younger men. "Caitlin needs this sort of support," said Milly and was rewarded with a big smile from her friend and neighbour. A month later a pickup arrived outside the Bridger's home well after midnight. Martha answered the door. The caller was Luke. Over coffee he told her that he had bought a small cattle ranch and was working each day from noon to dusk on the neighbouring and much larger farm of an elderly couple. Six hours earlier that evening, the couple had sold him their property at a most attractive price in return for them being allowed to stay on in their house for as long as they wished. He said, "The two farms make quite a large spread so in time I'll be comfortably off. I've come for Caitlin and Anna if Caitlin wants to live with me. Do you think she will?" Tears streaming down her face Martha took him by the hand and simply said, "Be kind to her Luke. I'll go now and make you up a bed." Next day after lunch Caitlin and Anna drove off with Luke. Lukas and Martha stood hand in hand, waving goodbye. "She's the happiest she's been for a very long time, just like the days when she and Matt were together," sighed Lukas. Martha burst into tears and reached out to be hugged. *To Be Continued...*

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Title: Taste for the Flesh by Zorha Tags: Buck, Death, Domination/Submission, Gang-Rape, Gore, Horror, M/M, Rape, Vore (hard), Wolf Disclaimer: Wolf: It's what's for Dinner. Intrigued? Good my lovely Sprocket, because If I told you the recipe, I'm afraid might not finish this delicious and ghastly little tale. See that story tag that says horror? Good, so you know this grim little yarn isn't meant for kiddies, or those underage. There may also be a little (lot) of furry M/M smut sprinkled in for a bit of extra, saucy flavor, so if you don't have an appetite for such things, there will be no desert for you I'm afraid. Still here? Excellent. Bon Appétit. And please, don't forget your manners at the dinner table, and Do Not Taunt Happy Fun Ball(tm)!!! **Mores Lup?s - Act II** **Taste for the Flesh** **2006 by Eldyran** Athos pushed aside the fresh growth of brush in front of him with slow, deliberate paws, trying not to make the slightest sound. As the hot breath from his muzzle misted and hung in the crisp early autumn evening air in front of him, his blue eyes focused on the lake below him, and beyond the ridge of rocks circling it's crystal clear waters, a grandiose view of the distant Redcap mountain range. A gentle breeze carried up from the lake, taking his scent up wind from his quarry; the majestic male buck anthro below. Athos' muzzle parted slightly as he watched the buck bathe. Each time the buck kicked back his head from underneath the pristine surface of the water, his antlers threw back droplets of liquid crystals that glinted with tiny rainbows in the bright rays of the evening sun. Rivets of water flowed down his chestnut colored fur, which rippled under the lean layers of sinew and muscle underneath. The white wolf trembled slightly from the erotic scene, his loincloth tenting slightly as his sheath grew heavy with arousal. He was on the hunt, but the need he sought to satisfy was one of a different flesh. The lupine's nose twitched, catching the musk scent of the buck on the breeze. Reasons for the deer's solitary nature swam in Athos' mind, and he wondered if the buck had no herd of does to tend, or if he preferred other males. Athos grinned, his canine teeth glinting mischievously in the rays of the sun. If that was the case than this buck might actually enjoy what was about to happen. He secretly hoped so. He much more preferred it when his sexual prey eventually caved in to his insistent advances. His grin widened. Sometimes he liked to see them struggle against the inevitable as well. The black nose of the buck twitched once, and the deer morph froze, ears pitching back and forth, perhaps sensing the incoming ambush. A lanky, rust colored wolf sprang from the the concealment of the circle of rock outcroppings, the claws on his paws twitching with nervousness, and the buck twirled around in the water to face his attacker. Athos' head tilted slightly, curious and excited at the same time. Most deer would dive into the lake, into deeper water to elude the oncoming attack, but this one faced down his adversary. This hunt, would prove most satisfying. The rusty lupine stopped short of the waters edge, and his hind legs even took a few steps back as the cervine stalked his way towards the wolf, water dripping from his flanks in the process. The buck stopped at the lake's edge, snorted at the wolf, and stomped his hooved hind feet. The wolf's tail dipped between his hind legs a bit, but snarled and made a half hearted, coward's lunge at the buck. The two primal adversaries squared off for a bit, but it was obvious that the rust colored wolf was feinting a good majority of his lunges, staying well clear of the buck's antlers and hooves. Athos chuckled at his hunting gamma. Urex was never thrilled about making the first attack, but he proved himself to be quite a competent distraction for his black beta, Kryven, who was at this very moment creeping out from behind the some boulders behind the two. As he stalked the buck low to the ground on all fours in primal posture, a well crafted hunting knife weighed down his loin cloth, pulling it heavy to the ground. The buck morph sensed something was amiss, and twirled around to face the real threat. Kryven was prepared, and snatched a hold of the buck's rack with dexterous paws, pulling the buck off balance, their hind feet scraping the sand at the lake's edge. The alpha hunter found his opportunity, and the massive white wolf bounded down the hillside, his long twin head fur braids whipping about behind him in the rush of air. Things weren't going well for his beta, as the raven black wolf struggled with the larger, more powerfully muscled mass of the cervine anthro. Urex tried to tackle the bucks hind legs, but the foolish lupine soon found it to be the strongest part of the buck, and yelped repeatedly as the deer used its sizable lower body mass to whip the gamma back and forth like a rag doll. The two wolves fought with the buck, kicking up the sand from the lake's edge, before Athos lunged on the hind quarters of their prey, and his added mass almost caused the buck to finally collapse. Athos' claws sank just slightly into the flanks of the deer, small pricks of blood starting to ooze from the slight wounds, and the deer thrashed for a moment, before realizing that the three wolves were restraining him, not slashing or mauling him to the ground. As best as he could with the black wolf's strong grip on his antlers, he looked back to the larger white wolf with steel resolve in his brown eyes. Athos' blue eyes locked on his, and grinned as he quickly pushed down his loincloth, revealing his half erect wolf cock, which had been aroused from its massive sheath by the deer's struggles. The buck's brown eyes narrowed, and with a snort, yanked his herculean, masculine frame back and forth, fighting against this depraved violation. Athos pressed his hips to the buck's backside, his red tapered tip grinding up past the deer's ass crack, past the brown puckered hole, and pressed the soft white underside of his white tail up, smearing a trail of wet pre in it. The deer bucked harder, but this only illicited a moan from the alpha wolf, his muzzle parting, as the struggles of his captive prey only fueled his desire. He rubbed against the wet backside of the deer a few more times, before arching slightly, and resting his canine tip against the cervine's entrance, which tightened at the inevitable violation. The white wolf gave a deep throated groan of deep seated pleasure as he shoved his wolf cock deep into the wet fuck hole of the buck, the soft insides sheathing his hardness in so many indescribable, delicious ways. Before the buck could cry out as his insides were invaded, Kryven let his own loincloth fall to his ankles, the knife making a soft thud in the sand, and using his other paws grip on the antler's, forced the deer's muzzle on his own sizable wolf meat. The deer's eyes widened as the two wolves speared him, see sawing erotically, his body between them. Momentarily stunned from the unusual pediment, he almost didn't notice the third, rust colored wolf let go of his back legs, and crawl in position underneath him to thrust his needy and gaping muzzle over the buck's sheath and his thick, emerging cervine tip. As Athos thrust in and out of the buck's ass viciously, using each and every inch of the buck's depths to the fullest extent of pleasure, he moaned even louder as his ears picked up the slurping noises coming from his gamma, now directly underneath their prey. His blue eyes closed slightly from the knowledge that the buck was enjoying this, and was turned on to no end when he noticed the buck's struggles were in fact, starting to match their see-sawing rhythm. Oh yeah. The buck wanted this. He wanted this bad. When his eyes opened, he found the buck's own eyes looking back at him, his muzzle filled with slick wolf pole; the red, slick, and hard flesh sliding in and out of it in sensual motion. The buck's eyes were hard, so full of spirit, that Athos couldn't help but flash him a wicked smile as he deepened his thrusts into the hard body underneath him, accentuating the buck's rape. Kryven gripped the buck's head, and started to really bang away at the deer's muzzle, shoving his throbbing meat deep down the deer's throat. Kryven's own muzzle gritted in a snarl as his orgasm built, and his pants deepened, his amber eyes closing. Urex gagged underneath the buck as all the cervine length extended from its white furred sheath, the needy wolf's throat flexing around the girth as a steady flow of pre spurted down it. Athos' knot swelled and bumped up against the deer's tight pucker, and it took all of the alpha's will not to force it in. Even subjugated prey were unpredictable once the hunt was over, and it was dangerous to remain locked to something larger with hard hooves and sharp antlers. The sensations that built up within him made Athos grunt with each massive, jarring thrust, which now grew erratic. The unparalleled sensations in his throbbing member only increased as his furry, pulsing sacks twitched with thick, hot wolf seed. He rode the buck hard, feeling something within his prey twitch as his shaft ground against the buck's swelling prostrate. He thrust one final time into the buck, a primal howl erupting along side his long anticipated orgasm. As he coated the prey species' hot bowels with his thick predator cream, he heard Kryven own loud howl merge with his own, and the buck was now no doubt swallowing his beta's massive load. His gamma choked underneath the humps of the deer above him, and he pulled off the spurting cervine cock in time to get doused in the buck's own thick seed, the sticky goblets coating the rust colored fur of his chest and muzzle. A few moments later Athos released his grip on the buck's flanks and bounded a short distance away from the prey, his claws speckled with drops of blood. After Urex scrambled out from underneath the bucks hind hooves, Kryven pulled his softening wolf cock from his captive's muzzle and pushed the head away, leaping back in case there was some backlash from the buck. As he retrieved his knife and loincloth from the sandy shore, the trio regrouped, panting, watching the buck and what he would do. Instead of running, the buck just turned around back toward the three wolves, staring them all down, and snorting in defiance. Kryven growled low in his throat and pulled out the hunting knife, which glinted in the rays of the falling evening sun to the west. The buck stomped his hind hooves and snorted again, but before Kryven could leap and slash at the buck anthro, Athos pushed his beta back and made him lower the knife. "Let him go ..." Athos said, growling low in his throat at Kryven, who shot a defiant look of disbelief up at his alpha. Urex looked at the two wolves and whined, uneasy at the situation. Now was not the time for another contest of dominance between the two higher ranking males, this buck was bigger than even Athos, and obviously wasn't pleased about what they had just done. "Are we just going to let it go ...?" Kryven hissed back, fangs bared. His amber eyes shoot back and forth between his prey food and his contesting alpha. "Yes we are ... " Athos said with a grin, turning his head to look at the buck. "I think he's earned it don't you think? Besides ... I think we'll be seeing him again ... don't you think?" He said that more to the buck than to Kryven, but the buck just looked at him deadpan with those steely brown eyes and turned, walking away at a leisurely stroll. The three wolves watched the buck walk away in relative silence, unaware of the events that they had set in motion ... \* \* \* \* \* A few hours later the three relaxed at a cliff overlook that they tended to frequent after intense hunting sessions Athos leaned up against a fallen pine, watching the sun dip below the horizon to the far west. He stretched, his back and neck popping up the entire length of his spine. Kryven squatted on a boulder a few feet from the edge of the overlook, keening his precious knife with a sharpening stone. He looked none too pleased with his alpha, staring at the white wolf with a grim expression on his muzzle. Urex meanwhile huddled in the rocky dirt, trying to clean his matted fur of the buck's dried cum. The air was thick and filled with tension, and that made the gamma even more nervous than usual. "Hey guys ... um nice hunt, yeah?" The gamma said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. He looked back and forth between the two larger wolves, who continued to stare at each other. Athos never moved, or even flinched, but continued to smile his coy smile at his beta the whole time. Kryven's paw movements with the sharpening stone slowed, the grate of the stone's grit against steel the only sound in the uneasy silence. "Yuppp ... it was." Athos replied, never taking his domineering eyes off his beta. "Wouldn't you say so ... Kryven?" The black wolf said nothing, instead letting his slightly bared teeth and scrape of the knife speak for him. After a few more moments of tense quiet, Urex got up, shaking and walked away, not wanting to be anywhere near the fight when it happened. He didn't want to get involved, or have the fight spill over to him. He convinced himself that it was none of his business, and that he wasn't in fact, a coward. As he tried to nonchalantly slink away, he gave a half hearted attempt at justifying his shameless departure. "Well guys ... I'm off to bathe. That buck seed reeks, and you know how the pack Elders get when they find out we've been playing with our food ..." With that Urex disappeared down a bend in the trail leading up to the overlook, and breathed a deep sigh of relief when he was out of the edgy situation brewing behind him. His nostrils were so clogged with the scent of the buck's seed that Urex didn't notice the eavesdropper hiding along some of the bushes to the trail, waiting, and stalking with deep malicious intent. Up on the overlook Kryven watched the sorry sack of scat tuck his tail between his legs and flee the oncoming fight. As soon as Urex disappeared down the trail, the black wolf dropped the sharpening stone, stood up, and advanced on his alpha, knife out before him, threating. "Tell me ... why did you let the food go? We could have killed it ..." Kryven closed the distance between Athos, his steps calculating, deliberate. This was no game, but Athos continued to smile, despite the threats from his subordinate. "Our pack has plenty of food. The meat would have gone to waste." "*But ...*" Kryven whined, almost feebly, "... it was *ours* ..." The beta stopped advancing on his alpha only when the sharp point of the knife's edge sunk just a bit into the hard abs under Athos white belly fur. "... what gives *you* the right to let *my* prey go?" Athos' stomach muscles twitched a bit as the knife point pierced his skin, but the white lupine steel will never broke, and his demure expression never faltered as his own right paw slipped down discreetly and ran a claw up Kryven's inner thigh. "Kryven, is that all you think about? Killing? What about living?" Athos' icy blue eyes bore down into his beta, and his claw snaked its way up the fur of Kryven's sheath. "Forget about death for the moment, there are some many more *pleasurable* things we can do ..." His paw gripped his beta's sheath in his large paw and stroked it gently. Kryven's amber eyes quivered a bit, his paw's grip on his hunting knife faltering for a single moment, but thats all that it took. "Besides ..." Athos grinned, seeing his opportunity, and his other free paw shot out like lightning, twisting the wrist holding the knife at a brutal angle. The surprised, black lupine yelped out, taken totally off guard, and his paw had no choice but to drop his prized weapon. While he was stunned with surprise and pain, his alpha snarled at him, grabbed his neck, and forced him chest first up against the tree Athos was just leaning up against. The dominate white wolf never let his wrist go, but bent his arm brutally up behind his back, the alpha pressing his body mass against Kryven's backside, pinning him right up against the tree. Kryevn snarled at being tricked, and thrashed, trying to snap his neck back far enough to sink his fangs into Athos' grinning muzzle. Athos instead forced Kryven's arm up until he heard a sick pop from Kryven's shoulder, and the black beta yelped, whining from the agonizing pain. The larger white wolf used his larger, more densely muscled mass to pin his beta into total submission, and after a few moments, started to roll his hips up and down the subordinates backside. His muzzle dipped down besides Krven's black furred right ear, whispering gently into it. "... I'm your alpha, and you shouldn't question what I do or do not decide on. But you know ... I think my beta has forgotten his place, don't you think?" Kryven could only whine and shake his head back and forth, his forehead resting on the rough bark of the white birch he was pinned against. His dislocated shoulder screamed in fiery agony across his ragged nerves, and he jerked in surprise when he felt the dominate wolf's rough pads circle his sheath once more, stroking lightly. To his dismay, Kryven's pink, tapered cock tip emerged from its protective sheath, much to Athos' chagrin. "I know how much you secretly like this Kryven," Athos' smooth, mocking words cooed into the dark lupine's twitching ear. "Besides ... it's been a while since I bred my *bitch*..." Unable to stand the last indignancy, Kryven snarled and thrashed his way out of the pin with sheer rage, the pain in his shoulder only fueling his furious strength. Athos let his beta go and laughed heartily at his response, backing up and watching as Kryven snapped his arm around, throwing his shoulder joint back into place with a gut wrenching pop. Kryven said nothing to his alpha, but picked up his knife and stormed off down the trail, thick, hot tears of pain and shame threating to fill his eyes. Athos continued to grin and watch in smug satisfaction as his beta sulked off in defeat. His paw absently stroked his hardness that spilled from his sheath, just now realizing how aroused that little confrontation made him. He looked up to the stars that started to fill the darkened sky and thought of finding Urex. The gamma was a pretty piss poor hunts wolf, but he had ... his uses. Athos started his way down the beaten path, the rough paw pads of his hind feet thumping the hard packed, cool earth. The air had started to cool already, the moisture condensing in the air like a thickened vapor. The scent of the forest on either side of the beaten trail was earthy and refreshing, and Athos' nostrils flared to catch all the wonderful scents. He paused a short way down the trail when he caught the unmistakable scent of recent wolf and buck sex just along some bushes next to him. He grinned, and made his haughty way over to the edge of the thick bush line. Apparently Urex stayed to see what developed between his betters after all. *At least I won't have to go far to get my ...* Athos never finished the thought, as a pair of buck arms shot out of the dense undergrowth without warning and grabbed him, yanking the smaller predator into the bushes with a loud yelp of surprise. Athos thrashed about in the steel grip of the thick hoove nails, and his assailant took his skull and bashed it into a rock in the undergrowth, stunning him. Athos mind reeled from the pain, on the verge of passing out, and his strong body went lax for a moment, spilling to the ground in a somewhat upright heap. His attacker wasted no time, stooped over the dazed lupine, taking his skull in both front hoove hands, and speared the stunned wolf's muzzle with his thick, hard cervine cock. Athos gagged almost at once, his mind slammed back into focus as the immense buck girth cut off his airway, strangling him. The grip around the back of his skull tightened even more as the powerful hips bucked in hard rhythm, savagely muzzle fucking him. As Athos' body struggled against his stronger foe, his paws shooting up to grasp at the grip of the hoove nails, his mind fought to make sense of what happening. Some of it seemed in slow motion, the way the leaves and branches of the undergrowth brushed against his snout, obscuring his vision of his attacker. The way the hard pack dirt under his thumping, struggling form seemed to somehow hold him up. The way the his claws seemed to ineffectually rake the hard nails of the one above him, as well as how his scrambling hind claws raked the dirt underneath him without purchase. Other parts seemed to happen so quick his senses had barely time to register them in his overwhelmed mind. The brutality of the buck's snorts, the way the cervine pitched for breath as he humped his gagging muzzle, seemed to pass right through his twitching lupine ears. Athos' muscular upper body pitched back in forth in the titanic grip that shook him like a rag doll with inconceivable ease. The slam of each barbarous thrust ran acutely through the overloaded nerves of solid his frame; the bruising of his body and ego shook the foundations of his mind, and he scrambled, gurgled, clawed for his life. "How do you like it ... *WOLF*?" His assailant snorted out between deep intakes of air, his soft stomach fur slamming repeatedly into the wolf's already sore, bleeding, snot filled nose. Athos eyes widened as the realization of who was doing this to him dawned in his shell shocked mind, and his throat choked around the buck's invading flesh pole even more in desperation. The cervine seemed to snort in satisfaction at the lupine reaction, and his buck cock throbbed against Athos' swelling, bruised throat. "Yeah lupine ... swallow it *ALL*." With a final thrust, the buck buried his thick meat all the way down the heaving wolf's throat, and emptied his pulsing, heavy balls into the unwilling stomach. Athos barely had time to register the torrent of buck cream that splashed deep into his pitching stomach, as his vision swam before his eyes from lack of air, and he half passed out. The buck groaned out, forcing the almost unconscious lupine's muzzle lips up tight against the root of his sheath, until he was confident the cocky wolf had taken all of his massive salty load, and dumped the slack form unceremoniously to the torn up dirt below. Athos' body seemed to take in few shallow breaths, and it coughed up a small about of blood and cum from his abused throat. The buck placed one of his hind hooves on the chest of the nearly unconscious wolf. "Now ... I'll be here, waiting for you when you come back for more ..." The buck rolled the once smug and dominate white wolf over on to his chest and leaned down to whisper in his ear before walking off. "... And trust me ... you ... *will* ..." \* \* \* \* \* An hour later Urex looked up from watching a few females care for the latest batch of pups to see Athos stumble through camp, his fur filled with dirt, and his nose bleeding a bit. A few pack mates looked up from the fire and their basket weaving as well until the alpha hunter hunter stormed into his pyramid shaped tent and threw the entrance flap closed. Some looked over to Kryven, who seemed absorbed in hacking apart some small game he had just killed. The black wolf seemed less interested in cutting the meat off the bone than just hacking at the dead body over and over again with his precious knife. The rest shrugged and went back to their last duties before laying down for the remainder of the night. Urex didn't want to confront the sinister black wolf about what happened, but he felt safe inquiring to his alpha. Although he tried never to get between the two wolves, who always seemed to be confronting one another, he had never seen his alpha come back like this before. Maybe the hunting trio dynamic had changed, and if Kryven was the new alpha, it was in his best interest to find it out as soon as possible, and not risk accidentally stepping out of line in ignorance. Although he was somewhat genuinely concerned about Athos' unexpected and disheveled entrance, deep down he was looking out for his own best interest. No one else did. He crept lightly through the camp, the bright full moon above and the light of the camp fire illuminating his busy pack mates. The elders seemed to pay him no mind as he did so, absorbed in some talk of greater pack concerns. He made his way over to Athos' tent and opened the flap, peering inside. He made out the dim outline of his alpha in the darkness of the tent, but Athos didn't seem to be moving at all. "Athos?" Urex said softly. There was no response. Urex started to shake, suddenly afraid of what was going on. This wasn't like his alpha at all. Despite his sharp, acutely buzzing flee instinct, he slipped into the tent. He paused for a moment just inside the entrance, waiting for his alpha to acknowledge him. Aside from Athos' heavy breathing, there was silence. The gamma could smell the scent of rage rolling off his alpha in waves, but Urex sat down across from the white wolf. The rust colored, skinny lupine sat still in deep shadow, listening to his hunt leader's labored breathing, as if his lungs or throat bothered him. His bladder suddenly felt full, the muscles weak, but he forced himself to address his alpha anyway. "Athos ... are you ... still alpha?" Athos was suddenly upon him, snarling and slashing, his smaller mass knocked back to the ground. The gamma's bladder let go without warning, abject fear shooting through his frozen form. The weight of his alpha continued to pound him mercilessly into the dirt, claws and teeth ripping his fur and flesh. He yelped repeatedly, the pitiful sound much like a dog being kicked over and over again. "I *AM* alpha. I will *ALWAYS* be alpha." Athos roared out, the sound deafening in Urex's ears, which flattened against his slim skull. "*NO ONE* will take that from me ... you *HEAR* me?" Athos slashed, punched, throttled his gamma, caught up in an uncontrollable rage that Urex couldn't understand. Urex felt his fur mat down with his own warm, sticky, blood, and tried to curl into a ball as his alpha's bawled fists slammed again and again into his smaller body. With each solid strike into his battered form, he whimpered and yelped, wishing it would just end. "You whining *cunt*," Athos growled out, forcing his gamma on his stomach and painfully uncurling him, spreading his hind legs open "Don't you even dare hide whats *mine*!" Athos didn't even wait for Urex to beg, plead before he wrapped his forearms and paws around his gamma slim thighs, positioning himself above and behind his bitch. He hadn't even realized his length was rock hard until it sank into his gamma's clenched tail hole. Urex yipped as the dry length riped his sensitive, tight entrance wide open, howling out in indescribable pain. The smaller lupine squirmed in the tight, rutting grip of his alpha, which already started to buck into his screaming, bloody bowels. He had never seen his alpha like this, and thick, stinging tears of pain and fear fell to the blankets of Athos' tent. He writhed under the raging thrusts, choking on his tears and breathing in shallow ragged gasps. His one consolidation was that his numbing insides soon became slick with blood from his torn bowels, which eased he pain somewhat. Soon all Urex could feel was a massive hardness pushing aside his insides, and although the pressure was excruciating in its own right, it was nothing compared to the torment earlier. He looked down through his tears to his lower belly, which seemed to distend and flatten with rhythmic duplication. Athos mind felt blank, barely registering the uncontrollable rage that coursed through it. In the darkness, his ears picked up the sound of his short grunts each time he shoved his throbbing meat deep inside his squirmy bitch, and the whimpering of his slack gamma underneath him. The ropes of heavy lupine muscle drew tight against his bones, bulging obscenely each time he thrust into the breeding hole of his gamma. His body felt as if it was on autopilot, and it slammed, bucked into the bitch underneath it over and over again, pursuing the build up, rush of impending, inevitable release like a true predator. Athos' sharp teeth sunk deep into the scruff of his gamma, who yelped out again, this time much louder, and Athos was absently surprised to find the biting taste of iron on his gums. The thick, swollen flesh of his knot locked them together, and the sudden release of his potent seed into the slick, bloody bowels of his subjugated bitch registered vaguely in the back of his confused mind. He continued to fuck his gamma into unconsciousness, releasing a second, a third time, the anger boiling inside him refused to release his body out of its adamant clutches. He lost track of time, of how many times he came ... \* \* \* \* \* *Athos was back at the overlook, looking up at the full moon. He couldn't remember why he was here or how he had got here, but that didn't matter anymore. He was moaning, grunting. His body rocked back and forth, pitching gently under the larger form behind him. Athos' bushy lupine tail thumped against some tight abs each time the hard length deep inside him speared his quivering tail hole. His blue eyes closed in secret satisfaction, and his muzzle parted slightly in a deep groan of pleasure. A thick set of nail hooves caressed his furry cheek gently, hiding the mighty, reserved strength within their fingers.* "I knew you would be back ..." The words of the domineering cervine caused Athos eyes to shoot open ... ... to the darknesses of his tent. He was alone. Athos got up, pulling his loincloth up to hide, no, cover his arousal, and peered outside his tent. It was night again, and most of the pack was still asleep, some toiling about here and there, busy with some last minute task assigned from the Elders. The wolf shook the cold sweat out his fur and looked up to the dark new moon above, hanging in the star filled, cloudless night sky. The same dream. Night after night. Athos closed the tent flap to the cold outside and sat back down, huddling in his thick blankets like some pup scared awake from an unpleasant dream. He doubted his shivering had anything to do with the chill of the night outside. The dream wasn't that unpleasant, was it? Athos wanted to snarl, but instead found himself sobbing quietly so that his pack mates who were still awake couldn't hear him. Why was he feeling like this? Why did these aberrant desires continue to whisper their dark yearnings inside his heart? He was the pack's hunting alpha. Proud. Skilled. Indomitable. What was wrong with him? He huddled a bit longer in his blankets, trying not to understand what was taking hold of him. It had been days since the attack, and he feigned sickness rather than let his pack see him like this. He spent the time alone in his tent with his thoughts, which inevitably drifted back to what the buck had whispered in his ear so many nights ago. Why did it bother him? Was it because the buck was so unlike any other prey he had hunted? Was it because the Elders decreed it taboo to mingle with their prey, especially in *discrete* matters? He wondered where his gamma was. Normally he would have come in to check up on his sick alpha. He hadn't remembered seeing Urex since he left the overlook. He certainly didn't expect Kryven to give a damn. In fact, no Elder had even sent anyone to check up on him. Why hadn't he ever noticed this before? He stood up and paced for a few minutes, trying to burn off some nervous energy. He suddenly stopped and laughed to himself. He was acting just like his gamma. He laid back down and tried to go back to sleep, but restless thoughts kept leaping through his mind like deer in a rocky field. Prey. Predator. The lines were clear. Distinct. Prey fled. Predators chased. Prey died. Predators killed. Prey were consumed. Predators did the consuming. The Elders in his tribe knew better than to question the natural ways. Then why was he? He growled and shot back up, tried of this second guessing. He was the pack hunting alpha. He would go back to the overlook, and the prove to himself buck would not be there. If it was, he would simply kill it, and consume its flesh, as his ancestors had done for countless ages. He stormed out of his tent, and trotted up the hillside, his distracted mind oblivious to the flashes of lightning in the dark clouds streaking across night sky towards him. A short while later he found himself looking over the valley below. The overlook was just as he expected it, deserted. The sharp breeze from the approaching storm rippled the limbs of the trees and the thick layer of grass up here, and brought with it the scent of autumn rain. He sat down on the boulder and peered down at his pack's camp, the several fires still lit looked like small flickering candle flames. Those still awake would no doubt be running back and forth, stowing away perishable goods in tents to protect them from the ravages of the oncoming storm. Those asleep would be lulled into deeper dreams from the roar of rain falling outside their tents. He suddenly felt stupid, sitting up here, watching the flashes in the dark clouds above him, the deep bass of rumbling thunder rolling throughout the valley far below. Why didn't he want to be with his pack? Safe and nuzzled up against some warm pack mate, instead of sitting here on a boulder alone even now, as thick, errant drops of cold rain splashed against his fur. A bright flash of lightning tore through the clouds above his head, and a peal of thunder shook him so hard he felt it in his furry chest. Over the loud crack, Athos couldn't hear the clatter of a pair of hooves walk up behind him. He hung his head for a brief moment, then stood up, preparing to leave. He knew he wouldn't make it back in time to reach shelter from the storm, but at least the downpour would maybe wash these dirty feelings away. Why did he even come up here in the first place? A set of black nail hooves clamped down gently on his right shoulder. *"I knew you would be back ..."* Athos froze, his beating heart instantly turning to ice. His lungs tried to draw in a simple breath, but could not. The only thing his mind could process was the feeling of thick, flat nails digging gently into muscles of his shoulder, and the rush of wind rippling his white fur. The raindrops started to fall at a greater rate, splashing against his muzzle, but the only coherent thought that Athos could ask himself was why wasn't he running. Soft fur and solid muscle came to rest against his backside, but his mind tried to ignore the jut of sheath pressing right above his bushy tail. The buck spoke softly into his right ear, his hot breath tantalizing the wolf's senses, ensnaring his forbidden desires. "You don't have to speak. We both know why you are here. Don't we?" Athos' muzzle quivered, and he felt like he was choking. A part of him wanted to nod. Another part of him wanted to step off the cliff a few feet away rather than acknowledge what he felt creeping up from some repressed recess of self. He almost fainted when the other set of nail hooves wrapped around him to stroke his chest, the thick nails gliding through his white fur, now wet in some spots. "You don't have to deny it. It's just us up here. Those below don't have to know what your about to do ..." The cervine digits slid their way down his abs, the dull nails raking the taught skin under his fur. The palm rested flat against his lower stomach for a brief moment, lingering, teasing. The furry digits pushed down his loincloth, grasped his sheath and wrapped around it, stroking gently. The buck ran a flat thumb hoove over the bit of pink length already out, just over the tapered glans. Athos gasped out, and the buck snorted lightly into his ear, catching the lupine's loud exclamation of arousal over the incessant roar of the storm, which was now almost upon them. Athos looked down and watched as the periodic flashes of lightning revealed his glistening, wet member, and the cervine hand that encircled it, pumping up and down on the engorged flesh. Small spurts of pre shot out of his tapered tip, mixing with the cold rain that threated to break over them at any moment. Athos felt the world tilt, the strength going from his hind legs as his mind realized what he was allowing to happen. The buck released his shoulder and caught the swooning lupine around the midsection, holding his considerable mass up as if it was nothing. The ebony heavens opened up above, and through the electric wrath and booming voices of blasphemed gods, a curtain of bitter rain washed over them, soaking them to the bone. The white wolf writhed in the stronger embrace of the buck, relenting into proscribed taboo, moaning out in defiance of those above and below. "Now wolf ... lift your tail. I know you want this." Oh yeah. Athos wanted this. He wanted this bad The last bastion of will crumbled inside him, and his tail lifted slightly, still hesitant. The hard cervine length that had slipped out of the buck's thick, furred sheath grew impatient, and with the slightest repositioning of his hips, the buck used his engorged, stiff sex to move the bushy tail up and out of the way. The buck was pleased to see the wolf keep his tail up on his own volition. The tip of his hot cervine length pressed up against the muscular ring of the lupine's pucker, but the buck just held it the, both of his strong hoove hands resting up and under Athos' armpits for grip. "Show me how much you want this wolf." Athos whined slightly as the merciless rain continued to pelt him, and his ears flattened against his skull. He was so cold on the outside, and the buck's cervine cock was so hot. He wanted, no, *needed* it inside him. Athos leaned forward and pressed his hips backward. The fiery buck flesh parted his quivering entrance, the lubricating rain easing the slight sting as the sizable length slid deeper and deeper inside him. Athos moaned out as the buck's stiff cock parted his velvety insides, Athos never having anything this big, this good inside him before. Small bits of pine branches flew past them in the maelstrom, which still continued to climb in intensity. The buck withdrew slightly, reposition his front hoove hands for better leverage, and pushed in deeper, Athos' bowels sheathing his maleness in unequaled sensations. Athos growled, convulsed as the buck continued to push into him, the length never ending. A deep, almost painful pressure pushed against his stomach, and Athos cried out, almost a foot of cervine cock invading him. Athos barked when he felt the buck's hips finally come to rest against his backside, relieved. The buck withdrew again, slowly, before shoving it all the way back inside hard, and Athos gave a whimper of knife edged pain mixed with deep seated pleasure. The buck repeated this again, getting the wolf used to his massive member, before he really began to breed his bitch. Wasting no time, the buck's thrusts became more regular, less measured, and he let himself fall to his primitive instincts, his hips bucking into his ancestral adversity, mocking the natural order in defiant, primal rhythm. Athos howled out, his toned body shuddering, thick muscles flexing under the larger, more dominate .... deer. His head hung for a bit in the torrent of rain, realizing now and forever, he wasn't alpha predator anymore. He would never be alpha gain. Not only was he going to be someone's bitch, but he going to be a *prey's bitch*. The roar of rain and cracks of thunder drowned out the moan and grunts of the two creatures below, their bodies bucking into each other at an ever increasing, frantic pace. Another hard thrust from the buck sent shock waves rippling from deep inside, and each time the hard cervine shaft ground against his quaking, throbbing prostrate, it sent a gout of pre flying into the storm, which swallowed it whole. As Athos thrashed and howled out under the buck, his climax rapidly building deep within him, he suddenly didn't care about the natural order, or the Elder's sense of taboo, or even being ranked in his pack ever again. His insides clenched tight around the buck's rock hard, impaling sex, his bowel muscles milking every throbbing inch. His own prostrate twitched, the pressure, the pleasure unbearable, unbelievable, and his seed shot from his wolf cock, which jerked up and down in the frigid rain with each thrust of the deer behind him. His howl caused the buck to snort out and thrust into him hard, and Athos was suddenly filled with a thick, wet, warmth that spread deep throughout his insides, marking him. He was now prey bitch. And he *liked* it. The tempest beat against them, battered their shuddering forms for a few more moments, then just as suddenly as it began, died. The buck wrapped his front hooves around his wolf and held him up as the storm abated, the shared warmth of their hot bodies keeping nature's chill at bay ... \* \* \* \* \* Over the few weeks the pack noticed a marked change in Athos, who started to become more reclusive as time moved on. Others noticed that his now solo hunts bore no game, even through he reeked with the scent of deer. No one in the lower echelons of the pack had any idea something was amiss. The Elders, however, talked amongst themselves about the unfortunate situation, but kept their true concerns amongst their own ranks for the time being. Exile was considered. The Elders low key discussions didn't fool Kryven. Athos reeked of buck each time he came back from his clandestine hunts. The musk came from same buck each time. And he had smelled that same buck before. Now, as Athos crept out of camp in the early autumn twilight, his amber eyes narrowed after him in suspicion. He stopped decorating his hunter's knife with the hunt alpha mark and put away his wood etching tools for the time being. Even though the Elders discreetly promoted Kryven to replace his former alpha as hunt leader, Kryven still bore a deep grudge toward the white wolf. After stowing his tools and other gear in his tent, he searched the camp for Urex. He came upon Urex mingling with a few females, and helping to lay down the youngest pups for the evening, as well as making sure the yearling's were staying out of trouble. Kryven watched the rusty lupine from a distance as he tended to the pack's young. He shook his head, disgusted. The former beta had no idea why his predecessor had kept such a spineless teat on his hunting party. The black wolf already had three wolves in mind to add to his new, savagely efficient hunts team, and would cut Urex from it so that the gutless wolf could take his rightful place as pack omega. As Kyrven came up to Urex, he noticed the gamma still sported a few freshly changed bandages. Although he could have pressured the edgy wolf into spilling how he received such deep and grievous wounds in the first place, he frankly didn't care. The gamma looked up at the approach of his new alpha with a small amount of surprise, and not so small amount of repressed panic. "Kryven ... I was just ... umm helping ..." Kryven didn't feel like listening to the mongrel's grating whimpering more than he already needed to, and waved the twerp to silence himself. Urex closed his muzzle, but it quivered a bit, the lanky wolf now filled with deep apprehension. "Follow me, we're going hunting," Kyrven commanded, looking up the trail to the overlook. His gamma was about ready to question him, but a sharp look from the black wolf squelched any further uncertainties. Kryven stalked out of camp, up the trail to the overlook, and Urex skittered a short distance behind him, his large wolven ears flickering back and forth nervously. A short time later the lupine pair crept through the underbrush, listening intently to the many noises of the forest at night. Kryven dropped to his stomach and crawled underneath the low hanging branches of a large pine tree, waving for Urex to follow. The gamma scurried on his belly after him, coming to rest next to the larger black wolf. Kryven moved some of the branches obscuring his view of the overlook that lay just ahead, but otherwise said nothing. Urex looked back and forth between the black wolf and the dense wall of pine needles in front of him, but kept the relative silence intact out of an actute sense of self preservation. Urex started to get even more anxious with each passing minute, until he finally found enough courage to address his hunt leader. "Kyrven ... just what are he hunting?" The skittish wolf asked. A pair of low moans reached their keen ears, and Kryven cruel amber eyes narrowed, spying something through the dense pine boughs. His paws parted the obscuring branches, and Urex gasped from what he saw. He watched his former alpha lean over a fallen tree, his tail raised high, taking it hard from behind, grunting out from each deep thrust of the ... buck. Urex did a double take, unable to integrate what his disbelieving eyes saw in the dark, cool night before him. The Athos he knew certainly wouldn't raise his tail for any wolf. Let alone a deer. "We're hunting a traitor," Kryven growled low, claws sinking deep into the sappy bark of the branches he held in his paws. Urex continued to look back and forth between the unthinkable scene in front of him and his packmate, whining, unsure of what to do. After a few seconds Urex backed out of the tree without saying a word, unable to cope with the situation. Kryven watched the squirmy bitch leave, but didn't say anything. He turned back to his former alpha and his profane partner, teeth gritting in rage. His claws sank deeper into the meat of the branches, and he imagined the pine sap coating them was the white wolf's blood. He continued to watch the cervine hips buck into Athos' ass, driving his cervine sex deep within the wolf's tail in steady rhythm. His grim voyerism only fueled the anger that boiled up from deep within the dark pits of his psyche. He thought back to several weeks ago, when Athos had pinned him against the tree. Not only did he humiliate him physically, but sexually. Just one of many times. The branches snapped in his claws, but the amorous pair were groaning too loud to hear it. Athos disgraced him, and now he disgraced himself by allowing this prey to mount him. In doing so his former alpha humiliated him even further. Kryven would not let this stand. The Elders would stop at simple excommunication. Banishment wasn't enough. With a snarl, Kryven slid from his hiding spot and bounded back down the trail, his furtive mind already filled with intentions most sinister. Meanwhile, back up on the overlook, the buck pushed into Athos a final time before grunting in climax, flooding the lupine's ass with his seed. The white wolf collapsed forward on the fallen tree he used to steady himself, panting hard from exertion. After a few moments, his right paw found the splashes of his own cum on the barkless trunk in front of him. Athos scooped it up in his paw and offered it to the buck behind him, who cleaned off the salty, matted paw with a skilled cervine tongue. The two regarded each other for a few moments, before the buck pulled out of his lupine bitch. He sat down on the fallen trunk and took the white wolf in a tight embrace from behind. Athos was surprised from the intimate gesture, as their relationship had been one of pure sex up till that point. He suddenly felt awkward, and realized he knew nothing of his inter-species lover. "My name is Gorek," the buck stated simply, as if sensing his submissive's thoughts. The white wolf blinked back at the dominate deer, unsure of what to say. "My ... name is Athos," the hesitant lupine replied, but as if to re-affirm his attachment to his buck, pulled the cervine's warm, well muscled arms in closer around him. There was a brief moment of comfortable silence. "Your pack will start to wonder where you are ..." Gorek said, licking the fur of Athos' cheek gently. "Let them wonder," Athos shrugged, "I'm sure the Elders already suspect what's going on between us." His buck gave him a inquisitive look. "You don't care then?" "I'm sure they will banish me sooner or later. I haven't brought back my quota of game in weeks." Athos breathed in a heavy sigh, nuzzling against the larger frame of his buck. "You ... refuse to hunt now?" the deer inquired, maybe more than a little surprised. "Not small game ... squirrels, rabbits. I have to eat you know," he said, smiling back up into those deep, beautiful brown eyes. They were unlike any deer eyes he had seen before. They were soft, gentle, yes, but deep inside the black pupils contained something ... different. Darkly different. "Besides," Athos continued, "I've recently found other uses for deer flesh." The wolf grinned back and wiggled his furry rump into the crotch of the deer he sat in, nibbling on the fur of the buck's fingers playfully. "You would give up your way of life, the respect of your herd, just for this?" The buck asked, scratching his antlers on the limbs of a nearby tree. Athos kissed the buck on his soft, thick lips. "I think I already have." There was a brief moment of silence as they continued to hold each other. "Where is your herd?" Athos asked curiously, breaking the tender moment. The buck gave low, uneasy snort. "My herd was unable to deal with the strange tastes for the flesh that stir within me, so I left, and to this day have wandered alone." Athos listened intently to the other male's reply, but misunderstood its ominous double meaning. "And so now we both wander alone," Athos sighed, thinking of the long, lonely nights ahead of him. He suddenly jumped up out of the bucks lap and spun around, the expression on his muzzle animated. "Why don't we ... wander ... together?" The buck looked him up and down thoughtfully for a few moments, the soft chorus of crickets surrounding them in the chilly autumn night. "You would be willing to bed with me in the grass every night?" asked Gorek, "You would be willing to take the spurs of those who would be threatened by our union, even if it means our deaths?" Athos smiled back at him. "I would." There, under the star filled, ageless night sky, their simple vows exchanged, they embraced and locked lips. Muzzle to snout. Predator teeth scraped against prey teeth. Two primal heartbeats, once locked in eternal struggle, now beat together in fellowship. After several long minutes, Gorek broke the kiss, and looked down at Athos. "Tomorrow at dusk, meet me back here with whatever belongings you wish to bring with you, and we will leave this place. Perhaps we will find our own, secluded place somewhere on top of the Redcap mountains, just the two of us, with no one else." "I'd like that, Gorek," Athos said, tears threatening to brim in his blue eyes. "Then I will see you here, at twilight." Gorek said simply, turning and walking away. Athos watched his buck disappear into the forest. He stood there a long while after the buck had left, thinking of the words they had shared this night, before making his way back to camp. \* \* \* \* \* It was overcast the next day, and unseasonably cold. A few scattered snowflakes fell from the gray sky to scrape the top of the overlook, but Athos continued to sit vigil on the frigid boulder, listening to the wind howl through the valley below. He pulled his fur cloak closer around himself, his shoulder bag of belongings sitting on the frozen ground next to him. As couple of white flakes settled into his white fur, Athos watched the activities in the camp below with mild disinterest. No one said anything to him hours earlier as he packed his few meagar belongings and left their ranks. The Elders however, made it a point to watch him leave, a look of relief on their muzzles. He wanted to say goodbye to Urex, but the his former gamma saw his approach and fled to his tent, scared for some reason. He even tried to find Kryven, maybe to apologize to him for the way he treated the best beta he had ever hunted with, but the black wolf was nowhere to be found. Instead he left his former life with not so much as a word, and now, not a few hours later, it seemed like business as usual in camp. It seemed like he had never existed in their memory, and this saddened Athos for some reason. The white wolf had come up to the overlook early, anticipation buzzing steadily in his nerves. The dim rays of the twilight sun drifted through the heavy overcast to the west, turning the once vibrant landscape into a bleak gray shell of its former self. A few flakes drifted into his fur, melding seamlessly into the color, but he sat there, immobile, thinking of his past, and regretting far too much of it. Lost in thought, Athos almost didn't hear the soft sounds of paw pads behind him. It didn't dawn on the wolf that there was no clatter of hooves, but he wasn't expecting anyone else up here. He smiled into the wind. "I was wondering when you were going to show up." There was no reply. "About our last words. I meant every one of them." A pair of paws behind him started to tremble with fury. Athos continued, unaware of who was behind him, the gale blowing the blistering scent of rage and indignation away from him. The white wolf stood up from the boulder, and looked at the edge of the cliff a few feet away. To think two weeks ago he was tempted to fling himself off its precipice. Now, it seemed life his life had only just begun. "I'll never forget the look on your face when I spoke those words to you, before you left ..." Athos turned around, a small, coy smile on his muzzle. The sight of his former beta greeted him instead, and an overwhelming, stabbing pain that seemed to filled the void of his dumb stricken thoughts. His paws immediately flew to Kryven's own paw, pushed tight up against his stomach, but the trembling of the black wolf's muzzle, his amber eyes that burned with pure malice, captivated his numbing senses. His fur cloak slid down his back to the ground, small drops of blood on it. Athos' confused, pained, expression followed Kryven's arm, down to the wrist, and finally to the paw that gripped the wooden handle of his hunting knife. The serrated blade now buried deep within him. Athos' gave a low, quiet bark and his quivering blue eyes looked back up to meet his beta's amber pair, questioning, searching for an answer for this unforeseen betrayal. When Athos found none in the cold, hard, satisfied stare, he pulled backwards off the knife, its serrated edge ripping apart his insides. His paws clenched the ragged bloody hole left behind, ragged bits of his intestines still on Kryven's blade. His hind legs, suddenly weak, took a step back. And another. Athos teetered backwards on the edge of the cliff, before falling several hundred feet to the sharp rocks below. Kryven watched the gutless defector disappear over the precipice. A flood of emotions suddenly coursed through him while the snowy wind howled around him. Satisfaction. Regret. Compensation. Remorse. Peace. Strife. He stood there for several minutes, locked in place from the overwhelming flood, before finally cleaning the gore off his alpha's weapon on the material of his loincloth, and replacing it in his own sheath next to his. He turned to leave. A wall of antlers and solid muscle stopped him. Kryven's muzzle never had time to form even a shocked expression before the buck lowered his horns and charged, bellowing out his madness, his grief. Kryven yelped out as the large rack of horn scooped him up off his hind feet, and slammed him into the birch tree with bone crunching force. His breath knocked from him, the black wolf gave a wheezing bark, blood suddenly trickling from his nose and muzzle. Through blinding pain he looked down, and found the buck's antlers impaling him through the chest to the tree. His hind paws convulsed, thumped against the bark of the birch, dangling several feet off the ground. For several long moments all that accompanied the long howl of the wind was the sound of the former beta's gurgling whimpers as his lungs filled with blood, and the short, insane, grief stricken, hitching of the buck's chest. They regarded each other in the ensuing moments, their eyes only inches away from each other, one brown pair watching the other's essence slip slowly from them. In that amber pair, a slow realization, acceptance to the inevitable. The buck, impatient with the drawn-out process, reached to the dying alpha's weapon sheath, and took out the knife, slashing his belly wide open. Coils of slick intestine spilled out onto the frozen ground, steaming in the frigid autumn twilight. Kryven felt little of it, as his trembling, pinned body slipped quietly into shock. As the black wolf's life force slowly drained out of him, his feeble paws reached up to clutch the root of the buck's antlers, as he had done only a few weeks ago. Kryven's head slowly dipped, his bloody chin coming to rest against his perforated chest. His eyes trembled no more, the amber fire in them, extinguished. The buck stood there, unmoving, loud, broken barks of anguish escaping from his lungs. After a few minutes, the buck finally pulled his antler tips from the bark of the bitch, out of the black wolf's chest, and the limb corpse fell to the ground in a heap. The grief stricken cervine suddenly howled out, falling to his knees, his broken mind slicing itself on its many jagged fragments. The buck's bellows of rage carried down through the valley below, and several wolves looked up from their duties, suddenly afraid. After a long while the buck cries quieted, and with numb, hollow eyes looked at the knife he still held. He looked at the corpse laying in front of him, and the aberrant taste for the flesh came upon him again. But this time he could not stop it. He crawled over to the dead lupine body, and placed the knife's edge just under the black fur and tight skin, slicing upwards. His skill was crude, but he had seen it done many times to his brothers and sisters. He had all the time in the world. When he was finished he tossed the skin aside, drool falling out of his slack snout, and he lowered it to the exposed meat. His flat teeth encountered some difficulty, but the bitter tang that danced across his taste buds found no comparison. Still, after a few bites, the buck cackled madly. The taste of the flesh was too good to be savored alone. He sat back up and whiped the blood from his chin. He knew of a few that would appreciate the meat, and he would bring it to them. But first, there was a lot to be done. He looked at the strong, serrated edge of the knife, and brought it up to the root of his right antler. He began to saw through it, grimacing, hideous laughter filling the darkening night ... \* \* \* \* \* Urex watched as yet another round of his pack mates made their way to the fire pot. The rest of his pack continued to slurp their meal, some already on their third bowl. The pups especially liked tonight's meal, and the pack Elders found no reason to enforce rationing tonight, themselves giving into to the savory taste that came from the fire pot. He wasn't so sure, as the scent from the pot sent a shiver of his spine. Instead he crept his way over to Kryven, who sat just beyond the flickering glow of the cook fire. He sat down several feet away, worried that the black wolf still held a grudge over leaving him alone under the pine tree last night. When the wolf said nothing when he sat down, Urex became worried. He looked at the dim form huddled in the fur cloak before him. Although he knew it was Athos's cloak, he new better than to ask questions to his new alpha. Still, something seemed wrong. Kryven reeked of death and buck. He reeked so much of buck that his wolf scent seemed strangely masked, as if Kryven had somehow crawled up inside his dead prey. His skin and fur were torn in some places, and blood still matted his fur. Tonights solo hunt must have been horrific, as it almost seemed liked some parts of Kyrven's skin hung loose on him, and two large bumps jutted out from the top of his skull, tight under the skin. His hunter's knife seemed dull, and that wasn't like Kryven at all. Without saying anything, Kryven handed him a bowel. Urex sworn he saw hoove nails, but the lighting was dim, so he was probably mistaken. When he brought the spoon up to his muzzle and sniffed, Urex seemed hesitant. "What is it?" the gamma asked, placing the wooden spoon inside his muzzle. The buck smiled maniacally at the gamma from under the black wolf's skin. His brown eyes twinkled with mad glee as the lanky lupine seemed to savor the taste. "If I told you ... I'm afraid you might not finish it ..." **\~ Fin \~** First of all: Credit were Credit is Due. Many thanks to Hbruton, and her wonderful furry art series on which this dark tale is loosely based. Many muzzle licks to Lykos Bane, and the conversation that led to this twisted little yarn. If this meal left a unsavory taste on your palate, let me know! I'm always looking to improve my art of appalling the squeamish. \*Grins at you, yellow eyes narrowing\* It is after all ... what horror writers do ...

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Title: Meeting Ms. Write - Day 02 Tags: erotic coupling THE NEXT MORNING Mike woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. He made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then walked out into the suite to find Sarah. He saw Sarah was standing outside on the balcony in one of the hotel bath robes with the door open. Wearing only a pair of boxer briefs Mike walked out onto the balcony. Sarah seemed lost in thought and didn't hear him approaching. Mike wrapped her in his arms from behind pulling her to him. He nuzzled her neck and whispered "good morning" Sarah sighed into the hug and said "Good morning my sexy man. It is so beautiful out here." "mmmm you certainly are." Mike said as he started kissing her neck. Sarah felt a shiver up her spine when his lips contacted the spot on her neck that always drove her wild. With her pulse beating in her ears and her breath becoming shallow she pushed herself back into him feeling his growing erection. The feeling of his hard cock pressed against her started a tingling low down in her abdomen. Continuing to kiss her neck Mike reached down and began undoing the belt on Sarah's robe. "You must stop you naughty boy. Someone will see." Mike nibbled on her earlobe as he finished undoing the belt and whispered "let them watch" as he pulled Sarah's robe open exposing her breasts to the chilly morning air. Sarah gasped at the feeling and bit her lip while looking around to see if anyone could see her exposed like this. Mike reached up and began to caress her breasts and tweak her hardening nipples which caused Sarah's knees to buckle from the pleasure. Mike noticed Sarah continued to look around nervously and whispered in her ear. "Are you more worried about someone seeing us or you seeing someone actually watching?" as he continued to caress her breasts. Sarah whimpered "I don't want to see someone watching us." Mike remembering a scene from one of her stories involving the use of a blindfold and pulled the belt free from the robe and said "I can easily fix that." With that he used the belt from the soft cotton robe to act as a blindfold over Sarah's eyes and tying it in place. As he did this Sarah felt a tightening in her stomach and her level arousal went through the roof. Being blindfolded was one of her secret fantasies she had never tried before and now it was happening. Having her sight taken away made Sarah hyper aware of everything she was hearing and feeling. She could hear the sounds of the city from the streets far below as the city started to come to life in the early morning. She could hear birds starting to sing to greet the new morning in Central Park across the street. She could feel Mike's breath on her neck and the morning stubble on his chin as he continued to kiss on her neck. Most of all she could feel his large and powerful hands on her breasts which was driving her wild. Mike then took a small step back and removed his hands from Sarah. She was surprised by the loss of touch and started to look around despite the blindfold. Mike then surprised her even further by pulling the bath robe off of her completely leaving her naked and exposed in the morning air. "Oh my god!" Sarah exclaimed and moved to cover her exposure from the outside world. Mike was instantly back behind her "Don't you dare try and cover yourself. Let the world see how incredibly sexy you are right now. She bit her lip and slowly dropped her hands to her sides. "Mmmmm good girl." Mike growled in her ear. Sara was trembling. Was it fear? Excitement? Arousal? Her mind was at war with itself over the conflicting feelings. One thing she did know was that she didn't want these feelings to stop as she felt the tell tale moisture of her arousal pooling between her legs. "My god you are so sexy!" Mike whispered in her ear. "Any man or woman who might see you now would want you." Mikes words were like gasoline on a fire to her arousal. She was so aroused she could hardly speak but managed to whimper "please". "Please what my dear?" "Please touch me." Mike took his hands to her shoulders and with each finger touching her as lightly as he could he slowly trailed his fingers down her back and up her sides. Upon feeling his touch Sarah arched her back in anticipation and pushed herself back towards Mike's hard body. Mikes hands made their way along her rib cage and then started up towards her breasts. Sarah was shaking in anticipation and despite her efforts to remain quiet started groaning. "Please don't tease me." she whispered. "Patience my dear." Mike responded as he continued to slowly move his fingertips towards her breasts. Sarah felt her nipples hardening as Mikes fingertips gently circled around them but not actually touching them. Sarah thrust her shoulders back in hopes of forcing Mikes fingers onto her nipples that she wanted to badly to be touched but Mike simply moved them away rather than make the contact Sarah so desperately wanted. Mike the brought his fingers to Sarah's lower back and then started running his fingers down the cheeks of her ass in small circles then proceeding down to her trembling thighs. As Mike started to slide his fingertips up the inside of her thighs Sarah parted her legs hoping he would finally touch her. "I can feel how hot you are right now." Mike growled as he ran his fingertips around the outside of her sex still not making the direct contact that Sarah's body was screaming for. Sarah was in constant conflict now. She was normally a very vocal lover and the things Mike was doing to her would have had her loudly moaning but she remembered she was still on a hotel balcony where someone could hear her. Just as she thought Mike was finally going to slide his fingers into her he suddenly withdrew his fingers entirely and stepped back. "Nooooooo" Sarah pleaded as she heard something behind her. Mike had retrieved the robe from the ground and draped it over the cushioned recliner on the patio. He gently grabbed Sarah by the shoulders and whispered in her ear "come with me and sit down where I tell you. Sarah was hopeful that they were going to head inside the room but they stopped too soon and he told Sarah to sit. Sarah sat down and was confused what was happening. He leaned down and kissed Sarah passionately on the lips. Sarah nearly exploded into the kiss due to the built up tension but just as soon as it started to become really heated Mike pulled back. Sara groaned in frustration and was about to express it when Mike said. "Open that beautiful mouth my dear." Sarah slowly opened it and waited. Mike pulled his boxer briefs off and placed his hard cock in front of Sarah's open mouth. Placing a hand on Sarah's head he grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her forward until she felt the thick head of his cock touch her lips. Sarah immediately started to suck him and as she was about to bring her hands into play Mike said "No hands." Dropping her hands to her sides Mike moaned out "mmmmmm good girl." Those words had a power over Sarah that she didn't understand. Hearing Mike say them caused blood to flow to her already engorged labia and an increase in her arousal. She could feel her moisture seeping out of her like she had never felt before. Sarah focused her arousal onto the blowjob she was giving and worked Mike's cock back and forth in her mouth as deep as she could before coming all the way back to the head and then licking the head and the shaft before taking him back into her mouth. The next time she took him deep into her mouth Mike grabbed her head with both hands and held her there with his cock buried deep causing Sarah to fight the urge to gag. Sarah felt her eyes start to water and she whimpered with the need to pull the cock back out of her mouth so she could breath but Mike held her firmly on his cock. She was almost to the point of panicking before Mike released her head and she pulled back some and gasped for breath around the cock still in her mouth. "Sarah you suck my cock so well if you keep that up I am going to cum." Hearing this lit a fire in Sarah and she doubled her efforts on his cock. Mike debated on stopping her but he also felt the strong urge to cum deep in her throat. As he reached the breaking point he grabbed her head in his hand again and pulled his cock deep in her throat and released rope after rope of cum directly down her throat. Sarah was overwhelmed. She usually didn't like a guy coming in her mouth but the way Mike took control and gave her no choice turned her on incredibly. Finally after he was done coming Mike let go of Sarah's head and pulled his cock back from her mouth leaving a string of saliva and cum stretching from the head of his cock to her lips. Sarah caught her breath and reached for the belt of the robe acting as her blind fold. "I didn't say to remove that Sarah." She immediately dropped her hands like a child who had been caught trying to sneak a cookie. "Now it is my turn" Mike growled and pushed her back onto the recliner and pulled open her legs. Mike started to lick his way up her left leg causing Sarah to bite her lip. She couldn't get out of her head that they were outside on the balcony and it was a major distraction for her. She had never had sex outdoors like this before and she felt uncomfortable letting go to her passion in such a situation because she was concerned about how vocal she was during sex. Mike was kissing his way up her leg and could tell that something was off with her. "What is wrong Sarah?" he asked in concern. Sarah bit her lip in nervousness and said "I'm sorry I hate to but a damper on this but I am having trouble with the fact that we are outside like this and it is keeping me from relaxing and enjoying this experience. I'm sorry." Mike put a finger to her lips as she continued to apologize "It's ok Sarah. If you would feel more comfortable going inside then we will go inside." Sarah hadn't realized she was holding her breath until she relaxed and let her breath go. Mike then interjected "Of course, there will be some modifications to what I have planned. Do you trust me?" Sarah then gasped and thought about it and said "Yes. I trust you." Mike then stood and lifted Sarah to her feet leading her inside and said behind her ear "The bed is directly in front of you. I want you to lay on your back in the middle of the bed. Don't remove the blindfold." Sarah bit her lip and climbed onto the bed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts of what was about to happen. She had written scenes in her stories about being tied up in bed but had never actually experienced this fantasy of hers. She laid in the bed and could hear Mike rummaging around in the other room and then heard him walk into the room. "What a beautiful sight that is." Mike said as he approached the bed. Mike had gone to the closets in the suite and grabbed the restraints he had bought previously in hopes of this actually happening. He attached the padded cuff to her right wrist pulled her wrist up tying it to the headboard. Sarah gasped as she realized her fantasy was about to become a reality. Mike said "I know from reading your work that you included this so I assumed it was a fantasy of yours. Am I right?" Sarah swallowed hard and stuttered out a response of "ye...yes. it is." She heard Mike groan in appreciation as he walked around the bed and tied her right wrist to the headboard as well. "If anything gets to be too much I want you to say "popcorn" and everything will stop. Repeat that for me." Sarah swallowed and said "If I say "popcorn" everything will stop." Mike ran his hand down her arm to he breast and said "Perfect. Just perfect." Mike then used the remaining restraints to tie Sarah's legs wide open almost to the point of being uncomfortable. Sarah had no doubt that her entire body was fully exposed to Mike's eyes and it was like lightning had struck her clit causing her level of arousal to explode. She could smell her own arousal. Mike then ran a hand up her leg and whispered "Be right back." Sarah's mind was shocked "He's leaving me? Where is he going?" She started to say something and could hear Mike say from a distance away "Shhhhh, Patience Sarah." She could hear Mike rummaging around in the other room again. Mike approached the bed and the sight of Sarah tied spread eagle on the bed and his cock started to stiffen again. He leaned over the bed and applied a soul searing kiss onto Sarah's lips which she returned with passion. He then whispered "I am going to put a set of noise cancelling headphones on you so you won't be able to hear." and he placed the headphones on her ears. Sarah now was blindfolded and couldn't hear anything. She suddenly felt hyper sensitive to everything she was feeling. The cool sheets on her skin, the padded restraints tying her firmly to the bed. She could feel that Mike was on the bed then he felt his mouth take her left breast into his mouth sucking deeply. Sarah gasped at the sudden onset of pleasure. Mike quickly nibbled on the nipple and at the same time pinched the other nipple with his fingers. Just as Sarah started to arch her back into the pleasure it suddenly stopped and Mike pulled away. She waited with baited breath for Mike's next move but nothing happened. For what seemed an eternity Mike did nothing. Just as Sarah was about to say something she felt Mike's tongue touch her ass and slowly slide his tongue up between her lips. Just as his tongue began to inch closer to her clit and Sarah's body started to arch once again Mike withdrew. Sarah whimpered "nooooooooo." Mike sat back and watched as Sarah's hips writhed as if trying to hump an invisible cock and smiled to himself. He then went to the freezer and grabbed a glass of ice cubes and brought them to the bed. He waited a few minutes for the ice to start to melt a bit. Sarah continued to whimper in need. Mike then grabbed an ice cube and held it just above her clit. He could feel the heat pouring from Sarah as he waited and then a drop of ice cold water dropped directly onto her clit. "Bastard" Sarah hissed as a second drop came down causing her to flinch. Mike then took the ice cube and ran it over her nipples causing them to harden beautifully. Mike then blew air across Sarah's wet nipples causing her to gasp out "Oh god!". Mike pulled back watching Sarah grinding her hips into the bed searching for any kind of satisfaction. After a few minutes Mike slid a finger into Sarah's dripping pussy and reached up and pressed onto her g-spot. Sarah had never had anyone do this and she felt like she was going to explode as she exhaled "oh fuck! Oh fuck" Mike then withdrew the finger and rubbed the now soaking digit onto Sarah's anal opening causing her to gasp out "Mike! You can't do that!" Mike smiled to himself noting that she hadn't used the safe word. Mike could tell Sarah was very near a very large orgasm but felt it was much too soon so with a wicked grin he found a smaller ice cube and took it into his mouth taking off the rough edges of it and then without any warning slid the ice cube into Sarah's pussy. "Oh you fucking bastard" Sarah yelled as her body writhed with the immediate chill of the ice inside of her. Mike then took a second cube and slide it into Sarah's ass "Fuck!! Sarah exclaimed" Mike sat back grinning to himself as he loved the sight of Sarah writhing on the bed. Mike then went to the other room again to retrieve the bag of toys he had bought at a sex shop when he first got into town just in case an opportunity like this came up. Mike grabbed the flogger and walked back to the bed. Mike leaned over and gave Sarah another deep kiss and Sarah nearly came apart at the seams in passion. Pulling back away Mike started to lightly drag the flogger across Sarah's breasts just barely making contact with her. Sarah was mentally trying to figure out what Mike was using that was contacting her skin in multiple places at the same time. Mike slowly drug the flogger down Sarah's stomach watching her arch her body trying to increase the contact. Mike then slowly drug the leather straps across her swollen and drenched pussy causing Sarah to hiss out a "yessssssssss". Mike then pulled the flogger back and started with a twisting motion of his wrist to get the flogger to slowly spin in a circular motion. Sarah could feel the air moving across her pussy and it was driving her crazy with desire. Mike then moved his aim a little and while continuing to spin the flogger started making contact with Sarah's inner thigh. Feeling the impact Sarah yelped and then moaned out a "what are you doing to me?" Mike moved the area of the contact of the flogger up and down her left thigh watching Sarah writhe more and more in response. Once he had gone all the way to her ankle Mike stopped and watched Sarah squirm on the bed. After a minute Sarah began to calm down and the anticipation of what was coming next started to grow. Sarah then felt Mike sucking on her big toe causing her to gasp. Mike slowly kissed and licked his way up Sarah's left calf to the back of her knee. Sarah's skin was still warm from the flogger as Mike moved on to her inner thigh. As Mike neared Sarah's pussy he could feel the heat from her and the smell of her arousal filled his nostrils. Mike kissed his way to just below her soaked pussy and then suddenly stopped. Sarah moaned out a "Noooooo. Please don't..." before she could get the word stop out of her lips Mike began to tongue her ass. Sarah jerked at the sudden feeling and yelled "Of fuck Mike you can't do that!" Mike hearing this chuckled to himself and doubled his efforts sliding his tongue deeper into Sarah. Mike then backed off and again licked up from Sarah's ass sliding his tongue between her lips up to her clitoral hood. Mike then blew gently on her engorged clit causing Sarah's hips to jerk from the bed. Sarah moaned out "Please Mike! Please make me come. You are driving me crazy." Mike grazed her clit with his tongue and backed away causing Sarah to groan in frustration "Bastard!" Mike then picked up the flogger again and just as he had done on her left leg Mike started lightly flog Sarah's right thigh causing Sarah to gasp out "Of fuck Mike." Just like before Mike flogged from Sarah's inner thigh to her ankle before stopping. Sarah's entire body was covered in sweat as she panted with want. She anticipated that Mike would now start kissing and licking her. Mike had something else in mind. He started to twirl the flogger over her pussy. Sarah could feel the air moving across her lips and she swallowed hard. She thought to herself "he wouldn't actually hit me there would he?" No sooner had she finished her thought than Mike lowered the still spinning flogger to where it was now lightly slapping against Sarah's clit and lips. Sarah immediately yelled out "Oh fuck Mike. Oh fuck...oh fuck" Mike could see that Sarah was ramping up to a major orgasm and he abruptly stopped causing Sarah to again groan in frustration. Mike set the flogger down and then with no warning roughly grabbed Sarah's breasts and pinched and twisted her erect nipples. Mike then leaned down and sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth. At this point Sarah was almost a blubbering mess moaning incoherently. Mike sat back and watched for a couple of minutes as Sarah slowly began to come back down to earth. Mike stroked his cock to and climbed onto the bed. He climbed over Sarah's body and kissed her passionately feeling Sarah's groans in her throat. Mike then began to slap her clit with his hard cock causing Sarah to moan out "oh please Mike. No more teasing! Please". Mike kissed her again then reached up and pulled the headphones off and the blindfold off of her eyes. Sarah was overwhelmed with the return of the sound in the room and the room felt too bright. Mike whispered to her "Look at me Sarah." Sarah opened her blue eyes to see Mike right above her. As soon as she looked at him Mike slid his cock into her slowly and unrelentingly until he was buried in her and his balls rested against her. "Oh god Mike I am going to come!" Sarah yelled out. Mike kissed her as the words were leaving her mouth and then began to fuck her with hard firm strokes their bodies slapping together. Sarah screamed out her orgasm into Mikes kiss and Mike could feel Sarah squirt around his cock which spurred Mike on to increase the pace of his fucking her. Mike broke off the kiss and took a breast into his mouth. Sarah was thrashing her head side to side and groaning continuously and she immediately launched into another orgasm. The room was filled by the sounds of their bodies slapping together and the squelching sound of Sarah's sodden pussy being pounded by Mike's cock. Mike continued to fuck Sarah with hard aggressive strokes. Mike could feel his balls swelling and knew he was well on his way to a massive orgasm. Sarah had lost track of the number of orgasms she had and now it seemed like they had all joined together into one never ending orgasm. She had never experienced anything like this. She then heard Mike call out to her "Oh Sarah I am going to come." "Oh god Mike please come inside me. I want to feel you cum deep inside me." Mike couldn't hold out any longer and buried himself as deep as he could into Sarah and yelled out "Fuck!" as his cock erupted into Sarah with blast after blast of come. Sarah feeling her inner walls being splashed with cum was set off to an even more powerful orgasm screaming "Mike!" into the room. Mike felt his cock start to deflate inside Sarah and noticed she was quiet. He looked up and saw she had passed out. He then got up and removed the restraints from her wrists and ankles and turned her onto her side. He kissed her forehead and went into the bathroom to fill the large jetted tub with water. As the tub filled he went back to Sarah and she had a smile on her face in her sleep. Mike crawled behind her and hugged her to his body. Figuring enough time had passed to fill the tub Mike picked up her limp body and carried her into the bathroom and stepped into the tub. Mike sat back into the tub with Sarah leaning back against him. He slowly started to use a wash cloth to rinse the sweat from Sarah's exhausted body eliciting the occasional moan. After about 5 minutes Mike turned on the jets in the tub and relaxed himself. Slowly Sarah started to wake back up and was disoriented until Mike hugged her to him and whispered in her ear "Welcome back beautiful". "What happened?" "You passed out right after I came inside you." "My god Mike. That was the most incredible experience of my life." "It was pretty high up there for me as well." "I have never come so much and so many times before. It was like I couldn't stop." "You are incredible Sarah." "You have absolutely ruined me for any other man you know." "I am only getting started Sarah. It's only been two days and we are here for another 5 days." "Fucking hell! I won't be able to bloody walk if you keep this up." "Then I will carry you. I do have one suggestion though." "What's that?" "Why don't you check out of your hotel and stay here with me the rest of the week." "I would love that." With that they both settled into a nice long soak and both feeling relaxed ordered a late breakfast from room service and settled in for a nap since they had both been up so early and were physically exhausted. Sara had never felt so secure than she felt sleeping wrapped in Mike's arms. Chapter 7 - Mike meets with the publishers They were awoke to the sound of Sarah's cell phone ringing. They were both a bit disoriented and had no idea what time it was. Sarah grabbed her phone and said "Jesus it is noon!" Mike smiled and said "Well, we were both pretty tired." Sarah smiled and said "Yes, but I was supposed to call Diane this morning." With that she answered the phone. "Hi Diane. I am sorry I didn't call earlier." Diane laughed and said "I take it that your dinner went very well then since I have left several messages at your hotel?" Sarah wasn't sure if Diane was mad and stammered "Well, uhh, about that. I never made it back to my hotel last night." "Oh my, so I take things went very well then?" "Amazing." "Good for you!! I hate to rain on the parade but did you discuss the royalty issue with Mike?" "Yes, I did. He said he would sign anything you wanted him to waiving any claims on my work." "Wow, not every guy would do something like that." Sarah walked out of the bedroom and whispered "He's unlike any man I have ever met Diane." "Wow! Does he have a brother." Diane laughed then said "Our legal department has some standard waivers so nothing has to be prepared. Do you think you guys could come by my office around 2?" Sarah walked back into the bedroom as Mike was walking naked to the bathroom and asked if they could be by Diane's office by 2 and Mike said loudly "Well I had planned on keeping you naked all day and have my way with you some more but I suppose we could go out in public." Diane heard everything Mike said and audibly gasped and said "Wow, he sounds really sexy and let him know I appreciate the sacrifice." Sarah's face turned red as she answered "His offer was very tempting but business first." she joked. "I will see you guys at 2." Sarah walked into the bathroom as Mike was stepping into the shower and said "Do you know she heard everything you said?" Mike's head was leaned back into the shower spray and looked at Sarah and said "I hoped she did" with a devilish grin on his face. "Now put that phone down and get in here and join me." Sarah smiled and stepped into Mike's arms and they began to kiss passionately. Sarah pulled back and said to Mike "We don't have much time as I have to go back to my hotel so I can get a change of clothes and fix myself up a bit." Mike kissed her again and said "Why, you've never looked sexier than you do right now." and dropped his mouth to her breast causing Sarah to gasp. Sarah reached down to grab Mike's hardening cock and began to stroke it and squeezed it firmly saying "I am serious! We don't have much time so get this cock hard and back inside me now!" Mike was a bit stunned at hearing Sarah get this aggressive as it was unlike she had been in their numerous chats. Mike growled in her ear "Yes ma'am. Now turn around and bend over." Mike's words caused a tremor to travel through Sarah's entire body as she complied with his command. Mike ran a finger along her lips and could feel that she was already wet. "Mmmmm, god you are sexy Sarah." Sarah looked back over her shoulder and said "I want you inside me now. Don't make me wait." With that Mike grabbed his cock in his hand and slid the head up and down her lips spreading her wetness and then slowly slid his cock all the way inside her. Sarah's head dropped down at feeling Mike's substantial cock sliding into her again and let out a groaned "Oh fuck you feel so good inside me." Hearing that Mike began to slowly slide in and out of Sarah. Sarah started to thrust her hips back at Mike clearly telling him she wanted him to pick up the pace. Mike grabbed her hips in his hands and began to fuck her firmer and at an increased pace. "God yes Mike. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" Mike decided to give her what she wanted and taking a risk pulled his right hand back and smacked Sarah's ass with a loud smack in the tiled shower. Sarah had never been spanked during sex and it was something of a secret fantasy that she hadn't even put into her stories because she was worried it might be too kinky. Her reaction was an instant moan of approval and Mike followed it up with another spank causing Sarah's check to begin to blossom with a pink color. "Oh fuck Mike keep going" she groaned and dropped a hand to her clit. She could feel Mike's cock swell inside her when she said this "Mmmmm somebody likes me talking dirty." "Jesus Sarah how do you keep getting sexier and sexier?" Mike gasped. "You bring these things out of me now keep fucking me and fill me up. Remember we don't have much time." With that Mike started to fuck Sarah at a faster and faster pace his hips slapping into Sarah's body and he continued to spank her ass. Both of them were ramping up to a orgasm. Mike wanted to make sure that Sarah came before him so using the wetness of the shower he quit spanking Sarah and slid his thumb into Sarah's ass. The effect was immediate "OH FUCK MIKE!! Nobody has ever done this to me before." with those words Mike felt her internal muscles clamp down on his cock and his thumb as she imploded screaming out her orgasm. It was all too much for Mike and he started shooting rope after rope of come into Sarah. Feeling the hot liquid hitting her inner walls triggered another orgasm in Sarah that left them both panting in exhaustion. Sarah started to slump to the floor and Mike pulled her back up to him hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. "Stay with me sweetheart." Sarah shook her head and smiled saying "You are amazing Mike. I have never felt anything like the way you make me feel." Mike hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear "Neither have I Sarah. I had what being with you would be like built up in my mind and the reality is far beyond what I could even imagine. Now lets get cleaned up and get you back to your hotel." Sarah smiled and said "Yes I need to get changed." Mike put a finger under her chin and said "No Sarah. You need to check out of the hotel because you are staying with me the rest of this week." Sarah looked into his eyes and felt her heart flutter. How could Mike have such an effect on her in such a short period of time. Realizing she hadn't said anything in too long she said "Oh, yes, and check out of the hotel too." Mike called the driver from last night and was happy to hear he was available today. He arranged for them to be picked up in 30 minutes. Then he heard from the bathroom "Oh bloody hell." He walked in and Sarah looked upset. "What's wrong?" Sarah looked at him and said "I don't have anything to wear but the dress I worse last night which didn't exactly get hung up properly when we got back here last night" she said smiling. The dress was hopelessly wrinkled. "I can't wear this out in public. It screams "I just got shagged and am doing the walk of shame." Mike chuckled and said "Well I can confirm the shagging but I certainly hope there is no shame." Sarah smiled and said "No shame whatsoever my lovely, but that doesn't resolve the clothing situation." Mike went to the closet and found a pair of sweats and a shirt for Sarah to wear to her hotel. "Here just wear these. Only one catch though." "What is that?" Sarah asked. "If you wear these you can't wear anything underneath." Sarah gasped "Go out in public without a bra and panties? I can't do that!" Mike chuckled and said "Sure you can it is just down to the car and through the lobby of your hotel." Sarah blushed and bit her bottom lip knowing wearing Mike's clothes naked underneath would have her incredibly horny. "I suppose that will work." They finished getting ready and headed down to the car. Sarah knew it was foolish but felt like everyone that looked at her could tell she was naked underneath the long shirt and sweats she was wearing. Mike had his hand on the small of her back guiding her through the lobby. She realized that one benefit of being with a guy Mike's size was people seemed to always move out of his way. They got to the car and Sarah recognized the driver from the night before and looked down to avoid eye contact slightly embarrassed by her conduct in the car last night. Riding through traffic Sarah felt like all of the vibrations of the car went directly to her clit. By the time they got to her hotel she could feel herself dripping down her leg. They made it back to her room and she was almost embarrassed by the size of her room compared to Mike's. Mike asked if she needed any help getting packed and Sarah declined because she hadn't really even unpacked much. In what seemed like no time she had changed into a nice summer dress and low heels and was packed. She went to pick up her suitcase and Mike insisted on carrying it. They made there way back to the car and the driver loaded the bag into the trunk. They arrived at the publisher's office with 15 minutes to spare. Mike asked the driver to take her luggage back to his hotel and they would find other transportation to get back since he had no idea how long this would take. Chapter 8 - Publisher's Office Mike was holding Sarah's hand as they sat in the waiting room when he looked up and Sarah smiled standing up and said "Hi Diane, this is Mike. See he does actually exist." Mike stood up and Diane eye's got wide with how tall he was. "Nice to meet you Diane. I understand you have some paperwork I need to sign?" "Sure, follow me to my office." As they sat down in front of her desk Diane, she asked Mike to tell her a bit about himself. Mike gave her the brief run down of his life in California and how he came across Sarah's stories and how they hit it off. "Mike, I want to be 100% sure that you understand that signing these agreements means you would be giving up any claims to being paid for any of Sarah's works you helped her with. Even if her book turns out to be a smash hit." "I understand completely Diane. The work is completely Sarah's effort I just gave some helpful suggestions here and there and a guy's perspective on certain situations. As for her book becoming a smash hit I would not be surprised in the slightest if it does. I think her stories are incredible." "I agree with you." "Have you read all of them then?" "Yes, I have. After I was given her assignment I looked up her stories on Literotica and read them all." "Had you heard of the sight before that?" Mike asked. Diane blushed a bit and said "Yes, I was already familiar with the site and read it from time to time." "Any favorite authors on there?" "A few, but that is a bit personal isn't it?" she smiled, Mike smiled and said "I apologize if that was improper." Sarah chimed in "You should read some of Mike's stories on there. They are really hot." Diane was surprised "You write too?" "From time to time. It is a hobby of mine. They aren't anywhere near as hot as Sarah's work." "Don't put yourself down Mike." she looked at Diane and said "His stories are incredible. They are a bit different from mine but I think they are hot." "So what is your name on Literotica Mike?" "Well it is a play on my last name, Woodmania is the name I use." Diane's eyes widened a bit but she didn't let on that not only was she familiar with Mike's stories she had read all of them several times each usually while using her vibrator. "Well, now that I have signed everything are we done? I have some plans for Sarah and I today." "Oh, we have plans?" Sarah asked. Diane had still been a bit stunned from learning of Mike's author identity and stammered out "oh...yes...we are done but I should get your phone and email information in case the legal department has anything else they want. You guys have a nice day. Sarah we will probably want to meet again tomorrow to finalize some things. Say 3 pm tomorrow?" They went back down to the street with Mike leading Sarah by the hand. "So what are these plans you have for us?" "I thought you might enjoy a day at the Metropolitan Museum." "Oh, that sounds lovely I had hoped to go there while I was hear." "I think you will find it...stimulating" Mike said with a grin. Sarah was about to ask him what he meant but a cab had stopped for them and they got in. On the way to the museum Mike pulled Sarah into a kiss which quickly became very passionate. Mike pulled back a bit and whispered "So are you feeling adventurous today my goddess?" "Mmmmmm with you I feel like every day is an adventure." "Well then may I make a suggestion?" "Sure I am getting tingly just thinking about it." "I want to put this inside you." Mike reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the small vibrator he had bought. "What is that?" "It is a small vibrator. I want you to have it inside you while we walk around the museum." "I can't do that Mike!" Sarah gasped "I can't walk around with a vibrator buzzing away inside of me all day. I would be moaning and screaming all day." "It won't be on full blast all day. Just a low buzzing to keep you turned on the entire time." "I'm always turned on when I am with you Mike." "You don't trust me?" "Of course I trust you Mike. For goodness sake you have had me tied to the bed. I have never done that with anyone before and certainly wouldn't have done it if I didn't trust you." "Then trust me on this. I just know you will love it." "Oh...ok Mike. Hand it to me and I will slip it inside me in the bathroom when we get to the museum." "I have an even better idea. Mike slid his hand up Sarah's thigh under the dress." Sarah gasped "Mike, what are you doing?" "I think you have a pretty good idea what I am doing." As he said this his fingers reached her panty covered pussy. Mike could feel the heat coming from Sarah." "My god Sara, you are on fire." "Oh god Mike, touch me" Sarah whispered looking to see if the cab driver could hear them but he appeared to be completely uninterested in them. Mike slipped a finger inside Sarah's panties and slid a finger up her lips feeling her wetness. Mike then pulled the panties to the side and slid the vibrator into Sarah and it was like a dam burst as her juices began to flow onto Mike's fingers. Sarah audibly groaned and noticed the cab driver look in the rear view mirror and Sarah looked away blushing. Mike then put her panties back in place and gave her a small pat on it and kissing her ear whispered "mmmmm good girl." Before Sarah could even respond the cab came to a stop and they were there. Mike paid the driver and got out of the cab and took Sarah's hand helping her out of the cab. Sarah was surprised to discover that she was a bit unsteady on her feet. Mike noticed and said "Are you okay babe?" "Yes, just getting my bearings and ridiculously turned on right now." Mike led her up the steps to the museum and paid their admission and they entered. They grabbed a map and Mike asked "What would you like to see first?" Sarah looked at the map and while she was looking Mike pulled up the app for the remote for the vibrator on his phone. Sarah was done with the map grabbed Mike's hand and started to lead where she wanted to go. Right as she started to walk Mike gave the vibrator a pulse using his phone. Sarah stopped in place and looked back at Mike with her eyes wide. "What are you doing you naughty man?" she asked smiling. Mike smirked and said "I have no idea what you are talking about." Sarah gave him a disbelieving look before she turned and started walking again. As they got to the gallery she wanted to see she stopped in front of the first painting she sighed and said "This is so lovely Mike. Thank you for bringing me here." Mike was watching Sarah more than the art work and simply said "Yes it is lovely." and reached into his pocket to give Sarah another pulse on the vibrator. He watched Sarah bite her lower lip and close her eyes and then take a deep breath before turning to look at Mike "You are driving me crazy" she whispered. "I had no idea that art would have this kind of effect on you" Mike said smiling and winked at Sarah. She smiled back and moved to the next painting. This pattern continued as they walked along the exhibits with Mike giving her an occasional pulse with the vibrator which always stopped Sarah in her tracks as she tried to stay quiet. They then found themselves alone in one alcove of the exhibit. Mike walked up behind Sarah and hugged her and kissed her neck. Sarah groaned quietly at the kiss. Mike then reached into his pocket and slid his finger up the screen increasing the vibrator to its max setting. Sarah leaned back into Mike letting out a audible moan. Mike then started sliding his finger up and down the screen which gave Sarah wave after wave of pulses. She whispered "Oh fuck Mike. I can't take much more of this." Mike returned the vibrator to the lowest setting spun Sarah around and kissed her deeply taking her breath away. She could feel Mike's erection in his pants which only added to her arousal. As Sarah started to really ramp up the intensity of their kiss Mike pulled back and said "Let's see more of the museum." Sarah's mouth dropped open a bit in disbelief before following Mike. They were both getting a bit tired of walking and a bit hungry so Mike suggested they stop at the café and have a nibble. He told Sarah to grab them a table and he would acquire some food and something to drink. As he waited in line he saw Sarah sitting at a table looking out the windows into Central Park. With a grin he pulled out his phone and began to send pulses to the vibrator again. He saw Sarah's head drop a bit as she grabbed the table. It was clear she was struggling to stay quiet. Mike lowered the vibrator back to low and saw Sarah relax. Then he turned it all the way to its maximum setting and watched as Sarah stiffened in the seat and rubbed the back of her neck. Mike chuckled to himself and reduced the vibrator again as he ordered a sandwich, chips and a couple of drinks for them. He got to the table and said "Are you ok darling? You look a bit flush...are you getting too hot." Sarah scowled at him and said "You utter bastard. You are so not playing fair." "I am quite certain I don't know what you are talking about" Mike responded smiling. "Bullshit!" Sarah responded but couldn't help but smile back at him and then said "Just remember that payback is a bitch you wicked, wicked man." They then enjoyed their snack and each other's company. "Are you having a good time babe?" Mike asked "It is wonderful to see all of these fabulous paintings but being on the edge of an orgasm all day is a bit distracting." Mike smiled and said "I will make a you a deal." Sarah looked at him arching an eyebrow "And what would that be?" "I will give you choice." "Why do I think there is a catch here?" Sarah asked smiling "I will not turn the vibrator up the rest of the time we are here." "Aaaaaaand?" Sarah asked "The only requirement is that you give me your panties." "MIKE" she gasped. "I can't walk around here without my knickers. I would be dripping down my leg and people may see it." "Suit yourself my dear, just be prepared to have a few orgasms as we walk around then." "You wouldn't...would you?" No sooner did she get the words out of her mouth than Mike started to pulse the vibrator again but this time didn't stop after a few moments. Sarah found herself ramping up to what she could tell was going to be a substantial orgasm. "Please Mike, I can't possibly stay quiet if you keep this up." Mike simply smiled at her and turned the vibrator to maximum power. "Oh God!" Sarah gasped and grabbed the table with one hand and Mike's arm with the other. Mike leaned over to her and whispered "Come for me my dear. Make all the noise you want. There isn't anyone that close." Sarah looked around and dropping her head to arm to try and muffle it as much as possible moaned out "Oh fuck! I'm coming!" as her body was racked by spasms her legs opening and closing beyond her control. Seeing her coming back down Mike turned the vibrator back to the minimum setting. Sarah was breathing hard, her face and neck flushed red. Mike leaned towards her and kissed her and said "My God you are sexy as hell when you orgasm." Biting her lower lip she looked at Mike and said "I cannot believe what you do to me. Please no more Mike. I can't take it." Mike smiled and said "I told you what it would take to make it stop." Sarah glared at Mike and decided it was time to turn the tables a bit "Fine." With that she reached under her skirt and to Mike's surprise pulled her panties off in the middle of the café and dropped the soaking panties in front of Mike on the table. Sarah smiled at the wide eyed look of shock on Mike's face and smiled and said "You look surprised" Mike collected the panties in his hand and put them to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Pleasantly surprised." Sarah feeling suddenly powerful reached across and grabbed Mike's cock in his pants making sure he was good and hard and said "Let's go see more of the museum." and got up and walked away. She knew there was no way Mike would be able to walk around without his hard on being quite visible. She watched Mike approach and looked down and said "Perhaps the tan pants wasn't such a good idea today naughty boy." Mike looked down and could see the wet spot on his leg from his cock leaking pre-cum. Sarah laughed a bit and grabbed his hand and they continued through the museum. Mike and Sarah walked the museum hand in hand and were thoroughly enjoying each other's company. Sooner than they would like it was announced that the museum would be closing so they made their way to the exit. As they got outside Mike asked her "What would you like to do now? Up for a walk in the park?" "It sounds lovely but my feet are killing me." "How does going back to the hotel and a nice soak in the tub sound." "Heavenly" Mike flagged down a cab and off they went. Unlike their previous rides which turned into make out sessions they simply sat next to each other with Sarah resting her head on Mike's shoulder as he ran a hand up and down her arm. They didn't know it but at the same time they both thought "I don't know if I have ever been this happy." Chapter 9: A Relaxing Evening They walked into the hotel together with Mike with his arm around Sarah and Sarah leaning against Mike smiling contentedly. They were alone in the elevator and Mike pulled Sarah to him and tenderly kissed her wrapping his arms around her and they continued to kiss until they heard the elevator ping and were surprised to see they were at their floor. Mike escorted her into the room and put the do not disturb sign on the door and locked it. He turned and saw Sarah was looking out the window at the view of the park. He walked up behind her and hugged her. "I want to thank you for today. It was incredible." "You are welcome beautiful but the day isn't quite over yet. I will get the tub ready for us." "Sounds perfect." Mike walked into the bathroom and turned on the taps to fill the tub. Once the water warmed he inserted the plug so the tub would fill. He then lowered the lights in the bathroom and added some soap causing the water to start to bubble. Turning around Mike was stopped in his tracks to see Sarah walking towards him naked with a look on her face that caused Mike's cock begin to swell. It might have been the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life. "My God you are gorgeous." "Thank you my lovely, but you are seriously over dressed." Mike began to unbutton his shirt and Sarah grabbed his hands and said "No. Let me." Sarah then began to slowly work each button on his shirt slowly but deliberately. As each inch of skin was uncovered it she kissed it softly then peeled the shirt off his arms. Dropping to her knees before him she then untied and removed his shoes then peeled each sock off his feet. Looking up at Mike and biting her lower lip she grabbed his belt and began to unbuckle it. Then she worked the button and zipper on his pants and could tell Mike was already hard looking down on him with lust filled eyes. She then pulled his pants and his underwear down. Mike's hard cock caught in the waist band before slapping free and bobbing before him. Sarah grabbed it and gave his cock a lick then stood before him and they pulled each other into a kiss. Mike then stepped into the tub and helped Sarah in as well. He sat with his back to the tub and Sarah sat between his legs and laid back onto Mike's chest. They both relaxed feeling the warm water ease their tired muscles. Mike reached over and started the whirlpool and wrapped Sarah in his arms. Sarah moaned "Oh this is just wonderful." Mike kissed the top of her head and said "I completely agree." After some time Mike began to take handfuls of the water and dribble it across Sarah's breasts her nipples hardening. She leaned back into him further looking up at him and whispered "Please kiss me." and reached up pulling Mike's head down to hers. The kiss started softly but quickly became more passionate. Mike was now running his hands up and down Sarah's arms and then cupped her breasts in his hands. Sarah could feel Mike's cock firmly between them. Sarah moved forward in the tub pulling Mike towards the center of the tub. She then spun around and sat on his lap facing him as they wrapped each other into an embrace and continued to kiss passionately. Sarah reached down grabbing Mike's cock and positioned it at her entrance and sank down onto him causing them both to groan. They then sat with Mike fully buried inside of her and just kissed and enjoyed the moment. Occasionally one of them would thrust a bit into the other but they were just enjoying the feelings that were flowing between them. Looking each other in the eye they could each see the depth of their feelings for each other. Sarah then started to squeeze Mike's cock using her internal muscles in continual rhythm that was slowly building them both towards an orgasm. No words were spoken just sighs and moans filled the room. Mike cupped Sarah's face in his hands and pulled her into a deep kiss and began to thrust into Sarah from below timing them with her squeezing onto him. This wasn't the frantic sex they had shared previously. Both of them felt something deeper at work here. Sarah leaned her forehead onto Mike's and whispered "oh Mike this is amazing." Mike hugged her body to him and continued to work his cock up into Sarah causing her clit to rub on his pelvic bone. Sarah could feel her orgasm begin to build and moaned "Oh God Mike please keep going." Hearing this Mike pulled Sarah harder into his lap increasing the pressure on her clit. Sarah's eyes rolled back in her head and all she could do was moan. Mike could feel that he wasn't going to last much longer and started an almost feral growl in Sarah's ear. They locked eyes and Mike moaned "come for me Sarah. I want you to come." Hearing those words triggered something in Sarah and her orgasm exploded inside of her causing her to bite onto Mike's shoulder to stifle her scream. Mike felt Sarah clamp down hard on his cock and just as Sarah started to come down from her orgasm Mike groaned loudly and began to shoot rope after rope into Sarah. Feeling the incredible heat of Mike's sperm bathe her inner walls sent her back over the edge and into another astonishing orgasm. Both feeling exhausted Mike leaned back into the tub with his head resting just above the water line pulling Sarah down with him. They trembled in each other's arms and lovingly kissed each other. Neither could find the words to adequately describe their feelings in that moment. They simply looked into each others eyes and smiled. After catching their breath and relaxing a bit Sarah giggled and said "We should get out of the tub or we will turn into prunes." Mike chuckled and said "I agree but you have to get out first. You're kind of on top of me." Sarah laughed and stood up and helped pull Mike to his feet. Mike pulled her into a kiss and said "Let's take a quick shower and then order some room service." "Sounds splendid." They stood in the tub and exchanged a deep kiss then Mike started the shower and adjusted the temperature before pulling Sarah in to join him. They embraced under the cascading water and lost each other in a deep and passionate kiss. Sarah then pulled back smiling and said "Wasn't the purpose of getting into the shower and out of the tub to keep from becoming giant prunes?" Mike chuckled "When I get you naked in my arms I can't help myself. I just wanted to rinse off a bit. I will let you finish and go order some dinner. Any requests?" "I should be sensible and order a salad but for some reason I have built up a big appetite today so I am thinking a big juicy cheeseburger." "You just continue to blow me away." "Let me finish this shower and I will blow anything you want." Sarah replied with a sexy smile on her face. Mike's jaw dropped and he sat there stunned before muttering "If I don't leave this bathroom right now I may never leave." Mike pulled on a pair of shorts and grabbed the room service menu. He was just finishing the order when he saw Sarah walking into the room. Rather than use one of the hotel's bathrobes she was wearing one of Mike's white button down dress shirts. Due to the fact that she hadn't buttoned any of the buttons it was apparent it was all she was wearing. She walked into the room and sat back on the couch smiling at Mike who was still on the phone and then said "I'm sorry what? Oh, yes, please that will be great thank you." Sarah chuckled "Were you distracted by something?" "Just a vision of beauty wearing one of my shirts." "I hope you don't mind." "Of course not. Although I will have to buy a new shirt." Confused Sarah asked "Why would you need a new shirt?" "Because I will never wash that shirt again so it will always smell like you." "You are crazy. Very sweet but crazy." Mike sat next to Sarah on the couch and put his arm around her and pulled her to him with her head resting on his chest. They must have nodded off a bit because Mike was awoken by the knock on the door from room service. He woke Sarah up and told her she should go in the bedroom while the room service waiter came in. Sarah started to get up and then a smile came across her face and she sat back onto the couch making sure that the shirt opening showed as much as possible without displaying her full breasts and she turned her legs so just her hip was showing so there was no question she was naked. Her heart began to beat faster in a mix of fear and excitement. She had never done anything so daring before. She could hear Mike's voice talking to waiter saying "just bring the table in here by the..." Seeing Sarah displayed on the couch he never got the last word out. The waiter, who looked like a teenager said "where did you want the table sir?" Then looked up seeing Sarah and his jaw dropped. Both Mike and the waiter were standing there stunned and Sarah smiled and acting like everything was normal stood up and said "Oh good. Our dinner is here. I am really hungry." Mike saw what she was doing and simply smiled. The waiter still stood there with his jaw hanging open. Mike nudged him and said "over by the couch is fine." and signed the bill giving the kid a good sized tip and he left. "Feeling a bit naughty my dear?" "I was. I even surprised myself. I've never done anything like that before." "Interesting. I am apparently having a bad influence on you." he said smiling. "I believe you are...and I like it." Sarah said and dropped the shirt off his shoulders. "Let's eat before the food gets cold and before we get carried away." They then sat beside each other and enjoyed the food. Mike turned on the TV and while flipping around the channels he came across the film Notting Hill. Remembering that during their chats they had talked about how much they enjoyed the movie he set the remote down. Hearing Hugh Grant's voice Sarah looked up and saw what movie it was and smiled saying "Oh this is just perfect." They finished their food and Mike pushed the table back into the hall way and came back. He sat back on the couch and Sarah slid over to wrap herself in Mike's arms and rest her head on his chest. They both let out a contented sigh and Mike kissed the top of her head and whispered "This is couldn't be any better." "Mmmmmmm I absolutely agree more." When the movie ended Mike grabbed the remote and turned the television off. He extracted himself from Sarah's arms causing her to groan in dissatisfaction. Mike then reached down and picked Sarah up and walked her into the bedroom. Sarah started to kiss his neck and run her hand up and down his chest. He set her on the bed and kissed her then pulled back and said "I don't know about you but I need to use the facilities." "Yes, I do as well but you go first." As Mike walked to the bathroom Sarah laid back on the bed looking at the ceiling thinking to herself "Could this be any more perfect." Then it occurred to her that their time together was limited and a frown crossed her face. Just as quickly she thought to herself "I will worry about that at the end of the week. Until that I am going to make the most of each and every moment with Mike." Mike finished in the bathroom and walked out wiping a towel across his face. "Your turn goddess." Sarah got up and walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Mike kissed her back and then as she walked away gave her a spank on the ass causing her to jump. Sarah looked back at him surprised and then smiled turned around and as she was walking away she reached back and slapped the other cheek. She could hear Mike mutter to himself "Fuck that was hot." and she walked the rest of the way with a little extra sway in her hips. Mike went around the room dimming the lights to a romantic level and thought to himself that their week together was going by so fast. Going into this week he hadn't really thought of what they would do when the week was over. Now he found himself thinking about Sarah going back to England in a few days and him back to California and a feeling of sadness started to set in. He shook his head and said to himself that there was plenty of time to deal with that later and he wasn't going to let this ruin their remaining time together. Just as he made this mental decision Sarah came out of the bathroom walking to him a vision of beauty. Looking at her he said "Come here beautiful." Sarah smiled and walked into his arms as they met with a kiss. They had experienced some very wild sex during their time together but all Mike wanted to do now was take his time and make slow passionate love with her. He reached down grabbing Sarah's ass and picked her up surprising her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Mike walked to the bed continuing to kiss her and slowly lowered her to the bed and gently pushed her onto her back. Mike then kissed his way from her lips gently pulling her bottom lip with his teeth and then kissed along her jaw bone to her ear. Sarah began to moan and run her hands up and down Mike's back her legs around wrapped around Mike's hips. Mike began to nibble on her ear lobe which brought about a louder groan from her. This was one of the things that really turned her on and she could feel how wet she was already getting. She wanted Mike inside of her but could sense that he wanted to take his time. Mike slowly kissed down her neck to her collar bone and brought a hand up to cup her breast as he brought his lips to the other breast which caused Sarah to arch her back pushing her chest to meet him. Mike then sucked her hard nipple into his mouth and gently began to use his teeth on it eliciting a gasp from Sarah. Mike quickly wet the fingers on his other hand and brought them to work on the other nipple. Sarah's head was tossing back and forth as she moaned Mike's name. "Please Mike, I want you inside me." she gasped. "Mmmmm patience my dear. I am only getting started." "Oh God" she gasped. If he was only getting started she wasn't sure she could take much more before an orgasm tore her apart. Mike kissed across her chest to the other breast and began to work on the other nipple eliciting even more moans from Sarah. Mike then removed his right hand which was cupping the breast he was sucking on and slowly trailed it down Sarah's body just brushing his fingertips down her body. Sarah took Mike's head in her hands and started to apply some pressure to push his head further down her body. As Mike's hand got down to her mound he could feel the heat radiating out of her. Just when Sarah thought Mike was going to slide a finger into her lips he deviated his path and ran his fingers down her thigh. "Please don't tease me. I don't think I can take it." Sarah pleaded with him. This brought a smile to Mike's face and he started to kiss his way down her body stopping to slide his tongue into her belly button bringing a gasp from Sarah. Sensing where Mike was headed Sarah opened her legs in hopes of Mike sliding his body between them. Mike could feel Sarah's wetness against his chest and immediately started to slide his tongue down her body. Finally Mike took up position between Sarah's thighs and pulled back a bit to take in the beautiful sight of Sarah's pussy in full bloom with her arousal. She was literally dripping wet. Mike saw a drop of her essence slowly sliding down towards her ass. Mike couldn't resist and slid his tongue to Sarah's clenched rosebud which immediately brought out an "Oh fuck Mike" from Sarah. He gently pushed his tongue in a bit causing Sarah to clench tighter. Mike could tell she still wasn't comfortable with ass play and slowly slid his tongue to just below the source of the moisture. Mike used his thumbs on each side of Sarah's lips to fully open her up to his tongue. He began to kiss and lick his way up one lip to just below her clit and then kissed and licked his way down the other lip denying any contact to her clearly throbbing clit. Sarah moaned "Please don't tease me Mike." "But you cum so much harder when I tease you." Mike said looking up at her from between her legs. Sarah responded by wrapping her hands into Mike's hair and pushing her hips up to meet his tongue desperately wanting to feel him on her clit. Mike knew exactly what she wanted and slowly kissed his way up to the base of her clit. Rather than touch her clit though Mike pulled back a big and blew air directly onto her clit bringing a flinch from Sarah's hips "Please Mike. You are driving me crazy." Mike lightly flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and stopped and chuckled "Good" which brought a hissed "Bastard" from Sarah. Mike then sucked her clit into his mouth and bean to flick it quickly with his tongue. After only a couple seconds Sarah's orgasm exploded causing her to yell out "OH FUCK YES!!" Sarah's legs were quivering as her orgasm began to subside and Mike went right back to work on her clit and slide a finger into her searching out her g spot. Sarah felt another orgasm ramping up faster than she anticipated and her body started to thrash beyond her control. Mike sucked her clit into his mouth again and this time bit down gently onto her clit and at the same time slid a second finger into Sarah throwing her over the edge with an even larger orgasm. Mike knew she had another orgasm in her and didn't slow down his efforts. Sarah was reduced to making nothing but groans and grunts and was completely overwhelmed by Mike's efforts. She didn't think she had another orgasm left in her. Mike then surprised her as he took his other hand and wet his fingers in Sarah's flowing juices and slid his index finger down and slowly started to slide it into Sarah's ass causing an immediate reaction of "Gahhhh." To Sarah's surprise she felt another, even larger orgasm erupt from her body. As her body went into spasm Mike smiled as he felt Sarah squirt around his fingers and onto his chest. He slowly wound down his efforts to allow Sarah to ramp back down and catch her breath. Mike slid his way up her body and Sarah pulled him up into a kiss tasting herself on his lips. She wrapped her legs around his hips and whispered "My God the things you do to my body." Mike reached down grasping the base of his cock and aligning it with her before gently and slowly sliding his way inside of her "Yessssssss." Sarah hissed. Mike slowly started to slide his cock in and out of her going a little deeper with each thrust. After what seemed like an eternity Sarah felt Mike slide all the way inside of her their pelvic bones meeting and Sarah could feel his large balls resting against her. Mike kept his cock buried in her to the hilt while they shared a deep and passionate kiss. Mike grabbed Sarah's hands with his and their fingers entwined which made them feel like their connection was at an even deeper level. Sarah could feel Mike's cock throbbing inside of her and she clenched her muscles around him to squeeze him in time with the throbbing. Mike started to slowly roll his hips and saw his cock in and out of Sarah. They kissed and kept eye contact. This was feeling different to both of them as their pace didn't start to ramp up like they usually did. It was slow, gentle and loving. After several minutes Mike wrapped her in his arms and rolled Sarah on top of him. Sarah placed her hands on Mike's chest and began to grind down on Mike. Mike's hands fell to her hips and gently guided her in her movements. Their movements were unhurried both wanting this to last as long as possible. Mike ran his hands up to her breasts and cupped them causing Sarah's head to fall back and bringing a moan from deep in her throat. Sarah then leaned forward into Mike's hands increasing the pressure on her breasts. This also allowed more movement of her hips as their passion began to build. Sarah could feel an orgasm building and her movements became a bit more frantic and she dropped her body down onto Mike. Mike feeling that was wanting more rolled them over so he was again on top. Sarah then surprised him and crawled out from under him and got onto her hands and knees looking back at Mike over her shoulder. Mike ran his hands over her ass and couldn't resist the urge to bend down and slid his tongue into her causing a gasp. Mike then got into position behind her. Sarah reached down between her legs and guided Mike's cock into her. They both groaned at the new feeling and Sarah dropped her head to the bed and began pushing her hips back to meet Mike's thrusts. Mike began to use long firm thrusts into Sarah. With each thrust it seemed like her hips dropped a little further towards the bed until she was flat on the bed while Mike continued his thrusts. Both of them groaned with each thrust. Mike felt his orgasm ramping up but continued with the same firm thrusts. He leaned forward and whispered into Sarah's ear "You are so fucking hot. I want you to come for me." "Oh God Mike. I am so close." "So am I." Mike started to thrust a bit harder and could feel Sarah squeezing down onto his cock. "Oh jesus Sarah. I can't last much longer." "Oh Mike, keep going." "Come for me Sarah." Mike then started to increase the speed of his thrusts as he struggled to hold off his orgasm desperately wanting Sarah to orgasm before him. "Oh fuck Sarah I can't hold out much longer." Hearing the desperation in Mike's voice triggered something in Sarah and she immediately began to orgasm screaming out his name. Her muscles clamping down onto Mike as her orgasm hit was the final straw and Mike growled and buried his cock as deep as he could into Sarah and began shooting rope after rope of cum into Sarah. The feeling of the hot semen hitting her inner walls caused Sarah's orgasm to go to another level and her eyes rolled back in her head. When Mike's orgasm finished he struggled to keep his weight from crushing Sarah below him. He grabbed her and rolled her onto her side with his cock still buried inside of her. Mike reached down and pulled a blanket over them and wrapped her in his arms and they shared a kiss before sleep overtook them both.

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Title: Hotel Encounters Ch. 03 Tags: redhead, bar manager, office sex, hotel, swimming pool, masks, halloween, mother, being watched, glass walls For the past two years I’ve been running a hotel bar called CC’s. Lately it’s become the place to be, and despite the added headaches, I think it’s great. Halloween was a big night for us. The party was packed before ten, early for any club to be busy. Everyone was drinking, dancing and checking out the costumes. It was a real madhouse. Around midnight a woman came in alone, not really wearing a costume but showing lots of flesh in her skimpy black lace dress. A big, feathered mask covered most of her face, but her eyes were wide and a dark green. Nothing about her seemed familiar and she looked just a little overwhelmed. I assumed it was her first time in our rowdy little bar. She was one hot little damsel in distress. I kept her in sight the rest of the evening, until a scuffle at the pool tables caused me to lose her in the crowd leaving at bar close. I knew she would be long gone by the time we finished up for the night. I tried to concentrate but curiosity and frustration made it hard. Finally, I gave up, gathering all the money and paperwork to take to my office. I would lock it up and try to finish it in the morning. My office is on the second floor of the hotel overlooking the indoor pool area. One whole wall is glass allowing you to see most of the indoor rooms, the pool and the hot tub. There are times when I’d just stand there and watch people, observing how they act, entertaining myself with their antics and stupidity. I unlocked the door but didn’t bother to turn on the lights. I intended to put the stuff in the safe, shut the door and leave. Some drunks were messing around in the pool, their shouts causing me to move towards the glass to see what they were up to. I don’t know if she came in the open door behind me or if she was already in my office somehow, but by the time I noticed her she was almost touching her body to my back. I managed, just barely, to keep from jumping in surprise. I’m no virgin, and I’ve done some pretty kinky stuff, so I was sure I could handle whatever it was this woman was offering. Still, I almost panicked when she took two steps back and to the right, afraid she was going to bolt, when I noticed that with no lights on I could see her reflection in the glass very clearly. She didn’t say a word, just smiled at me below that mask. Her hands moved behind her back and a moment later her dress pooled around her feet. What she had on would’ve brought any man to his knees. A black lace garter belt held up her stockings, but that was all she had on under there. Her body was curvy in all the right places. Mile long legs made even sexier by black stiletto heels. Large, rounded breasts capped off by thick, pink nipples. Everywhere I looked I saw pale, smooth skin. All the way down to her small v-shaped pussy. The woman never moved, that smile still on her lips. It must’ve taken guts but I wasn’t going to play her game. I had one of my own forming and it would be much, much more fun. I needed to see just how far this one would go, see how brave she really was. When she opened her mouth to speak, I shook my head no. Those red lips immediately closed. I have a lot of willpower but it was still hard to look away from her to stare at her reflection in the glass. I never took my eyes off it as I motioned her closer, moving back so she could slide in front of me, her back to the glass. From that vantage I could see her curvy ass and slim back, her curly red hair falling almost to her dipped in waist. The skin on her upper body was beginning to flush with heat and I knew from experience that the glass would be cold. One finger on her chest was all it took to push her up against it, hot skin meeting cool smoothness causing some breathy sound to rush out. She swallowed, her throat working slowly, the first sign of nerves I’d seen in her since she’d first walked in the bar earlier. It pleased me in some slightly sadistic way to know I’d done that to her. I thought about ripping the mask off her face, but only for a second. It was definitely more interesting to let her keep it on. It was rude to not look directly at her but she’d started something and she would have to decide just how far she was going to let it go. Gripping her wrists lightly, I raised them to my shirtfront, placing her fingers near my buttons. She took the hint and wasted no time getting it off of me. The game must’ve become clear because she lowered her arms to her sides when she was done, waiting for me to show her what I wanted next. I placed her hands again and she took her time unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs. I hadn’t put on any shorts that day and after getting my shoes and socks off, she stood, careful not to brush against my very obvious erection. Out of pure meanness, I pushed up against her belly but still didn’t look right at her. After a minute she pushed back and I stopped immediately, stepping back out of range of her skin. It was punishment for daring to move. A slight bit of pressure on her shoulders had her dropping to her knees, her mouth already opening in invitation. I gave her an inch, feeling her tongue flick at my head before pulling back. The next stroke in I gave her the entire head to lick and suck on for awhile before pulling back out with a faint popping noise. Her frustrated moan amused me so I waited a bit before letting her have what she wanted, practically forcing myself past her lips until I hit the soft flesh at the back of her throat. To her credit she didn’t gag, just worked me quickly, as if she were afraid I’d take her toy away again. I let her do what she pleased, enjoying how talented she was as she sucked, licked, and teased me with her tongue. After awhile it became too hard to focus on the glass. Hell, too hard to even keep my eyes open. Control was slipping away making me wary of messing up my own game. Pushing into her mouth one last time was a mistake. I pumped a little too forcefully, causing the back of her head to thump against the window, loudly. The drunks below heard the noise and stopped what they were doing, looking up at the glass and yelling, the words too far away to understand. The woman looked shocked, and I realized she didn’t know it was one- way glass. We could see them but they couldn’t see us. I could tell by the expression in her eyes that she was both terrified and excited by the thought of them seeing us fuck. Liking the idea more and more, I grabbed her arms, pulling her up and around, making her face the glass and the leering men below. Needing them to keep up the ruckus, I took and smacked her palms hard against the window, pushing at her back so that her breasts flattened on the surface. She made sounds of excitement combined with a touch of shame. Really hot noises. Taking a couple of steps back, I pulled her hips towards my body, forcing her to spread her legs to keep her balance. I held on, slamming into her with enough force to cause her forehead to bump the glass. The men below cheered, not really knowing what for. I fucked her hard and fast, making sure her head tapped the window often. Once when she tried to look away, I grabbed a handful of red hair, forcing her to keep her eyes on those drunks below. It didn’t take long for her to understand the effect of being seen on both of us. Things got pretty wild, both of us unable to do more than grunt and growl. When she came, her fists pounded the glass while her body bucked and her tight pussy throbbed around my cock. As a finishing touch to her smutty humiliation, I waited for her to finish convulsing around me and pulled out, pushing her back down to her knees and stroking my cock until my cum sprayed her face and chest. For an added touch I let some fly onto the window, the fluid leaving streaky trails. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone dress so quickly, but it was fun to watch. She fled down the stairs, the drunks in the pool sending out some cat calls and requests for what I’d gotten upstairs. I was still laughing after cleaning up and finishing my paperwork. Unfortunately, all fun costs something. A few days later I headed towards the front desk to get some change and chat with my friend Mary, another redhead who just happens to be the General Manager, and my boss. A woman was seated in front of Mary, the two of them talking excitedly. Something about the younger woman struck me as familiar, her hair matching Mary’s. However, I couldn’t place her from the back. Mary waved me inside and I entered, the woman turning to look at me. It was the masked woman, no doubt about it. Her face turned a pretty pink color before she turned away to focus on Mary once more. I waited patiently for an introduction and got my first real shock since that night. The woman I’d fucked like a whore in my office was Mary’s kid sister, Kate. Needless to say neither of us mentioned that we’d ‘met’ before. But, later that night after bar close, Kate knocked on my office door. I expected her to stammer or something female like that, beg me not to say anything to her sister. Instead I got my second shock. She merely stood there looking calm and poised, took off her clothes and let me fuck her on my desk. I really like Kate’s style.

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Title: Double Jeopardy Tags: chain slave, punishment bench, alpha delta, voice murmured, genuine smile, sex jake, jake smile, nodded miserably, forward voice, promise jake *DOUBLE JEOPARDY by Moxy Irish MMM/FF, machine/F. Futuristic spanking erotica. Spanking threats, discussion, fantasy, spanking, spanking w/implements, spanking by machine, D/s, sexuality, oral sexuality, anal sexuality, plot development I’ve been mulling over aspects of this story idea for a while. I’ve always been afraid that I couldn’t write sci-fi into spanking erotica. I hope I pulled it off. If you like it let me know and more will be coming. This, like my other submissions is a \*rough draft\*. Like the others, several more parts will be written and it will be subject to editing and re-writes for illustrated print publication as a novel or novella this year. All characters are the property of Moxy Irish I hope you enjoy the story! Mox* I. Tuesday morning-4-17-2074 Captain Jake Navarro strode down the marble floored hall of the American section of the International Earth Planetary Alliance government building. His green eyes were hard as he moved towards the IEPA office that he was forced to visit twice a week. He hated the mandatory meetings with the civilian Director. The only positive thing about them was that she was easy on the eye. He glanced at his watch. It read 0830. He had been up for hours, not having slept after a night of surveillance, and he was dog tired. He paused outside the large, ornate doors to the outer office and put on a tight smile, his sea-green gaze flicking over the gold embossed plaque on the door that read, “Samantha Waterson-American Director-IEPA”. He murmured to himself, “Let’s see what the bitch is going to do to me now...” and stepped inside. The dark-haired Personal Assistant looked up from her desk and gave him a genuine smile, “Good morning Captain Navarro.” Jake smiled at the sweet-natured woman who had always been friendly and professional to him, “Good morning, Mrs. Galviston. How are you today?” She stood and gave him another smile, “I’m fine Captain. I’m afraid she is running late today. May I offer you coffee while you wait?” Jake gritted his teeth but held onto the smile. Damn that woman. She always had an excuse to make him wait like a delivery boy. He checked his watch again, he needed to be at the International Embassy in an hour for a surveillance Op. “Yes, Mrs. Galviston, I’d appreciate it.” The young woman disappeared into a side room and returned with a cup of steaming, black coffee. Jake murmured his thanks and sat down to wait. Samantha sat in her inner office, gently twirling herself around in her chair. There was “nothing” she liked better than messing with the handsome Captain Navarro. Well there were a few things, but they fit in nicely with her bitchy behavior towards the Captain. She looked at the clock and sighed, putting on her shoes. It had been ten minutes. She knew that despite the fact that she treated him like an errand boy, he did have an important job as a Liaison between the pure military Interplanetary Peacekeeping Force and the civilian IEPA politicians who made it do their bidding. She touched her computer screen and sent a message to Julia, “Send him in.” The double doors of her office clicked. She leaned back against the desk, her arms folded, an arrogant smile on her face. Jake prowled through the door, nodding as he met her hazel gaze. He gave her the once over. She was impeccably dressed in an expensive black business suit, the hem of her skirt falling well above her knee as the current fashion dictated. Her dark gold hair had been cut into a jaw-length shaggy bob. He felt a twinge of disappointment, he had liked her long, golden waves. Her jewelry was minimal and tasteful. Her face was expertly made-up as always. She had a pretty face, with large hazel eyes, full pink lips, and a nice jaw line. It was too bad that this woman was such a frigid bitch. She had a body and face that promised unspeakable pleasure to a man if she only had the personality to pull it off. Jake sighed inwardly, it was a damn shame good genes being wasted on nasty people. He made his voice professionally polite as he greeted her, “Good Morning, Director Waterson. I see you’ve had your hair cut. It suits you.” She moved around her desk and sat down, nodding to the chair in front of it and said cooly, “Captain.” His green eyes flashed briefly as he processed the curt greeting. Apparently the Ice Queen was going to start immediately today. He sat and looked at her with a resigned anticipation. Samantha regarded the man across from her. She had seen him twice a week since the middle of December, but he still made her stomach flutter. She knew he was an arrogant bastard, not that he was ever anything but maddeningly polite, but she had seen the look he would get in his eyes when she pushed him. He was easily the most attractive man she had ever seen, with short raven black hair and green eyes the color of the Atlantic. His jaw line was strong, his hands were large, blunt nails clean, and his body. God. He looked great in a uniform. He was six feet two inches worth of solidly built true blue American Army Captain. And he was at her beck and call. She loved teasing him and ordering him around like a servant. Sometimes she would get a thrill when his green gaze would harden and blaze, but he kept his temper no matter what she threw at him. She hoped she would crack that cool exterior today. She tossed a manila folder at him, “Captain Navarro, I’m extremely disappointed that the roster of additional personnel for the IEPA Formal Ball hasn’t been authorized yet.” He looked at her blankly. She couldn’t be serious. “Director Waterson, pardon me, but you have to be kidding. That ball is two months away and you gave me that list on Thursday. I told you before that it was not my job to do security checks on the hired help. I passed on that list to the Senior Security Officer. He has a team working on the list now. I’m sure you’ll get it soon.” She glared at him, her voice sharp, “No I certainly am \*not\* kidding, Captain Navarro! I gave that list to \*you\*, not to the Security office. You know the guest list to this Ball! I consider every safety measure extremely important! Since the Peacekeepers will be providing security for the Ball, I expect the Senior Liaison to take an interest! I expected you to go through that list yourself!” Jake’s green eyes flashed as he leaned forward and bit out, “Director Waterson, there are over 300 names on that list. A security team of ten people is working on it so you will have it back by the end of the week. I do not \*possibly\* have the time to check a list like that myself. As well, it is Not. My. Job. Having me check your list of waiters and cocktail waitresses would be like the President ordering you to assign parking spots in the garage. Now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment.” Jake rose to leave and Samantha rose with him. Her voice was furious, “Don’t you DARE walk away in the middle of this conversation, Captain! May I remind you that you answer to me down here? You may be the Top Dog with your Army buddies up in the stars, but in DC you belong to me. I suggest you \*sit\* and listen to what I have to say.” Jake dropped his head, his eyes glittering green slits. His jaw clenched and his palm itched. There was nothing in the world that he wanted more than to have the Ice Queen shrieking over his knee at that moment. But he knew he couldn’t blow it. He had to stay in DC. If he gave her what she richly deserved he would jeopardize his position. He slowly sat, locking his eyes with hers and showing her his anger. She looked rattled for a moment, and he took satisfaction in that as he stared her down. She broke eye contact first and started scolding the vase of flowers on her desk. “Captain Navarro, you seem to take my instructions personally...” He tuned out and watched her mouth move. Hmmmm, he wondered if his cock in her mouth would shut her up. He fixed on a point at the corner of her mouth and kept fantasizing. How about her crying around a ball gag, fastened over a punishment bench, her shapely ass stuffed with a nice, fat phallus while her bottom took stroke after stroke with a solid paddle. He pictured her inarticulate pleading behind the gag, her pussy soaking wet. A shadow of a smile curved his mouth as he pictured leaving her there for a squad of Peacekeepers to punish and use. He liked picturing the bitch as a wanton slavegirl at heart. Usually the icy ones were. He heard her slowing her words and knew it was almost over. “...after all, we are on the same team, aren’t we, Captain Navarro?” He flicked his eyes up to her hazel gaze and stood, then checked his watch. His voice was cool and professional, “We certainly are on the same team, Director Waterson. You will have your list at the end of the week. I’m afraid I \*must\* leave now or I will be late. I’ll see you on Thursday.” He turned and strode toward the door. She called after him, “Does that mean you will be handling this yourself, Capta...” the doors clicked shut on her words. Samantha was livid. She was sure she could get a rise out of him with this ridiculous request. She almost had. Then he disconnected and let her rail. She had seen him do that before. She picked up the vase on her desk and smashed it against the wall. God! She always dressed to the nines for the meetings with him. She always made herself up perfectly. She wondered just what the \*fuck\* was more interesting in that tiny little mind of his than paying attention to her when they met twice a week? II. Tuesday -4-17-74 Jake exited the government building swearing. He hailed a cab and leapt in, murmuring “Embassy Row, I’ll throw in another $50 if you are quick about it.” Fuck. That incorrigible Brat was going to make him late. His mind went over the exchange and he felt his temper starting to burn. What he would give to catch her in the act of something, anything, and have her under his thumb. His lips curved into a smile as he thought about what indignities he could subject the pretty wench to. Certainly the very first thing he would do is blister her ass. His eyes glittered as he fantasized, Ah, yes, to spank Samantha Waterson senseless and put her on her knees with her bottom in the air. He’d watch her face in a mirror as he fed his cock into her tight, stuck-up ass. That would be a hell of a picture. He shook himself as they entered the neighborhood he wanted and murmured, “International Embassy please.” Jake spent the next two hours pretending to have a meeting with the American Consulate while taping a meeting that was taking place in the next office between a Middle Eastern Dignitary and his mark. His mark was a Finnish Diplomat and Jake was sure he was their mole. When the men had finished their meeting and exited the room, Jake artfully drew his meeting to a close and slipped out of the building. He moved out past the gate, returning the salute of the International Guardsmen. He strode away from the International Embassy, slowing to a stroll after several blocks. He was at the edge of Embassy row and the streets started to have shops and vendors. He was entering the neighborhood of high-class apartment high rises where many of the IEPA personnel lived. He stopped at a sidewalk café and ordered a black coffee at their window. His green gaze habitually noticed what was going on around him and he froze as he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He turned, his brow furrowing. Across the street, flower vendor. He watched himself buying some tulips. His head cocked slowly in disbelief as he walked away from the window, his coffee forgotten. His green eyes scanned the territory. There was an alley just behind the flower vendor. He knew he would have to be dead accurate and fast. As his twin was turning he caught his arm, murmuring, “Military business, Sir, if you will step this way.” His twin allowed himself to be tugged along beside Jake compliantly, saying nothing. Jake stopped midway down the alley where they couldn’t be seen. He looked at his double. The man was wearing blue jeans and a green cotton sweater. There was no aggression or fear response at all. The man’s green eyes simply looked pleasantly back at Jake. Jake regarded his mirror image with narrowed eyes. “You have two seconds to tell me who you are.” His double blinked at him and murmured, “I am Jake Navarro.” Jake’s eyes flickered. Of course, the compliance, the innocent look, the lack of fear or curiosity, and now the clincher, the tone of voice. He was talking to a skin job. He murmured, “What series are you?” The robot spoke back, “I have an appointment, I’m sorry.” And started to move away. Jake bit out a programming code override, “Override Alpha three seven Delta.” The Bot stopped and turned toward Jake, his voice without inflection. “I am Jake 1, Series 10 Pleasure Unit.” Jake’s eyebrows nearly jumped off of his skull. Someone had made his image into a \*Pleasure Unit\*? He murmured, “Who is your owner?” The Bot smiled, “I’m sorry. I really can’t stay, I need to...” Jake snarled out, “Override Alpha Alpha four three.” The Bot’s voice spoke again without inflection, “Jake 1 is the property of Samantha Waterson.” Jake’s mouth dropped open. No. Way. His eyes started gleaming. Oh this was…this was…this was too much. Ice Queen Waterson had an illegal skin job that looked like him. Not just a Bot, a \*Pleasure Unit\*. Bots and Pleasure Bots were not illegal. They were incredibly expensive and most couldn’t afford them, but they weren’t illegal. However, Bots that looked like living persons were. Even Historical Bots were frowned upon by most. Humans didn’t like the overall idea of Bots being made to look like people who actually existed. The Historical Bot trade had been a fad for about eight months several years ago, but then slowed to a trickle and the large companies didn’t even make them any more. A law had been enacted shortly after the first skin jobs were perfected. It became illegal to make “Human Units” in the image of a living person with the intent to duplicate that person. There were a slew of other laws that were slated to go through concerning Bots at the same time, but they were all shelved when the public policed itself. The public was very excited about Pleasure Bots for a while, but all in all, they wanted human interaction. There were collectors certainly, and Pleasure Bot clubs. And there were a large amount owned privately throughout the world, but the bottom line was that most humans ultimately went back to humans for their sex. Jake shook his head then took out his palm device, “Override Delta two two Omega. Command: Present your programs arm.” The Bot obediently extended his right arm. Jake pushed up his sleeve, peeled back a section of skin, and opened the catch. He plugged the palm unit into the Programs file downloading all active programs of the Bot. As a second thought he also downloaded all visual recordings of the programs. It only took a few seconds. He pocketed his device and murmured, “Override four six Delta Delta, Question: Why are you out of your dwelling?” The Bot smiled and replied, “I do the shopping at 11am every Tuesday. I must be at the freight elevator at 12:30 exactly to return undetected into the dwelling.” Jake looked at his watch. The Bot didn’t have a lot of time. He nodded and murmured, “Alpha code, six niner seven, you will delete this conversation and meeting. You will dump it from your system at your regular cleaning cycle. Forget.” The Bot blinked and then smiled, turned on its heel and walked out of the alley. Jake pulled out his palm device and encoded a message: “Need all info and codes on Samantha Waterson, American Director, IEPA.” He sent the encrypted message and wandered back to the café, stopping and buying a coffee this time, before looking for a taxi. III. Tuesday-4-17-74 Jake entered his spacious apartment tossing his coat on a chair. He entered his office, spoke a word into a panel on the wall and watched the room shift. An entire wall slid back and revealed his real base of operations. He moved to the desk in the hidden room and sat down at his secure terminal. He punched in an entrance code and waited. The screen flicked to a password screen and the machine’s female voice stated, “Confirm retina scan.” He leaned forward and looked into the small camera on the side of the device, a red light flickered briefly and the words ‘Retina scan confirmed’ flashed up on the screen. The cool professional voice continued, “Confirm vocal scan with password.” Jake murmured, “Lancelot.” Immediately his image jumped onto the screen. Stats lined up next to it. Senior Special Agent Jacob Lyons. Born 6/21/2039, Portland, Oregon. Graduated with Honors US Naval Academy. US Military Navy SEALS. Demolitions Unit Instructor. Sniper Unit Instructor US Military Special Forces. International Peacekeeper-Enforcer Unit Undercover International Agent Undercover Interplanetary Agent-Homebase: Earth Interplanetary Anti-Terrorism Unit. Licensed Interplanetary Assassin. Covert Operator. Operations assigned since recruitment-144. Operations successfully completed since recruitment-144. Status: ACTIVE Current Alternate Identity-Captain Jake Navarro, US Army, Senior Liaison Officer, Interplanetary Peacekeeping Force-Stationed Washington DC, USA, Earth Jake waited until the female voice spoke again, “Password for current Operation.” His low voice murmured, “Gollum.” Immediately CIA Deputy Director Duncan McCrae’s image came up on the screen. The silver haired man smiled at him, “Hello, Jake.” “Hello Duncan, I’m transmitting intelligence gathered from the International Embassy. I gotta say, Dunc, this Op is really chapping my hide. I’m not used to these long hang times in country before action.” The older man smiled gently. Jake was the best Agent he had and loyal as hell, but he hated sitting around, and he had been doing exactly that for over four months now. Duncan knew the deadly young Operator wanted to flush out his secondary target and eradicate the mole that fed damaging information to their primary target, the Drokazee Warlord, Kephasa Zul. The deputy director made his voice soothing, “You know this is deep, Jake. This may involve several important people in the International Government. I pray to God that there are no Americans in on this. Your intelligence reports have been absolutely crucial to this Operation. When the action comes it will hit hard and fast, just the way you like it. For right now, enjoy yourself. You are on call status for the next 14 days. Your mark is spending two fun filled weeks on Fiona.” Jake murmured, his emerald eyes dancing, “Any chance of me taking a vacation to Fiona as well?” Duncan chuckled, “You know River is our Agent on the slave world.” Jake murmured dryly, “River, that fucker. I want to know how he managed that assignment. I trained that pup. River spends every night of the last four months dressed in a silk robe spanking a Fionian slave girl, and I’m stuck in sub-par quarters in DC, answering to a Hellbitch and doing my own laundry. And now to add insult to injury, my mark gets to spend two weeks at a Pleasure resort getting serviced by the best slaves on Fiona. Where’s the Universal fairness in that one, Dunc?” Duncan chuckled again at Jake’s dry tone, “Now, now, River doesn’t spend \*every\* night with his little morsel. He gets the job done. Obviously he was well trained. Besides, Jake, I distinctly remember that \*you\* were the one who introduced your whole team to the pleasures of the slave world during some down time three or four years ago. If River knows Fiona inside and out, it’s because of your...instruction...” Duncan grinned and Jake gave him a look. “Oh, incidently, Jake, speaking of Samantha Waterson. I brought up the info on her you wanted. She has a clean record. No crime. No moral turpitude. She does not currently employ any domestic service people, although she did used to have a maid service come in once a week. She terminated that contract approximately four months ago, let’s see, where is the date, ah, yes, she cancelled the service on January 4th. She has a chef service deliver prepared meals to her apartment once a week. She has no husband, no dependents, no pets, and the last time she dated anyone was 5 months ago. Name: Jerry Pendleton. She saw him twice and then cut him off. She goes out to Sunday brunch at 11am with a group of girlfriends every week at Café Septieme. She has no recent large credit purchases, but she has had a significant amount deducted per month since January to a company listed as KDC. I checked it out. That was rather interesting. The letters stand for Koy Design Company. The company does not advertise and is not registered for anything but taxes. It has existed for two years and makes a hell of a profit. Tax records for the company are clean. The business is registered to a Dela Koy. She has a day job, Jake. Get this… Senior Design Scientist, Research and Development,...” Duncan cleared his throat, “...for Hosang International.” Jake smiled slowly, the puzzle pieces were coming together, Hosang Int. was a multi-billion dollar company that designed and manufactured Pleasure Units. Duncan continued, “I have the entrance codes to Miss Waterson’s apartment as you requested. As well I have the codes and address for Miss Dela Koy and the very well hidden street address for KDC’s lab. Should I ask what this is about or just send?” The older man’s brow lifted in amused curiosity. Jake grinned, “Just send, Duncan. This is a personal matter and apparently I’m on stand by for two weeks.” Duncan smiled, “Sending. Enjoy the vacation, Jake. Deputy Director Duncan McCrea terminating session.” Jake fed the codes into his palm unit. He shut down his terminal and spoke into the panel, closing the wall. He made a stop in his kitchen for popcorn and a beer then ambled into his living room. After downloading the Bot’s programming into his television he switched it on. His nap could wait. He had some interesting television to watch. Four hours later he was still gaping open mouthed at the TV. That little \*wench\*. He was aroused despite his utter outrage. He had watched several scenarios play out from behind the Bot’s eyes between Director Waterson and “Captain Navarro”. Most of them were based on real incidents that happened between the Director and himself, but these scenarios didn’t end with him politely holding his temper and exiting her office. Every scene the Bot grew progressively more annoyed and aggressive. Every single scenario wound up with her getting her ass spanked royally and finished with some kind of sex. As well, Jake 1 had a military uniform exactly like his. That, in itself, was a fairly major offense. The public’s wishy-washy attitude toward the military had changed after some incredible feats by the International Peacekeepers in the mid ‘60’s and later the equally amazing missions by the Interplanetary Peacekeeping Force. All military branches had started receiving huge support from the public. Military personnel and Veterans had their bravery and honor lauded to mythical proportions. Heroes of missions, both on and off the planet, were treated like celebrities. Veteran’s Day had become a major day of celebration all over the world and rivaled Christmas in America and Europe. Civilians didn’t possess current military garb. The Uniform was considered sacred ground. Jake couldn’t decide if he was pissed off or pleased. He didn’t really mind the uniform offense, but his face, his body?! It wasn’t just that she unwittingly put him in danger by duplicating him. He had been celibate for months, and here he had a woman he had seen regularly since he was stationed in DC that had a serious crush on him and a hunger for punishment. He felt his anger lessen substantially as he realized that he now had all the dirt he ever wanted on Samantha Waterson. He checked the clock. He had 90 minutes before she would be home. That gave him enough time for a small Op. IV. Tuesday afternoon-4-17-74 His job was to remain undetected, and the high-end apartment building where Samantha lived didn’t pose a challenge. He entered easily and went to her apartment. He walked in after feeding the entrance codes into the security panel and found the Bot vaccuming. Ah, yes, he thought, the discontinued maid service. Why pay when your Pleasure Unit could do it during downtime? And, of course, there would be no prying eyes talking to others about what the client had in the apartment. The Bot stopped and looked at him. Jake murmured, “Override Alpha six Delta six. Disable security program.” The Bot blinked at him and continued vaccuming. Jake unrolled his kit and removed several visual recording devices. He moved to the office, where most of the action had taken place between Samantha and her Bot, and planted a few devices at key vantage points. He placed more in her bedroom, then returned to the main room of the apartment, planting the last devices to monitor the main room and the large kitchen. He double checked the apartment and rolled his kit back up, moving to the door. He opened it and paused, turning to face the Bot. His voice rang out clearly, “Override Alpha six Delta six. Enable security program. Alpha code six niner seven, Delete meeting. Dump during cleaning cycle. Forget.” He shut the door and made his way out of the building and back into the neighborhood that flanked Embassy Row. He had time to get back to his place and set up his remote viewing equipment. He hooked a connection to his television and clicked the remote, switching between the rooms. Everything was working perfectly. He only had to wait about 15 minutes before Samantha walked in the door. Jake grabbed a beer and watched the scene with a lazy grin on his face wondering what she would do with today’s exchange. He watched as she dropped her bag, thinking he might have to sit through an hour of consuming a meal, but she had an agitation to her body movement and a flush to her face. He leaned forward realizing she was excited. Oh no, he wouldn’t have to wait long at all. He saw the Bot come out of the bedroom and greet her. “Hello Samantha. How was your day?” Samantha didn’t waste time, “Jake, come here.” The real Jake gritted his teeth. She was as imperious as ever. He wondered what would happen when she found herself at the mercy of a real man that didn’t have a shutdown program. Jake 1 complied with a smile and moved to stand in front of her. She murmured, “Programs arm.” The Bot extended his arm. Samantha peeled back a small flap of skin and inserted a wafer thin chip. “Jake, go change into your uniform and meet me in the office.” The real Jake switched to the office and watched her sit down at her desk. Jake 1 joined her there a few minutes later in full uniform. She gestured for him to sit down, and when he complied she murmured, “Run program titled 4-17-74” The Bot’s face instantly changed to the cool, professional look Jake always gave her. Samantha’s voice was arrogant, “Captain Navarro, I don’t appreciate your cavalier attitude concerning this personnel roster. I \*insist\* you do it yourself, immediately.” Jake 1’s green eyes hardened, “Director Waterson, I already told you that job was not within my duties. I don’t have the time...” She cut him off, her voice sarcastic, “Ohhhh, geez, you don’t have the time. Of course that didn’t occur to me before. I just assigned you the task without thinking. That's why I’m the IEPA American Director, because I don’t think decisions through. I don’t care what power you have with your Space Cowboys, Captain. I expect this done immediately, by you.” He leaned forward, his voice dangerous, “Look, Lady...” She interrupted again with a laugh, “Oh from ‘Director’ to ‘Lady’ is it? What cheek from a military caveman.” Jake 1 stood slowly, planting his large hands on the desk. “I’m only going to say this once, Director Waterson. I am \*not\* going to do your little job, and I will \*not\* accept you treating me like I am an errand boy. Contrary to your belief, I have duties, important duties, that don’t involve you jerking me around. Let your security force handle it, that is their job.” She stood and glowered at the green-eyed man, trying to breathe deeply and slow down her hammering heart. Her voice bit out, “May I remind you that I \*own\* your ass, Captain Navarro?” He folded his arms and cocked his head gently, green eyes snapping fire, but his voice calm. “Lady, if you tell me you own me like a dog one more time, I’m going to \*beat\* your ass.” Jake chuckled. Clever dialog…he knew what was coming though, raised his beer in salute and said along with her, “YOU WOULDN’T DARE!” Then he laughed outright and murmured, “Never a good idea.” Jake 1 bit out, “Oh really?” and snaked out a hand capturing her wrist. She shrieked, “I will \*have\* your job, Soldier! You will be working in a garbage dump in the worst shithole in the known universe!” He ignored her and literally dragged her across her desk as she protested. He dropped down into a chair with a growl and hauled her over his knee. She screamed obscenities at him as he yanked up her skirt, then shrieked and moaned as he tore her pink panties completely off of her body. “You’ve been asking for this for a long time, little girl. I’ve been as patient as I could be. This is the end. Any time you fuck with me you are getting this.” His palm slammed down on her pristine bottom. Jake and Samantha said “Ouch!” at the same time. Jake was practically giddy as he watched the scene, grinning. Jake 1 continued to bring his hand down hard on Samantha’s bottom. Her wiggling didn’t help her, he had her locked down and whacked her bouncing ass hard and fast. His voice scolded as he turned her shapely, rounded globes pink. “I’m sick and tired of your bitchy attitude. I’m sick and tired of your insolence and your nasty behavior. You are going to treat me with respect from now on or I will blister your bottom every damn day!” His hand increased in force and speed and Samantha’s yelps turned into wails. “OH! You won’t get away with this! I’ll have you court marshaled! Ouch!! How dare you spank me! Stop it NOW!” Jake 1 laughed and gave her several extremely hard smacks with his unforgiving palm. “Oh I’m not going to stop until you are begging for mercy and crying your eyes out, Princess. And believe me, I’ll take your apology mumbled around the cock in your mouth.” Samantha shrieked and Jake yelled, “No WAY!” nearly falling off the couch. Samantha had \*those\* kinds of submissive fantasies? Jake 1 moved his punishing hand around a bottom that was now bright red. Samantha kicked and shimmied but he held her firmly down, trapping her hands smoothly when she reached back to protect her bottom. Her tune started changing, “Wait! Please! Oh! OH! PLEASE! Captain Navarro! Please not so HARD! Please Sir! OUCH! Please! I won’t say I own you!” Jake 1 continued to spank her bouncing bare bottom hard, “What about your behavior?” Her legs kicked ineffectually, “I’ll behave! I’ll BEHAVE! OUCH! Please! Aiigh! Please! I’ll be GOOD!” Jake 1’s voice was an amused murmur as his hand continued to whack her wagging ass, “What about my new career as a Waste Specialist in the worst shithole in the known universe? Or my subsequent court marshal?” She shrieked and whined, “Aaahhh! AIIGH! NO! NO! Please! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it! OWW! PLEASE!” His low voice growled, “You deserve a lot more than this, Brat. You’ve been a Very Bad Girl.” He punctuated the last three words with incredibly hard smacks and she howled. “AAAIIGH! No Sir NO! Please NO MORE! I’m sorry I was a…OH! Bad girl! I’ll be a...OUCH! Good girl! I promise! I PROMISE!” Her voice was teary and within five more smacks she was crying. She sobbed out, “Please let me appease you, SIR! Please I beg to appease YOU!” The Bot stopped immediately and ran a hand over her flaming bottom. Jake realized it was a code phrase. Jake 1 shoved Samantha roughly off of his lap and leaned back in his chair murmuring, “Appease me then.” The blonde woman practically leapt at his belt and the fastening of his trousers. She pulled his cock free of its confines and engulfed it with her mouth. She worked it fervently with his her lips and hands for a few minutes then raised her tear-stained face to the even green gaze of Jake 1. “Please Sir, I’m sorry I was a bad girl. I’ll be good. Please take me.” The real Jake recognized another program code phrase when he heard one. The Bot stood and picked up the trembling woman, clearing her desk with a sweep of his arm and put her on her back. His hands ripped through her blouse and he yanked her hips to the edge. His cock impaled her fast and she gasped and keened, clutching him. Jake 1 thrust hard into her for several moments as she moaned and thrashed. Finally she came, throwing her head back and screaming “JAKE! GOD YES!” The Bot thrust through her orgasm, slowing down when she placed a hand on his chest. He stilled completely when she laid back on the desk panting. He remained silent until she started to move around. “Would you like me to restart this program, Samantha?” He smiled sweetly at her. She gasped, “No, Jake, No. Not right now, maybe later. Take off your uniform and go prepare dinner.” The Bot left the room and Samantha remained on her back. Her hand reached down to stroke her sex and she moaned, “Jake.” After a few minutes she rolled up and slowly got off the desk. She rubbed her bottom and looked at the blazing flesh in her wall mirror. A few minutes later she moved into her bathroom and Jake heard the shower start. Jake’s narrowed gaze stared at the television. What a very interesting night. His mind went over what needed to be done. He wandered into his office and sent an encrypted message: “Logan, check all Fionian clubs on East coast. I need a machine delivered here before p.m. 4-20-74. Also send message to IEPA office American Director Samantha Waterson. Message to read:‘Classified Assignment. Partner: Captain Jake Navarro. Report to parking level 7, space 23 at 5pm Friday 4-20-74. Pack week-end bag, leave directly from work. Your partner has details and will communicate them in transit. Timeframe of assignment: 2 days.’ Thanks, Buddy. I owe you one, Jake.” Jake left the surveillance equipment on and settled down on the couch. He pulled a blanket over himself and slipped into sleep, waking a few hours later to interesting sounds. He blinked and looked at the television, the screen had automatically switched to the room the action was in. Samantha and her Jake-Bot were in bed...well \*on\* the bed. Jake perked up as he saw her fully naked. She really did have a nice body, all soft curves and smooth skin. The Pleasure Unit was spanking her again, but this time her moans were all erotic. The Bot spent a good deal of time re-warming her bare bottom with slow, warm swats then it went down on her. She came keening, her hands in its hair. After she recovered, Jake 1 put her on her knees and took her from behind. After bringing her to orgasm again, it took her ass. After her third and forth orgasms they settled down. She dozed off and the Bot stood against the wall and went into sleep mode. Jake chuckled. Bots weren’t high on cuddling unless they were specifically programmed to. His green eyes narrowed as he realized that she hadn’t even bothered to add that. Oh this woman was a piece of work. She treated both he and his double like interesting toys that she periodically grew bored of. His cock was hard due to the sex show and he masturbated lazily, thinking of what her comeuppance was going to be. He came with a low groan to the image of her chained, hands to ankles, begging for mercy as he striped her bare bottom with a tree switch. After he recovered he shut off the equipment and moved into his bedroom falling into bed. He needed to be up at a reasonable hour to check out KDC in the morning. V. Wednesday morning-4-18-74 Jake followed Duncan’s instructions to the old warehouse that housed the KDC labs. Nothing on the outside hinted that the property was anything but an old storage warehouse. He checked the perimeter of the property and found the subtle security equipment. He slipped through a hole in the system and made his way to the warehouse, again finding rather well installed security equipment. It only took him a few moments to re-route it and enter the dark warehouse undetected. He made his way carefully through the dummy front, that looked like, yep, old storage facility. It didn’t take him long to detect the hidden secure door. He was familiar with the security measures of Dela Koy’s system and disabled them at the panel next to the door. He could walk freely now within the complex, but not for long. Duncan’s codes got him in and he crept through the halls of the inner complex, senses tingling. He passed by several machine rooms where Non-Human units were in the process of building Bots. He recognized design and research rooms as well. He knew he was getting closer to the main programming room. He paused after looking in through yet another window and walked into the strange environment. It was…well it was like an apartment. It had a living room and kitchen and bedroom and bathroom, everything. It was set up perfectly and obviously not a regular living space. He puzzled for a moment, not sure about the sense in it. He exited the room silently and made his way to the main programming office. There were two large glass paneled doors that showed off the room. He regarded the woman in the office, well, rather, regarded her back. She was small, wearing a white lab coat. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She appeared to be the only person in the entire building. Jake stepped up to the door and fed codes into it. The glass doors opened with a whisper, but the woman was bent over a terminal, working intently, and didn’t notice. Jake raised an eyebrow, security in spades, yet underdeveloped observation skills. Well, that could get you killed. He was confident enough to step in the room and simply clear his throat. Dela heard a noise she shouldn’t have, the sound of a human in the room. She turned with a surprised scream and stared at the door to her office. Standing there was a \*big\* male dressed entirely in black. She looked at his face, her fearful expression turning to horror when she recognized him. She had no idea what to do and simply froze. The man smiled a dangerous smile. “Hello Miss Koy. My, my, my, we have been a baaaaaad girl, haven’t we?” She squeaked and bolted to the side, hoping to make it through the viewing room door. The man moved like \*light\*. He had been across the room and then suddenly he was in front of her gripping her arms firmly. Dela looked up into his face from her diminutive height of 5’2. She hoped to God he wasn’t there to kill her. Jake recognized the fear of death in the woman’s eyes immediately and purred, “Oh no, Dela. I’m not here to kill you. I won’t harm a hair on your head. Promise. I’m information gathering only.” Jake watched the small woman shudder in relief. His eyes flicked over her, she had wide, intelligent blue eyes, elfin features, and her hair was a rather lovely shade of red. She was quite cute, all in all, even as pale as she was now. He murmured, “I take it you recognize me?” She nodded, eyes dropping and whispered, “Captain Jake Navarro.” He smiled gently but his eyes were hard, “And apparently one of me is not enough for some people, Hmmm?” She trembled, “Please, Sir. I make special order Pleasure Units, for a very small, discreet clientele. I didn’t mean to insult the Uniform.” Jake released her and moved casually to a chair. He turned it around and straddled the seat, folding his forearms over the top and resting his chin on his hands. He looked at her kindly and gave her a smile. Dela’s breath caught in fear. He looked more dangerous than any man she had ever seen. His voice was a low murmur, “Dela, darlin’. I know that you know what I can do to your status and company if I choose to expose you, right?” She whispered, “Yes, Sir.” His voice remained conversational, “Now, Dela, I really don’t have any reason to do that. I’m a busy man, and I’m certainly not one of those morality zealots. Why in the world would I want to ruin your little enterprise here, hmmm?” Dela looked up, hope beginning to gain ground on the fear in her eyes. “You won’t report me?” “Show me what I want, tell me what I want to know, and do as I say, and I’ll forget you exist.” She looked at him, eyes hardening momentarily. He had said he wouldn’t kill her. It meant something when a military officer made a promise, and the knowledge that he would not harm her made her overconfident. “If I show you anything, I will have nailed my own coffin shut. Right now you can put me out of business, but that is it. Everything else is heresay. I’d have to shut down my company and destroy records, but there wouldn’t be a crime you could prove. No way, Captain. You aren’t seeing anything.” Jake’s eyes started glittering but he kept his voice calm and conversational. “Dela, you know about the planet Fiona, right?” She glared at him, “Of course I do.” “What do you know about it?” She looked at him evenly, “Fiona, commonly called a slave world, Interplanetary tourism destination, part of the Alliance since 2030. Earth dwellers have been allowed to visit Fiona since 2041. Fiona and her...practices...made it into mainstream Earth media in 2062. Since then many earth cultures, especially Americans and Europeans, have made Fionian attire, implements, attitudes, and practices rather ‘hip’ in the bedroom. As well there are several clubs in major cities, both Male and Female run, that cater to those who have a taste for Fionian culture.” Jake smiled, “Thanks for the history lesson, darlin’. Now, do you happen to know about the status points of otherworlders on Fiona?” Dela cleared her throat, mumbling, “I know a bit.” His eyes glittered and his voice became silky, “And do you know what it means to carry a Fionian license of Master? Not to be called it on Fiona of course, because every otherworlder becomes “Master” or “Mistress” to the slaves there. I mean do you know the significance of being awarded a Fionian \*License\* of Master, specifically with a Certification as a Corporal Punishment Specialist?” The color drained out of Dela’s face and Jake smiled sweetly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I see you do.” Dela coughed, “What...What would you like to see first, Sir? The Bots or the customer files?” Jake gave her a cool smile, “Customer files, please.” Jake scrolled down the files ignoring everything until he came to Samantha Waterson. He read her instructions for the physical appearance of the Bot, and grinned as he read the “Special programming” section. He looked up and murmured, “Is there a prototype here for Jake 1?” Dela looked at him nervously, “No Sir. The special-order Bots that look like anyone who lives, or has lived in the last twenty years, are not duplicated. The prototype Jake 1 was perfected and sent to the customer. The physical design files have been destroyed, I promise.” Jake looked at her with narrowed eyes, “That’s a good thing, Miss Koy. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes if I happened to detect another Bot with my face running around somewhere.” Dela’s voice shook, “There are no other Bots of you, Sir.” Jake raised his brows in a questioning look, “And what if your client is unsatisfied with their Bot? Destruction?” Dela’s blue eyes hardened in pride, “I have never had a client unsatisfied. I work exactly to their specifications and have a private facility for them to test their Bot in a domestic situation. The Bots are perfectly adapted to the client before payment is taken and delivery is made.” Jake merely nodded, that solved the puzzle of the strange apartment in the complex. He murmured, “Let me see what you do have, all Duplicate Bots, past and present. Right now.” Dela’s fingers flew across her keyboard and the viewing room screen opened. Several Bots were standing in a line in sleep mode. Jake regarded them. He recognized a current male rock star and two current actresses, the rest were Historical Bots. His eyes flicked to one and stayed there, his brow furrowing, “What is her name? 20th and 21st century actor, I’ve seen her work.” Dela whispered, “Sarah Michelle Gellar.” Jake murmured, “Ah yes, Sarah Michelle Gellar.” His pointing finger moved, “David Bowie. Michael Jordan. Drew Barrymore. Viggo Mortensen. Catherine Zeta Jones...who is that huge one?” Dela murmured, “He was an actor and a professional wrestler in the late 20th and early 21st centuries. His stage name was just, “The Rock.” Jake looked at her “The Rock?” Dela nodded miserably. Jake’s eyes narrowed in speculation. Her face had changed a tiny bit, just enough to tell him something was up. He murmured, “Who is...uh...Mr. ‘Rock’ for?” Dela kept her mouth shut. Jake watched her for a moment then sighed loudly, standing and unbuckling his belt. Dela squeaked in alarm and said hastily, “No one...no one...No customer, Sir. I keep him as a prototype. He’s...he’s for my own use.” She finished in an embarrassed whisper. Jake smiled slowly, “Give me your terminal. I want to see the programming on this one.” Dela gave Jake her terminal with a groan. He brought up “The Rock” and scanned the programming. All of the basic programming for a Bot was in place, his override codes would work if he needed them. He checked “Special Programming” and grinned. Ah, little Dela was a romantic. “The Rock” was a sexual expert as all Pleasure Units were, but nearly all of his special programming was romantically inclined. Singing, gift giving, poetry, cuddling, flower petals and candles...Jake’s eyes stopped on a line of code and he flicked them up with a grin. “So we like a touch of bondage with our romance, hmmm Dela? A little bit of tied to the bed and teased? A touch of the old slap and tickle?” His voice was full of amusement and she groaned with humiliation. “Oh no worries, darlin’. I mean it isn’t exactly the ‘special programming’ that you put in the Jake-Bot now \*is\* it. But you have just a tiny taste of good ole American ‘how to handle a naughty girl’ here, doncha?” Dela murmured, “I like a taste from time to time...are you through humiliating me now?” Jake pushed the terminal away. “Yes Dela, I’m done. I need to return tomorrow for one last thing. I promise it won’t take long. You need to clear your schedule for me for the next week. I need you for something. Do that and I guarantee that I will forget you exist.” Dela shuddered out a relieved breath, “I take it I have your word as an Officer of the Army on that?” Jake murmured with a grin, “You have my word as an Officer and a Gentleman. I’ll see you here at 10am tomorrow.” He left Dela’s lab grinning. He had some programming work to do. Ah yes, and a bit of shopping. VI. Thursday-4-19-74 Jake left his regular Thursday morning meeting with Samantha Waterson with a grin on his face. He had entered her office thirty minutes before and dropped the completed authorized personnel folder on her desk, simply refusing to answer her questions about whether or not he double-checked the names personally. She had received her orders from the High Command, courtesy of his friend and fellow Agent, Logan, and was intensely curious. And she was totally pissed off. She had planned a fun-filled weekend with her Jake-Bot. Although she was secretly thrilled that she was going to spend an extended amount of time with the real Captain Navarro, she was also nervous and agitated. Whatever this assignment was, it probably didn’t allow for her messing with him during it. She couldn’t screw up a assignment order that came from that high up because she wanted him to spank and fuck her. She had to be nice to him for God’s sake. And obviously he had information that she didn’t have, which effectively put him in control. That both turned her stomach and gave her butterflies. Jake had smiled blandly at her questions and patently refused to give her any information about the assignment, citing its classified status. She was absolutely livid when he stood up to leave. He paused at her office door and murmured, “Remember to bring an overnight bag tomorrow, Director. I expect to see you in the parking garage at exactly 5pm. I doubt the Powers-that-Be will be happy if you screw up the timeline of a classified assignment because you forgot a change of clothes at home.” He chuckled as he closed the door cutting off her outraged shriek. Oh this was going to be too fun. Jake went home and changed into a black turtleneck and a pair of jeans. He lingered over his breakfast and morning coffee, humming, then started putting together the things he needed for his meeting with Dela Koy. He showed up at the warehouse at exactly 10am. The security system had been disabled for his arrival, and he breezed through the property into the inner sanctum without a hitch. He paused at the apartment room and went in. He checked that the room was stocked with everything that would be needed, then unloaded a bag of groceries into the fridge. There was plenty of food and water for an extended stay. He moved to the bedroom and dropped a satchel on the king-sized bed then left the small apartment satisfied. Dela was waiting in her office to greet him, the white lab coat a fixture on her small body. Her eyes were resigned and unhappy, she didn’t want to have to deal with this terrifying man any more than she had to. Jake smiled pleasantly and took a seat, “Hello Dela. Did you do as I asked?” Dela mumbled, “My schedule is cleared. I’ve taken the time off from work. I have no other appointments and am at your service. How can I help you, Captain Navarro?” Jake didn’t waste time, “Well I need another look at those Bots you have, darlin’. I need to see one or two of them in action. Please open the viewing screen again.” She sighed heavily and opened the screen. Jake took his time regarding the Bots, finally murmuring, “Ok, activate Nicole Kidman and, let’s see, what was the one you said was your favorite...the giant one...Mr. ‘Rock’? He’ll do.” Dela made a disgusted noise in her throat. Of course, the man wanted a Bot orgy. The activated Bots answered their summons and stepped into the glass and metal office, standing silently with pleasant looks on their faces. Jake murmured, “Let me hear their voices under programming, please.” Dela activated an interactive conversation program on the Nicole-Bot. Jake smiled as he heard the animated Aussie accent of the beautiful Historical actress. The Bot was engaging and funny under programming. Dela did good work. He nodded, “Excellent Dela. How about the male?” Dela put Nicole back into sleep mode and activated ‘The Rock’. Jake stepped back with a laugh as the big male cocked an eyebrow and boomed, “CAN YOU SMELL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN’?” Dela mumbled, a blush rising to her cheeks, “That was his catch phrase.” Jake approached the big, male Bot. It looked at him and grinned pleasantly. Jake murmured, “I want to see his list of active programming. Have him extend his arm.” Dela cheeks burned with humiliated. This man had seen the damn list before, he was just trying to embarrass her again, the cruel beast. “Rock, Programs arm.” The Rock obediently extended his arm giving Jake another smile and cocking his eyebrow at him. Jake laughed outright. The Rock was a big boy, but he was a charming Bot. Jake opened the Bot’s arm, sliding a thin chip into it that he had palmed out of his pocket. Dela didn’t notice until Jake stepped back and murmured, “Activate new programming.” She looked up at Jake alarmed, “Wha..?” The Rock’s facial expression changed to a cool dangerous look. He glanced at Dela then moved his brown eyes back to Jake’s. Jake murmured, “Hold her.” The Bot sidestepped and grabbed Dela’s small body holding her firmly by the arms. She shrieked at Jake, “What are you doing?!” He continued, “Dela, if you think for one second that I was going to let you walk away after making a Bot of me, you are sadly mistaken. I won’t report you. I’ll forget you exist as I promised. But your favorite Bot here has a bit more Special Programming now. I designed something nice, just for you. I hope you like your ‘Mr. Rock’ because I’ve inserted a seven-day special program to begin immediately. Your big hunk of sweetness will identify as a Fionian Training Master for the next week. And you, sweet little Dela, have been entered into the program as a difficult, disobedient slavegirl put under his charge for added training and discipline. I hope you have a tolerance for spanking, darlin’, because you’re about to see a full seven days of it.” Dela shrieked, “NO! NO! He can’t be a Master for a week! He’s too big! Too strong! He’ll kill me!” Jake chuckled and murmured, “Shoulder.” The Rock tossed Dela over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Jake approached her head and murmured, “Dela. You don’t get a safeword or a shut off program, but I have encoded all the proper safety precautions in his new programming. He has all the sensors to tell if your body is getting too worn out for use. All sex, spanking, bondage, and training will be done with the prime directive of not causing you harm.” He leaned down and whispered against her ear, “Your bottom is going to burn like hellfire, though.” She moaned begging, “Please Captain Navarro, PLEASE!” He chuckled again and murmured, “Follow me.” The Rock followed Jake obediently and stopped in the bedroom of the apartment when Jake stopped. Jake dumped out the bag on the bed. It held Fionian slave silks, a Fionian collar and shackles, a solid paddle, a braided quirt, anal plugs of varying sizes, lubricant, and restraints. Dela couldn’t see them and just kept quietly keening. Jake petted her head condescendingly, “Pay attention, Dela. I know you are a crackerjack designer, but I’m more advanced than you are with Bot programming, so don’t bother trying to break it. This special program will run for seven days, after that it will stop. The new programming I inserted for your Pleasure Unit to obey me will become inactive as soon as the special programming shuts down. You will find your ‘Rock’ the same sweet romantic Bot you built for yourself.” He grinned before adding, “The special programming will be able to be repeated, or customized, if you find you like it. The new programming will be effectively dead. Now listen to what I say, Honey, because it’s important. Just take what is coming to you like a good girl. The room door will not unlock until the week is over and there is no way for you to change the Bot’s programming or escape. Anytime you do or say anything other than what this Bot allows, you will be punished for it. He’s in Training mode, so you will be punished often anyway even if you are completely compliant. I suggest you be obedient.” Jake looked at the Bot and it raised a brow at him again. He choked back a laugh and murmured, “Enjoy your new Master, Dela. Run Program titled ‘Dela will never forget’.” Dela shrieked in fear and the Bot put her down looking at her sternly and growling, “Loud, rude girl! Strip immediately for your collaring!” She cried out, “Please Captain Navarro! PLEASE!” Jake turned and moved toward the door, laughing quietly. He heard her yelp as the Bot ripped her clothes off of her and growled, “I see you need to be taught some manners.” Jake smiled with satisfaction as he heard the first sharp “Crack” of The Rock’s giant hand descending on Dela’s vulnerable, naked bottom. He was sure her first spanking would be a hell of a long one. He exited, feeding a security code into the door panel, and left without looking back. VII. Friday-4-20-74 Jake opened his apartment door Friday morning to a large parcel. Its sticker stated, “Thank you for purchasing the Full Body Gym!” He grinned, Damn, Logan was good. He owed him big time for this. He brought the crate into the house and opened it. Jake was familiar with the machine’s configuration and put the device together within a half hour. He moved it into his bedroom, entering its programming and checking all functions. Everything worked like a charm. He spent a few hours at his desk writing up programming for the next evolution of the ongoing personal Op he had been privately referring to as “Double Jeopardy”. When he was finished he pocketed the chip and grabbed his leather jacket heading out the door. He slipped into Samantha’s building and fed in the entrance codes to her apartment. He walked up to the Bot barking, “Override Alpha six Delta six. Disable security program.” The Jake-Bot blinked and looked him. Jake pulled the chip out of his pocket, “Override Delta two two Omega. Command. Present programs arm.” The Bot did as he instructed. He slipped the chip into the Bot and closed the arm up murmuring, “Activate New Programming.” The Bot blinked again and then stated without inflection. “Jake 1 is owned by Captain Jake Navarro.” Then the Bot looked at Jake with a smile, its tone warm, “Hello Jake, How are you today?” Jake ran a hand through his hair and chuckled, he would \*never\* live it down if his buddies found out he was now the proud owner of a Male Pleasure Unit that looked exactly like him. The jokes would go on for years. “I’m fine Jake, thank you. Gather your things. Let’s go, I have instructions for you.” Jake and Jake 1 left the building, undetected, a few moments later. Samantha had been annoyed all day. She stood in the deserted 7th level of the garage, waiting at the empty parking space 23. Damn that Navarro. He knew he had her over a barrel with this assignment. She didn’t dare leave and wait in her office. She checked her slim wristwatch again. It was 5 fucking 10. Where was he? She didn’t hear anyone come up behind her and didn’t even have the time to shriek when a nylon bag was thrust over her head. A large hand clamped her mouth through the bag. She was panicking. Her opponent was impossibly strong and she couldn’t break his hold. Two seconds later she heard a car and felt herself tossed into it. The man who had held her got in and she felt the car moving. Her hands were secured behind her back and an unfamiliar deep voice said, “Be still or your ankles will be tied.” She was terrified. God knows what terrorist group had gotten a hold of her. She breathed loudly, panting open mouthed with fear. “Please don’t hurt me, I’m worth more ransom money than you can imagine. In fact...in fact, just let me go and I’ll pay you whatever you want.” The deep voice laughed, “Money is not the object here.” She started panicking again, “If you kill me, people will come after you. Important people! Military people! One of my good, good friends is a Peacekeeper with a lot of power. You don’t want to mess with him. If you hurt me he will kill you all. I guarantee it!” The voice was still amused, “I just can’t seem to get myself all worked up about that. This is very simple. Shut up. Behave. And you won’t be harmed.” She leaned back in the seat, her eyes wide beneath the opaque bag. She hoped to God he wasn’t lying. She felt anger starting to return. Damn that Navarro! This was HIS fault! If he hadn’t been late she wouldn’t have been snatched! If he had escorted her from her office like a fucking Gentleman, she would have been protected. There was no way kidnappers would have been able to get around him. Her eyes started tearing up. He was a fucking Army Peacekeeper for God’s sake! A Hero! A Deadly, Dangerous Man! Where the fuck was he now?! The car drove for what felt like forever. Finally it stopped and she was hauled out. The unfamiliar voice murmured, “Not a sound or you will be gagged and beaten.” She gasped and clenched her teeth shut. She was led to what turned out to be an elevator. She couldn’t keep track of the floor numbers. She was dragged out of it and then was pulled into what had to be a room or a dwelling. The door clicked shut. Silence. The restraining hands let her go, and unfastened her wrists. She stood quietly uncertain of what to do. She didn’t dare remove the bag or speak. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, she heard a voice murmur, “Take off the bag.” She raised trembling hands to it, terribly afraid of what she might see. She pulled the bag off and jerked her head up, her eyes flying alarmed around the room. They settled on a figure straddling a chair with his arms folded over the top. He was jean clad and black-haired with a black turtleneck on and he was Goddamned Fucking Jake Navarro. She opened her mouth to shriek at him, and then just launched herself at his seated figure. She beat on his shoulders, screaming obscenities, and went to clock him with a right cross when he started laughing. He deflected her blow easily and caught her arms, murmuring soothingly, “Alright…alright now, that’s enough.” She screamed at him, struggling, “ENOUGH?! You FUCKING BASTARD! I thought I had been SNATCHED! Do you KNOW how afraid I was?! You Goddamned Sonofabitch!” He grabbed her chin firmly and looked into her face with an expression she had never seen before. “Samantha. I said. Enough.” Her hazel eyes grew wide and she snapped her mouth shut. He was looking at her with...with...this...lazy...confident...immovable... dangerous expression. He was totally calm and yet he frightened her more right then than he ever had when his temper started rising to the surface. She took a shuddering breath. God. He looked...Deadly. He blinked at her and released her with a sedate smile, “Why don’t you sit down, Sam. We have some things to discuss.” She backed to the couch, watching him carefully and murmured, “Who was the man who grabbed me, Jake? His voice was different. It wasn’t you.” Jake let out a slightly amused chuckle, “Oh yes he was, darlin’.” He looked behind her, “Jake?” Sam turned horrified eyes to the Bot that stepped out of the shadows. It smiled at her pleasantly and said in a totally foreign voice, “Yes, Jake?” The real Jake murmured, “Cancel alternate vocal programming, say hello to Samantha, Jake.” Jake 1 turned to Samantha and spoke in the normal low toned voice that mirrored the real Jake’s. “Good Evening, Samantha.” The Bot smiled good-naturedly. Sam was frozen. She scarcely dared to breath. The real Jake dragged the kitchen chair over to her and straddled it again. When he leaned forward and folded his forearms across the top of it he was only a foot from her. “Before you try to deny anything, Samantha, I know you had the Bot made. I know where he came from, and I know \*all\* of his programming.” She stared at the floor wishing this was a real kidnapping. Jake continued his voice dangerously silky, “I also know about the uniform offense, and I’ve been treated to several hours of very interesting visual programming between you and Jake 1.” His voice grew amused, “Really, had I known on Tuesday that a good ass warming and a blow job would have made you into a kitten, I would have accommodated you.” His voice continued to tease, a touch cruelly, “But really Sweetheart, ‘You wouldn’t dare?’ You know that always gets a naughty girl into more trouble, don’t you?” She put her head in her hands, “God. Shoot me.” Jake laughed outright, “Sorry, Honey. I have a better use for you than that.” She looked at him frightened, “Are you going to expose me? Humiliate me in public? Have me dragged away in handcuffs? Ruin my life because I was a bitch to you?” His green eyes grew amused, “Well, you are partly right.” She desperately tried to hold back tears. “Which part?” Jake smiled a slow, confident smile of pure pleasure, “I’m going to expose you...to myself. I’m going to humiliate you...in private. I’ll be dragging you around in handcuffs most of the time, and I’m going to completely change your life because you were a bitch to me. And, I may well completely ruin your weekend.” He finished with a dangerous grin. She blinked, then blinked again. “What...what are you saying?” “I’m saying you have four months of payback coming, Hellbitch. And it starts tonight.” He watched the fear and anger warring in her eyes. She spat out, “You are going to abuse me? Rape me?” He cocked his head, brushing back a shock of black hair that fell over his dancing green eyes, “No. I’m going to punish you. And \*if\* I take you, it will be because you begged for it.” Anger got the better of her and she continued foolishly, “I’ll never beg you for anything, you cruel Bastard.” Jake took that as his cue to end the pleasantries and stood up watching the fear rise in her eyes again, “I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Princess.” He threw a remark out over his shoulder, “Jake, strip the Lady and take her to my bedroom.” Sam screamed with rage as the Bot methodically ripped her clothing off of her body. She fought, but her struggling against a Bot was laughable. Jake 1 had her naked in seconds and tossed her over his shoulder, making his way into the bedroom. He tipped her back to her feet and stood facing Jake, Samantha held fast in front of him. Jake folded his arms and watched her struggle for a minute then dumped out a satchel on his bed. Sam saw the contents and gasped, her heart nearly stopping and her loins flooding. A Fionian slave collar and shackles lay on the coverlet. Jake approached her and the Bot locked his body down, holding her arms and legs still with his. Jake hit a code on the collar and the smooth silver metal circlet suddenly opened. He fitted the metal collar around her neck with the collar ring lined up under her chin. He hit the tiny code strip again and the collar seamlessly closed, locking around her neck. The wrist and ankle bands were exactly the same, simply smooth silver circlets, each with a fastening ring. They too had tiny code strips and opened and locked seamlessly. She would not be able to take them off. The only thing that went through her mind as she dealt with the surreal situation was that the metal collar and bands weighed almost nothing. She shook herself out of her altered state when she heard Jake murmur, “Lock her into the machine.” She looked around alarmed and saw a smallish piece of equipment that looked like some kind of exercise machine. She quickly found out otherwise. The Bot slung her naked body over a padded bar, holding her arms stretched in front of her on two rounded metal bars. Jake moved in front of her and pressed a button on a small remote. She screamed as metal bands encircled her upper and lower arms, locking with a “snikt” and holding her fast. She screamed again as a band slid out of nowhere and locked her waist to the padded bar. Jake moved behind her and hit the remote again. Two long metal bars extended out from the back of the machine. He punched the remote keys until the bars were spread wide apart and murmured to the Bot, “Fit her legs against them.” Samantha felt her legs pulled wide apart and down and shrieked again in horror and fury. Her naked body was stretched over the machine, her bottom arched high, her sex and anus exposed. She had never felt such humiliation. She screamed obscenities at Jake and the Bot as metal bands slid out to encircle and lock down her thighs and calves. She glowered at him, spitting fire. “What, you stretch me out until I can’t move so you can spank me? You think you can possibly spank harder than a Bot? You Pussy! You can’t even hold me down yourself?! You fucking LOSER!” Jake ignored her and stood behind the machine typing in codes, when he was finished he moved around in front of her and hunkered down, looking at her until she raised her head and met his stern green gaze. “I’m not touching you Sam. I won’t touch you until you beg me for it and quite frankly it is very possible that I might deny you my touch even then. You are a spoiled, nasty, bitch and you don’t deserve the effort it would take for me to spank you. And quite frankly, right this minute with all you have said, and with your current attitude, touching you would make my skin crawl.” She gasped at that, her eyes wide. Hurt flooded in and she blinked back tears. He watched her eyes pool impassively. “Your attitude will change this week-end whether you want it to or not, Samantha. If I see that you are making an effort you will be rewarded. If not, then I know how to punish you until you beg for another chance to show an effort. This is evolution one of your transformation. I’m not sure if you will enjoy it much, but I sure will.” He put Jake 1 into sleep mode and reclined on his bed. With a click of the remote a small metal arm rose up behind her. She couldn’t see it and gasped as a self-lubricated something pressed against her tight anus. It started vibrating and feeding itself in. It was actually quite slender, but it didn’t feel that way. She squawked as an inch slid smoothly into her ass. The small, glass phallus stopped and merely vibrated. Jake had set it to feed in an inch every few minutes and then to simply stay stationary and vibrate. She panted with fear as she watched him click the remote again. She couldn’t see the other two little metal arms as they raised up behind her. Thin square wooden paddles were at the end of each arm. She yelped when the first one struck her. The arms circled and moved, spanking different parts of her ass. The blows were certainly sharp and stung, but they weren’t the beating she though he would give her. Jake rose off the bed after a few minutes and went to leave the room. She called out panicked, yelping as she was struck, keening as she felt another inch of smooth phallus slide into her ass, “Hey! Ow! Wait! Please! Jake! Nnnnnnn! Oh! Jake! Captain Navarro! Ow! Please! Sir! Please!” He paused with his back to her at the “Sir” and cocked his head to show he was listening. “Please! God! How long! Ow! How long are you...Ouch! Going to leave me in this...OW!...bloody thing!” He turned his head toward her and drawled, “Well Director Waterson, I’ll tell you what. I’ll just double check the security on that roster list for you now. When I have all 322 names checked to your specifications, I’ll come back.” She screamed, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” He ignored her and left the room, a small smile curving his lips at the sound of the regular “Smack!” sounds emanating from it. Jake had set the warm-up program for 30 minutes. He intended to make sure he was back in the room to watch her face as a thicker phallus actually fucked her ass and the moderate spanking program started. He spent the next 27 minutes in his office, checking on any change of status of his Op. He was still cleared at stand by for another eleven days. He ambled back into his bedroom when he knew the programs would be switching. The first thing he noticed was her panicked look. The little paddles had folded back down and the slender glass phallus had removed itself from her ass. Another self-lubricating glass phallus was slowly working its way in. This one was the size of a man’s cock. He had set the safety to not insert more than seven inches, but he was fairly sure the stretching of her asshole was going to make her tongue come out of the side of her mouth. He chuckled and murmured, settling on the bed, “Enjoying yourself, Samantha?” The phallus had inserted itself to maximum depth and began to slowly thrust in and out of her. That was the cue for the two little arms and they raised behind her again, square thick leather paddles attached this time. They walloped her a lot harder than the other ones did and she yelped and dried out, “Please! Jake! Please!” Jake ignored her and watched with a cool smile as the leather paddles spanked her ass hard. He watched closely for her sexual reaction to both the paddles and the phallus. She was panting in short order as the glass phallus moved in and out of her ass. He hit the remote, the phallus slowed down and the paddles sped up. She yelped and begged him for mercy but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Jake continued to watch smiling as she panted and pleaded her way through the 30-minute moderate program. He had made sure that she never came to orgasm. When the little arms retreated and the phallus slowly eased out of her bottom she blew out a breath of relief. Her ass was burning and although she wanted more of the phallus she knew that Jake wouldn’t let her come. Her eyes grew wide as she felt a third thing nudge her asshole. She squawked loudly as it worked itself in with tiny pushes. It felt \*gigantic\*. She begged frantically, “Please Jake! Please Sir! No! It’s too big! I know it! It will hurt me!” Jake moved around in back of her and watched the 2.5-inch diameter glass cock feed itself slowly into her ass. “No it won’t, Princess. It has sensors. It will know if it is moving to fast or if you aren’t stretching to accommodate it. You are taking every inch of that fat boy.” She keened and whined but again her protests fell on deaf ears. The attractive black-haired man watched as she indeed took the full seven inches of the phallus. She tried to squirm away, but she was only able to move her hips about a half-inch in any direction. Her eyes widened and she cried out as it started to pulse, sending shocking pleasure waves at regular intervals through her ass and loins. Jake had used this method before with slavegirls that had low pain tolerances for spanking. He would lock a girl into a machine and gradually have her spanked harder and harder while a phallus buried deep in her rectum sent out energy pulses. It didn’t take long before conditioning set in and the slavegirls who could once barely take a hand spanking found them selves soaking wet and writhing when they were even \*threatened\* with a hard paddling. He watched Sam’s eyes darken and glaze as the phallus did its job. The last stage had started and the two arms emerged again with heavier maple spanking squares. Each square had several beveled holes to add sting. He had programmed this stage at 30 minutes like the others. Sam yelled as the first hard smack was delivered. Yeeouch! It stung like the devil and went deep! She quickly grew distressed as the paddle squares fell hard and fast all over her already blazing bottom. Every minute or so she would moan through her yelps and Jake knew the pulse was vibrating through her. He settled on the bed again, noticing that her cries were no longer angry and full of obscenities. She was pleading with him five minutes into the spanking. “Please God! Please! Sir! Captain! Please no MORE!” Then a long groan as her ass got buzzed. Jake folded his arms behind his head and watched with lazy arousal as her bottom was justly punished and her cries became frantic and teary. The square maple paddles could not be stopped. It didn’t matter what she said or did, she was completely helpless and she could tell by the look on Jake’s face that she would get no quarter from him. After 20 minutes of the treatment her loins felt like they would burst and she was crying from the pain of the spanking. Jake had programmed the sensors in the phallus well. If it felt her body tightening in preparation for orgasm it diminished its pulses. She was effectively being kept on the edge without being allowed to go over, and the paddles chastising her bouncing, fiery bottom just kept spanking and spanking. After the 30-minute punishment stage was over she hung limply in her restraints, crying. Jake gave her a few minutes to recover then brought Jake 1 out of sleep mode. “Jake, Unfasten her and chain her to the slave ring at the foot of my bed.” Sam looked up and noticed Jake’s large iron bed for the first time. It had a Fionian slave ring mounted on the iron-work of the footboard. Her body was throbbing with need but she weakly protested anyway, completely humiliated. “You \*can’t\* chain me to a slave ring like some damn Fionian slavegirl! I’m a powerful politician! You can’t DO this!” Jake murmured, “Jake 1 stop.” Then drawled to Sam, “Perhaps another hour on the machine will change your mind.” She shrieked and immediately changed her tune, “Please Sir! NO! Please I’ll be Good! I won’t say a thing! I’ll be GOOD!” His green gaze narrowed slightly and he turned her words to force a deeper submission, “If you want so badly to be chained to my slave ring then beg for it.” She was angry about the trick but couldn't risk another hour locked in the unmerciful machine. Her frantic voice keened out a whine, and cried out, “Please Sir! I beg to be chained to your slave ring! Please have pity and chain me to your slave ring!” Jake nodded to Jake 1, “Insert the medium sized ridged plug into Samantha’s ass then take her off the machine and chain her at the foot of my bed.” Sam didn’t dare say a word as she felt the Bot place the lubricated plug at her anus. It slipped in easily and she groaned in misery, her overheated loins wanting far more than just a filling plug. The Bot unfastened her, and Sam felt her naked body tossed onto Jake’s large bed. There was a short chain and a long chain attached to the ring. Before the Bot could ask, Jake murmured, “Short chain, please.” The American Director of the IEPA found herself naked, bare bottom blazing and stuffed, pussy soaking wet, chained at the foot of her whipping boy’s bed. Jake undressed and spoke a command sending Jake 1 into sleep mode. As he slid under his covers he tossed the ends over her trembling body and murmured, “Get some sleep, Sam. You have a full day tomorrow.” VIII. Saturday 4-21-74 Sam eased into wakefulness. Her hazel eyes opened slowly and she squirmed then whimpered as the plug shifted in her. Damn that man. Due to the plug filling her ass, his scent permeating the covers, and her naked chained state, he had managed to guarantee that she woke up already aroused and wet. She turned her head with a hungry moan as she slowly struggled up to a hip, yelping as her bottom touched the covers. God it was still hot, and sorer than she had ever known it to be. Her eyes met a pair of amused green ones and she jumped in surprise. Jake was reclining on the bed, dressed casually in blue jeans, barefoot and bare-chested. His hair was still damp. It was the color of a raven’s wing. He was unbearably, unbelievably, unsurpassably sexy. He murmured conversationally, “Would you like a shower and some breakfast?” She dropped her eyes, her whole body trembling with lust, and whispered, “Yes, Please.” He removed the chain from her collar ring and murmured, “You may remove the plug. Wash it in the sink before your shower and leave it there. Come to the kitchen after your shower, naked. Obey me exactly and you get breakfast. Defy me or forget anything that I have said and you will go hungry until this afternoon. Understood?” She nodded. She desperately needed a shower and was absolutely starving. She would remember. “Yes, Sir. I understand.” He gracefully got up and moved out of the room leaving her to make her way into the shower. She joined Jake in the kitchen thirty minutes later. She was freshly scrubbed and her damp hair was the color of a lion’s mane. He regarded her as she stood basking in the warm light streaming through the window. She had raised her face to the sun and her skin glowed a soft gold, the silver of the collar and bands glinting. Her pink tipped breasts were soft and rounded, laying over the curve of her ribcage. Her waist dipped in and then flared out to nicely wide hips, the swell of her lower belly curving out over her obviously swollen and wet, hairless sex. Her bottom was full and round and plumped out over her soft thighs. The redness of it only made it more attractive. She really was a beautiful woman, with an incredibly sensual nature. Now if she could be made to be actually tolerable. They sat quietly at the table and ate breakfast. She was squirming on the hard wooden seat of the chair, but she had learned enough the previous night to know not to complain. She knew she could defy him; refuse his food, curse him. Her pride wanted her to do just that, but if she was honest with herself she really didn't want to. She had spent most of her time with Jake humiliated, howling with pain, and unbelievably aroused. She was sure she could never say it out loud, but she wanted more. She wanted him. She wanted to find out what he would do next. And, she was fucking \*starving.\* She thanked him politely for the coffee, flattered and surprised that he knew she took it sweet and light. At the first bite of the Western omelet she moaned happily. Jake grinned and cocked an eyebrow at her. He chuckled as she wolfed down the rest of the omelet. Her tone was genuinely grateful when she murmured, “That was so good. Thank you.” He leaned back in his chair with his brows raised. That had been a completely unconditioned, unconscious, civil tone. He gave her a genuine smile back, “You’re very welcome, Sam.” Her breath caught and her fork froze in midair. He had never smiled like that at her before. Like he was enjoying her company. Like he was pleased with her. It lit up his whole face, and as attractive as he was when he was growling, he was ten times that when he smiled. She almost felt like crying, but the heat flooding her loins won out over sentimentality. She put down her fork and took a huge risk. “Will you, will you...touch me today...like maybe, now?” He murmured, “You want me to touch you?” She moaned, “Oh God, yes.” His green eyes grew smoky and she felt the Fionian Master come back, “Then beg for it.” She whimpered and eased her sore bottom off of her chair, dropping to her knees facing him, “Please. Please, Sir. I beg you to touch me. I beg you to use me.” He shook his head and spoke in a casual tone. “Oh no. You haven’t even come close to earning that. If I touch you it will be to spank you. If you want me to touch you then beg to be spanked.” She wailed, “No! Please! PLEASE! I can’t be spanked anymore! I can’t! I’m too sore! Please!” He shrugged, “Ok, then you don’t get touched.” She wailed again, “Please! I need it! I’ve never been kept in this state! I can’t stand it! I never programmed the Bot to do these kinds of things! I have to have it!” His voice was casual, “Tough.” She whined again, “Ok...ok...but, But if I beg for a spanking...it can’t be too hard...and you have to use me after.” He barked out a laugh and cocked his head, “What are we, ‘best girlfriends’ here? I have news for you Princess, this isn’t an ‘Ok, I’ll take the blue top and you can have the red shoes’ moment. I couldn’t care less about what you think you need. You seem to be operating under the mistaken assumption that this is a democracy. Look at yourself, Sam. Look at where you are. This is not a Negotiation. You get what I choose to give you. Consider yourself lucky that I gave you a chance to beg for touch at all.” He made a disgusted noise in his throat and got up, heading for the living room. Sam’s body was on fire. The Bot could never in her wildest dreams pull off the kind of dominance Jake exuded. She had realized several times that she had no control over the situation, but every time it hit her that she was absolutely helpless it surprised her. She just wasn’t used to it. Jake’s uncompromising dominance made her more frightened and more wet that she had ever been in her 33 years of existence. Her voice was hoarse, “Please. Please stop, Sir.” Jake paused half way out of the kitchen and rocked back on one leg to look around the half wall separating it from the living room. “I...I...I’ve been a very bad girl, Sir. I beg you to spank me.” He looked at her with that maddeningly calm expression for a moment then walked off toward his bedroom. Her head dropped in defeat and she put her face in her hands. She had blown it by being demanding. She raised her head a moment later when he stepped back into the kitchen. He came back! She smiled happily in relief until she saw the hairbrush in his hand. Oh God. He came back. Jake had to suppress a smile as he watched the emotions on her face. He dropped back into his chair and moved it away from the table, placing the hairbrush on the tabletop within reach. Then he grabbed her. For two seconds she felt elated. For the first time ever, other than a cursory handshake back in the office, he had put his hands on her! Then she was face down over his knee. Oh fuck. Jake didn’t bother scolding or lecturing or talking. He didn’t bother caressing or rubbing or stroking. He simply sat in his chair as the morning sun streamed in and gave her the spanking of her life. It was \*worse\* than that infernal machine. His hand cracked down on her bouncing, naked bottom again and again. She thrashed and begged, but he completely ignored her. He was absolutely silent as he transferred her to his left thigh and locked his right over her knees, absolutely silent as he trapped her hands in the small of her back, absolutely silent as his palm “Cracked!” time and time again against her vulnerable, rounded flesh like a pistol shot, while her frantic cries bounced off the walls. She begged, she protested, she pleaded to appease him, but nothing stopped his swiftly descending palm. He locked down and spanked her hot, sore ass for a full thirty minutes saying absolutely nothing. Then he picked up the brush. She shrieked in panic. “GOD NO! PLEASE NO! PLEASE SIR NO!” She howled in pain and frustration as he stayed completely silent and started the most unspeakable paddling she had ever experienced. He bounced the back of the hardwood brush off her squirming, flaming bottom until she thought she would go out of her mind. She begged, shrieking, over and over to be allowed to appease him but he didn’t answer her. He just worked that awful brush over every inch of burning, stinging bottom flesh she had. There was absolutely no way she could stop him. She quit begging about 15 minutes into the hairbrush spanking and just sobbed, hanging limp over his left thigh. He continued to paddle her brick-red ass for another five minutes then stopped. He could feel the heat radiating off her bare bottom from six inches away and placed a hand on one well-chastised globe, letting it warm his palm. When he spoke it was in a conversational tone, “It occurs to me that you seem to think I’m a Bot.” She heard him through her tears and sniffled, “Wh...what?” He spoke again slowly as if she was touched in the head, “I said, it occurs to me that you seem to think I’m a Bot. After all, you called out your program phrase about a hundred times. I don’t respond to program phrases, Princess. If you had not tried that crap with me, your spanking would have been over with a half hour ago.” She groaned, God. What was she, a mind reader? Her voice was teary, “I don’t understand...I don’t understand.” He sighed, “Whenever you wanted your Bot to stop the spanking you begged to appease him. Now if this is just part of your submission, fine. But you have conditioned yourself to get exactly what you want through attitude with humans and through programming phrases with Bots. I, Samantha, am not a Bot. Therefore when I heard you use the programming phrase I knew I needed to prove that to you. Do you understand now?” She hung over his knees and cried. That was exactly what she had been doing. Her voice was small and teary when she answered, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” Jake murmured in a low tone, “So the only question left is are you actually that desperate to appease me?” She leapt on the crumb he threw her, “Yes, Sir. God, yes. Please! I beg to appease you.” He purred out a growl, “Get on your knees.” She moaned and slid off of his lap, wincing, her eyes smoky with submission. She faced him kneeling, her thigh muscles straining as she held her bottom up off of her heels. He leaned down and took her chin in his hand, “Remember Sam, I’m not a Bot. This isn’t two minutes of cock sucking then being sexually serviced by a creature with no bodily fluids. You will service me, and learn what I like. You will attend the entire area.” He looked directly into her eyes and said pointedly, “You will Suck My Cock until I \*come\* in your mouth. And then you will swallow. Do this without complaint and you will be rewarded. Whine about it for a second and the spanking you just received will be a cakewalk compared to the one I give you. Is. That. Clear?” She whimpered in fear, “Yes Sir...but...but may I ask a question?” He murmured, “Yes.” She stammered her eyes lowered, “I don’t...I don’t know if...what I know how to do will please you. I promise I...won’t complain...but...are you going to…to punish me if I...if I don’t do it right?” He looked at the top of her head and slowly smiled. That was an honest question and a rather smart one. If she kept it up he might actually believe there was a warm human being under there. “I will correct you if you aren’t performing to my expectations. But your corrections will be swift and short. And as long as you don’t complain or whine, you can make as many mistakes as it takes and still will not be denied your reward. Do you have any other questions?” She shook her head, “No, Sir” He unbuckled his belt and watched her tremble her eyes regarding him surreptitiously. He had seen her watch the Bot take off his belt in some of the previous scenes he had watched and decided to give her the full erotic experience. He slowly pulled it from its loops with a strong, smooth extension of his arm. She watched the muscles move in his hard chest and sculpted arm, moaning softly as the sound of the whispering leather hit her ears. Her whole body was shuddering and he filed the information without saying a word. His fingers flicked through the button fly of his jeans and he stripped them off, his powerful body now naked standing above her kneeling form. He murmured, “Appease me.” She took his rampant cock in her mouth, experimentally lapping at it. His skin tasted like salt and sandalwood. His scent was indescribable. It was earthy, and purely male. She lapped his shaft wetting it thoroughly then went down to his balls and mouthed them gently. She returned her attentions to his shaft and raised a hand to encircle it. She instantly found herself bent, forehead to the floor with his hand at the back of her neck. The hairbrush flashed down on her raised bottom three times hard and fast and she yelped loudly. Just as swiftly she was released. She heard him murmur, “You never use your hands to help your mouth unless I tell you to. Continue.” She trembled and put her mouth back on his cock, taking the shaft in as deep as she could take it and sliding her lips back off of it. He allowed this to continue for a few moments then put her forehead back on the floor, whacking her fiery bottom another three times. When he released her she waited shaking, not knowing what she had done wrong. He spoke in a low, soothing tone. “It’s not how much of my cock you can get in your mouth. You will get better at that with practice. It’s about suction and friction. Don’t just slide me in and out of your lips. Feel me. Feel the texture, give me a soft friction.” She breathed out in relief. Her attention had been so focused on controlling her gag reflex she couldn’t think of anything else. She tried again, only taking about an inch in past the head. She let her tongue slide over it and worked her lips around the flesh, tasting and feeling the texture. She sucked her soft inner mouth in creating a pressure for him, then worked just the few inches in and out of her mouth space. She thought she would die with happiness when she heard him gasp and groan low. She decided to take a risk. He had spanked her for using her hands on the shaft, but had said nothing about using then elsewhere. She brought a tentative hand up and stroked between his thighs, caressing the soft flesh of balls. She kept her lips and inner mouth working while she gently stimulated him with her palm and fingers. His cock leapt in her mouth and he groaned, “Good Sam. That’s very good.” Sam kept working his cock. And it actually \*was\* work. She was aroused as anything, but this took finesse, stamina, and concentration. It also took muscles in her jaw that she had never used before. She was tiring. He felt it and murmured, “You can use your hand along with your mouth now. Wet your palm with your tongue.” She licked her palm thoroughly and encircled his shaft at the root. She gripped him firmly and moved her hand up and down with her mouth. She had only done this a few minutes when she felt his entire groin tighten. His voice was hoarse when he spoke, “I’m going to come, Princess. Keep your mouth on my cock and just reflexively swallow. Don’t keep the fluid in your mouth.” In another few seconds he groaned and came, his hands fisting softly in her hair. She was surprised but did as he instructed, and reflexively swallowed a few times. That wasn’t as difficult or gross as she thought it would be. She trembled and rested her head against his thighs, her whole body burning. He shuddered for a moment then murmured, “Nicely done, Sammy.” She felt warmed by the affectionate nickname and chanced a look at him. He green eyes were ocean colored smoke, the arousal in them all consuming. A shock of black hair hung in front of them and he looked at her from behind it. He looked feral, like an untamable creature. Her empty sex clenched and she moaned in an aroused misery of need. He stepped back after a moment and murmured huskily, “Follow me.” She followed him into the living room, where he grabbed a bottle of something and sat on the couch. He murmured, “Lay across my lap, Princess.” She almost protested, but bit it back. If he wanted to spank her again, she couldn't stop him, and she didn't want to anger him again. She was warmed by the knowledge that he was pleased with her and longed for more affection from him. She obediently draped herself over his lap, resting her torso and legs comfortably on the couch, gasping as she felt a cool gel being smoothed on her bottom. It felt good, soothing. She tried to ignore the fact that this simple thing was her reward instead of sexual use. She tried to simply enjoy the gift, but she was near tears because of frustration. He rubbed the gel into her rounded flesh for several minutes, caressing and stroking her punished cheeks. Her whole body was throbbing with need and she froze, not daring to breath when he murmured, “Are you ready for your reward, woman?” She managed to whisper, “Yes, Sir.” His voice was a smooth purr, “Get on your knees, forehead to the floor, ass in the air.” She dropped to the floor immediately and did as he instructed. He sat on the couch and lazily stroked his hardening cock. Her position worked up his lust, and in a few moments he was rigid again. She heard him growl, “Reach back and part your cheeks, Princess.” She was too aroused to be embarrassed although somewhere within her a dying Ice Queen shrieked with outrage. She did as he ordered, exposing her still slightly distended asshole. He lubricated his cock and dropped behind her. How many times he had fantasized about this he didn’t even know anymore. She was just as wanton and hungry as he had hoped she would be. He fed his cock slowly into her ass, pausing a few times to let her get used to his size. She took every inch of him and moaned when his groin lay flush against her hindquarters. He moved slowly at first, his cock pumping smoothly in and out of her clutching anus. He increased his speed as he felt her body open inside and was soon reaming her ass hard, slamming his hips into her heated bottom. She thrashed and moaned under him, panting out her gratitude to him for finally taking her. He rocked his torso forward as his cock hammered her ass and growled into her ear, “What’s it like, Princess? Being with a real man? Does a Bot sweat and come and snarl? Does he bite the back of your neck when he comes, claiming you as his? He doesn’t, does he? Because \*it\* can’t come. It can’t engage like this. It doesn’t feel the orgasm smashing through its body; joining flesh to flesh, human to human.” His last words were a snarl as he felt the muscles of her ass clench around his cock and throb rhythmically in orgasm. She started screaming reflexively, trying to hear his low husky voice over her cries of pleasure. He bit at her shoulder, growling inarticulately and trying to hold back his orgasm through her wild bucking. He barely managed to hang onto his control and waited a few minutes, just slamming her ass before leaning forward again. His voice was a hoarse snarl, “Well, Sweetheart? I want to know. What does it feel like with a man inside of you? A man you can’t control, you can’t manipulate, you can’t tame or order around like a lap dog. A man who is going to \*fuck\* you until you can’t even remember your own \*name\*.” That was it. She lost it again, another orgasm slamming through her at his words. She screamed, “GOD JAKE GOD! AIIIGH!” Thrashing as the pleasure swept over her. His head jerked forward and he latched his teeth on the back of her neck holding her fast with his mouth as his orgasm rushed up and crested over him like a storm wave. His whole body shuddered under the onslaught as he roared through his clenched teeth. When it started to ebb he slowly released her neck, his tongue gently lapping at the indentations there. She lay, shaking violently, beneath his body, her whole world crashing around her head. She had never had a lover make her feel this way. Never had a bot who could do what he had just done. She felt like she was turned inside out. Jake eased his weight off of her and brought her up with him, resting her bottom against his thighs, his emptied cock still impaling her. They sat like that for a few minutes recovering before he gently lifted her off and murmured, “Let’s take a nap.” She was only slightly disappointed when he chained her to the slave ring on his footboard. They slept for the rest of the afternoon. That evening they rose and fed. She was too quiet for him to actually gauge whether or not she was pleasant company, but he enjoyed her presence all the same. He didn't force her to speak. She had done well and come far. She was obviously contemplating her new position, figuring out what her desire and her submission meant to her. It was part of the process and he respected it. She made a mistake and balked, protesting, when he ordered her over his knee after dinner. Her hazel eyes had grown large when after her refusal he had looked at her coldly and dragged her to the bedroom. She spent the next hour chained over the footboard of his bed with her legs spread wide and a thick plug stretching her ass, howling as his belt whipped her bottom mercilessly. One thing she had learned, no matter how much she begged or shrieked, he didn’t soften the blows or stop until he wanted to. She wailed apologies until her voice was hoarse, but her flaming ass still took stroke after hard stroke with his supple, black belt. She sobbed out an apology after he stopped and found her mouth full of his cock again. She remembered the lessons from earlier in the day and did not repeat any mistakes. He pulled his cock out of her mouth before he came this time, and rewarded her efforts by putting her on her back. When he slid deeply into her sex she thought time had stopped. He wasn’t gentle. He had lingering annoyance over her whining protest earlier and manhandled her body, but she loved every second of it. She had never been as wet and hungry as she had in the last 24 hours. He pounded her sex while she screamed incoherently, and he came with a savage growl as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. After they recovered she was completely shocked to find herself looking at the floor, her bottom high over his knee. He couldn’t be serious! She kept her mouth shut and hoped it was a test. It wasn’t. Her bottom was so sensitive a fingernail brush made her groan, and yet it managed to take another half hour of his large, hard palm crashing against it without her actually dying. Nothing existed to her any more but sensation. Burning pain, desperate hunger, and unbelievable pleasure. She had no idea what time it was or what day it was. She became what he was forcing upon her burning flesh. Her body just melded into it until she couldn’t feel the separation any more. Jake stopped the spanking when his palm was worn out. It was late. Somehow the entire day had gone by without him noticing the passage of time. He chained her to his slave ring again and fell naked into bed. He was asleep before she dared to snuggle up to feet. She fell as swiftly as he into a dream state, her whole body still throbbing. VIIII Sunday-4-22-74 When they rose on Sunday morning, Jake conversationally mentioned that he wanted a blowjob for breakfast. His hand softly fisted in her shower-damp hair as he read the paper and drank his orange juice at the table with her face in his lap. She was willing and eager and he rewarded her by pulling away from her mouth and bending her over the breakfast table, feeding his cock into her sex from behind and hammering it until she saw stars. They recovered and then fed on ham, eggs and coffee. They were both ravenous. His training of her was taking a toll on both of them. He was absolutely in his element and loved every second of the tiring work. She had more time to process and considered the possibility that what he had done may have been the best thing that had ever been done for her. Of course there was no way she was telling him that. After breakfast he gave her the morning spanking at the table. It was far shorter and less painful than the day before. He kept her over his knee afterwards, rubbing her bottom for quite a while, letting her know she had a break until evening. He smiled and gave her a notebook and pen when she nervously requested something to journal in. She folded up on the couch and logged her thoughts and feelings, not daring to ask him why she needed an entire day of rest. He worked in his office and periodically ambled into the living room to check on her. He didn’t say much all day, actually, and she sensed he was going through some heavy thinking. They fed on steak and vegetables at 5pm, then the other shoe dropped. At his murmur she looked up nervously. “Sam, tonight I’m going to punish you. I mean actually punish you. And if you don’t know what that means, let me give you an example. The machine spanking was what I regard as simply an attention getter. Your first spanking from me was harsh enough to be considered punishment, but it was extended and made worse because of your wrong conditioning. Tonight I’m actually going to punish you for the way you have behaved in the past. It is not going to be easy by any stretch of the imagination. You will not be rewarded afterwards, and it is just the \*tip\* of the iceberg as far as we are concerned, but I consider it necessary.” Sam felt her blood run cold and grow colder the longer he spoke. She was so frightened when he was done that she was shaking. He had drawn her so deeply into submission that the IEPA Director part of her seemed foreign. She struggled with how to tell him that she changed, but she didn’t know how. Maybe it wasn’t time yet. Maybe she wasn’t ready to admit out loud that she was changing. She wasn't even sure what that meant yet. When he was finished speaking she merely nodded and whispered, “Yes, Sir.” He rose from the table and murmured, “Follow me.” She obediently followed him into the living room. Her breath caught as she looked at the piece of furniture prominently placed in the middle of the room. It was a Fionian punishment bench and it had an oval cedar paddle on it. She unconsciously rubbed her bottom and shivered in fear. He had kept her ass hot and sore all weekend and it still stung, although most of the redness was gone due to the day of rest. She looked away from the bench, hoping it would disappear if she didn’t look at it. He led her over, picking up the paddle and tossing it aside, as he guided her down and over the padded surface. Her knees had to spread wide in order to reach the securing straps and the bench was angled so her bottom was thrust high and her head was almost on the floor. Jake strapped her thighs and waist down, then chained her wrist manacles to the ring by her head. She could barely wiggle. Her round, sore bottom was a completely vulnerable target. When she was securely fastened down Jake stepped into his office and grabbed a portable clock. He put it in front of her nose and simply said, “One hour.” She whimpered plaintively but didn’t speak a word of complaint. She couldn't even imagine what a full hour with the paddle was going to be like, and was fairly sure she would die before the hour was up. When he stepped behind her she held her breath. The first crack of the paddle knocked the held breath right out of her. Oh my God. It hurt. Hurt, hurt. Like nothing she had ever felt before. Her ass felt like it was blazing before he had given her 10 strokes and she squirmed what little she could in the restraints. She tried to keep quiet, but the unforgiving paddle drove yelps and moans out of her and soon she was wailing. “OH GOD! Please Sir! PLEASE! I’ll be a good girl after this! I’ll be respectful! PLEASE God NO MORE!” Jake felt compassion but kept the paddle flailing, growling, “It’s only been 10 minutes, Princess. And if you think a 10 minute paddling makes up for everything you have put me through you are sadly mistaken.” The paddle kept landing all over her flaming bottom with loud “Cracks!” “I shudder to think about how you treat people on a daily basis. I have a job and status that you should fear more than most, and you treated me like a whipping boy. I can’t help but believe you make everyone around you miserable most of the time. That’s going to change, Princess.” She shrieked as the hard cedar bounced off her bare flesh over and over. She begged again not being able to help herself, “Oh GOD SIR PLEASE! I’m sorry for what I’ve DONE! I’M SORRY! I’ll behave myself! I Promise!” Jake paced himself, slowing his blows, an hour was a hell of a paddling and he didn’t want to draw blood and have to stop. The spanking paddle hurt so much she didn’t even notice he was giving her a break and wailed at the top of her voice. “Aiiigh! AIIIIGH! OW! OUCH! I’LL BE GOOD! PLEASE, SIR I CAN’T TAKE IT! I CAN’T TAKE IT!” She burst into noisy sobs and became inarticulate. He didn’t falter. It wasn’t in his nature to back down from a decision. Her fire-hot bottom continued to bounce under the paddle as she shrieked and cried. She didn’t even look at the clock after the first twenty minutes. Her world was exploding with pain and his scolding had gotten through to her psyche, making her feel ashamed. Jake settled into a rhythm, going silent again. He moved the flailing paddle around her bottom and alternated between moderate and hard blows. Sam was beside herself, never knowing how hard the paddle would strike; the minutes passing like hours, punishing and arousing her completely. She laid limp and sobbing, her voice hoarse from shrieking as he finished her paddling out and the last few seconds ticked away. When he dropped the paddle and rubbed her bruised and burning bottom, she managed to whimper out, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll make you like me. I promise.” Jake sighed and hunkered down so she could turn her head and look into his face. His voice was even, “Sweetheart, You are trying to control things again that you have no right to. It’s not about \*making\* me like you. It’s about whether or not you have a personality under there that is inviting enough to like. You have shown me nothing but nastiness and contempt since we met. I have no idea what your \*real\* personality might be. Up until this week-end the only thing you have ever shown me is the Hellbitch.” She broke down and started sobbing again. He didn’t waver, “Whether or not you have enough of a personality for me to actually “like” you is something I will have to find out with time. You will have to prove yourself to me. But during that time you have payback coming for four months of misery, and this is how it is going to go...” His spoke swiftly in a low, growling lecture tone, “...During the week you will leave work, go home, change and eat. Then you will report here unless you get a message from me that says otherwise. You are going to get your bare ass spanked every \*single\* night you are here. You will learn more about how to suck my cock the way I like it done. You will take my cock in your pussy and your ass any time I see fit. While here you will wear what I tell you, you will learn what I teach you, and you will get used to serving me naked except for a Fionian collar around your neck, and the bands around your wrists and ankles. You will be informed every week as to whether or not I have the weekend free, and what time you are supposed to report to me during it...” She was shaking as she processed what he said and almost wailed when he continued without pause. “...On our regular IEPA meeting days you will report here in the morning where you will have your bottom blistered and fitted with a nice, fat, ridged anal plug. You will wear the plug the entire day, and on those days you will leave work and come directly here, where you will find your self stripped and fastened down to this punishment bench. Your stuffed bottom will be paddled over the bench until I am quite sure you won’t be able to sit down the next day. Are you getting all this, \*Director\*?” She groaned, crying, ”Please, Jake, Please.” His voice was a low snarl, “Oh, and that’s another thing, \*Princess\*. If you had shown even a sliver of generosity or sweetness in your nature before Friday, this whole thing would be a lot different. You’d find yourself spanked and pleasured by a lover. But you blew that. I am not your lover, Honey. I am your Master. And you will call me that everywhere except within the walls of the IEPA building. You get me? She nodded miserably and stuttered, “Yes, Ma...Master. I’m...I’m sorry, I, I made you hate me so much.” Her blonde head lowered as she softly cried and sniffled. Jake was tough, extremely tough, and rather unmerciful, but he wasn’t cruel. His voice gentled a touch, “I don’t hate you, Sam. I don’t hate you at all. I don’t spend my free time with people I hate.” She cried harder at that and nodded. He unfettered her and helped her off of the punishment bench. She followed beside him rubbing her impossibly sore bottom, silent but for the small sniffling noises she made. He led her to his bedroom, picked her up and tossed her on his bed, pulling the short chain from the Fionian slave ring and locking it onto her collar ring. She was confused. It was Sunday. She had thought he would make her dress and get out. His voice was a low rumble, “It pleases me to have you in my bed tonight. In the morning you will be sent home to shower and get ready for your workday. You will, of course, have your bottom spanked soundly again before you leave here tomorrow morning.” He shut off the light and got into bed. Samantha whispered, “Yes, Master.” and curled up when he threw the blankets over her. She scooted up until she was almost touching his feet, soothed by his warmth. Her whole body was throbbing and burning from his punishment, but she had never felt so placid and relaxed. Her mind kept repeating...He doesn’t hate me. He doesn’t hate me. As her eyes closed she promised herself one thing. She would prove herself to Captain Jake Navarro. He may be her Master, but she would prove to him she was worthy of being his lover too. Chained to the slave ring on her Master’s bed the new slavegirl, Sam, slipped into sleep. Underneath the warm covers of his bed, Jake, her daunting Master, was already dreaming. In a supposedly abandoned warehouse across town Dela was howling as she was spanked again. *finis! Thank you, Mox*

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Title: Ben and Streek: Clone Saga Ch. 08 Tags: science fiction, futuristic, transgender, gender-bender, lesbian, non consent, oral, anal, drugged, violence **Chapter 8 - Roads to Keyser** The Van Halen cruised through hyper-space. On board Mia poured Streek a Dark Rum in the common room. "So, ...aboard the Fed Cruiser, how bad was it?" asked Mia. "Bad enough, could have been a lot worse though. They beat and raped me pretty badly. But I'm a clone, I bounce back" Mia nodded sympathetically, "Fuckin' Blue-coat bastards!, I'd kill every last one of them if I could. You and Bernie still fought your way out of there though?" "Yeah, we spilled a lot of Fed blood on our way out." "Glad to hear it. So, you're not a kill virgin any more." said Mia as she took a mouthful of her own drink. "I heard you gave Naeme an even worse beating then I did." "I ...I kinda had a score to settle with him, it was personal." "Yeah, he and his Pirate crew raped you and Bernie when you were traders, you told me." "I did?, I can't remember. Technically it happened to our Sires, but it's like it happened to me. Did I um, ...tell you anything else about our Sires?" "You just told me they were small time traders from Darion. And that they were once Bull Ants, ha!, I always pictured Bull Ants as dirty, scruffy old men." "Oh, that's all?" "Why, you got some deep, dark secret about them?" "No, they're pretty boring actually, Bernie was in the Federation Academy for a year." "So? A lot of the Resistance members are former Feds." Streek took another drink of her Rum, she didn't know why she didn't just tell Mia she was really a guy, she was going to find out sooner or later, Doctor Arnott and General Bolton knew. "So what's the plan?" asked Streek. "When we drop out of hyper-warp again, I'll try and contact the Doctor. He might have some intel for us. Bernie might have even made contact with him. We're heading for Verona, Keyser City, you heard of it?" "Of course, lots of crime holo-films are set there. 'Unusual Suspect' is my favourite." "Mine's 'Difficult Target'." said Zac, coming into the room. "That wasn't set in Keyser City." "Part of it was, where McDuggits' partner gets killed." "You two are getting a bit off topic." said Mia. "Verona's one of the few inhabited worlds that's not ruled by the Federation. It's out in unprotected space. So it draws scum-bags like flies to shit. The newly reformed Pirate Alliance has claimed the Planet. And the Pirate Alliance is being ruled over by some guy named Skylar." "...Intel says he's established a base of operations in Keyser City, a big Fortress in the harbour. I'd bet my black belts, that's where the Cloning Pod is." "So, Bernie will be heading to Keyser as well." said Streek. "If we go after the Cloning Pod, we're likely to run into her. We'll see what Grandpa has to tell us, and then we'll plan our next move, but for now we're off to Verona." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Far away, on the jungle moon of Reldor, Bernie made her way through the thick vegetation. It was night time and the jungle was dark and scary. She could hear the constant beating of drums nearby and headed toward the sound. A mosquito buzzed around her ear and she swatted at it. She kept going on, sometimes stumbling over roots and sometimes scaring off small animals as she clambered through the dark jungle. She had already been bitten by a snake, but she assumed her nanobots took care of the venom. She could see the glowing light through the trees and the drum-beat was getting louder. She finally came out into a clearing, where there was a large structure in the middle. It had four meter high, thatched walls that went around in a large circle, like one large, roofless hut. She could see the glowing of the fire and the embers rising up into the night sky. She could hear the drum beat coming from within. Bernie walked around to the entrance. There were two men guarding it. They were tanned, with dark hair and were wearing animal skins and crude looking bracelets and necklaces. Tribals; men and women who have lived here for generations, forsaking modern technology and living a life of hunting and gathering, and dancing around fires. They raised their spears as Bernie approached. They jabbered away in their strange language as they pointed the sharp spear-heads at her face. She pushed them away. "Let me in there." She held her hands out, showing that she was unarmed, she was just wearing a brown jump-suit. Her large breasts were straining against the fabric. "Harab tohk nee var harka." said one of the Tribal guards. He poked the spear-head at her neck, nicking it and making a drop of blood run down. "Ow, hey!" said Bernie. She grabbed the spear and slammed her boot down, breaking several bones in his foot. She ducked down as he cried out and the other guard thrust his spear at her head. She took the spear and quickly spun it around, whacking the legs of one guard and then the other, making them drop. She quickly kicked one man in the head and slammed the spear into the head of the other. She dropped the spear and then stepped over the unconscious men and entered the structure. Inside, huts were lined around the outer wall and there was a large space cleared in the centre and there was open sky above them. In the centre was a large bonfire, which several half naked men and women were dancing around. At the far end, she could see a large, carved, wooden chair with a man seated in it. He was wearing a large, demonic looking mask. He had to be the chief. Further on, she could see several naked white men, they were bent over and tied to wooden frames. Tribal men were behind some of them, making them cry out as they fucked them from behind. They were Ben Anders, all six of them. Calls of alarm went out as she approached the chief. The drumming stopped and several Tribals came up and were pointing their spears at her, jabbering in their strange language. Bernie just kept walking on. As she got close one of the Bens looked up at her wide eyed, "Girl-Ben? What are you doing here?" "Drakk! Streek was right." said Bernie looking at the tied up men. "We have a knack for getting our crew into trouble." "What are you doing Bernie? It's dangerous here." Tribals gathered around her, pointing their spears at her. "Jahabu na tok, gatta nee jah hakarka." said the chief. "Do you speak basic? These are my people. Let them go and we'll be gone." Bernie said loudly and slowly. "They only speak jungle." said Ben. "Bernie you gotta run, they can't be negotiated with." "Maybe they'll understand this." She pointed at the Bens. "Let them go!" she said loudly, "...Or you'll be sorry!" she smacked her fist into her palm. The Chief said something and two Tribals came forward to grab her. Bernie gave a fast roundhouse kick, knocking them both away. A spear thrust out at her and she swiftly dodged the point and grabbed it. She thrust the spear back at the attacker, poking him in the chest making him let go, she then spun the spear around, knocking several other tribals back. "Bernie, watch out, they practice a martial art style called Jaht-Ken, Wild Fist." "Jaht-Ken? I know that one." Another spear came at her and she deflected it, then leapt forward with a kick to the Tribals' face. Several other Tribals were attacking her at once, Bernie was moving about gracefully, blocking and dodging. She was kicking and whacking them with the spear, but wasn't killing them. "Bernie! Bowmen!" Bernie saw the men come out with their bows and arrows, lining her up. She Cartwheeled backwards as they fired at her, several arrows shot past her, some of them hitting other Tribals, making them cry out in pain. She rushed forward as they were redrawing and spun her spear around, knocking each of them to the ground. A powerful kick came at her, and she quickly moved her spear to block it, but the kick went straight though the wooden spear, breaking it, and knocked her back onto the ground. Bernie got up again, it was the big Chief standing in front of her. "Rahor mater Jaht!" he said getting in a Jaht-Ken stance, squatting low with one arm out in front of him. "Same to you buddy!" said Bernie, also getting into a Jaht-Ken stance. "Bernie, be careful, their Chief is always their strongest fighter." called out one of the Bens. The other Tribals stopped coming at her and watched the two of them facing off. The big Chief suddenly rolled at her, Bernie jumped up into the air, her feet came down hard, almost on top of him, but he rolled away. He swiped at her, barely missing her as she did a back flip. They continued fighting each other using Jaht-Ken, it was a fighting style based on the movement of wild animals, and had a lot of rolling and jumping around and frenzied attacks. The Chief was a very challenging opponent. Bernie considered using other fighting styles on him. The Chief managed to get in close and swiped at her face. His long nails cut through her skin and her face was bleeding. Bernie rolled forward at him and gave a double legged kick that knocked him back. When he came at her again with frenzied swipes, she managed to spin around behind him and jumped on his back, clinging to him as her arm wrapped around his throat. The Chief spun around, trying to get her off him. He threw himself back onto the ground. Bernie was winded as his weight slammed her whole body into the ground, but she didn't loosen her grip. He managed to roll over and get up again as Bernie clung to him. He moved over to a wall and slammed into it. They both fell through the thatched wall and onto the floor on the other side. he struggled to get back up, but slowed down as he started running out of oxygen, and then he dropped unconscious. Bernie was hurting all over, she got up and came out through the hole in the wall again. She raised her fists, ready to fight some more. The other Tribals didn't come at her, instead they dropped their weapons and kneeled on the ground, facing her. "Yeah, you give up now, do you?" said Bernie. "They follow strength." said one of the Bens. "You defeated their Chief in single combat, now you're their new chief." "I'm the Chief?" said Bernie, lowering her fists and looking around. "Okay then, untie my people." The Tribals just looked at her. She pointed at the Bens that were tied up, "Let them go!" They seemed to understand and moved over to the Bens and started untying them. "Get them their clothes and weapons." she said. She pulled at her brown jump-suit, "Clothes!" Then she made a gun gesture with her hand, "Weapons!" "You're not even armed?" said one of the Bens. "I was hoping to do this peacefully." The Bens were freed and got themselves dressed and armed again, they came up to Bernie. "How the hell did you do that?, you're like Rocky Balboa or something!" "How did you find us?" "Why did you save us?" "I have a question." said Bernie. "...Which one of you is the Captain?" They were silent for a moment and then one of them stepped forward. "I'm the Captain, the original Ben Anders. Look, I'm sorry I left you behind in Rodfern, you would have done the same thing in my position." "I guess I can't argue with that, can I? I'm not so angry that you left me behind, but Streek went through hell because of you." "I never meant for anything bad to happen to you." "No, you never do, do you? Yet shit always happens." Bernie looked around, all the Tribals seemed to be watching them questioningly. "We're on Reldor now Captain. Tribal rules apply. I challenge you to single combat, for the Captaincy of the Clubber Lang." "What? ...You're mad! No fuckin' way! The others won't accept you as Captain." "You sure about that?" said one of the Ben clones. "You got us into this mess and she got us out of it." "Yeah!" agreed another Ben. "Maybe we should be like the Tribals and follow strength!" "Accept her challenge Captain!" said another. "I'm Ben Anders!" said Ben, starting to look shaken. "...I created you all. You wouldn't exist without me!" "So fuckin' what?!" said another. "Fight her!" "No, I'm not going to fight!" "Too bad for you." said Bernie. She stepped forward and gave a powerful right hook to his head, knocking him down to the ground. "Aaaaaagh!!" Ben cried out, lying on the ground clutching his head. Bernie stood over him, "Stay down! ...You've been relieved of command Captain Anders." One of the Ben clones looked into her eyes, he gave a salute, "Captain." he said. The other all did the same. Bernie looked around to the Tribals, "Sorry, I can't be your chief. I'm on a mission." She looked down at Ben on the ground and then turned her back on him, "Come on, let's go." she said to her fellow clones. Ben got up off of the ground and pulled out his hand gun. "You're all a bunch of fuckin' traitors!" he said pointing his gun at Bernie. "I won't let you take my ship!" Bernie turned to face him, her hands clenched into fists. "You don't want to throw down with me Anders. You don't regenerate like we do." "You won't come back from a bullet in the brain. I'll kill you before I let you take the Lang. You know that, don't you?" She looked into his eyes, "Yeah, I do." The other Ben clones had their weapons drawn and pointed at Ben Anders. Bernie and Ben stood there, facing off. Suddenly a rock flew over and knocked to gun from Bens' hand. The Tribals were suddenly all over him, bashing him. "Stop!!" cried out Bernie. "Don't hurt him!" The Tribals stopped and held him there, they were looking at Bernie. "What's their word for exile?" asked Bernie. One of the Bens got his TAB out and prodded at it. "Tahool, Captain." "Tahool!" Bernie said to the Tribals. One of the tribesmen nodded, "Tahool." "And what's the word for goodbye?" "Kahli." "Kahli." Bernie said to Ben and the Tribals, and turned around again and started walking off. "Fuckin'Bitch! Our paths will cross again." said Ben Anders. "...We're heading toward the same destiny." "Let's get back to the Clubber Lang." Bernie said to the other Ben clones. "Who wants to fly the super-advanced fighter craft?" Five hands went up. "We'll sort it out." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Streek walked into the cockpit of the Van Halen. Mia and Zac were sitting in there. There was a star field on the view screen. Mia turned to her, "We're in the Lecras system now. One jump away from Verona and Keyser City. ETA six and a half hours." "Have you managed to contact the Doc?" "No" "Should we be worried?" "Not yet, the Avatari is incommunicado when it's in full stealth mode, and of coarse, when it's in hyper-warp. I'll just keep trying. I've been monitoring Veronas' ultra-net, it seems they're holding celebrations at Skylar Fortress." "Celebrating their newest purchase, no doubt." "Yeah, they're advertising for dancers, it could be our way in." "dancers? us?" "Sure, once we're in, we can find out where they're keeping the Cloning Pod. Perhaps gather some intel on Skylar too." "And I'll support you from outside." said Zac. "Back you up if anything goes wrong." "But I'm not a dancer." said Streek. "If you're good at martial arts then you're good at dancing. It's the same principals, the minds mastery over the body, graceful movement, learned routines. I've got six hours to teach you some dance routines." "Shit! I don't know about this." "That's okay. I guess I could go in there by myself." "The hell you will!" said Streek. Mia smiled at her, "Glad to hear it." "Sit down Streek, we're jumping in ten seconds." said Zac. She sat down and then a moment later she felt the surge and the view screen went black. "We're away, next stop; Verona." "Come on Streek, lets go and practice in the cargo bay." said Mia. "Can I watch?" asked Zac. "No!" When they got to the cargo bay they stripped down to their underwear. "Is this really necessary?" asked Streek. "Dancers wear skimpy costumes, get used to it." Mia started stretching. Streek admired her nice body as she bent down, then she started stretching too. "I've never danced in my life." "Didn't you want to be a dancer as a little girl?" "I was never a little girl." "Oh right, ...clone. I wanted to be a dancer when I was little. One of my earliest memories was my Mum coming taking me to a dance recital. Then the war started, and Mum and Dad were always away on missions, there was no more time for dance recitals." "...One day Dad came into my room and told me that Mum had been captured by the Federation. I was too young to fully understand what it meant, I just wanted my Mum back. I didn't want to be a dancer any more, I wanted to be a fighter, to get strong so I could go and save Mum. I was just a kid, I didn't know any better." "...Then the day came when Dad told me and Zac that she was dead. I just threw myself into martial arts training and I guess I never really got over it. I still dance sometimes, when I'm alone. It kinda makes me feel closer to Mum, you know." "I saw a picture of your Mum, she was very pretty." "Yeah, she was beautiful. I'll never forgive the Federation for taking her from me. Well ...I've told you a deep, dark secret about me, now it's your turn." "Um ...I dunno ...I ...I like girls." "Yeah, I kinda guessed that about you. Are you and Blondie ...you know, ...an item." "Bernie? ...She's my best friend. At least I hope she still is, we didn't really part on good terms." "Yeah, I gathered that. Do you know that she and Zac had sex?" "Yeah, she told me." "Can't say much for her taste. Zac seems smitten though. Anyway, let's get started, just follow my actions." "If we were on the Avatari I could just get it all loaded into my brain." "Yeah, well, we don't have a mind-writer, so you'll just have to pay attention. Just think of it as Kung-Fu, without the hitting." The two of them practiced dancing in the cargo bay for hours, and Streek started to get the hang of it. She enjoyed spending the time with Mia, even if she wasn't the most patient instructor. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The Hornet buzzed around the much larger Star Ship in space, stinging it with its powerful quad lasers and drawing a lot of fire in return. The small fighter was white and triangular with two triangular wings sticking out either side, large laser cannons were mounted on each wing and two more were mounted on the front of the craft. Wide, green laser blasts lanced out of all four barrels simultaneously. The other ship, the 'Ace of Clubs', was around twice the size of the Clubber Lang. It was long and dark grey, it had several guns mounted to it, including a laser turret that pelted the small fighter as it swiftly flew around the craft. Large missiles were also launched at the fighter and exploded on its shields but the small craft continued unscathed. "How are those shields holding up Ben-Two?" asked Bernie over the comm. "Just fine Captain, this craft is fuckin' amazing. It's drawn a shit-load of fire and the shields are still around ninety percent. Can I divert more power to the lasers now?" "Okay, just keep your distance from the ship, I don't want you slamming into it. and don't get carried away, we're aiming to disable them remember." "Aye Captain Balboa." It was a nickname the Ben clones had taken to calling her. Bernie was in the Captains Chair of the Clubber Lang, it felt good to be sitting there again. Two other Bens were in the cockpit with her, the other two were stationed in the engine room. "I think the Hornet has their attention. I'm taking the Lang closer, you can fire when we're in range." "Aye Captain." said Ben Four next to her. "Ben-Two, we're getting in on the action, watch for us." "Roger that. Better hurry, or there won't be any action left for you." "Lucky bastard!" said Ben-Four. "Where did you get that fighter anyway?" "I'm just borrowing it from a friend. We're coming into range." The Clubber Lang came up on the ship and started firing its' balls of blue plasma, weakening the ships' shields further. Some of the laser cannons shot at the Lang, but the large laser turret still blasted away at the swooping Hornet. "Whoo, this is fun!" said Ben-Two as he made another pass, firing on the ships' shields. "Their shields are getting very low Captain. Ours are at eighty two percent." said Ben-Five. "Ben-Two, reduce power to your lasers, target their turret first." "Aye Captain. Ready to do some real damage." "Their shields are at three percent, ...two, ...one, ...they're down!" said Ben-Five. "Target their weapon systems, Fire!" said Bernie. The Clubber Lang and the Hornet fired on the ship again, this time they smashed the ship itself, causing great damage. The large laser turret exploded as the Hornet made another pass and hit it with a volley of green laser blasts. The Clubber Lang took out the other laser cannons, one after another. "Now target their engines," said Bernie. The thrusters at the rear of the ship were destroyed and the ship was dead in space. "We've got a hail Captain. He wants to talk to you." "I suspect he would. Open it." The face of a middle-aged Asian man appeared on the screen. "Whoever you are, you've made a huge mistake attacking me. Skylar will have your heads. If I were you, I'd turn tail and run and never stop. You're fucked! You hear me?!" "Mr. Chong I presume? I'm Captain Bernadette Anders of the Clubber Lang." "Are you a Pirate Bitch? you should know I'm a close associate of Skylar. You'll pay dearly for this!" "No, I'm not a Pirate. I understand you bought a very special item recently from my ...brother. I want you to tell me where it is." "Anders. I thought I recognised the name. Look, I bought that item fair and square. It's not my fault your brother didn't charge me its full value. As I understand it, he was desperate to get rid of it. The Feds were coming after him hard." "I don't care about that. I just want to know where it is." "I sold it to the Pirate Alliance you dumb Bitch!" "Be more specific. Where is it being held?" "How the hell would I know?" "You're a smart business-man, I bet you make it your business to know these things. Now tell me what I want to know or we'll blast you to the next system." "Sorry to disappoint you, but I really don't know. Say, that's an impressive fighter you got there. We hit it with everything we had. What the hell kind of shields does it have? If you can get me the plans for it, I can make you very, very rich Captain Anders. I'm the man to go to when dealing with Alien Tech. I can put this little incident behind us and we can be business partners. What do you say?" "I say you have ten seconds before we turn you and your ship to dust." "Look, I told you..." "Ten, ...nine, ...eight..." "You think I'm scared bitch?" "five, ...four, ...three..." "Okay, Okay, Fuck you! I'll transfer a file over to you with the details of the Pods' location. But if you're thinking of going there after it, you're fucked. You'll be blasted before you get close. Even with that fancy little fighter you got." "We've got the file Captain." said Ben-Four. "It appears to be legit. There was a virus with it, but we fragged it, no problem." "There, you've got what you want. Now go off and get sent straight to hell, you fuckin' Slut!" "Thank you Mr. Chong, but we're not done yet. I heard you killed a couple of Resistance Operatives. ...You shouldn't have done that!" She closed the channel and then took a deep breath. "Resume firing on the ship. Destroy it!" "Aye Captain." said Ben-Four. "Aye Captain." said Ben-Two over the comm. The Hornet came around and let off a barrage of powerful laser blasts. The Clubber Lang shot a volley of plasma shots at the ship. The large ship was engulfed in a huge explosion and debris scattered everywhere. "Any sign of an escape pod?" asked Bernie. "Negative Captain." "Ben-Two how are you doing there?" "Peachy Captain. That was fun, can we do that again?" "Watch out for debris, and stand by. I'm setting a coarse for Verona." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Streek, Mia and Zac walked through the streets of Keyser City. They had been shopping and bought some skimpy dancing costumes that they were wearing under their jump-suits. Mia and Streek also had their hair braided. Streek had never really enjoyed shopping before, but it was a lot of fun with Mia, even in this dingy, Pirate infested City. "So, is Keyser City like you imagined it would be Streek?" asked Mia. "Pretty much, it's kinda trashy. It's sorta like the Undercity, but on the surface." "There's richer suburbs, home of the more successful criminals. But the whole place stinks of Pirates." They heard a couple of gun-shots off in the distance. Zac was eating some meat skewered on a stick, "You sure you girls don't want some, this is tasty." "Do you even know what kind of meat that is?" said Mia. "Sure, it's lamb, ...I think." "It's probably rat, there's plenty of them about." Zac looked at the meat and then shrugged and took another bite. "Is the Van Halen going to be all right?" asked Streek. "Yeah, we paid the Dock-Master enough to ensure he takes good care of it." said Mia. "I've integrated some pretty good automated defences into it anyway." said Zac. "If anyone messes with her, they'll wish they hadn't." They walked on for a bit. The neighbourhoods were rough and run-down. A young boy, walking in the opposite direction bumped into Mia. "Sorry." he said as he pushed past. Mia grabbed hold of him by the back of his jacket before he got out of reach. "Hey, What are you doing? Let go of me lady!" He looked to be around seven or eight and had dark, medium length hair. Mia held her hand out to him. "What? What do you want? Fuck off! Leave me alone!" Mia sighed and then reached into her pocket and pulled out a couple of twenty dollar credit slips. "Do you have a TAB I can buy off you?" she asked. The boy looked at her warily, and then snatched the slips. He slowly pulled Mias' TAB from his pocket and handed it back to her. "You should be in school." said Mia. She let him go and he scampered off. "Why did you give him the slips?" asked Streek. "He'll probably get a beating if he returns to his guardian empty handed. That's the way it is around here." Mia looked at her TAB and pointed across the street at a four storey office building. "That's the place." "I'll be close by if you need me." said Zac. "Good luck in there girls." Mia nodded and then entered the building, Streek followed close behind. There was a fat, middle-aged woman sitting behind a desk when they entered, she didn't seem to pay them much attention. Mia and Streek approached her "We're here for the audition," said Mia. "We're dancers." The woman looked up at her and then nodded to a door, "Go on through luv." They moved toward the door, "You nervous Streek?" "Yeah, can you tell?" "You'll be fine, just do it like we practiced, and let me do the talking." They went through the door. There was a large, open room behind it with a desk in the middle and a couple of men sitting behind it talking to each other, they stopped talking and looked at the girls. "Who are you?" asked a rough looking, fat, balding man. "I'm Julie Winfield and this is Veronica Vega, we're here to audition." "Dressed like that?" "Give us a second." Mia and Streek both unzipped their jump-suits and stepped out of them, leaving their guns and TABs in with the clothing. Their costumes consisted of flashy golden braziers and golden arm bands and a golden G-string with red silk cloth coming down at the front. They showed a lot of skin. The men whistled in appreciation. Streek could feel their eyes leering over her half naked body. "The brunette has a nice set of tits, and the red-head is really fit." he said to the other man. "Come here in front of us so we can get a good look at you. I'm Romm and this is Marty. Where are you girls from?" "New Heidi, but we travel around a lot." said Mia, coming forward. When they were standing in front of them Marty said "All right, stand still for us now." He pointed a black device at them and lines of light swept through them as they were scanned. "What is that for?" asked Streek. "Just a precaution." said the man. Streek got worried that they would be able to see that she was a clone, but the men didn't seem surprised by the scan. "Okay, let's see you dance then," said Romm. "Any particular music you want?" "Just any dance music will do." said Mia. Romm pressed at his TAB and some crappy electronic dance music started up. The girls started their dance routine, Streek was watching Mia and was a little stiff at first but she soon eased into it. Mia was a good teacher and the routine they developed wasn't too showy or difficult. Pretty soon they had finished. Romm stood up from his chair and gave a half-hearted clap. "Pretty hot." he said, as he walked around to them. "Those are some nice tits." He moved his hands toward Streeks' chest. "Hey!" she said, stepping back away from him. "Look, but don't touch!" snapped Mia. Romm gave them a lop-sided smile. "This gig is for a very important person. I'm sure you're aware how well it pays. I got scores of bitches just like you, lining up for this gig. I wanna know how much you want it." Both girls were quiet, Mia gave him an intense stare. "Which one of you is better at sucking cock?" asked Romm, rubbing his groin. "Fuck off!" said Mia angrily. "We're dancers, not whores!" "All women are whores, some are just more difficult about it!" "Come on Veronica, we're out of here. Thanks for wasting our time Ass-hole." They went over and started pulling on their jump-suits again. "Heh, you can't blame a guy for trying," said Romm. "Truth is, you girls seem a lot more classy then some of the slutty trash we've been gettin'. You got the job, see my wife out there for the details. And just so you know, you get five times as much if you decide to do a little whoring, not bad for a nights work eh? Think about it." Mia looked at Streek and smiled, they were in. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The Clubber Lang dropped out of hyper-warp into the Verona system. Seconds later the Hornet appeared as well. "Now I see the down side to volunteering to fly this thing." said Ben-Two over the comm. "It's pretty damn cramped for long space travel, and I don't care much for the toilet facilities." "You gotta take the bad with the good." said Bernie. "Stay in formation as we head to the planet." "Aye Captain Balboa." They started heading toward the planet Verona. Soon Ben-Two came over the comm again. "Captain, I'm picking up something on long-range radar." "So am I," said Ben-Five next to her in the cock-pit, "Five ...no six space-craft on an intercept coarse." "Shit! What brought them on to us so fast?" said Bernie. "Oh shit! It's a virus!" said Ben-Four behind her. "Chong sent over two of them, one we were supposed to find, the other was way more sophisticated and fuckin' good at staying hidden. It's been broadcasting our location and announcing us as enemies." "That sneaky Bastard!" said Bernie. "I should have been more careful, Fuck! We don't have time to make another jump. Go to red alert, full power to shields. Continue heading toward the planet, full speed." "That takes us toward them." "Yeah, but making it to the planet is our best hope." "I can go ahead of you Captain, try to draw them away." said Ben-Two. "No, stay with us. Be ready to engage them." They continued speeding ahead toward the Planet. Bernie watched as the ships approached on the radar, they were three medium-sized gun-ships and three modified Federation Dart fighters. They lacked any Identifiers, they had to be Pirates. "We're coming into range." said Ben-Four. "Target the Darts and fire at will." ordered Bernie. Laser fire started lancing through space toward them and Bernie moved the Lang about, flying evasively. Plasma and Laser fire returned from the Clubber Lang and Hornet. The ships got larger and larger on the view screen, and bright lines of laser-fire filled the screen, a lot of it being absorbed by the ships' shields. "Shields below seventy percent." Their laser fire was concentrated on one of the Darts and it exploded as the ships zoomed past each other. "That's one down." said Bernie. "Our shields are at sixty-four percent Captain. The Pirates are coming about and are in pursuit." "Of coarse they fuckin' are. Ben-Two, split off from us and see if any of them follow you. If not, get behind them and give them hell." "Aye, Captain." The Hornet flew away from the Clubber Lang and then the two remaining Darts went after it. The three Pirate Gun-ships continued going after the Lang. They were fast, and soon they were in range and started firing on her again. Bernie started flying evasively again, but lasers were slowly wearing the shields down. The Planet Verona was looming ahead of them, it grew larger and larger until it filled the view screen. "We're entering the atmosphere, shields at thirty-two percent." "Drakk, were in big trouble here. Our best bet is to try and make it to the surface." The Lang zoomed down through some clouds as lasers continued to strike it from behind. A green continent grew larger in front of them, soon they were able to make out geographical features on it. "Shields are down below ten percent Captain." Bernies' heart was racing. She flew the Lang more erratically, trying desperately to avoid the laser fire, but the Clubber Lang was never a very agile ship. "I'm picking up the Hornet again, he seems to have taken care of the Darts and is coming up on the gun-ships. Shields at five percent." The Hornet swooped in, firing at one of the gun-ships. It's turrets swivelled around and started firing on the small fighter. The other two continued firing at the Lang. A loud alert sounded in the Clubber Langs' cockpit, accompanied with a flashing red light. The shields were down. Then the ship shook violently as laser-fire smashed into the hull. By now the land was getting very close in front of them, it looked like green hills and light tree cover. "Our thrusters have taken a hit, they're losing power!" said Ben-Four in a shaky voice. "All hands, brace for a crash landing. Ben-Two, get out of here, there's nothing more you can do for us. You can't let them get a hold of the Hornet." "I'm not gunna desert you Captain." "I'm ordering you to retreat. Go!" She struggled with the unresponsive controls to bring the Lang parallel to the ground. The attackers stopped firing, the ship was already done for. Black smoke trailed out from the wounded ship as it loomed closer to the ground. Bernie struggled with the controls as the ground came rushing up and the ship crashed hard. There was a deafening roar and the whole ship shook violently. Bernie was thrown around as the ship slid along the ground at high speed, kicking up tonnes of dirt and debris. It crashed through some trees, smashing them and throwing them in all directions as it slowly came to a stop. Bernie had been knocked unconscious in the crash, but slowly came around. Her body was awash with pain. She could hear one of the other Bens moaning and could smell smoke. She slowly got up from the floor, debris was scattered everywhere. She moved over to a Ben clone near her. "Ben, are you okay? can you hear me?" "Aaargh!, ...unnnn! ...I think my leg's broken." "Come on, we gotta get out of here." She put his arm around her shoulder and struggled to lift him. Another Ben slowly got up off the floor. "Give me a hand with him, will you?!" she said to him. They managed to help him out of the cockpit and exited the crashed ship through an emergency door. As they limped out of the smouldering wreck, a group of men ran up to them with rifles pointed at them. One of the Pirate ships had already landed nearby. "Let go of him." they yelled. "We need to get away from the ship, it could blow." said Bernie. "I said put him down Bitch!" Bernie gently let the Ben down onto the ground. A couple of the men came and picked him up and carried him off. They kept the rifles pointed at Bernie and the other Ben and then cuffed their hands behind their back and forced them to limp off with them. They got the other Ben clones out, and had all five of them lined up on the grass, amongst the fallen trees. They were all battered and bruised, on their knees with their hands cuffed behind their back. Lots of rough looking men in mis-matched armour were standing around them with rifles. Ben-Five was lying on his back, grimacing in pain as his broken leg began repairing itself. They could see the wreck of the Clubber Lang nearby, black smoke still rising from it, but it didn't explode. "I'm sorry guys, I let you down." said Bernie sadly. A man came up to them, he looked to be in his forties with short black hair and beard. A younger, skinny man with long, dark hair and glasses was walking with him. The bearded man looked them all over. "Clones." he said bitterly. "I heard you clones were tough. Our clone army will have the Federation shitting their blue pants." His eyes lingered on Bernie and she met his gaze. "So, you're the ones who killed Chong. Looks like he got the better of you after all. heh, heh. Will the real Ben Anders please stand up." None of them moved. Finally Bernie said, "He's not here. Who are you?" The other skinny guy was staring hard at each of them through his glasses, "She's right Commander, they're all clones." The Pirate looked at Bernie again, "I'm Commander Kahn, of the Piranha Faction. So, was Anders in that fighter then?" "No, he's dead." "Then which one of you is the leader?" "I am. Captain Bernadette Anders, of the Fuck-You Faction." "You?, I figured you were their fuck-toy. Why would you losers go and make the girl your Captain?" "She could kick your ass!" said Ben-Three. Kahn stepped forward and punched him in the face. Commander Kahn looked at Bernie again, "We've been looking for the Clubber Lang, and then you come and bring it right to us. Very nice of you Captain. Where's the book?" "What book would that be?" Kahn punched her in the head, knocking her to the ground. Another Pirate lifted her back to her knees again. "Don't play games with me Bitch, where is it?" "I burnt it. You Pirates wouldn't like it anyway, it doesn't have any colour-in pictures or dot-to-dots." Kahn punched her again, "Very fuckin' amusing." He slowly walked in front of them, looking them over again. "It doesn't matter, Anders knew how to use the Cloning Pod, and that means you lot do too. One of you is going to work for us, operating the Pod. The rest will get an unpleasant death. Do I have a volunteer? Who wants to live?" He looked each of them over and they stayed silent. He looked at Bernie again, "How about you sweet-heart?" "Yeah, okay, I'll do it, but only if you leave my crew unharmed." "You're not in any position to dictate terms to me." "Think about it Ass-hole. If you hold them hostage, I'll have to do whatever you say." "No, whoever it is, will do what we say anyway. We only need one of you. We already have some fun plans for the rest, heh heh heh!. Come on, let's get them out of here." Bernie and the other clones were dragged off to the ship. They were locked in a small room with benches lining each wall, a couple of Pirate guards got in there with them. One sat opposite Bernie, grinning at her. he was a rough looking man in his thirties with dark hair and stubble over his face. They felt the ship lifting off and start moving. "You got nice tits." said the guard, staring at her chest. Bernie looked away. "You don't mind if I give 'em a squeeze eh?" He put his gun down and went over to her and got hold of her boobs. "Get your filthy hands off me! Go away, you stink!" said Bernie. "Leave her alone!" called out Ben-Three. The other guard punched him hard in the face. "Don't like sharing your fuck-toy eh? Too bad Cunt!" The man continued to grope and squeeze at her tits, Bernie couldn't do anything about it with her hands cuffed behind her back and a gun pointed at her crewmen. He pulled down the zipper of her jump-suit and opened it at the front, he pulled her white bra down and exposed her large bare breasts. "Yeah, that's a real nice pair you got clone!" he grabbed them again, rubbing and squeezing them. Bernie grimaced as he moved his mouth to the breasts and started sucking and biting at her nipples. Soon he got up and dropped his pants, revealing his hard, seven-inch cock, and big, hairy balls. Bernie shook her head "No!, get that filthy thing away from me, you fuckin' Prick!" "Come on baby! I wanna do some titty fucking." He grabbed her tits and squeezed them together, then he slid his cock up between them. He laughed as he thrust his cock back and forth between her tits. Bernie looked away as the fat cock-head kept coming forward toward her face. "Yeah, bitch. Do the other clones ever do this with you? I bet they gang bang you all the time eh? I bet your really good at sucking cock." "Put it in my mouth and I swear I'll bite it off." "Nah, you wont bite it off, cos then I'd get my knife out and play slice and dice with you and your boyfriends." He let go of her tits and stuck his cock in her face. "Come on, open up for me bitch!" She turned her face away, but he roughly pulled her hair and prodded the cock-head at her lips, "I said open your slut mouth!" he said angrily, but Bernie kept her mouth shut tight. He gave her a couple of hard slaps to the face. "Fuckin' leave her alone you prick!" called out Ben-Three. "I told you to shut your face!" said the other guard as he hit him again. "And you, open your face!" said the guard as he slapped Bernies' cheek with his cock. "Fine then, if you won't take it in your mouth, then I'll just stick it up the other end!" He pulled her off the bench and onto the floor and then he started pulling at her jump-suit. "Naaaagh, stop it you Prick!" Bernie struggled as he pulled her jump-suit down over her ass. He had her bent over on her knees and roughly pulled her white panties down, revealing her bare, round bum. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and spat on the brown freckle of her ass-hole. Bernie cried out as he grabbed his cock and prodded the head of it at her little hole. He pushed it forward and Bernie cried out in pain as her ass was penetrated by the hard member. "Ahh Yeah! At least your tight ass is letting me in!" "Aaaagh! Aaaaagh! Stop!" cried out Bernie as he was ramming her forward with deep, hard thrusts. The other Bens were furious, there was nothing they could do as their Captain got brutally anal raped in front of them. They knew what it was like, and it was Bernie who had came and helped them. Bernie cried and moaned as the Pirate kept painfully banging away at her tight ass. Her large tits swayed forward as she was continually pounded. She let out a stream of obscenities as the Pirate rapist groaned with pleasure. Finally he stopped thrusting and pulled out of the squeezing sphincter. He went over in front of her and pulled her hair, making her lift her teary face. He had hold of his thick cock and was jerking it in front of her. "Nnnngh, yeah, I'm gunna give you a hot load in the face Slut, you ready for it?" He started to groan, and Bernie screwed up her face as she felt the warm, sticky cum spurt out onto her closed eyes and nose and start to dribble down past her lips, it made her shudder in disgust. He wiped his cock in her hair, and then roughly pushed her away. "You ready to have a turn with her Rick? Or would you rather do one of the boy clones?" "Ha!, not when there's a hot Slut here." He came forward and got his hard cock out. He bent over Bernie on the floor and got a handful of blonde hair. She winced as he forced her up on the bench again. He roughly groped at her big tits for a while, then he put his hard cock in her face. "Mouth or Ass-hole? Which is it gunna be Slut?" Reluctantly Bernie opened her mouth and he pushed his cock past her lips. She closed her lips around the shaft and began sucking. He got hold of her hair and rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her face. Sometimes the fat cock-head prodded at the back of her throat, making her gag. The cock tasted horrible, and she could still feel the other Pirates' cum running down her face. Soon Rock pulled out of her mouth and then pulled her off the bench, he sat down on the bench and made Bernie kneel in front of him and put her face into his groin, taking the cock into her mouth again. He sat back with a smile on his face as she bobbed her head up and down in his lap, sucking him off. After a while he started breathing heavily, he grabbed hold of Bernies head and started to groan. Bernie gave muffled cries of protest and tried to pull back as the cock throbbed, and then hot cum spurted out into her mouth. He let go and she quickly moved her head off his cock and spat the cum onto the floor. "You guys don't have her trained very well." he said to the other Bens. Bernie slumped down against the bench, cum dribbled off her chin. Rock got up and tucked his cock back into his pants. "Can you pull my clothes back on now?" she asked the guards, staring at them with hatred. "Why?, I like you better like that." said the guard, staring at her tits. "I bet there's gunna be some more friendly Pirate hospitality for you when we reach Keyser City." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* In mid afternoon, Mia and Streek had taken a shuttle to the Fortress with several other dancers. They were subjected to scans again, so taking along their weapons and TABs wasn't an option. Skylar Fortress rose up amongst other buildings along the shoreline of the harbour. It was huge and drum shaped, surrounded by high steel walls. When they got through the perimeter, they could see it was as much an opulent, spacious mansion as a secure fortress. The front balcony entrance was dominated by a huge aquarium tank. Streek was amazed when she saw the giant Great White Shark that occupied it, it had to be over ten meters long. It swam along slowly and ominously over the large tunnel entrance to the building. Obviously Skylar wanted everyone who came to the fortress to see him. They walked inside and there was a huge spacious area with a very high ceiling, large central staircase and balcony above them, people were all around, setting up for the party. "This place is something else, isn't it?" said Mia, she looked very sexy in her golden bikini dancer costume and with her red hair braided behind her. "This Skylar obviously has a shit-load of money." "Hey that's Quadrilogy!" said Streek pointing at the band setting up on the stage. A group of four long haired Rock-Stars clad in dark leather. "Yeah it is, you like them?" "They're not bad, Bernie likes them. They were doing pretty well in the charts, it must have cost heaps to get them to play in Keyser." "Yeah, I guess we'll be dancing to them. Just do what you're told for now, we should get a break sooner or later, then we'll do a bit of snooping." "Yeah Okay." There were round platforms set up around the huge room, where the dancers were instructed to stay and dance to the music. Streek wasn't far away from Mia, and she had a good view of the entrance and shark tank. She could watch the monster shark swimming around. They were just being used as decorations for the party. People started filling the room, mostly rough looking Pirate types, men and women, not the type of crowd you would expect to see in such an opulent mansion. Streek just danced up on her platform to the Quadrilogys' pop-rock, attracting a lot of lusty stares from men around the room. As the party went on, it seemed to get more rowdy. There was plenty of drinking and drug taking, and fighting and even some sex acts being performed out there in front of everyone, sometimes with not-too-willing women. Streek saw a huge man with short blonde hair enter the room and her blood ran cold. It was Tank. He had a bandage wrapped around his muscular arm where she had shot him on New Heidi. He didn't seem to even look her way. She wasn't sure if he would recognise her, but it would mean trouble if he did. Streek just continued dancing, and somehow she lost track of him in the crowd. There was some angry shouting and then a fight broke out between two big men, not far from where she was. One of them got knocked back into a table. He grabbed a large silver fork and then lunged forward and stabbed the other man in the guts. He cried out in pain and then got hit with a strong uppercut, knocking him to the ground. A crowd gathered around them, cheering them on. The big Pirate laid into him with his boot as he lay bleeding on the ground. Then the man dragged him off toward the shark tank, leaving a red, bloody trail. The guards let him drag the other man up the stairs of the tank as the crowd cheered him on. The wounded Pirate was begging for mercy as he was lifted up and thrown into the water. Everyone could see him splashing about, struggling in the water as it turned red around him. Slowly the monster shark approached and it seemed everyone in the room was cheering excitedly. The shark came up to the struggling Pirate and opened its huge jaws wide and then chomped him in half. An even larger cloud of blood appeared in the tank as the shark swam on and the top half of the dead man slowly sunk to the bottom. The crowd roared in excitement and watched as a minute later the shark came back and swallowed the rest of him. The band played on and Streek continued to dance. Everyone in the room went about their business again, after all the excitement. A few hours had passed and the sun was beginning to set, the party was now in full swing. Streek was told she could have a half-hour break. She climbed down off the platform and Mia approached her. "Wild party eh? I was watching you dance, very alluring. Come on, time to get down to business." Several men came up to them, wanting to talk to them. Mia brushed them off, saying they needed to go to the bathroom. Streek could feel their hands on her breasts and butt as they pushed their way through the crowd. She just pushed them away, resisting the urge to break their arms. They made their way up the wide, central staircase and up onto the balcony. Streek saw Tank up there, and he was talking to Sadie, in her black leathers with spiky, purple and red mohawk and a bunch of piercing. Streek quickly turned her face away, Sadie might recognise her if she saw her. Mia and Streek went into the womens' toilets up there. There was a woman in there at the basins, snorting some sort of drug. Mia went into one of the stalls and Streek went into another, she did need to pee. When they came out, the other woman was gone and they were in there alone. Mia had a compact TAB in her hand, she nodded up at the large air vents. "We're going through there, I remote hacked the motion sensors." "Where did you get the TAB?" "I won't tell you where I was keeping it, but it was pretty uncomfortable." "oh, ...but the scans?" "It has its' own stealth mode. We gotta find a security console and plug it in so Zac can hack the system. Now come on, we gotta get moving." Soon they were moving through the air vents. They were large enough for them to walk through, bent over. They came to a point where the vent split off upwards, and started shimmying up. "So," said Mia. "...Since you're a Lezzo, do you get turned on by looking at yourself in the mirror?" "I ...I don't really wanna answer that." "Come on, I thought we were friends." "We are, but I still don't wanna answer that." "Okay, but would you have sex with Streek clone?" "No!" Streek said straight away, "I strongly objected to that." "Oh, would be like having sex with a sister right?, the thought of sex with my brother grosses me out." "Heh, ...something like that." "You don't mind me calling you a Lezzo do you?" "I am a Lezzo." They were soon on the level above the main hall where the party was, they silently moved past a bedroom where they could hear a whore moaning as a Pirate bounced up and down on top of her. They moved to the next bedroom, Mia checked that there was no one about with her TAB and then kicked off the vent cover. The two of them dropped down into the empty room. They went to the door, Mia held her TAB up, running the x-ray scanner, she held her hand up, signalling for Streek to wait. After a little while they exited the room, out into the hallway. They moved up the hallway. Suddenly a tall, young man came out from one of the doors. He approached the girls smiling. "Hey there, looks like you two are free, how about I get some time with both of you?" Mia smiled at him and went and rubbed his arm, "Sure honey, that sounds like fun." She jabbed at his throat, quick as a flash, snapping his neck. He fell to the floor dead. "Give me a hand here Streek." Streek helped her drag him off into one of the rooms and then they continued on. They made it to a security room and Mia ran a scan. "There's a guard in here. I'll let you take care of this one if you like." "Sure." "Quietly." said Mia, Streek nodded. Mia Remote hacked the door and it opened. Streek ran in toward the guard in the centre of the room. "Wha..?" he said as she leapt at him and gave a strong kick to his head, he fell back to the ground and Streek was on him. She grabbed his head and twisted it, killing him. Mia closed the door and wasted no time pulling the wire from the TAB and plugging it into the security console. "You got a green light Zac." she said into the TAB. "Roger that, good work sis." came Zacs' voice. "How's the party? I never got an invite." "You wouldn't fit in with this crowd. You'd be the sad guy in the corner, eating chips." "I don't know, I like a good party." "But now's the time to get to work brother." "I am working Bloodnut!" Zac fell silent as he went about hacking their system. Mias' eyes fell on Streek, looking over her half-naked body. She slowly came closer. "I've got another question." she said. "Yeah? What's that?" Mia came even closer, Streek was surprised when she planted a kiss on her lips. Streek couldn't believe this was happening. She kissed her back, their tongues rubbed against each other. Her heart was racing and she felt wonderful tingling sensations running through her body. Mia pulled away slightly, and Streek felt the urge to feel her warm, soft lips again. She looked into her beautiful green eyes. Streek leant forward and kissed her again. She was getting hot and flushed. Eventually Mia pulled away again. Her expression was hard to read. "Did you enjoy that?" asked Streek. "No! It's not there." came Zacs' voice. "What?" said Mia. "The Cloning Pod, it's not at the fortress. I found references to a secret facility where they keep their Alien Tech, but they were careful not to leave any record of its' location. I'm ninety percent sure the Cloning Pod is somewhere else." Mia turned to Streek. "Drakk!, we did all this for nothing!" "We could go and visit this Skylar, get him to tell us where the secret facility is." "No, it's way too risky. We'd end up as shark food. We'll get out of here and then concentrate on our search for Bernie and Dr. Arnott." "Okay then." They left the security room and moved back down the hallway. At the end of the hallway they opened a door and found themselves face to face with Sadie. A bright beam shot out from Sadies' gun at her hip and struck Streek, she dropped to the floor as Mia kicked at the gun. Another beam hit Mia just as she knocked the weapon away, and she dropped to the floor as well. The weapon clattered against the wall and onto the ground. "Hey, that gun wasn't cheap Bitch!" said Sadie. "I got it special order." She went and picked it up again. Streek was flat on the floor, she was trying to get up, but she couldn't move at all. "Scorpion Tail, causes temporary paralysis, but not loss of consciousness like most stun weapons." said Sadie coming back over to them. Streek heard the footsteps of more people approaching. Sadie grabbed Streek by her braids and lifted her head up, she looked at her coldly. "Yeah, it's you. The Dyke who approached me in the bar on New Heidi, and you were at the Impound Facility too, shooting at us. I thought I recognised you downstairs." Streeks' jaw slumped and drool ran down her chin, she couldn't talk. Sadie let go of her and her head thumped against the floor. "That's the one that shot me!" came Tanks' deep voice, "I'm sure of it." Streek felt a gun pressing against her arm. She was scared out of her mind. "You're gunna know what it feels like bitch!" "Don't Tank!" said Sadie. Tank kept the gun pressed against her. "Put the gun away, that's an order." Tank growled, and then holstered his gun. "Skylar will want to know what you Bitches are doing, sneaking about here." said Sadie. "We don't have to take them to Skylar right away, eh Captain?" came another mans voice. "They're such pretty young things. Can't we have a bit of fun with 'em?" "Well, they can't talk anyway, until the paralysis wears off. It should take about an hour." She lifted Streeks' head, "You offered to do some Ryphin with me before. Let's go then Dyke." Tank lifted Streek up and slung her over his shoulder. "Heh, heh, I'm gunna give you a good fucking!" he said as he groped her ass. Mia was picked up and carried by another man. Streek couldn't even look around, but she guessed there was about six of them. They carried the girls into a nearby bedroom. Streek was roughly thrown down onto the large bed, and then Mia was thrown down next to her. Tank got over her and pulled down her top and started handling her boobs with his large hands. "I've got her first Tank." said Sadie. "You?" "Yeah me. I think she's pretty hot." Tank reluctantly backed away and Sadie got up on top of Streek and turned her head and kissed her on the lips as she groped at her boobs. Streek could feel the round metal stud on her tongue as it rubbed on her tongue. Sadie had a small vial, with clear brown liquid in it. "Here's a present for you." she said and poured half of liquid into Streeks' mouth. It had a familiar strong grassy, mentholly taste. Sadie lifted her head so that it poured down her throat. Sadie swallowed down the rest of it. "That's a waste of good Ryphin." said Tank. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want with it." Sadie kissed Streek on the lips again, rubbing the metal stud around in her mouth. "I didn't even ask you what your name was, ...oh well." She moved down and was kissing her breasts. Streek could see a couple of men next to them molesting Mia, she felt really helpless. Sadie pulled off Streeks' bikini bottom, and exposed her pussy. Her pubic hair was just short fuzz, where it was still growing back. Sadie spread her legs and smiled at her. "You've got a pretty little cunt, don't you? It looks nice and tight." She got down and moved her tongue along it, rubbing her metal stud against her labia. The Ryphin was starting to affect her mind. It started blocking all negative thoughts and feelings and amplifying all the positive ones. Her pussy felt good and was getting wet as Sadie licked it. "I'm gunna get you off honey." said Sadie and she continued licking away. "Ahh Yeah!" said the man next to them, he had his cock in Mias' pussy and started fucking her. Another man had his cock in her mouth, trying to get it down her throat. To Streek, both the men looked very handsome. Even Tank who was towering over her looked very attractive. Sadie continued to work Streeks' pussy with her tongue while she rubbed her clit with her wet thumb. It was feeling really good for Streek, her pussy was completely relaxed and the Ryphin was enhancing the pleasure, she was getting wetter and wetter. "Why are you making her feel good?" said Tank. "She's the fuckin' enemy." "Because I want to, Meat-head. Don't worry, she'll get what's coming to her." "Yeah, I'll see to that." Streek could feel the fluttering sensation inside her, getting stronger and stronger. Sadies' tongue rubbed around on her clit and then sunk back into her wet pussy as she tongue-fucked her. Streek started to climax and waves of pleasure emanated from her pussy. "Ha, I think she's cumming" said Sadie. She sunk her fingers into Streeks' soaking wet cunt and pressed up against her hymen. "Wow! I don't think this Dyke's even been penetrated." "You sayin' she's a Cherry?" said Tank. "My pretty virgin princess." laughed Sadie. "That Ryphin's kicking in, eh Captain? How you feelin'?" "Pretty fuckin' good, thank you Tank." "How about I pop your Princesses' cherry and you watch and play with yourself. That sound good?" "Yeah, that sounds good." "Heh heh, great!" said Tank. Sadie got off of Streek and the giant climbed on the bed. Streek was still in a Ryphin and orgasm induced daze. She saw him pull out his huge, twelve-inch cock. The Ryphin failed to block out her sudden jolt of fear. She remembered too well, being forced to take that massive thing in her ass and mouth. She snapped out of her daze, she didn't want to be raped by him again. Streek let out a throaty groan and she barely managed to throw her arm up at him weakly then it flopped back down again. "Hey, she's not supposed to be able to move yet." said Sadie. "Maybe your gun is faulty." said Tank. "Is that one moving at all?" Sadie asked the men who were raping Mia. "She's only gettin' bucked every time I thrust into her." "Maybe my virgin princess is a tough little Dyke." "Well, let's see how she handles the Tank." He spread her legs wide and pressed his huge cock up against her wet pink slit. Streek didn't have the strength to move again. Tank pushed into her, the pain was intense as he ripped through the hymen, and the huge, fat member stretched her tender insides as it penetrated her tight cunt. Streek couldn't even cry out in pain, she only gave another throaty moan. "Ahhh, Yeah, that's a tight piece of pussy! I love deflowering virgins!" He moved his huge cock back and then pushed it forward again and started fucking her. It hurt, but luckily Streek was wet, completely relaxed and under the influence of Ryphin, or it would have hurt a lot more. Streek got squashed into the mattress with each thrust as the huge Pirate moved on top of her. She couldn't believe this was happening, Tank was raping her again, and next to her, poor Mia was also getting raped by Pirates. Tank continued banging away, she couldn't believe how big his cock felt inside her. The sensation was too intense, but she still couldn't move. The other man was groaning next to them. "Nnnngh, Aaaah, I'm cumming!" He grunted as he spurted inside Mias' pussy and then pulled out. Another Pirate got on top of her and started raping her again, with a squish, squish, squish noise. The other man was still fucking her face, pushing his hard cock down her throat. Streek tried really hard, and could only move her hand a little. As Tank went on, the pain subsided and the intense rubbing inside her stretched, wet pussy started to actually feel good. Sadie got close again and kissed her. Her tongue was lashing around in her mouth, she also rubbed Streeks' clit while Tank fucked her with hard deep strokes. Streek could feel another orgasm building deep inside her. The feeling got stronger and stronger until she threw her head back and moaned as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. "Ha, the Slut loves my big cock. Stupid Dyke didn't know what she'd been missing". Tank thrust hard as Streeks' orgasm subsided, then he pulled out of her. He flipped her over and got her on her knees, positioning her like a rag-doll. Streeks' face was pressed into the bed as he forced his huge cock into her again from behind. Streek started getting continuously bucked forward as he fucked her hard and deep. She could move a little now, but it took a lot of effort, and it was hard to concentrate while she was getting the shit fucked out of her. Sadie reached around and groped and squeezed at her tits. Tank slammed away at her with his big cock for a while. He started to breathe heavily and groan, "Ahh, I'm gunna cum, where should I shoot it?" "Cum all over her pretty face." said Sadie. "You got it Captain." Tank pulled out and climbed up along the bed, he grabbed Streeks' hair and turned her head around and began jerking his big cock in her face. Tank groaned and then the hot cum spurted out onto her face, her jaw was slumped open and more cum shot into her mouth. Streek was grossed out, she could taste it, and feel it running down her face. She tried to spit it out but was having a lot of trouble getting her mouth to move. Tank put his cock into her mouth, her lips were stretched around the shaft, and the cock-head rubbed along her tongue. He moved his cock in her mouth for a little while, she could taste the cum and her own pussy juices. the cock-head sometimes pressing up against her throat. He pulled out and then dropped Streeks' head back down on the bed, with his cum still running down her face. Sadie looked at her and laughed, "I don't think she's gunna forget her first time with a man. eh, Tank?" "Nah, the bitch aint gunna forget me." Streek slowly moved her arm up along the bed. Mia was still getting raped by two men next to her. "We better cuff her. Just to be safe. I didn't think she'd be able to move at all for an hour." They slapped on some cable-locks, cuffing her hands behind her back. "Can I fuck her now?" asked another Pirate. "Yeah, go ahead Len." "I wanna fuck her in the ass." "What is it with you men and ass fucking?" said Sadie "Ass fucking is great." said Tank. "Not for those getting fucked, I hate it!" Tank smiled. "Yeah, well I never ass-fucked anyone who actually wanted it, but I bet this Slut isn't going to object." Len laughed too as he spread Streeks' ass cheeks and rubbed his hard, six-inch cock on her little ass-hole. "Heh heh, yeah, If you don't want me to stick it in your ass bitch, just say so." Streek gave another throaty moan. "Sound like she wants it to me," said Tank. "Give it to her." The Pirate forced his cock-head past the tight, squeezing ring and pushed his cock deep down into her ass. Streek was in pain again as he started fucking, moving up and down on top of her with deep, hard strokes. Next to them, the other man had pulled out of Mias' pussy and spurted onto her crotch and belly. The man in her mouth pulled out too, "I think I'll get more enjoyment from the other end. I'll get some ass too." He got off the bed and pulled Mia over, positioning her so that she was bent over the edge of the bed. He proceeded to force his fat cock up her tight ass-hole and started fucking her. The rest of them watched as both of the helpless girls were sodomised. "Wrap it up soon guys, I wanna take them to Skylar." said Sadie. "Aww, can't we get another ten minutes?" said Len as he thrust into Streeks' ass. "You got five." "That's enough." He began fucking her faster. Soon the men had finished and had cum. The two girls were wiped with a towel and dressed in their dancer outfits again. They were taken out of the room. Mia had her hands cuffed as well, but could barely walk and had to be carried. Streek was able to walk slowly, but kept stumbling. It was like her legs were made of lead and were half asleep. They walked down the hallway. Streek Could speak now but had to concentrate on forming the words. "...Bitch! ...you'll ...pay!" she said to Sadie. "Come now, I can see how you'd be a little upset about getting it up the ass, but we got you off a couple of times, don't tell me that didn't feel good." "...get you ...like ...Naeme!" Sadie stopped walking and looked at Streek. "Naeme? How do you know Naeme?" "Beat him ...into ...a coma." "You did? Good! I like you. It'd be a shame if Skylar tells me to kill you. What's your name?" "Streek. ...I don't ...like you." "You just need to get to know me better Streek. Next time you can eat out my pussy." Sadie made a kissy face to her and they continued on. They made it to a large room with pillars running down both sides and a large desk near the far wall, behind the desk were huge windows. Streek could see that night had fallen and the outside was lit up with many lights. She could hear the faint noise of Quadrilogys' pop rock from the party below. There was no one else in the room. They brought them before the desk. Mia seemed shaky on her feet, but was determined to stand. She had her head slumped. Mia had always seemed strong and confident to Streek, it was disheartening to see her like this. "Are you Okay Mia?" asked Streek. Mia looked at her and slowly nodded, her eyes looked red and puffy, like she had been crying, but she also had a look of fury in her intense green eyes. The large doors opened and a couple of figures stepped into the room. A large, muscular black man and a petite teenage girl. The man was bald with a shortly trimmed black beard, he wore a large black jacket, like a lot of Pirates favoured, and camo shirt underneath it. He seemed to project strength and confidence. The girl seemed to be about sixteen, but looked even younger with her dark brown hair in pigtails, she had fair skin and looked quite small next to the large black man. She was wearing a short green dress with long sleeves and long dark boots that went up past her knees. She was skinny, with small perky breasts. Was she his girlfriend?. They both seemed quite attractive to Streek, but that was probably just the Ryphin in her system. Streek also noticed that the girl was wearing round glasses, which was very unusual. Both the man and girl came up to them and thoroughly looked Mia and Streek over. Streek looked up at the big black man, "Skylar I presume." "That's a bad habit to get in to, ...presuming." said the man in a deep voice. "I'm Skylar!" said the teenage girl. "You?!" said Streek, surprised. Mia seemed surprised too. "Me!" she said. She nodded at the large black man, "That's Captain Payne, of the Steel Sharks." She stepped around in front of them and sat back on the desk. She looked over at Sadie. "tsk, Sadie, you're on drugs." she scolded. "I ...just a little Ryphin, it's a party ...everyone's doing drugs!" said Sadie flustered. "But you promised me." said Skylar pouting. "We'll talk about this later." "I ...I caught these spies for you." said Sadie. Skylar looked Mia and Streek over again. "Pretty! ...Dancers. Romm let them into my home. Have him fed to Scrappy will you?" "It is done mistress." said Captain Payne. "You would have seen my Scrappy swimming around the front." she said to Streek and Mia. "Cute, isn't he? I believe he's a descendant of the legendary Jaws that terrorised the people of pre-warp Earth." "...For millions of years, sharks were the top predators in their environment. The dinosaurs came and went, and they were still top predators. Then mankind evolved, and suddenly they weren't the top predators any more." "...Sharks still killed humans. But humans proved themselves to be far better at killing overall. No shark accepted that, they just went on trying to do what they do." "...But Jaws was one shark who went to war. War with the humans, to see who was really the top predator. It was a war he could never win, but he put up one hell of a fight. That's why I love that story!" She turned back to Sadie, "Did you bring them straight to me? They smell like sex." "That's because they're sluts!" said Tank. "No, not sluts. They're killers, these two." "That one was at New Heidi during the blockade." said Sadie pointing at Streek. "That's how I recognised her." "Really?" Skylar got off the desk and got up close to Streek, looking into her eyes. "She's a clone." Streek was surprised again, "How did you..." "I see things!" said Skylar, tapping her glasses. "What's your name?" "Veronica Vega." "What's your real name?" "...Streek." "What's your real name?" "...Lisa McKenzie." "Okay then, and you?" she asked, looking at Mia. "Mia Bolton. Remember that name. You don't fuck with the Boltons!" "Daddy big and powerful is he? His little girl has to work real hard to prove herself in her own right?" "Shut up! You don't know me. What about you?, how does a little girl get to become leader of the stinkin' Pirates?" "Boring! I don't wanna trade life stories with you right now." Skylar walked back around the desk and then leant forward on it, looking at the girls. "I know you're not with the Federation. You're with that busy little shadow organisation right? Call yourselves the Resistance? Is that right?" Mia and Streek stayed silent. "Yeah, that's right. You lot have been getting bold lately. That kick in the pants you gave the Feds on New Heidi, ...that was great! Did you have something to do with that Lisa?" Streek didn't say anything, she just kept looking at Skylar. "I'm going to let you girls in on a secret. ...We're on the brink of war. I know because I'm going to start it. I'm going to finish it too." "You're fuckin' mad." said Mia. "It's not a game. Do you know how many lives will be lost?" "Billions of Fed lives. Why do you say it's not a game? Of coarse it is. The greatest game of all." "Crazy Bitch!" "You see, I think the Resistance is like Jaws. You savagely attacked the Federation, and now they fear you. They will keep fearing you, until they destroy you. It's not a matter of if, but when. A war you cannot possibly win. If you were to side with the Pirate Alliance however..." "Fuck off!" said Mia. "We're not siding with any Pirates. We can't trust you." "You're one to talk! You infiltrated my home!" "And you would infiltrate us if you could." Skylar stood up again and gave a big smile. "Oh Yes, and thanks to you, that's exactly what I'm going to do." Skylar clapped her hands together playfully. "Don't you love it when all the pieces just fall perfectly into place for you? That's why I'm celebrating tonight. Chong brought me the Cloning Pod, and I just got an operator for it, a Ben Anders clone." "What?!" said Streek. "Is it a female clone?" Have they captured Bernie? "That's for me to know and for you to find out. And now I've got you two. I'm gunna make a couple of pretty clones that will infiltrate the Resistance for me." "My clone will never work for you Bitch!" said Mia. "I'm sure I can ...change her mind. Do you really think that..." Skylar stopped mid-sentence and looked around like something was distracting her. "Uh oh! You have a friend who's hacked our Security System, I suggest everyone takes cover." Skylar ducked down under the desk. There was a whirling sound behind them. Streek turned around and saw a couple of large gun turrets dropping from the ceiling. The Pirates dove for cover as the machine guns started firing on them. Mia and Streek ducked down, but the turrets weren't targeting them. Sadie and Tank were taking cover behind one of the large pillars. Sadie got out her Scorpion Tail, but as she raised it, Streek was already on her, kicking the gun away. Streek gave a strong straight kick to Sadies' chest. With her hands bound, all she could do was kick. Tank swung at her with his huge, muscular arm and barely missed her as she fell back onto the ground. He came at her on the ground, and Streek raised both legs and sprung at him with a strong double kick to his chest. The turret fired at him and he scrambled back behind the pillar. As Streek got herself up off the ground, Tank rushed back out and grabbed her from behind. "The turret won't fire on me while I got you Slut." Streek growled and struggled against his grip. She sprung up off the ground and smashed his face with the back of her head, making him growl and let her go. Streek slipped away from Tank and the turret fired on him again. He ran back for cover, but hit the ground as bullets ripped through his legs. Sadie grabbed him and strained as she pulled his heavy body. She helped him get back behind the pillar, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. Mia was behind the desk, fighting with Captain Payne. One of the turrets shot at the large windows. The glass was strong, but couldn't withstand the barrage of machine-gun fire for long, and soon there was a large hole in the window. The large doors to the room opened and more Pirates were there, they started firing on the turrets with laser weapons. Streek jumped up on the desk and then gave a flying kick to the black mans' head, knocking him down. "We need to get out of here now Mia!" Mia looked behind her at the gaping hole in the window. Some gunfire came their way from the Pirates at the doorway. "Yeah, I'll get you next time you little Bitch!" she yelled at Skylar, hiding under the desk. "You haven't escaped!" called out Skylar as the two of them ran out through the window as bullets struck around them. There was an empty balcony outside and Streek and Mia ran along it. The music was still playing at the party below them, they ran toward it. Soon some Pirates appeared out of the hole in the window and started firing at them. One of them dropped to the ground after being shot in the head, and another crouched down as another shot was fired at him. Zac was in one of the tall buildings off to the North-West, covering them with his Sniper Rifle. More Pirates spilled out onto the balcony, taking cover as Zac was picking some of them off. They fired on Mia and Streek as they ran away. Soon the girls were coming to the end of the balcony. They ran to the large stairway, but stopped as more gunfire came at them from below. More Pirate Guards were at the bottom of the stairs shooting. They ran over to the concrete railing and saw the front entrance to the fortress below, with the large shark tank and plenty of people about. Most of them were looking up, aware of all the gunfire. "What do we do now?" said Streek. "We jump!" "What?! ...Not into the shark tank!" "Yeah, we don't have any other options." "I wouldn't consider jumping into a tank with a giant shark an option." "Stay here then." said Mia as more bullets flew their way. She jumped up onto the railing and then leapt over the edge without hesitation. "Drakk it!" said Streek as she got up on the railing. A bullet whizzed past her ear. She threw herself over the edge. The tank rushed up on her quickly and there was a big splash. Streek found herself underwater, her arms were still cuffed behind her back and she could only kick about as she tried to swim. She was never really a strong swimmer anyway. Mia was close by, struggling to swim as well. What the hell do we do now? thought Streek. There were many shocked faces peering at them through the glass. Then Streek saw the large hulking body of the shark getting closer and closer. It slowly swam right by them. Streek looked right into its soulless black eye. It was fuckin' huge. She started kicking about more franticly, why the hell did she jump in here? Now she was going to be shark food. There was a TAK, TAK, TAK sound as Zac shot at the side of the tank with his Sniper Rifle, but the bullets weren't penetrating the strong glass. Streek saw the shark turn around, it was coming toward her again, all she could see were the rows of huge, sharp teeth that just kept getting larger as it approached. Suddenly there was a loud BOOM! Zac shot the side of the tank with an explosive round. The whole front side of the tank shattered. Streek was pulled forward in the rush of water and was thrashed about violently. She took some hard knocks and grazes, and managed to suck in some air as she found herself sliding along the concrete until she slammed into something. She looked up and saw the black eyes of the shark right in front of her. Scrappys' head started thrashing about and Streek shit herself as she the huge jaws gnashed about wildly, right in front of her. She staggered back franticly as the shark barely missed biting her foot off. Adrenaline was pumping through her body and Streek found herself on her feet before she knew it. Other bodies were all about her on the ground, knocked over by the rushing water. There was the sound of disarray all around them, the hundreds of party guests didn't know what was happening. Several guards with jetpacks flew off over the walls, going out to search for the Sniper. She saw Mia getting up off the ground. "This way Streek!" she called as she ran toward the front entrance. More Pirates showed up and fired on them. Zac shot one of them with an explosive round still loaded, the explosion took out the man next to him as well. Pirates started shooting at Mia and Streek from the guard towers on the walls. Four more turrets rose from the front lawn and then swivelled around and pelted the guard towers with machine-gun fire, making the Pirates take cover. The sound of gun-fire filled the air. Mia and Streek were sprinting to the front gate. There were more guards there, but they were taking cover from one of the turrets that was firing on them. They got to the front gate and both Mia and Streek pounced on the cowering Pirates, striking them down with a flurry of kicks. The huge, steel gate started lifting slowly. Mia ran over and slid under it when it was raised a few feet. Streek followed her. When they were outside, the gate stopped and then started lowering again. Streek was amazed that they managed to get out of there relatively unscathed. The sound of alarms and gun-fire and shouting was still quite loud behind them. "We're not out of danger yet, Come on." said Mia. Streek ran after her across the street. Mia ran toward the tallest building to the North of the facility, a couple of blocks away. They stopped in a dark alleyway and caught their breath. Soon a figure came around the corner. Streek tensed up, but saw that it was Zac running toward them, with his sniper rifle slung around his shoulder, a hand-gun in one hand and a small case in the other. "Are you two okay?" he asked. "We're okay. What the hell took you so long?" said Mia. "Their security system had some formidable ICE, and I had to get into a good sniper position. What happened in there?" "Nothing!" said Mia straight away. "Get these cuffs off us!" "Right." Zac put his case down and got his TAB. He remote hacked the electronic cuffs and they opened and fell off. Streek was glad to have her arms free again. Zac handed Mia her Barretta and Streek her Champion Ruby. "That was fuckin' wild, jumping in the shark tank like that. You're lucky I brought along my explosive rounds." "Yeah, I knew you..." Mia stopped and pushed Zac and Streek back against the wall and crouched down as a buggy slowly drove by the entrance of the alley, and Several armed Pirates peered down their way. Streek held her breath as they passed by, not spotting them crouching in the shadows. "Now we need to get back to the Van Halen." said Mia. "Skylar's not gunna make it easy for us." "Yeah, lets get moving." said Zac, and the three of them headed out of the alley. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The Pirates came and dumped Bernie down on the floor of the large cage with the other Ben Anders clones. The cage was in a dark underground area, above them they could hear the muffled noises of a large crowd of people. Bernie sat up and spat on the ground, she had the horrible taste of cum in her mouth. She wore her brown jump-suit, it was open at the front and there was cum on her tits. "Are you all right Captain?" said one of the Bens as they approached her, "Sorry, dumb question." "I'll live." said Bernie. "Heh, that was a dumb answer." "Yeah, I don't think we will. This place is some sort of Arena. They're gunna kill us in front of everybody." "There's only three of you. who have they got?" "It's Ben-Three. Don't hold it against him Captain, they might not have given him a choice." "Yeah, well we're screwed anyway. I let everybody down. I'm sorry." "No, It's not your fault. It's mine." said Ben-Four. "It was my responsibility to scan the transmission for viruses. After I found one, I stopped looking. I fucked up, big time. I'm sorry Captain." "The responsibility always falls with the Captain. This is my failure." said Bernie. "It's been an honour serving you Captain Anders. Even if it was for a short time." said Ben-One. "Going down fighting in an Arena. That's a death worthy of Rocky Balboa, don't you think?" said Bernie. "Yeah Captain. I'm sure you'll give them a show they'll never forget." After a little while a couple of guards appeared and started unlocking the cage. "It's time clones!" "Just stay with me, and watch each others backs." said Bernie. "We may even get through this." The Pirates came in and started leading the Bens out through the door, Bernie went to go with them but was pushed back. "Not you jugs. You're putting on a special show after these losers get snuffed." "No! I'm their Captain. I gotta go with them!" she said coming forward again. The Pirate smashed her in the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking her to the ground. "We'll come and get you soon bitch!" "Hey watch it!" said another guard. "She's gunna do a show, they wouldn't want you making her ugly!" "She's a clone. They're supposed to be real tough. Guess we'll find out just how tough they are." "So long Captain," said Ben-One. "I'm sorry Captain," said Ben-Four. "Good Luck Captain," said Ben-Five. Bernie sat up and watched them as they were lead away. ...

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Title: Making New Friends At Mall 24 by Klesk Vadrigaar Tags: Cheetah, Deer, F/F, Fisting, Stretching, Toys WARNING This fic has been classified as 'Adult' by the KVSSB (Klesk Vadrigaar Story Standards Board) because it contains scenes of F/F sex between a deer and a cheetah as well as toy play, fisting, and orifice stretching. Anyone whose age is not the square root of 400 or higher is advised to avoid this at all costs. Anyone who knows enough mathematics to understand the previous sentence (and possibly correct it) can go ahead and enjoy. Remember this story and all the characters are Copyright Klesk Vadrigaar 2005 and the address to send comments, be they good or bad, is [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Okay then, let us begin.... Meeting New Friends At Mall 24 Written by Klesk Vadrigaar "Come on Lara, how much longer are you going to be?" The young anteater called up as he waited impatiently by the foot of the stairs. "For the thirteenth billion time Steven, I'll be down in just a few more minutes." the reply came from above. "What's your rush? It's barely gone eleven and the place stays open 24/7." "It's not being late I'm worried about." Steven grumbled as he tapped his foot irritably. "It's just that at this moment the four horsemen are probably harnessing their steeds and Gabriel is practicing on his horn while I'm still standing here waiting for you to achieve an impossible level of perfection with your make up." "Oh stop, you make everything sound so horrible." The clip-clop of hooves were heard on the stairs as a slim, athletic female red deer hind rounded the banister and presented herself. "Well?" Steven looked over her attire. She was dressed in a light blue tube top which showed off the swell of her breasts in a way that was nice and seductive but not rude. Complimenting it was a light pink jacket which stretched just past the silver belt wrapped around the waist of her black jeans. Her russet color fur had been groomed to a killer glossy shine and she was wearing a gentle shade of red lipstick with eye shadow as well as an assortment of earrings in each of her long pretty ears. "I swear your mother would demand a refund from the hospital if she ever saw you like that." "That's why I only wear this stuff when she and dad are out on their frequent business trips." Lara tottered down the stairs and took Stevens hand. "So, is the sweet insectivore ready to help me break in my 19th year of life with a no holds barred indulgence in materialistic desires?" "As long as it makes you happy." The anteater said as he opened the door of the house and walked her out to his car. "So what's the big deal about this place?" Lara reached into her purse and pulled out a brochure. "Big is precisely the deal here Steve. This is the 24th Ultra Mall to be opened up in the United States. It's billed to be the ultimate shopper's paradise and it's right here on our own soil!" The doe patted her purse as she got in the car. "What better place than for a new 19 year old with mountains of birthday cash to spend the day at!" Steven looked over at the doe and shook his head in disbelief. "There should be a law limiting how many affluent relatives a single morph is allowed to have." He looked out at the road ahead. "I'm just glad your parents decided to have your party before they left. Don't think I could have handled both you and the combined wildness of all your other friends." "Hey, that's why I stick with you." Lara leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. "With my parents so preoccupied in their own affairs who else can I turn to for a dose of common sense and some semblance of reason to make sure I don't totally lose a handle on things?" "Indeed, and your voice of reason now states that we listen to something that doesn't require you to bang your head about until your neck gets bent out of shape." The anteater said as he switched on the radio. --- An hour later.... Lara looked out in awe as the car pulled into the vast parking lot of the mall. Cars were lined up in neat orderly rows that seemed to stretch on for miles, a sight that was only topped by the titanic building that towered over all, casting everything into shadow. "I believe we have arrived Steven." she said. "Yes, at the latest entry for 'Biggest Eyesore in Christendom'." The anteater said reproachfully as he pulled into a free space. "Now I see why they were so eager to build it on the opposite side of town, as far away from the residential area as possible." "Hey seeing as it's increased the tourist attraction of this state tenfold I don't think you have any right to complain." The doe retorted before stepping out. "Now come along, my pockets are being burnt away with all this extra moolah and my credit cards are in need of a work out." Steven leaned against the driver's side door as he contemplated the distance between their spot and the front entrance. "Erm, don't you think we should call a cab first? That's gotta be at least two hours on foot." "Oh quit your whining and put those bandy legs to good use." Lara said as she walked around and playfully slapped the insectivore on his rather podgy rear. "Yes she-who-must-be-obeyed." Steven replied as he followed the deer. --- The sight that greeted the two morphs inside could, at the very least, be described as overtly extravagant. Floors upon floors upon floors of shops selling everything imaginable reached up into the distant heavens while closer down at eye level was a gigantic bevy of statues and art displays enclosed within a mile wide concourse of food stalls specialising in virtually every type of cuisine on the planet. "Think they might be overdoing it here just a bit Lara?" Steven asked the doe who was studying the map (not a small, freestanding display but stretching out from ceiling to floor across a wall half the size of a foot ball pitch). "Wow, this place really does do it all!" Lara exclaimed in excitement. "They've got a full aquatic theme park, 23 music studios, 26 cinemas, a full nine hole indoor golf course, 15 live performance theatres, 16 gyms, 18 indoor tennis courts, 12 art galleries, 14 beauty parlours, squash courts, playgrounds, a go-cart track, God only knows how many shops and restaurants," "And despite all that, the one thing they forget to include is a name." Steven remarked as he studied one of the mobile computer maps (provided so morphs wouldn't get lost in the labyrinth of consumer outlets). "I mean 'Mall 24'? What kind of a name is that?" Lara picked up another map and studied it. "Well this place stretches into the adjoining state, and it is the 24th of its kind in the U.S. so they just went with what worked." She placed the map in her purse and surveyed the scene. "Anyway how many morphs really care about a name when the place in question is the ultimate shopper's paradise?" The deer cracked her knuckles and smiled brightly. "Top quality goods, here I come!" Steven tried to look disapproving but seeing the cervine looking so happy and radiant (and maybe more than a little appealing in her attire) he just couldn't muster up enough negativity. "I assume you're following the guidelines I laid down for you?" Lara smiled back. "Yes Steve, I made sure to only bring the two cards with the lowest credit limit." "And your monthly allowance?" "Not touching a penny of it. Today I'm only using what generous amounts have been handed down to me by my relatives." "Good, then no matter what happens you shouldn't incur too much financial damage." He patted her shoulder. "I guess we'd better get started on the fashion outfitting then huh?" "What? Screw that! Clothes can wait until after we've checked the gadget stores for the latest from Japan." She trotted off as Steve adjusted his glasses. \*I must remember that with her, the physical exterior doesn't accurately reflect the mentality underneath.\* --- Several Hours Later... Lara and Steven sat eating a late lunch at one of the smaller restaurants. Around them lay a plethora of packed shopping bags. "So Lara, what delectable part of Mall 24 do you wish to try next?" The doe wiped her mouth and thought about it. "Well all this is starting to get a bit heavy, so how about I propose a wager?" Steven looked intrigued. "Continue." "This place also has an eight level arcade of all the latest video games, one of the few areas you and I both share a passion for." A knowing smile crossed the black part of the deer's muzzle "I suggest we each pick three games, whoever comes out with the lower score on the majority of their opponents games has to carry the bags back to the car." Steven looked smug. "Alright girl, now you're speaking my language." --- Another hour later.... "Phew! You never told me you've been working on your light gun technique." Lara said as she placed her shotgun back in the rack. "Well I never knew you'd taken the effort to improve your handling of a flight simulator either" Steven remarked as he adjusted his glasses again. "So where does this leave us?" Steve pulled a note pad out of his pocket and did some quick scrawling. "Well at the end of your second choice I still remain supreme with two wins to your one." Lara shrugged "Well, no one ever said 19 was a lucky number." "Indeed." Steve stuffed the notepad back in his pocket. "So what's your third choice going to be? Maybe a bit of motor bike racing?" The knowing smile reappeared on the deer's face. "Actually I was thinking more along the lines of that." She pointed a hooved finger at a state-of-the-art dancing simulator, prompting Steve to immediately go wide eyed and throw his hands up in a defensive gesture. "Oh no! No way am I ever doing another one of those things with you." "Oh come on, it'll be fun." Steven looked at her dubiously. "No it won't Lara. You are, and I say this with out a shred of doubt in my mind, the queen of dancing games. I, on the other hand, am a flat footed and left footed clumsy lox who hasn't exactly got the right body for strutting his funky stuff." The anteater looked down to regard his rather corpulent form. "Your fault for scoffing all those caramel ant snacks. And anyway you've still got a lead to defend." "Nope, forget it!" Steve began gathering up all the shopping bags. "I'd rather forfeit than suffer the humiliation again!" He heaved up the bags and nearly fell over from their weight. "I'll take these back to the car, deal?" Lara looked at him confused. "Well, okay if you insist, but you're gonna have to go on without me. I can't say no to a good spot of getting jiggy." "Fine, just call me when you're done." He grabbed the bags again and hobbled out of the arcade, looking more and more ready to crumble under the weight with each step. \*One would think that'd be even more humiliating than dancing.\* Lara shook her head and went over to examine the machine more closely. It was one of the full body models that came equipped with sensors at elbow and shoulder level in addition to the ones on the floor so players had to also make use of their hands while playing. \*No matter, the lady of the dance floor is present and class is now in session!\* With a flurry, Lara threw off her coat and selected a track on medium difficulty. \*Let's get these hooves clopping!\* --- Eight songs later... Lara finished off her last track with a big stompy sashay across the floor pads, shaking her hips from side to side as her hands went up to wave over the sensors. She was rewarded for her efforts with a very satisfying 'A' grade. \*Whew! They're really making these things tough now.\* The deer leaned against the rear bar panting. \*Still, this is pretty fun. It's just, oh dammit; you can never fully enjoy these without a partner.\* She turned to look behind her and noticed with surprise that she'd attracted a fair sized crowd of other morphs, all of whom were looking suitably impressed with her moves. \*Ooh, my public come to show their admiration. How courteous!\* She deposited another credit and then stopped as a thought came to her. Switching the setting to two players, Lara turned back to the crowd and put on an inviting expression as she leaned against the bar. "Well, since you all seemed to be so impressed with me, would anyone care to come up and join me?" There was a momentary silence before a voice called out from the side. "Yeah, I'll take you up on that offer." Lara turned to see a female cheetah in a red tank top and black leather vest and pants with knee length boots stepping up onto the pads with her. "Course I must ask that we make one little adjustment." The feline turned to the screen and cranked the difficulty up to maximum. "There, that's more my experience level." The cheetah grinned as someone else in the crowd shouted out "Whey hey, go for it Felicia!" Lara turned to the cat and smiled. "Felicia is it? Well hello there, my name's Lara, and if it's a challenge you're proposing then I accept." The cat grinned wider and stretched her legs. "I thought you would. Shall we?" The two got down to dancing their hearts out. Stomping on pads, waving over sensors and generally getting their groove on, it seemed to be a fairly even match with both sides working their butts off to keep up with the computer. As the songs continued, Lara noticed something strange. It seemed she couldn't stop herself from constantly grabbing quick glances at Felicia, watching her lithe body stretching and flexing as she moved her legs this way and that. She noted the cat had a similarly athletic build to her, though with slightly enlarged proportions, and carried a grace about her that suggested she did this type of thing regularly. So occupied was Lara becoming in analysing her opponent that she failed to notice she was missing the odd step which was causing her score to fall farther and farther behind. It in fact came as a bit of a surprise when the next round of songs finally ended with her being given a more modest 'C' grade while Felicia stood tall with an outstanding 'S'. "Yeah!" Felicia cried out in glee. "The spotted one is still supreme." Lara was still surprised that she'd become that distracted with watching the cheetah but she soon found it in herself to smile. "Fair enough, your victory is well deserved. Only question remaining is, can you do it again?" the deer smirked. Felicia looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. "That depends, what's in it for me?" Lara contemplated and then found herself saying something totally unexpected "Well you've already won once so you get to claim a favour from me for that. If you win again you get to claim two favours. Sound fair?" Felicia thought it over and nodded. "Fire it up." This time around Lara concentrated harder on her moves and finished the next batch of songs with a well-deserved 'S' while Felicia had to make due with a 'B'. "Damn girl... (pant)...when you get going I can see there's no stopping you!" Lara smiled and patted her shoulder. "I've had more time to practice today. But keep in mind you still have one victory of your own so what can I do for you for that?" Felicia stepped off the machine and ran her paws through her silky blonde hair. "Let's start by having you pay for a round of drinks. I'm parched!" "Hmm, can't think why. It's not like we've been doing anything strenuous." The deer laughed as she snatched up her purse. "Just give me a moment to take care of something." She deer pulled out her cell phone and dialled Steven. The phone rang about eight times before the sound of desperate and continuous panting could be heard. "Yeah... (pant)...hello...(pant pant)" "Glad to see I got to you before your coronary hit." The cervine teased. "Listen I've decided I'm gonna stay here a little while longer so feel free to go off and do your own thing. We'll meet up by where we came in at around 8:00 or 9:00 okay?" "Sounds... (pant)...fine to me... (pant). I'll just... (pant)...go and pass out from exhaustion in the car... (pant)...Christ have you... (pant)...taken it upon yourself to start modelling lead clothing this year Lara?" The 'thunk!' of something very heavy being set down could be heard. "Only for you!" Lara grinned and hung up as the cheetah looked on bemused. "Friend of yours?" "In a sense. I just turned 19 about a week ago so I asked him to tag along while I indulged in the spoils of a new age and make sure I don't go overboard." Felicia smiled. "Well happy birthday my dear." She wrapped an arm around the deer as they walked out of the arcade "You picked a perfect location for the post-celebratory spending spree." "I know, isn't this place just the bomb?" Lara asked as Felicia steered her over to a juice bar. "That it is." Felicia stepped up to the counter. "So what does the birthday girl feel like?" "Something with lemon and peaches in it please." Felicia ordered and Lara handed over the money. "So what brings you here?" the doe asked as she took a big gulp of her drink. "Just came into to pick up some specialist goods I'm told are available here and to check out one or two other things." Felicia drank greedily before continuing. "Happen to run into a friend of mine who's here with her boyfriend." "Was she the one who called out your name?" "Yeah, the big lug had dashed off to the restroom so we were waiting in the arcade when all of sudden we notice this crazy but energetic little cervine that's started groovin' her thing on the DDR console like there's no tomorrow." Felicia grinned as she continued to suck greedily at her drink. "Yeah well I can be a bit of a maniac at stuff that I really like." Lara said as she stirred hers with her straw. "That's why I asked Steve to come with me, to make sure the same thing doesn't happen to my finances." The two morphs chatted for a while longer until Lara finished off her drink and chucked the empty container into a rubbish bin. "Well that certainly refreshed me a bit. Anything else I can do for you?" Felicia didn't answer immediately that but just looked over the deer. "Got a computer map on you?" Lara retrieved it from her purse. "Tell you what, meet me at these coordinates in the south-west part of the mall, say in 30 minutes?" Felicia programmed them in. "I'll be there with bells on!" the cervine said happily. --- 30 minutes later... Lara stepped off the mall's underground tram system, still feeling a bit surprised that the place was actually equipped with one, and stepped into the elevator bursting with curiosity at what Felicia may have planned. True she did find her behaviour a bit strange as until today she'd never been this forward towards a morph she'd just met but there seemed to be something about Felicia that was just sparking her overtly friendly self into overdrive. \*Well there must be, how else could anyone possibly beat you at your own game of expertise.\* Lara smiled as she neared the floor which the cheetah had designated. If there was one positive thing she could say about her, it was that the cat certainly was one hot little number on the dance consoles. Eventually the elevator reached the floor and Lara stepped out to find herself surrounded by a variety of shops that seemed to be geared towards more obscure products. Intrigued, the deer consulted her map and began walking past a row of incense stalls that segued into two ornate miniature garden fountain shops and then a store dedicated exclusively to Chia pets. \*Turn left at the Fragrant Candle Emporium...\* Lara continued to walk further into the maze, passing by tattoo parlours and then piercing salons. \*Right when you get to the Day-Glo House of Glow Sticks and...\* Lara looked up to be met with the sight of several mannequins in a display window dressed in rather revealing leather bondage gear. Surprised she turned around to be met with a long row of adult video parlours. \*Well...I guess you really can't get much more specialist than this.\* The cervine thought as she walked the last few steps and found herself standing outside a huge bi-level mega store of adult products. Lara whistled as she twirled herself around, taking in the sights of the explicitly adult domain she'd inadvertently stumbled into. \*We're just smashing down barriers today aren't we?\* A small smile appeared on the deer's muzzle as she continued to look around. Despite her usual adventurous self, this was the first glimpse she'd had into the more carnal aspects of sex and to be honest, she was kinda glad to have been given the opportunity. \*Guess having a privileged upbringing doesn't give you as in depth a view on the world as you'd expect.\* Lara mused as she looked over a variety of posing pouches on display. "Looking for your hubby's next birthday gift?" Lara turned to find Felicia standing behind her clutching a big shopping bag. "Might be an idea, that is if I had anyone that special in my life right at the moment." the deer admitted. "I suspected as much." Felicia smiled and hugged the cervine. "So, surprised to find Mall 24 caters to this too?" "A little, I'm actually more surprised the demand for such items was so big in this area." Lara said as she took in the scope of the place. "You'd be amazed what most normal folk go for to add some spice to their lives." She reached out and took hold of the deer's arm. "And if you'll follow me, I'll be happy to show you." "Eh?" Lara said as she was dragged into the mega store. "Felicia, wait a minute. What exactly do you want me here for?" The doe asked in confusion. Felicia turned and smiled in a way that was sweet but with a faint hint of deviousness. "I saw the way you were gawping at me while we were dancing Lara, and if I didn't know better I'd say you were actually enjoying the way I was cavorting myself." Lara went wide eyed and quickly averted her gaze as she tried to think up an excuse. "Err, well I...uhm...I wouldn't say that...I mean I..." The cheetah smiled more sweetly and put her finger to the doe's lips. "It's alright, you may not have noticed but the second time around I was doing the same thing to you." "You, you were?" Felicia nodded. "That's why I asked you here. This particular shop, as a means of beating some of the competition, has introduced a new feature for its customers." She opened her shopping bag and Lara gasped when she saw it was full of a myriad of sex toys of all kinds. "What, what's that?" Lara asked, apprehension and curiosity battling in her brain. "Allowing you to try out your purchases in the store!" Felicia smiled deviously. "What? Really?" The cheetah nodded and pointed to a hallway leading off from the rear of the bottom floor. Lara stared at it for a moment, still not quite grasping what the feline was trying to say. Eventually though her mind put two and two together and she looked back at Felicia in shock. "You mean you want me to...to...experiment with you!?" Felicia nodded. "Please understand it's only a request Lara. If you're uncomfortable with that then I'm sure I can think of something else you could do for me." Lara stared at the cat as she pondered the idea. The thought of getting intimate with pretty much anyone had hardly ever crossed her mind once during her early teens, and even later on she used to only fantasize about it occasionally when she felt she needed to blow off some stress. But she was 19 now, and to be presented with the prospect of taking such a big step like this into adulthood, especially with another female...Lara had to admit, she was interested. "Okay then, I'll go along with that." She blushed under her russet fur. "Just as long as you understand I'm a complete novice at this sort of thing." Felicia's devious grin never faltered. "Well then, follow the spotted one and I shall broaden your mind." She wrapped an arm around the deer's slender waist and led the two of them down the hall. --- Lara stepped into the confines of the private testing room, a distinct feeling of nervousness taking root in her cervine body at the realisation that she was on the precipice of engaging in one of the most intimate process of being an adult. Sucking in a big breath of air, she looked around at her surroundings. The room wasn't that large, maybe just big enough for four morphs to lie down in length ways, and was decorated with padding all up and down each wall as well as on the floor like some insane asylum prison cell. That said, it was comfortably low lit and furnished with plenty of pillows on the floor. The padded walls were also done up with a rich red coloured velvety material, giving the whole room a rather warm and cosy feel. "Okay, we've got this room for an hour, let's have some fun." Felicia said enthusiastically as she pawed through the contents of her shopping bag. Lara shivered as her mind kept running over the concept of what she was about to do. "Everything okay Lara? You're trembling like crazy." Felicia stated from behind with concern. Trying to steady her breathing, Lara turned to face the cheetah and attempted to put on a brave face. "I, I'm fine. Just nervous." Felicia smiled and rose to embrace the deer. "I can understand that." She reached up to trace over Lara's moist lips. "And I think I know of an excellent way to take some of the edginess away." Felicia gently moved her muzzle in closer to the deer's, feeling her rapid nervous breath blowing against her nose. "Don't move, just let me take the wheel and drive us both." Lara felt soft lips being pressed against her own, her body initially seizing up as a reaction, and then gradually relaxing as she realised she was now proceeding onwards into new and inviting territory. \*So this is what it's like to be kissed by a female. It's so warm and wet.\* The doe let her mouth loosen a bit and then shivered, this time in excitement, at the soothing feel of a kitty tongue wandering into her maw, the wet flesh delicately moving to swathe over the inside of her mouth which left a strange but welcome feeling of contentment flowing through the cervine's body. After letting this go on for another second or so, Felicia withdrew and smiled at the sight of a much calmer deer staring back at her. "So, feeling a bit surer of yourself now?" "A little, enough to persuade me to keep going." Felicia smiled and patted her shoulder. "Atta girl!" Lara nodded. "So what do we do now?" The cheetah let go and stepped back. "Well, an ideal place to start would be getting rid of the clothing." She began slipping off her vest while Lara turned around to face the other way again. She was still feeling a little antsy but pushed it down and steadied herself. \*Just pretend like you're in the showers after sports practice.\* Grabbing the bottom of her tube top, the cervine exhaled and began to slowly pull it up and over her head. The process took far longer than normal due to her unease but eventually she had it on the floor with her coat, leaving her ample breasts on display for all to see. Lara looked down at her furry orbs and had to stifle a giggle as she felt over them. She knew it was supposed to be only boys that were short-sighted enough to go crazy about breast sizes but she'd always harboured a liking for them too. Feeling them in her paws, playing with her nipples, making them bounce, it always left her feeling wonderful. Invigorated, the deer reached down to undo the clasp of her belt and push her jeans down so she could step out of them. She at last completed the step by sliding her panties off to join her other clothes. Breathing deeply, Lara stood straight as the reality of the situation slowly came to her. She couldn't believe she was standing naked in a public place but as her hands reached up to ghost down her trim, athletic body, Lara discovered she could find little wrong with the situation. "Mmm, I knew you'd be a treat to see in the fur." Lara turned around again to see Felicia wearing nothing save for her smile. Again the doe found herself nodding in appreciation as she looked over the cheetah's decidedly larger proportions. "You're quite a looker yourself." She admitted. "Maybe even more so than me." Felicia stepped over to the deer and lightly ran her paws over her tits, the gliding feel of the cheetah's pads sending a sliver of electricity through the doe. "What are you talking about? You're a very nice size." She cupped the breasts and ran her fingers over the nipples. "Soft, firm, these feel perfect." She began a gentle massage, watching in delight as Lara closed her eyes and murred softly. "Oooh, oh that feels wonderful." "Knew you'd like it." Felicia closed her paws around the breasts, squeezing them. "And I can make it even better for you." Lara eeped and then let out a quiet moan as the cheetah leaned in to tenderly lick across the tempting nipple, giving it a nice thorough tongue bath before taking it into her mouth and suckling gently. Lara moaned louder as she felt her nipple being sucked on, feeling the areola being fondled and bathed in warm wetness while the suction of the feline's mouth created a pleasant tugging sensation on the nub. "Oh wow, oh God Felicia." She gasped, feeling the kitty's paws leave her breasts to wrap underneath her ass. The movement confused Lara for a moment until she felt the cheetah pull her towards her, throwing her off-balance slightly. Understanding, the cervine let herself be lowered down onto the comfy pillows as the tingling sensation brought on by having her tits being sucked for the first time intensified. Lara looked down in fascination as the feline switched to her other nipple and began loving that one too, a gasp of surprise escaping her lips when she felt something long and fuzzy being stroked against the increasingly moist folds of her sex which she quickly recognised as Felicia's tail. "Ngah, Felicia, oh God, Felicia k-keep it up, please it feels so good!" Lara lay back and closed her eyes, revelling in her first ever experience of sharing pleasures of the fur. Eventually however she felt the tongue and mouth leave her nipples while the tail was also withdrawn. Whining slightly at the cessation of the wonderful feeling, the cervine looked down to find Felicia grinning playfully back at her. "I'm glad you're enjoying this so much Lara, but as we're a little pressed for time, I think we should move on." Lara nodded. "So, what do you want to do? I'm, I'm not that used to using toys." She said looking over at the shopping bag. "Then perhaps a demonstration is in order." Felicia said as she reached in and pulled out a six inch vibrator, followed by a seven inch ribbed dildo and then a nine inch one shaped like a canine with full knot. "First a little something to get the juices flowing." She snickered as she took the vibrator out of its package and inserted the batteries. "Okay, now the way I like to do it is by starting out on a low setting and then gradually going higher until I can't hold out any longer." She grinned as she reached inside the packaging and pulled out a small remote control. "However for added excitement, this new one comes with an IR sensor so your partner can control it from afar." She smiled gently as she held the toy and remote out for the cervine who was quite surprised. "You, you want me to use that on you?" "Don't see why not." Felicia said as she licked her muzzle. "You seem trustworthy enough" Lara blushed slightly as she accepted the vibrator. Gingerly she looked the mechanism over until she found the power switch and flicked it on. Turning it to a low setting she crawled over to Felicia who lay down and spread her legs. "Good, now start by lightly dragging it across my lips." Lara crawled in between the cheetah's legs. The scent of arousal filtered in through her nostrils as the doe glanced down to be met with the sight of Felicia's pink glistening pussy. Lara thought it looked strange, unusual and utterly enticing. Tenderly she brought the vibrator up to the tip of the lips and slowly moved it down the moist flesh. An audible purr emanated from above as she moved the jittering mechanism up and down and around the pussy lips, watching in fascination as her actions caused more and more juice to leak out. "Yeah babe that's it, now crank it up a notch and bring it over my clit." Lara adjusted the toy as instructed but stopped short of actually using it as a thought came to her. "Uh Felicia, do you mind if I try something first?" Felicia raised her head to ask what but was cut off when she felt an equally wet tongue being run slowly over her lips, the sensation producing a much louder moan from the feline as Lara reappeared licking her muzzle. "Sorry, but I had to see what you taste like." Felicia couldn't help but smile as she stroked over the doe's long ears. "Getting rather ambitious are we? I like it." She said as Lara moved back down to touch her clit with the vibrator. "Ooh yes!" The feline moaned as she raised her back a little under the feel of vibrating stimulation assaulting her clit. "N-n-now you t-try it." Lara removed the vibrator and looked at it. There was a drop of Felicia's pussy juices running down the silver head which enticed the doe on all the more as she lay back on the pillows and touched her own lips with the toy. "Oooh, oh, oh wow!" The deer closed her eyes tightly as the vibrating stimulation sent small pangs of pleasure radiating out from her groin into the other areas of her body. Murring in delight, Lara ran the device a little more forcefully over her vagina before she felt her lips part slightly allowing the toy to slip into her depths. The deer's moans became much louder as the vibrations seem to intensify with each passing second, rocking her to the core and making her feel on top of the world until she felt a paw reach in and pull the device out. "Woah there girl! Let's not get too carried away on our first try. You may want to lift you thumb up there too." Lara gazed up in confusion, until the cat gestured to her hand. Looking down, the doe found that in her throes of ecstasy, she'd been inadvertently jamming her thumb on the remote, pushing the vibrator's speed up notch by notch. "Still though, can't argue with the look on your face." Felicia chuckled as she felt over the device and flipped a smaller dildo out of the main body, folding it out to form a hook like shape. "Now if you'd be so kind as to insert that thing into my own pussy." Lara nodded and brought the device once again over the lips before gently pushing it in, twisting the smaller dildo which she now realised was in the correct position to touch the feline's clit. "Oogh, oh baby! Now crank it up another level and leave it in there." Lara aimed the remote and pressed the corresponding buttons, leaving the cheetah to writhe around a bit until she got used to the wonderful feeling. "Alright, now for the next test." Felicia said, picking up the canine and ribbed dildos. "Now apparently these are made of a new kind of heat sensitive silicone which can 'collapse' itself to accommodate more than one intrusion into your body." She shrugged and looked at the doe. "Lara?" "Yes, Felicia?" "Here's where things get a little weird. I want you to help me stick these in as well and don't worry, I'm quite used to this sort of thing." Lara nodded to indicate she understood. "Now come here beautiful." Lara leaned in and found her muzzle being taken hold of as Felicia brought them together for another kiss. "Mmm, nice and wet as I'd hoped." She held up the canine dildo. "Mind helping me lube this up?" The feline delivered a nice long lick to the underside of the silicone. Lara watched and then did the same, licking the phallus until it was nice and drenched in saliva. Shooting the cervine a look of reassurance, Felicia guided the dildo head down to underneath the vibrator and slowly Lara began to push it in. "Ngh, yeah, ooh yeah that's it. Stuff me good." Lara could do nothing but watch in amazement as inch by inch disappeared into the feline's pussy, stretching it slightly but seemingly causing no discomfort to Felicia. \*Where can she be putting all of this?\* The doe thought as she incredibly managed to get most of the canine dildo in and was rewarded with more pleasure filled groans from the cheetah which left her feeling a sense of satisfaction. "So how does this feel?" "Mmmphh, like I've g-gotten my money's worth." Felicia said as she looked down at the deer. "I think I'm ready for the last one." Lara stared at her in disbelief but nodded as she picked up the last toy and took it into her mouth, slobbering it up with her tongue before again leaning down in between the cheetah's legs. "Felicia, are you sure about this? I think this is getting kind of dangerous." She said "Dangerous is how I like to live." Felicia chuckled before reaching up to pat the doe's face. "Trust me, I've fit a lot more into myself than this, I'll be fine." Lara swallowed and manoeuvred the ribbed dildo into the feline's already stuffed pussy. She still couldn't believe what she was seeing but as Felicia's wet depths gave way to allow the phallus in with the others with out any sign of pain she felt a queer sense of intrigue and want flowing through her. Gradually she pushed the toy in, making sure to pause after each rib giving the feline time to get used to the length. "Errrghh, ya that's it girl. That's what I want." Felicia sighed as her sex was pleasingly stretched by the insertion of the three dildos, one of which was still humming quietly away sending lovely reverberations through her body. "How do you keep your privates so tight after doing this sort of thing?" Lara asked. "All a matter...oohhg...of doing the right type of exercises...aahh...my lovely deer hind." Felicia gasped. "Now e-ease the l-last two out slowly, n-not ahhlll the way, just a little." Lara took hold of the ribbed and canine dildos and slowly but surely began easing them out, her sex growing wetter when she saw how much the feline was enjoying it. "N-Now push one back in, then the o-other." Getting the idea, Lara began alternating between the two toys, pushing one in then pulling out while she pushed the other in. A smile found its way back onto her face as she watched the cheetah writhe in ecstasy under the duel assault of the phalluses being continuously removed and re-inserted into her vaginal walls while the vibrator kept tingling her clit and soaking depths. "Gah, that's it, keep it up girl!!" Felicia moaned as her impending climax began to build. Lara meanwhile was still filled with a feeling of want. It seems the more she kept pleasuring the feline, the more she wished to know what she was experiencing. Eventually it got to the point where she pushed both back in and stopped, deciding she had to ask. "L-L-Lara? W-What's, what's wrong?" Felicia looked up in confusion. "Is there any way you could do that to me? This has gotten me feeling kinda needy." Lara looked pleadingly at the feline who just sighed. "I guess I did get a little sidetracked. Are you sure you want me to do this to you?" "Yes, you made it look so fun. I want to be stuffed!" Felicia smiled warmly at the doe's adventurous spirit and got up to kiss her again. "Alright girl, lie down and spread those pretty, slender legs for me." Lara lay back on the pillows and exposed her dripping pussy to the cheetah. "Now, being a first timer it's probably not a good idea to try what you did to me." She reached over and retrieved a tube of KY from the bag. "So, let's go with something a little less straining." Felicia squeezed a generous amount of lube into her palm and spread it all over her fingers and the back of her paw, making sure to get everything as greasy as possible. "Okay this is going to feel a little strange at first but once you get used to it, it's gonna be oh so good." Felicia slipped one finger in and wiggled it about. Sensing no objection from the cervine, she added another one and then a third, thrusting each one in tenderly and coaxing a lot of moans from her wanting lover. Smiling at the reaction she was getting Felicia added her last finger and then slowly formed her paw into a duck bill like shape, feeling it being gripped by the tight eager pussy walls. "Ready girl?" Lara nodded and gasped as the cheetah slowly began to curl her fingers causing her paw to slip further and further into her sex until the cervine had a nicely sized kitty fist inside her. Watching carefully for any sign of pain, Felicia pulled slightly and pushed back in. "So, you like this?" "Yeeee, God it feels weird but...ooh shit, I like it!" Felicia smiled and leaned her muzzle down to lick at the tender deer lips. "Mmm, don't you taste just divine?" She said as her fist moved a bit more causing Lara to shut her eyes tightly and moan loudly. "Felicia, p-please...keep doing it. Please I-I want to cum!" "And I want you to cum for me." The cheetah said as she reached over and took the remote off her lover. "But first I need to tend to my own needs." She increased the vibrator's power to maximum with the result that both morphs were soon writhing around on the pillows, one revelling in having her cunt stuffed to the gills with silicone as well as the endless buzzing assault on her tender nub, the other glad to finally be experiencing something like this for the first time and surprised as how intense it felt. "Oh God Felicia...oh, I love it! I LOVE IT!!" Lara moaned as her pussy maintained an iron grip on the furry paw that comfortably filled it up. "So...so good...I'm gonna...gonna..." "M-me too! Me tooOOOOOHHHH!!!" The two morphs' orgasms came almost simultaneously, pleasure on an unimaginable scale surging through their bodies as their screams of euphoria no doubt reverberated all though out the vast expanses of the mall. Satisfied, Felicia reached down with her free paw to ease the dildos out of her sex. That done she placed the paw above the doe's slit and began to stroke in a downward's motion, helping the cervine to push her paw out. "Well, that was most enjoyable." She said as she licked the deer's juices off before hugging and kissing Laura passionately. "You've got that right. I can't think of any better way to herald turning 19." She ran a hooved finger across her sex, feeling a strange sense of emptiness. "I'm really gonna have to try being stuffed again sometime. It's incredible!" Felicia grinned as she licked the doe's muzzle. "Well just give me a time and place and I'll be more than happy to teach you how to take on the big stuff like me." For the first time that day, it was Lara who smiled deviously. "I think I've got a better idea." She grabbed hold of the cheetah and rolled the two of them over so she was on top. "How about you come home with me. If you remember you still owe me a favour anyway." Felicia chewed the idea over and beamed brightly. "Sounds good to me, I'd love for you to show me how to improve my dancing techniques as well." "It would be my pleasure my fair feline." The deer replied, thinking to herself. \*Let's see Steven counter this argument in favour of Mall 24!\* --- FINIS --- And so we again reach the end. As usual my e-mail is at the top of the page, please send me your thoughts on what you've read.

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Title: How to Survive a Breakup Tags: indian, boston, new jersey I was pleased to hear from Neha, but it broke my heart when she told me why she was calling. She'd been dating Manish as long as I'd known her and he had suddenly decided that he was apparently better off without her. I wished there was something I could do for her, but it seemed like she just needed someone to listen and be supportive, so that's what I did. By the time she'd spilled her guts and cried a little bit, she sounded exhausted. I told her that I wished I could be there to give her a hug. She wished I could, too. We were both quiet for a moment, then I suggested that I could come up for the weekend. She seemed genuinely appreciative of the idea but didn't want me to go to so much trouble. I told her that it wasn't what I would consider trouble; it was what friends did for each other. It's not as though she lived so far away; she was outside of Boston and I was in New Jersey, so it was only about a 5 hour drive. It didn't take much convincing so we agreed that I would arrive on Friday evening. I needed an excuse to get away, anyhow; I'd been working too much and playing too little. I left work at lunchtime on the following Friday and headed north. I rolled into her driveway probably just ahead of the evening rush and was happy to be off the road. I stepped through her front door and we just hugged for the first few minutes while she spilled a few more tears. Her parents stayed out of the way until I made it all the way into the house, then said hello. We talked briefly before Neha and I disappeared downstairs to watch a movie and eat some pizza. I popped in a comedy that she had rented and she poured us some red wine. We sat together on the couch, eating, drinking, watching and laughing. She seemed to be doing a bit better. By the time the movie ended, we had eaten all we wanted but were still working on the wine. She had snuggled up against me and, as the credits rolled, she told me how much she appreciated me coming up to help her through this rough time. I told her again that it was what friends did for each other and she replied that there was something else she needed me to do for her. She looked into my blue eyes with her big, beautiful brown ones as her hand dropped to my crotch. I'd wanted to sleep with her almost as long as I'd known her, but she'd always been with Manish, so my cock began to stiffen immediately. She told me that it had been a long, long time since she'd been with anyone aside from Manish and hoped I wouldn't mind showing her what she'd been missing out on. She said, playfully, that it would be a good way to help her recognize that splitting with Manish wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I answered her by lowering my head and pressing my lips against hers. We made out as she continued to rub the bulge in my jeans. Her hands soon both went to work opening my jeans and she ended up breaking off our kiss to look down as she reached inside and fished out my rigid cock. She commented on it being hard and pink and, although I'd never thought of it being pink, I guess compared to what she'd been stroking and sucking and fucking over the past several years, it would be considered so. Instead of turning her face back to mine to continue making out as she stroked it, she lowered her head and I felt her warm, soft tongue on the head. I quickly worked my jeans and underwear down further as she wrapped her lips around my shaft, then just sat back and enjoyed. Given her comments about seeing what she'd been missing out on, I was confident that we were on the same page as far as what our expectations were given the new direction we were suddenly heading in. I'd never wanted to date her; I was happy with our friendship, but had always been physically attracted to her. I didn't get the impression that she was looking for someone to take Manish's place right away; she just wanted to explore her newfound freedom. I was pleased to be the one she started her exploration with. I ran my fingers through her short, black hair as her head bobbed up and down on my tool. Her hot, wet mouth felt outstanding and the fact that she was someone whom I'd wanted for a long time made the pleasure even more incredible. I watched my cock disappear and reappear, relishing the feeling of her mouth and feeling my cock swell as my orgasm quickly approached. I leaned back, trying to relax and just enjoy her blowjob for as long as possible, but the closer my orgasm got, the more difficult it was. She must have sensed that I was getting close, because she really intensified her efforts and I was soon right on the verge of cumming. When I finally started spewing into her mouth, she never even hesitated; she continued sucking my spurting cock and swallowing my load. I gasped as I came, trying to keep the noise to a minimum because of her parents, while at the same time wanting to let her know that I was experiencing extreme pleasure. I let out a long sigh when I was finally spent and she let my softening cock fall from her mouth. She raised her head and smiled at me while I told her how incredible her cocksucking had been. While she was trying to shrug it off, I asked her if I could do her. She nodded slowly and moved to lay on the couch with her head on the armrest. I tucked my limp noodle away and reached for the waistband of her flannel lounge pants, sliding them down just enough to see what kind of panties she was wearing under them. When her lacy boy-short panties were fully exposed, I actually felt a twitch in my spent cock. They looked extremely hot, but I could see her dark bush through the thin material and was anxious to get a look at and a taste of it. I grasped the waistband and slowly brought them down to the level of her pants, exposing her smooth lower abs followed by the trim, black hair of her bush. As her pussy was fully exposed, I could feel my cock valiantly trying to recover. I took her panties and pants down the rest of the way together, along her smooth, brown legs, then absently set them aside as I gazed at her pussy. I moved slowly up between her legs, lowering my head and starting to kiss my way up her inner thighs from about her knees. As soon as my head was close enough, her fingers were in my hair as I kissed my way up to her pussy, admired it briefly, then dove in. I started slurping up her juicy slit, still running my hands up and down her smooth thighs and over her lower abs. When I focused my attention on her clit, I moved one of my hands down and slipped my middle finger up into a snug, slippery slit. I pumped my finger in and out while licking and sucking her clit, my cock gradually recovering from her awesome blowjob. Her breathing was heavy, as though she, too, was trying to control the amount of noise she made. Glancing up, I saw that her eyes were shut, but her mouth was open as her gasping breaths escaped. The rocking rhythm of her hips dramatically increased around the same time she seemed to be having some trouble preventing a few little moans from escaping. I kept at what I was doing, since it appeared to be having its desired effect. I was delighted that I was able to give her so much pleasure and was thoroughly enjoying myself. Her pussy, plenty juicy to begin with, seemed to be getting wetter and more engorged the longer I tongued her clit and pumped my finger in and out of her. The faster she rocked her hips against my face, the harder time I had keeping my rhythm going, but I did the best I could to just continue stimulating her and driving her toward an orgasm. She started tensing up, arching her back and ass up off the couch, while holding my head against her pussy. I'm not even sure she was breathing right before she started cumming, but when she finally relaxed, convulsing on the couch, she let out a long, ragged breath. I kept licking and fingering her as long as she continued to cum, which was a nice long time. When she went still and let out a long sigh, she picked my head up and smiled at me. It took a minute or two before she caught her breath enough to tell me that I rock. I got to my knees between her spread legs and pushed my jeans and underwear down again, my once-again rigid cock springing out. Neha's eyes went briefly wide before she opened her arms, encouraging me to lower myself over her. I guided my cock toward her pussy as I leaned down, supporting myself on one arm until I the head penetrated her slippery lips. Lowering my body over hers, I eased my cock into her snug, slick depths, sucking in my breath at the pleasurable feel of her pussy. By the time I was buried to the hilt, her arms were around me and we were making out passionately. I started to slowly slide my cock in and out of her, our bodies and lips pressed tightly together. She reached around to grasp my ass, not pulling me deeper into her (yet, anyway), just holding it as I slowly thrust into her over and over. I wanted this to last as long as possible, so I was drawing my cock nearly all the way out of her before slowly sliding it back in. Her pussy was snug enough that it gripped my full length while being slick enough that, combined with that grip, I couldn't imagine feeling anything better than fucking her. Gradually, I picked up my pace as she raised her hips to meet each of my incoming thrusts. Incredibly, her pussy seemed to be getting even hotter and wetter the longer I fucked her. By the time she pulled her lips away from mine to press her face against my shoulder, she had started pulling me deeper into her to meet her rocking hips. She was moaning softly against my shoulder as I fucked her harder and faster, feeling my orgasm building. Her pussy was becoming more and more engorged just as my cock was swelling, both of us on the verge of our second intense orgasm of the night. When she gripped me tightly and bit into my shoulder as she began to shudder, I knew it was safe to let myself go. Before she had finished cumming, I had thrust a few more times and exploded deep into her hot pussy. We continued grinding together, riding out the intense waves of pleasure, until collapsing together, both trying to catch our breath. I finally rolled off next to Neha, my jeans and underwear at my knees and my limp cock lying on her upper thigh. She was bare from the waist down, her legs spread and cum dripping from her pussy. She suggested that it would be extremely bad if her parents were to walk in on us in this position, so we both got up. We pulled our clothes back on, kissed some more, then cleaned up our mess. With the wine glasses and pizza box put away, Neha headed up to her bedroom while I headed back down to sleep on the futon in the basement. I pulled on a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt, crawled under a blanket and was soon asleep. The next morning, I heard footsteps on the stairs and rolled over to see Neha entering the room. She announced that her parents had just left for a few hours as she started pulling her shirt over her head. She was braless beneath it and I my cock was rising quickly as I saw her round, full breasts for the first time. I watched them sway, the dark brown nipples pointing at the floor, as she pushed her lounge pants down toward her ankles. She'd discarded the boy-shorts since the night before so, when she straightened up, she was naked. I flipped the blanket back to reveal the tent I was pitching as she crossed closer to me. She grabbed the waistband of my pants and yanked them down while I shed my t-shirt. We were both naked as she crawled onto the futon and straddled me. As she guided my rigid tool back into her succulent pussy, my hands went immediately to her tits. I don't know which caused her to moan more: my playing with her hard nipples or my cock filling her slick pussy. The soft, smooth flesh of her breasts felt heavenly in my hands, just as the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock as she began to slowly ride me was heavenly, as well. She started by bouncing up and down on my cock as I explored her breasts, but gradually began trying different movements before determining which one she liked the best. Rocking her hips forward and back seemed to get her motor running pretty hot, so she did that for a while as I continued fondling her luscious breasts. With her parents out of the house, she wasn't shy about expressing herself and I could tell she was quickly on the verge of cumming. She straightened up, taking her breasts away from my hands as she tensed up before shuddering again, so I moved my hands to her hips. Once she'd cum, she remained upright and started bouncing up and down on me so, as I held her by the hips, I'd pull her down hard onto me while pushing up further into her. In this position, I was able to see her bouncing tits, her trim, black bush and all of the light brown flesh surrounding them. I could feel myself growing harder as I admired her naked body. She had been supporting herself with both hands on my chest, but moved her hands up first to play with her nipples, then dropped one down to massage her clit. Under the attention of her fingertips and my cock, she quickly came again, this time nearly collapsing on top of me. She was supporting herself with one hand on each side of my head, hanging her tits right in my face, as she recovered from her second orgasm of the young morning. While working on her nipples with my lips and tongue, I slid my hands around to her ass and went back to forcing my cock deep into her now hot, wet and engorged pussy. My cock was soon swelling, causing her to moan again, and I kept fucking her hard and fast, feeling my orgasm coming on. She recovered enough to push herself down on my thrusting cock and finally drew out my orgasm, as I burst into her with a load of cum. With my cock throbbing inside her, she came once again before actually collapsing on top of me this time. As my cock shrunk and slipped out of her, riding a slimy wave of cum and pussy nectar, Neha straightened her legs and laid herself on top of me. We kissed, despite our morning breath, and I caressed her ass while we recovered. Eventually, she suggested we go shower together before he parents got home. She led me to the basement bathroom, where there was a large shower stall, and reached in to turn on the water while I admired her naked ass. We stepped in and took turns wetting ourselves down under the spray, then each took a handful of shower gel and began to vigorously lather each other up. Our soapy hands caressed each other's bodies and, by the time we were rinsing off, I know that her tits and ass were much, much cleaner than the rest of her body. With her short, black hair and my shaggy, blonde hair washed and rinsed, we exited the shower and dried each other off, my rigid cock bouncing in front of me. Once dry, we headed back to the futon where she had me lie on my back before straddling my face. My hands went immediately to her ass as I raised my head slightly to lick her pussy while I felt first her hands, then her mouth on my stiff cock. Coming right from the shower, I was feeling cool, so Neha's mouth felt even hotter as it slid down my shaft. She was pumping the base with one hand as her other gently massaged my balls. Meanwhile, I was licking the flowing juices from her slit while kneading her ass cheeks. As I focused my tonguing on her clit, I slid one of my hands down and slipped a finger into her dripping pussy. I licked and sucked her clit while pumping a finger in and out of her juicy opening. I felt her slip my cock from her mouth and press it flat against my abdomen before feeling her tongue coursing over my balls. I groaned as she licked and sucked them while still pumping my cock; I knew it wouldn't be long before she was causing me to spew again. At the same time, I could feel her pussy becoming more and more engorged the longer I tongued and fingered her. When she wrapped her lips around my tool again and slid them down to the base, I could feel my orgasm building and my cock swelling even more. I continued driving her toward her orgasm while enjoying the slow build of my own. We reached a point where we were both continually moaning and the vibrations from her moaning as she sucked my cock were outrageous. She let my cock fall from her mouth for one particularly loud moan and I felt a shudder pass through her. I kept licking, sucking and fingering as she rode out her orgasm, then let my head fall back as she started sucking my cock again. Rejuvenated by her orgasm, Neha vigorously sucked my cock while pumping the base as I raised my hips to thrust into her hot mouth. I slid my hands down to fondle her dangling breasts, her nipples hard against my palms. She deftly prolonged the pleasure I was feeling for as long as I could stand it, her mouth moving up and down my shaft. Finally, in a pleasurable explosion, I unloaded into her mouth. She nursed my shrinking erection before eventually rolling off to my side as we lay recovering once again. Once we'd caught our breath, Neha dashed off upstairs to get dressed while I did the same down in the basement. We met up in the kitchen where we were having coffee and a late breakfast when her parents returned home. Once we were fueled up, Neha took me out to show me the sights around Boston. We visited some historic places, some not-so-historic places and enjoyed some good food and drinks. We also decided that I would need to visit again when the weather was a bit warmer so that she could wear a short skirt with either nothing or a brief g-string on under it, which would allow us to have sex all over the city. Her parents were still home when we'd finally had enough and headed back to her house, but they were getting ready to head out for the night. When Neha went to use the bathroom, her parents told me in hushed tones how much they appreciated me coming to visit. They told me that they hadn't seen Neha smile at all in the last few days but that she hadn't seemed to stop smiling since I'd arrived. I told them the same thing I'd told her, that it was just something that friends did for each other. Her mom then gave me a big hug and her dad shook my hand very firmly. If only they knew, they might not think so highly of me. Once we'd seen her parents drive out of the garage and down the street, Neha told me one of the benefits of her parents thinking of me only as one of her friends and nothing more. She said that had it been Manish visiting while they'd been dating, first of all they never would have spent the amount of time we had downstairs the previous night without constant interruptions as they were checked up on. Second, she said that wherever her parents had gone that night, she and Manish would have been going with them. That way not only wouldn't they be home alone together, but they also wouldn't be able to sneak back home while her parents were out. Finally, she said, her parents had never allowed Manish up to her bedroom; in all the years they dated, he'd never seen it. She continued that it was very likely that her parents wouldn't condone me seeing her room either, but, since they had gone out, she was not only going to take me up there, but we were going to do things up there that she had never done in her own bedroom. With that, she led me upstairs. Standing in her bedroom, beside her large bed, she asked me if I could believe that she had never gotten laid in her own bed before. I responded that she'd be accomplishing more than getting laid before we were finished. We kissed briefly but passionately before starting to undress each other. I stripped her down to her bra and panties, wanting to see her wearing only that since I hadn't yet. Similarly, she stripped me down to my briefs and we admired each other's physiques before continuing to undress each other. I unfastened her bra and fondled her luscious tits again as she massaged the large bulge in the front of my briefs. She then took my briefs down, my rigid cock springing out. She pumped it and licked the head briefly before standing again. I took her panties down and also briefly buried my tongue in her bush before standing again. I asked her how she wanted it for the first time in her bedroom and she answered by turning and crawling onto her bed. She knelt on the edge on all-fours so that I was able to stand beside her bed and guide my cock into her. I positioned the head between her lips and gave a push while reaching for her hips. Once my hips were pressed against her ass, I slowly began to piston my cock in and out of her sweet pussy. I saw one of her hands creep back between her legs and surmised that she was putting it to work on her clit as I fucked her. I knew as I slid my cock in and out of her steamy pussy that I would never tire of fucking her. As I got a good rhythm going, my hips smacking repeatedly against her ass, I slid my hands forward from her hips to her dangling tits. She was moaning and pushing back against my thrusts as her hard nipples brushed my palms. Her pussy was wet and slippery when I slipped into her and continued to get more so the longer I fucked her (and the longer she played with her clit). As her moaning got louder and more insistent, I moved my hands back up from her tits to her hips and pulled her back each time I thrust into her. I was fucking her harder and still giving her my full length with each stroke, so between that and her fingertips, it wasn't long before she let out a long cry. I could feel her pussy flooded with more juices as I continued to fuck her, stopping only when she eventually pulled away from me and turned around to sit on the edge of her bed. She took my stiff cock, slimy with her lubricant, wrapped her lips around it and slid it deeply into her hot mouth. I ran my fingers through her short hair as she briefly sucked my cock before raising it and putting her tongue to work on my balls. I enjoyed her oral attention for a few more minutes before abruptly walking away from her and sitting in the chair at her desk. I told her as she followed that I knew that if she hadn't gotten fucked in her bed, she hadn't gotten fucked at her desk. She straddled me and guided my cock back into her steamy pussy, grasping the back of the chair as she began to ride me. I lowered my head to lick and suck her nipples while my hands slipped around to her smooth ass cheeks. I squeezed her ass as she rode me while my tongue and lips explored her hard nipples. Her snug, slippery pussy felt awesome as it slid up and down my achingly hard shaft and it wasn't long before I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm welling up. As she rode me harder and faster, I raised my head and concentrated on pushing up into her while pulling her down with my hands on her ass. I could tell she was getting close to cumming again and I knew that once her pussy was flooded with juices again, I'd be done myself. Since I wasn't ready to be done, when it seemed that she was on the verge of cumming, I lifted her off my cock and set her up on the edge of her desk. Immediately, I buried my face between her thighs and started lapping her clit while slipping a couple of fingers into her to replace my cock. Her juices were really flowing, so my fingers slid easily in and out of her as I slurped her clit. She had her fingers entwined in my hair and was humping my face, moaning louder and longer the closer she got to cumming. Finally, she forced her pussy against my face and began to shudder as her orgasm overtook her. She rode out her orgasm as I continued to lick and finger her, raising my head once she let out a long sigh. She maneuvered herself back onto my lap, impaling herself on my still rigid tool. Before she started riding me in earnest, though, I stood, holding her by her ass, my cock still embedded in her, and carried her over to her bed. I was able to crawl to the center of the bed on my knees without slipping out of her and, with her legs wrapped around my back, lowered us together onto the bedspread. She let her feet drop to the bedspread, her knees bent and her legs spread wide, while I supported myself over her on my elbows. We started making out as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her engorged, juicy pussy, reveling in the feel along my shaft. She raised her hips to meet each of my incoming thrusts, her hands down on my ass pulling me into her. Her smooth flesh slid against mine and I could feel her tits pressing against my own chest. Our tongues explored each other's mouths as I gradually picked up the pace and fucked her faster and harder. My orgasm was building again and I looked forward to blowing my load again as a result of Neha's hot pussy. She must have sensed that I was on the verge of cumming because she pulled her mouth away from mine and moaned in my ear that she wanted to swallow my cum. I replied that her wish was my command. I continued to pump her pussy until I was just about to blow my load, then pulled out and moved up over her. I guided my cock into her waiting mouth, then grasped the headboard as she wrapped her lips around my engorged shaft. I fucked her face as she grasped my ass again, feeling my orgasm continuing to build. Finally, with a cry of pleasure, I started spewing into her mouth. She sucked me dry, seeming reluctant to release my cock. Eventually, I moved back down to lay with her and we held our naked bodies together in the middle of her bed. We just lay there together for a while, feeling each other breathing, then talked quietly for a bit before deciding that we'd better not be in that position when her parents got home. We dressed slowly, still absorbing every detail of each other's bodies, then went back to the basement and turned on the TV. When her parents got home, we went upstairs and talked with them for a little while before they decided to call it a night. We headed back downstairs and gave them a little time to get to bed and fall asleep before we were all over each other again. Even knowing that it wasn't all that safe to get naked with her parents home, we couldn't resist and soon had stripped each other's clothes away. Too aware that I'd be leaving the next day, we fucked every which way but loose that night: she rode me, I took her from behind, we went missionary on the floor, anything we could think of, we did. I also ate her pussy and licked and sucked her nipples while she sucked my cock and tongued my balls. When I finally came, after she'd had countless orgasms, we were exhausted and it was late. She sadly dressed and headed upstairs but during the night we both decided that she would come to visit me as soon as she could. She is arriving in just a few more days and I can't wait!

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Title: Fran's Liberation Ch. 03 Tags: masturbation, exhibitionism, voyuerism, public nudity, cmfn It was a warm spring day on the Peninsula. I wasn't used to the weather yet; the humidity was getting to me as I had just moved my kids and myself back to the Bay Area. While it wasn't into three digits, the heat along with the humidity was killing me. My sons were feeling it too. I was trying to find something that would make them happy and at the same time cool them off some. Hell, who am I kidding, I wanted to cool down also. I called my sister to see if she wanted to maybe go to one of the state parks. I thought that being in a redwood forest would be nice and at least a little cooler. As she had two sons also I believed it would be a good way for the cousins to have fun and for the adults to relax a bit. Kelly agreed with me and said she would meet us up there at one o'clock. Great. Outside, kids burning off energy, and an afternoon with breezes. I packed up a cooler for me and the boys and headed out to the park. While it is only about 15 miles away, it took some time to get there going over peaks on a two-lane road with everybody else who had the same idea. We soon arrived and set down our stuff to await my sister and her boys. Not twenty minutes had passed and my sister and her family arrived. While greeting everyone and making sure that the kids had water, I heard a familiar voice chirp up. "Well, you made it!" Fran announced as she and her children joined our group. I was shocked. I had seen Fran a couple times earlier in the year. Seen would be a gross understatement. We'd met the day I was burying my mother and ended up in each other's arms and each other's privates twice in two days. This woman had a firm hold on my imagination and my sex drive. Hell, we'd fucked each other in the entry to my house without even getting the door closed! I had to leave just after that to finish my enlistment and to move my family back. I had intended to call her in the next couple of days to see if she wanted to maybe go to dinner but I guess that plan was out the window. Fran saw my face and just started laughing. "Your sister called me and invited me and my kids along." she stated. We all had a laugh at my expense and proceeded to set up a picnic under the canopy of the trees. Needless to say, the second a blanket hit the ground, all the kids took off like a heard of banshees to go explore the woods. The adults sat and relaxed while sipping water and soft drinks. Gossip was exchanged and some playful bantering as everyone enjoyed to coolness of the forest. After an hour I felt the need to explore and see the forest. As I got up and announced that I would be back in about an hour my sister chimed in "Why don't you take Fran with you? It's better hiking with company and we can watch the kids after they exhaust themselves." Before I could even mutter a response Fran was at my side grabbing my arm to drag me into the forest. We walked along a path, enjoying the sight and smells that only you can find in the redwoods. My mind was relaxing with the atmosphere when Fran finally spoke up and exclaimed "Christ! I'm sweating to death here" "Oh, don't be a baby, it's not too hot here; it's only in the eighties." I said in full parent voice. "Easy for you, you're a guy! You can just take off your shirt if you start to sweat! I can't and I have to wear a bra too!" she retorted. I could hear her being a little pissed. While she had on only a t-shirt and cotton shorts it had started to cling to her as she perspired. I enjoyed her perspiring. The shirt was clinging just enough to give a nice view of her breasts. While not huge, the were perfect to me in her b cup bra and I had fond memories of nibbling and sucking on them only a few months ago. "Well, then take it off; I won't mind! Besides, I've seen them before and there is no one else around." Fran blushed immediately. I could see the conflict in her head as she weighed the relief from the heat versus being semi-nude in public. It was quite attractive as a matter of fact; that look of innocent embarrassment. She and I had already had sex on two occasions but I could see her bashfulness shine through. I knew she hadn't had much experience with sex before and definitely was raised in a very prude household. Taking matters into my own hands, I stepped behind Fran and swiftly pulled her t-shirt over her head and off her body. She quickly moved her hands to cover her bra and started to crouch down. I couldn't help myself; I started to laugh. "What's so funny?! Why are you laughing at me??" she said, tears forming in her eyes. My heart melted right there. To see tears on her face, in her gold and brown eyes, made me swiftly go over and hold her close. "I'm sorry. It was just the way you tried to make yourself invisible from eyes when there is no one within a mile of us now. I didn't mean to hurt you and I never will." I told her as I wiped the water away from her face. I leaned down and gently kissed her soft lips, drinking in the smell and touch of her as we embraced. As my face moved back from hers she asked "Are you sure? You will protect me? The only men I've been with have hurt me and just discarded me like I was a used toy. I've never had a man who would protect me." As she looked into my eyes I said "You have my word. Lets just take this one small step at a time. I'll just take this." My hands moved behind her to release her bra. "Let me show you that you can trust me. Show me your trust." I said as I backed away from her, bra in hand. Fran just stood there, trembling a little, blushing, staring into my eyes. Slowly she moved her arms to her sides, allowing the dappled light from the forest to highlight the rise and fall of her breasts. Her nipples, released from the trap of her bra, immediately hardened, standing out proudly from her areolas. The look of this woman, standing in the sunlight in a forest, with nothing more than a pair of shorts and hiking boots, was stunning. Her brown hair, falling in ringlets to her shoulders, set off against the alabaster of her skin, was a breathtaking sight. The look of innocence and trepidation mixed to an almost erotic sight of temptation. Her breathing increased a bit. I could see the thrill in being naked outside of her bedroom was starting to excite her. I watched her slightly trembling as she looked into my eyes, my very soul. Slowly she moved her hands to her shorts, slowly unbuttoning them, moving them and her panties off her hips, to let them fall down to the forest floor. She stood there, a Venus embodied, in just a pair of worn hiking boots. We stood there, looking into each other's eyes. It was almost as if a bond formed; her ability to allow herself to lose inhibition in the absolute trust that I would protect her. I could see the excitement of her being naked to the world overcome her fears. Her hands moved slightly to her pussy. It was already engorged with excitement as her fingers started to rub her folds and clit. Her fingers on her right hand played with her clit as her left moved inside her pussy, rubbing it and penetrating her sex. "You'll protect me; never let anyone harm me?" She asked, slightly breathless. "No one will ever do anything you don't want them to do as long as I breathe." I said, feeling the tightness in my groin as I watched this woman take the first steps towards her sexual liberation. "Any thing you want to do, I'll help you. Any fantasy you have, I'll help you. I'll never force you to do anything that you don't want to do yourself? Her fingers sped up, moving in and out of her pussy. I could see the visible wetness of her excitement on the first three fingers of her left hand as she fucked herself in front of me. Her fingers were inside of her to the third knuckle as she worked herself up to her first orgasm. It came quickly, proceeded by a muffled gasp, as she came to her own touch in front of me. Her body spasmed as wave after wave radiated out from her pussy to her body. Fran fell to her knees as the pleasure overwhelmed her muscles. As her orgasm subsided, she curled up on her side in a pool of light, her eyes rolled back into her head. I stood and just watched. It was the most erotic sight I had ever had. This somewhat reserved woman had allowed herself to be nude in public and then had masturbated in front of me while staring directly into my eyes. I vowed to myself not to lose this woman who could trust me so. After a few minutes, I helped Fran to her feet. She made no move to retrieve her clothing. She left them on the forest floor as if it didn't exist. As I saw that she was not trying to pick it up, I gathered it all in one arm and reached out my hand to her. "Shall we finish our hike?" I asked, as though there was nothing wrong with being naked here. She looked at me in the eyes and said "Yes, please, this is so much better with the breeze cooling me off." As we moved through the forest we held hands. On the occasion where the trail was only wide enough for one, I let her move in front, helping her over slight rises and helping me by allowing my hands to move to her back and ass to assist. Watching that ass was just the topping on the cake. It was perfect; small enough not to be fat but full enough that it didn't look like a boys. A few times I just kept my hand there as we walked side by side. Fran seemed to enjoy it and I admit I did. Twenty minutes later, about a mile and a half into the forest, we came upon a creek. The sounds of our approach must have been muted by the water flowing over rocks. As we crested the bank Fran stopped in her tracks. Twenty yards downstream, on a little natural beach, two women were engaged in oral sex. Right there for all the world to see. Both of them were in their middle twenties, a blonde and a brunette. By the sounds of the moaning, they both were good at using their tongues and were enjoying being licked. After a few seconds, I tore my eyes off that sight to look at Fran. I thought she would be panicking standing there nude in view of two women having sex. As I looked down at her face, I could see she was mesmerized. Her eyes were locked on in fascination. As she watched, her nipples hardened even more and her hands reflexively move to her pussy. In the course of five seconds, her clit blossomed to the touch of her hands and fluids ran down the inside of her thighs. Fran became aware of my looking at her and started to blush as she looked at me. Her hands kept touching herself while she looked up at me, almost as if asking if it was okay. I looked at her and nodded. She looked back at the women and her hands sped up as she watched sex live for the first time in her life. I sat down on the crest and pulled Fran down into my lap. As she relaxed back into me, I whispered into her ear "Is it that it's women?" She never broke her gaze away as she plunged her fingers in and out of herself. She slowly nodded all the while barely whimpering. I could tell her orgasm was not far away. "Is it that its in public?" Her fingers moved faster. The sounds of the movement with the lubrication increased as she became wetter and wetter. As I looked back towards the women on the beach, I saw now that the brunette had taken over and was holding the blondes face to her pussy with both hands. Her eyes though we not on her partner eating her; they had moved to look at Fran. This woman, this absolute stranger to both of us, was having her pussy licked and fingered while she watched Fran fuck herself. I could tell Fran had seen this also as her body tightened up more. Her excitement level was starting to peak as she saw that she was masturbating in front of a complete stranger. Fran was almost pushing her entire hand in her pussy she was so excited. I watched the brunette pull the blonde off of her and say something quietly and she gestured in our direction. The blonde rolled onto her left side and joined her partner in watching Fran get herself off. I whispered into Frans ear "They're both watching you. Watching you fuck yourself. They know you were doing this because they turned you on. Can you feel them watching? Would you like it if they came over her and helped you? Licked you? Fucked you?" That last word did it. Fran's body went rigid as her eyes rolled up. An animal screamed erupted from her throat as she came, wave after wave, I felt her muscles spasm up and down her body as I held her close. "That's right, let it go. Free yourself. Ride your wave" I said while holding her. I felt the juices of her pussy fall on my calf as she continued to cum. She finally went limp after about two minutes. I held Fran, slowly rocking her back and forth, and watched the two young women get up and make their way over to us. They stood there silently, arms around each other's waists, as Fran slowly came back to us. "I'm Krissy. This is Michele." said the brunette. Fran sat there, speechless, blushing, trying to cover herself. "Hi Krissy. This is Fran. I'm Jon. I think you just fulfilled a fantasy of hers. Thank you." I said. "Fran, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. If you ever want to join us, me and Michele would love to have you if just for one night." Krissy said. I could see the look of lust in her eyes and feel parts of Fran start to respond. Krissy pulled out a card from the fanny pack she had carried over. It was her business card. "Please call me if you want because we certainly want you." she said as she handed it to Fran. Both of them turned and made their way over to the other side of the creek, glancing back a few times to stare at Frans' naked body, and over a raise to drop out of sight, still nude. I watched Fran watch them. A subtle hint of predator in her eyes. "Why don't we head back to the picnic now. Our families are waiting and I don't think your pussy can take anymore." I said, helping Fran to her feet. We grabbed her clothes where I had dropped them Fran started to shake things out and was about to step into her panties when I asked "Was that something you had fantasized about? Being with another woman?? Or was it being naked in front of others that excited you so much?" As she worked her legs back into her clothes, she sounded almost embarrassed when she said "Both I think. I've never really done anything besides normal sex. You know, missionary??!! Your fingers in me in my laundry room was the first time anyone else had fucked me with their hand. That orgasm in your doorway was the first time I ever came while on top. I don't know what excites me because I've never been exposed to anything." "Well, I will help you if you want. I will let you find what you desire. I will protect you all the time. If you let me." I said as she put on her shirt. Fran raised herself up on her toes and kissed me passionately. "I will" she said. "Let's go find our families and later Ill make this up to you." We turned back towards the picnic area and walked back in silence, hand in hand. To Be Continued

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Title: How to Please a Man Tags: blow job, head, pleasing, man Fellatio....head...oral sex....blow job.....sucking on a straw...having some tube steak....are just a few words that are used to describe one of the most amazing acts of all time. Pleasing a Man. I, in a sense, am a "traditional" woman. I was raised in a church, taught the ways of the Bible. A True Southern girl. I cook, I clean, Believe that a man is truly the head of the household and while you should have a mutual relationship, he should be the sense of all power. Except for one thing. When it comes to pleasing a man. I love the thought of being controlled in a bed. Of a man pinning me down to the bed with his rough demeanor, overpowering me in the quest to bring us both to ultimate pleasure. A utopia, in which worlds spin and collide, sending both of us shaking, sweating into a thriving, pulsating, want, need and hunger. Craving the others flesh with ours burning from the touch of theirs. But there is one time that I want control. It's something that controls my thoughts nearly 95% of the time. When I yearn to please a man. With just my mouth. Anyone can open their mouth, stick a penis in it and go up and down a few times and call that a blow job. But it is called a job for the work put into it. I don't look at it as a chore. It is something I must do in order for his life to continue. This man may die if I don't stick his thick, pulsating, hot quivering cock in my mouth. Yet it is something so simple to do. If you can follow a few steps. First. You must want it. Don't think of it as you sticking his penis in your mouth and how gross it is. It's not. You are taking one of the most sensitive parts of a man into your mouth. Don't think of it as your mouth. This is one of the most controlling parts of your body. With it alone you can bring a man to the brink of ecstasy. Second. You must assume the perfect position. This is a land of many choices. You want to make sure he is completely relaxed. So he can concentrate on what you are doing. A few choices for this are, him lying on the bed, him in a recliner, or sitting in a chair. From this angle you can sit in-between his knees. This proves to have very good leverage on your part to put your whole body into the act. For those who are a bit more advanced you can soon start to experiment with this position. My all time favorite is having him stand (leaning on a wall if nessesary) with you at his feet on your knees. This position allows for him to thrust into your mouth, but still you have control of the situation. Again, being on your knees allows for leverage on your part and using your whole body. Another position (that I wouldn't recommend if you CAN'T deep throat) would be have him lie on a couch, but on his side, you again on your knees but sitting facing the couch, so that he is fucking your face. This is what I call my lazy position. I've used it when I was sick, had a headache, or even had just had a tooth pulled and didn't want to do the work!! This is giving him a lot of control though. So make sure that you're ready to finish it another way if you don't like the idea of your face being beaten like that...but its soooo hot that I suggest at least trying it once! Okay. So you're psyched. You've got your guy in the chair. He is naked. You're in between his knees. He is in hog heaven. He can't believe that you've actually asked to give him a blow job. He didn't have to beg. What now..... Make sure you're comfortable, put a pillow under your knees if nessacary, be prepared to be there anywhere from 3 minutes until 2 hours later....You have a JOB to do lady! Get ready to go! (And yes...I've actually done one for 2 hours) Okay. Using your hands slide them down till about mid thigh. (And YES hands are okay, remember where I said leverage for your WHOLE body...USE IT) Then back up, taking your left hand slide it around the area around the base of his penis...depending on where he is on the hard level this may help if not its teasing...which is amazing . Using your right hand, gently but firmly grip the base of his penis, sliding your left hand down to his balls, cupping them slightly. With your mouth partially open and your tongue sticking out guide his cock (such a better word) towards your mouth. Licking from the base of his cock on the underside to the tip of it. Wind your tongue around the hole of his cock. Even gently sticking your tongue in it if the mood strikes. Take ONLY the head into your mouth, devouring it as if it were a blow pop. While doing this gently rub your right hand up and down the shaft. If he wasn't already, he is usually rock hard by this point. While his cock is in your mouth swirl your tongue around it. Getting it nice and wet. Remove your mouth only to go right back down and slowly work your way down the cock. From the head to as far as you can go. Being able to develop a rhythm of doing it is the key now. You've got him hard wet throbbing at your mercy. Use it. It is important to constantly have his entire cock covered with some sort of movement. Whether your hand is going at it. Or your mouth. I like to use both. I usually start off going up and down the shaft with my whole mouth, with my right hand at the base of his penis (for not wanting to deep throat yet). I proceed to go up and down many times as fast as I can. When my neck begins to get sore from this I start using my hand to move up and down his shaft. Don't be afraid to use pressure, to go fast or of hurting him. He touches himself everyday. He will let you know what he doesn't like. And what he does. I use a firm consistent pressure. With both my mouth and hand going I know that he is having "full coverage" Keep up your speed unless you're teasing (which will come at a later day). Remember you're goal is to have him quivering by the time you are done. Stopping and going is only going to slow this process for you. Keep pumping away with your hand and using your mouth too. You can tell from the sounds of the guy what he is into what you are doing. Shallow breathing, clenched fist holding on to the chair and ooohs and ahhhs are the key. Keep doing this until you can tell he is about to cum. A good key to this is by having your hand on the bottom of his shaft. Most guys have a vein that starts pulsating signally the speeding up of the blood, other guy's thighs start clenching and you can feel the muscles. If you're paying attention, and please do pay attention. Okay. He is about to cum. What do you do??? Personally. I put all the hard work into it I want to devour every drop. IF you should choose to swallow, (the only way I'll do it) he WILL love it. Regardless of how you do it when he is about to cum, do NOT whatever you do slow down your pace. Keep it going. At this point I am usually using just my thumb and ring finger to jack him off while my mouth is still going at it. When he starts cuming I like to deep throat at that time. While still using my hands....This took time to build up to. I slam my face into him and start gulping like I haven't drank in years. I just ran a 10K and this is the best thing I've EVER tasted. Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't. But there are tricks for that too.  If you've swallowed then remove your hand almost immediately. Most guys are VERY sensitive afterwards, but still allow your mouth to gently w/out pressure this time move up and down his shaft. You want to make sure you don't leave any messes! If some has dripped out of your mouth and onto him, lick it up. No matter where it is. If you've opted not to swallow then make sure you have tissues around for clean up. And you do the clean up. You were doing a job remember....finish it.... Afterwards sit back and enjoy the smile on his face. Don't expect anything in return. You did this just for him. Yours will come later....and maybe the next time you go down on him...you'll be the one cumming too...I've had it happen!!!—The C.Fiend.

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Title: Gray And Valkyrie - Chapter Two - Dark Type by SevenWingedDragon Tags: Anal, Dragon, Human, M/F, Oral, Tail Sex, Transformation This one was split over two nights rather than one... I'm actually having quite a lot of fun writing this little series. As always, it's not proof read, and even though I enjoyed doing it, typically I'm not 100% happy with it. It's 4am now, so time for some sleep. I hope you enjoy it. \*Yawns\* Gray and Valkyrie ﾃ｢竄ｬ" Chapter Two ﾃ｢竄ｬ" Dark Type Valkyrie: I will rise up from the ashes. The group pulled together as the once distant mountains reached a conceivable immensity, the goliaths casting a great shadow over the dried, cracked wastes of the faux-desert. Gray adjusted his scarf, feeling his remaining exposed skin burning in the heat of the sun, cursing softly as he imagined the pain he would most likely be in later. A smile tugged at his lips however: As a fire type, his resistance was high; the same couldn't be said for the remainder of the group however. Only Master Erin and, to no surprise, Karin, were dressed efficiently, long white wraps blowing slightly in the wind as only eyes peeked out. The team was almost entirely new recruits after all; himself, Yuri and Karin being the only seasoned members. He sighed softly in relief as Valkyrie began to ascend in a thermals wake, the draft washing over him. Until bearing wings of his own, the man had never really appreciated the finer points of flight, yet now he found new respect in the skills of his companion. Runt she may be, her skill in the air was something to be envied, especially by one was inexperienced as him, "So, what happened, Val?" Her wing twitched slightly as she levelled up to the back of the party, "What do you mean?" She turned to look over her shoulder, Gray gesturing furiously for her to return her attentions to what was ahead. The wyvern simply chuckled. "You've been smiling constantly since we met up for patrol this morning..." He crossed his legs, retrieving his canteen from a belt of tanned leather, "I mean..." He took his time gulping down a draft. "You've been relatively giddy. Are you ok?" He could sense a spike in his partner's nerves, "I'm fine, Gray..." She turned to face onwards once more, hiding her face, "I just had a decent night sleep, that's all. I feel better now." "Seeing more of the good in the world at last?" He chuckled, "See, Val. There's hope. Even for us." He returned the vessel to its binding, wiping a little water from his chin. "Are you sure you're alright though? You're flying a little wonky." He lied. "I..." Her head drooped slightly, "Fell asleep in an awkward position." Well, she was better at excuses than him at the very least. "Yeah, I bet you did." He glanced to the side as a jet black wyvern pulled back to match her course to theirs, "Calling to Rose for help? That's low, Val." Karin pulled down her scarf, "Gray, I wanted to ask you some things..." Rose synchronised her wingbeats to the azure, seemingly having a conversation of her own with Valkyrie. "About that technique you used back in class." Gray stiffened, glancing down at his wyvern before returning his attentions to the girl. He silently thanked all of his lucky stars that wyverns can only communicate with their Guardians, "Ok, what do you want to know?" "Change, Ge, though it converts one thing into another, it can't increase or decrease the mass of whatever the Gua is used on... It's why that Lycan back in class was so small." She reached down Rose's side, rummaging in a pack slung over the wyverns flank, "So..." she emerged with a book, "I've searched every text on the technique. I slept in the library, and there's nothing ever listed even similar to what you pulled." "So I did something unique then." He shrugged, "Go me?" She stared at him blankly, "No. You don't understand how important this is!" Her voice began to build enthusiasm, "We have to run tests, scans, and research. It's imperative that I find out exactly how you're capable of breaking physics." She smiled broadly, "A thesis on this anomaly could make my career!" "Uh..." He raised an eyebrow, "Okay?" She looked to him expectantly, eyes boring into the man until he sagged at last, "All right, all right... Just nothing painful, ok?" She grinned, about to retort before glancing down to Rose, "Have you been teasing Valkyrie?" "Hey, it's just how we show affection." She looked up questioningly before hiding her face with the scarf, "Remember the Christmas party last year?" "Yes..." She dropped the book into its original place, "You didn't come, did you?" "I was in the burns ward." He said simply, "Val set me on fire for a joke." Gray sighed, "She slaps me with her tail when I'm not expecting it, drops me from ridiculous heights, almost drowned me last month... This is all that I can do to get back at her." There was a long period of silence before Karin and Rose returned to the head of the formation. \*\*\*\*\* Master Erin walked to the cliffs edge, staring out over the deep crevasse between the mountains before turning to face the group. They had chosen a wide ledge to rest, the outcropping of rock jutting within sight of a fork in the route. The Rowen Mountains were so high, that simply flying over them was impossible, leaving no choice but to take the natural pathway. Gray pulled himself to his feet, donating the remainder of his canteen to Valkyrie before taking his place in the line of Guardians. Erin spoke, "Our job is to clear out the Remnants along this trade route... Karin will take the group to the north-eastern pathway where the main infestation should be based." She bowed her head before walking up to his side, "Meanwhile, Yuri and Gray shall take the northern seam to eliminate their secondary grounds. The two of you should be enough..." People began to turn to look at the silver haired man, yet none questioned Erin. His transformation stunt appeared to have earned Gray more points than he'd realised, "The paths converge up ahead after a few hours flight. You can regroup there." Karin allowed her gaze to pass over the half dozen or so partners of her attachﾃδｩ before settling it upon her teacher, "What about you, Master Erin?" She questioned. "I will remain here to prevent a back attack..." He smiled in reassurance, "If anything goes wrong, send back a messenger and I'll come to back you up." He toyed with his scarf as he spoke. "Don't worry, you're more than capable of fulfilling your purpose, Karin." * Gray sighed, lying down across Valkyrie's back and closing his eyes. The breeze was a pleasant one in the shadows of the cliffs, stirring his hair and washing over his face. The man could feel himself drifting off to the subtle metronome of his partners wing beats, after all of this time simply flying forwards without event, his mind wandered. Pulling himself from his stupor, he glanced to the side, watching Yuri atop a pure white wyvern, her San. The blond was hunched over, a sketch pad balanced between her partners shoulders as a pencil scratched back and forth the surface. She flipped the pad closed as Valkyrie moved ahead to flank, "Nosy. Huh, Gray?" She turned to face him as he came level. "Cut me some slack, we've been flying for hours..." He slumped, "It can't be much further, can it?" Valkyrie snorted beneath him, "You little things don't have much stamina, do you?" "Quiet, you..." He rolled his eyes, "Hey, Yuri... You're always carrying that pad around, but come to think of it, you've never let me see any of your work." He adjusted his hair, untangling the mass from his scarf, "Since there's nothing else-" "No." She said simply. "It's private." Gray scratched at his arm, the skin still only mildly damaged by the sun. Even though she was garbed similarly, she too lacked any burns for some reason. "Come on..." He grinned, "Nobody else is going to see ﾃ｢竄ｬ" Val wants a look too." "No, I don't." Yuri glanced down to San, "No, she doesn't." The girl sighed, staring out ahead for a few moments before seemingly coming to a conclusion, "On second thoughts, you're a fire type, right?" She smiled wickedly, "Let's make a deal: I'll let you see, but only if you promise to help me with my work." He didn't hesitate. "Deal." "All right..." Yuri leaned over to her pack, rummaging slightly before her body suddenly stiffened. "I smell blood." She muttered. "Huh? What's the hold up?" Gray leaned over, "Are you chickening out?" She was silent for a few moments, "San... San can smell blood." Valkyrie shifted her flight immediately, taking the lead as Gray pulled himself back into a sitting posture, "How far?" "Damn, I was distracted..." Yuri pointed ahead, "We're almost on top of it." A point was visible in the distance, where paths met, drawing nearer as the wyverns increased their speed. The ridges ascended from each route, marking out the crossroads as a central point, their altitude remaining unchanged as they drew up to land. The pair dropped to the ground, bowing low and rushing up to its point, San and Valkyrie flanking them. Yuri cleared it first. "Oh... God." She fell to her knees. "Guardians kill Remnants. Remnants kill Guardians." Gray clenched his fist, "That's why the institutes exist. Why we exist. This is our war." Yuri pulled herself to her feet, "Gray..." She moved over to the nearest guardian, a male, barely beyond puberty, a flame red wyvern draped over him in death. Yuri began to check each unit in turn. The earth was torn up; part of the mountain walls caved over the wreckage of what must have been the other groups battle. The ground was littered with bodies, human, wyvern, remnant in a maelstrom of bloody destruction. "This is..." He looked over the scene, searching, "Li!" Flames blossomed along his arm, Gray blasting some of the debris aside, revealing a black wyvern. It wasn't Rose. "Karin and Rose aren't here..." He span a three-sixty, "One of the other pairs is missing too." San lowered her head, allowing Yuri to scramble onto her back; the girl sniffed the air awkwardly while Gray searched the ground, "San can smell them from that direction." She pointed north, "But it's faint, they're far ahead." She gestured for him to come back, "We should give chase, come on." Valkyrie flicked him to her back with her tail, "No." He regained his balance, "Myself and Val have had more combat experience. Go back and get Eris. I'll go after them." "Gray, to have done this to an entire patrol group, there must be more of them than we thought..." She lined up at his side, "We should both-" "No." He set his jaw, "I have ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ徼hat'. I know what I'm doing." His voice was steadfast. San gave a snort of disapproval. "It's alright San..." They turned, the white spreading her wings, "He may be a complete goof off sometimes... Most times... But Gray is dependable." The man watched her out of sight, taking a few deep breaths as Val breathed an experimental breath of flame over a Remnant body. "Are we going to die, Gray?" She asked. He smiled, "Not a chance." She jerked her head, gesturing the road ahead, "Are you sure about that?" The rich browns of the mountain were slowly fading to darkness, not shadow but an immense wave of Remnants advancing along the route. The forerunners were mere moments away, sleek grey bodies marking a course towards them as all eyes seemed to simultaneously lock on. Among them, he could see the converted members of the unit, barely recognisable faux-angels, bodies glossed over, flying alongside what in life had been their wyvern companions; now reduced to mere monsters. "Val, that way!" He pointed towards the east path, away from Yuri, "We'll force them to chase us until reinforcements arrive." Valkyrie sprang without question, spreading her wings and utilising her superior speed as the group matched her heading. * "Li!" Gray wheezed, hurling yet another sphere of flame into the oncoming mass. The remnant set alight instantly replaced by another behind it. He could hear Valkyrie panting beneath him, head hanging low as she tried to keep up a relentless pace. They were unmistakably being gained on, both wyvern and guardian at their limit as the sun began to meld with the horizon. Sweat streamed from Gray, the man mopping his brow with his scarf before firing once again, "Li!" "Gray..." Her course was wobbling precariously, "I can't keep this up... Much longer." She turned, reducing her speed to a glide, descending to maintain as much speed as she could, "Just want you to know... Nobody else... I'd rather spend my last few minutes with... Even... Him... Always had to be... You..." Gray raised an eyebrow, "I said at the beginning. We're not going to die." He pulled back his arm, "Li!" A ledge was coming closer, Valkyrie lacking the strength to steer them away from it, "Acting so tough right until the end..." She chuckled ironically, "Forget it, Gray... We're finished." The man pulled himself to his feet, balancing between her shoulders, holding out his arms and closing his eyes. He took a long breath, tensing his legs before jumping towards the wall of grey. "GE!" He disappeared into their ranks. "Gray..." She fell to the ground, sliding along the ledge and lying back against that precipice, the abyss beneath her, the wyvern stared into the mass of Remnants. Something was wrong. The advance had halted, the group instead turning in upon itself, torrents of flame erupting from beyond, a slice of silver-white rending one of them in half. "It's not possible... Gin?" The dragon span in the air, rising up as the enemy followed; one waging war against foes innumerable as it rained blood upon his companion. His scales were already shaded red, crimson as the eyes that met hers. Without the veil of heat clouding her mind, Valkyrie recognised him as her guardian in an instant, "Please don't hate me... I just wanted to see you smile again." The wyvern fainted. \*\*\*\*\* Gray's body felt heavy, his breathing deep and peaceful as he struggled against the weight of his slumber. It was as if a weight was pressed into his forehead, the guardian keeping his eyes closed as a sensation similar to an intense hangover wracked him. He groaned softly, pain shooting up his side as his inhalations became gasps. The dragon opened his eyes, a blurry world coming into light. The moon shed a soft glow over the mountains, its luminescence all that he required to see. He blinked, his vision gaining clarity as he propped up his head. "Urgh..." Valkyrie was crouched at his side, licking softly at one of his deeper wounds, the other markings littering his body already bearing evidence of her care. "What happened?" "You're awake?" She pulled back from the gash, "When I woke up, you were passed out... And all of the remnants were..." The wyvern pointed to the side with her tail, Gray looking up to see bodies strewn over the rocks. She was silent for a moment before returning to lapping at the slash. "You're hurt." Her back was scuffed and slashed, evidence of her rough landing on the rocks of the ledge. "It's nothing." Her face was covered in his blood. The wearing of the stone that his newfound capabilities granted him vision over indicated that she'd had been tending to him for hours. He coughed, pulling his head from the ground, stretching out for her neck tentatively, "Jia Ren." Gray gasped in pain as her wound faded, scuffs and cuts instead tracing a course down his own back, melding with the multitude of wounds already present. "That wasn't necessary." She spoke coldly, forcing the dragon to prop himself up as she dealt with his off side. "Val, I..." He glanced away. "Why didn't you tell me?" He gasped as her tongue trailed a stab wound, only the males size saving him from death after such an array of injuries. "You seemed so sad..." He coughed once more, spitting some blood over the ledge, "Yuri helped me talk to San. She said you were so proud to have been chosen by a dragon. You'd even bragged to the others for the first time... I planned to tell you, but after that, I knew that I couldn't." "You lied to me." She had stopped licking, moving to his front and looking her guardian in the eye. "I can't just let that go." "I'm so sorry, Val..." He couldn't help but cry. Between their link; he could feel her own sorrow, her own disappointment. Gray felt like a child again, the ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ廛emon' with nobody, only ceasing when her tongue traced over his cheek, wiping away the tear. "Val..." "You had a cut." She closed her eyes, "I'm not sad because of what you've done... We're wyvern and guardian, Gray ﾃ｢竄ｬ" I'm like this because you lied." She returned to licking the slash over his chest. "I know that you're sorry... But you're going to promise me that you'll never do this again." Head still swimming from what he had been through, "Lie, or mate with you?" "Lie." She looked him in the eye, seeing her guardian inside that dragon body, "You'll need the other thing if you're going to make it up to me." "Uh..." Gray gulped, "Huh?" "From now on, your scaley ass is mine. You belong to me. Promise." She nicked an injured wing with her tail, "Got it?" She grinned menacingly, "And no more crying. You're a damn dragon so act like one..." "Ok, ok..." Gray winced, lying back against the rocks, "I promise." He closed his eyes as his partner returned to licking at his front, slowly, he drifted into sleep once more. An odd sensation crept over his body, warm and somehow relieving, a few muffled words in Valkyrie's voice the last thing he heard. * Valkyrie yawned, glancing out beyond her guardian's unconscious body and into the light of day. Beyond the ledge, she had come across a concealed entrance to a cavern, furrows in the earth of the mountainside marking the pathway that she had forged by dragging him. Proud of her work she sat back and waited for him to regain consciousness. "Ok, now I'm bored." After only a few minutes she was on her feet, padding over and licking at the dragon's body. She smiled, the pink of her long snakelike tongue tracing over his muscled chest, marking contrast against the white as she lapped lower. "Mmmmm..." Gray jerked himself into consciousness, yawning as she had, raising his head before dropping it back to the ground, reaching down and swatting about his groin, eyes remaining closed. They snapped open as he connected with her cheek, Valkyrie choking as she almost bit down in response. "Ah!" His draconic tool, stiff and slick with her saliva flopped against his stomach. "Damn, that's one hell of a wake up call..." She smiled up at him innocently, "You'd best get used to it." Lips closed about his male parts once more, the wyvern arching her neck as she took the entire thing into her muzzle, Gray murring in approval. She moved more swiftly than before, more surely, having learned from her past encounter, she was now eager to demonstrate her talents. Her tongue pulled at every ridge, head bobbing as she nuzzled against his crotch. The dragon propped himself up, brushing his thumb against her cheek, knowing that she had enjoyed the sensation since they had first met, guiding her up, "If you keep that up..." She cuffed his hand away with a wing, "I don't care." Valkyrie returned to her task, drawing her dexterous tail up between them, her lips sealing about the head of his member as she curled the tail tip about the shaft, pumping. It wasn't long before her guardian let loose a roar, spraying his seed down her throat. The wyvern paced herself, swallowing his load before disengaging, leaning back against the opposing wall as he panted, a crimson across silver cheeks. He smiled, pulling himself up and taking a step forwards before his expression turned to one of confusion, "Wait a second..." He looked himself over, "I'm healed. Completely. Did you...?" Further questions faded from his mind as he noted her scent, the wyvern lying on her back, tail working feverously between her legs as she fucked herself. Valkyrie blushed, hiding her face slightly as she put on a show for the male, slickness running between her legs as she built a pace that she was so used to after all of these nights alone. A shadow covered her, Gray having advanced, standing over and leaning close to kiss, the taste of his own cum still present upon her lips, "Use your mouth for something else..." The wyverns wing claws latched onto his shoulders, pushing him down her body as his tongue traced a course. He pulled out her tail, licking the azure clean before sealing his lips about her cunt, instantly receiving a reaction as he set to his pride. His nose brushed against her clit each time he shuffled against her, his tongue extending to its limits as he worked to return her prior favour. He pushed forwards, working to get deeper, jaw aching as he flicked his tongue at its limit before finally, the tip of his muzzle completely embedded itself into her sex. She cried out his name as fluids sprayed out over his face. Gray spread her legs lapping all that he could, only just noticing that her tail had moved lower, now slowly fucking her own tail hole as his tongue trailed her clit. Gray couldn't hold his lust in check any longer, moving upwards, licking up her body until he met his wyvern in a kiss once again, his ribbed cock sinking into the squirming female. He had inherited more draconic traits than he had realised, his motions always swift and brutal, yet she loved it, bucking her hips to meet his as her tail pumped to match his pace. The dragon broke this kiss to bite her shoulder as he bred her, thrusting viciously, her own words from the night before playing in his head, ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ弸ou're a damn dragon so act like one.' He grinned, pulling out, determined to offer at least some resistance to her orders. As if reading his thoughts, as soon as he released her, she twisted in his grasp, lifting her tail as he pinned it between them, leaning in close as he pressed softly between her legs. She whimpered, the sound seeming strange coming from such a creature, yet Gray failed to cave, pulling back slightly before slowly sinking his dick into her tail hole. His wyvern cried out, pleasure and pain melded into one as she was forced to take something much larger than her own tail tip. The dragon slowly pushed his way to the hilt, feeling her shudder beneath him as he waited for Valkyrie to get used to his girth. Moments later, he began to set a slow rhythm, grinding his hips against hers while holding back the instinct to pound the grasping tightness. "Please..." He could feel the wet running down her legs, the wyvern desperately trying to dislodge her tail so that she could deal with herself. "Let me cum, Gray..." He clasped her tail in his jaws, pinning it against her neck as he bit down dominantly, his pace slowly building as she cried out beneath his larger body. "Ah... Gray!" The pain had faded, his partner bucking up against him with reckless abandon, "Fuck my ass!" The dragon obliged, "I may be yours, but you belong to me too... Don't forget..." His hand slid about her thigh, pausing an inch before the soaked scales, "Deal?" "Deal!" She was lost in the need to get herself off, "I'll do whatever you want! Just fuck me harder!" Gray smiled, increasing his pace once again, fingering her rapidly as he felt the wyvern clench about him; screaming out as an orgasm tore through her. Instantly his fingers were replaced by that thick purple member, the silver-grey dragon continuing to pound away throughout her climax, feeling his own build closer as he hammered that familiar wetness. Gray reached his peak with agonising slowness, holding true to the stamina of his race as his partner continued to squirm beneath him. The wyvern went limp as he finally buried himself, his cum overflowing from her, dripping down her body and onto the ground. He pulled out at last, curling up at her side, breathing deeply as the pair recovered their strength. His exhalation brought a small tongue of flame, the light dancing about the cave roof for an instant before fading into nothingness. His eyes narrowed as he fired a second jet, an image revealed above them, carved into stone as if it had been melted by flames identical to his own. An illustration of two dragons and a caption beneath, "Gin Kyanar ﾃ｢竄ｬ" Lucile Vreas." \*\*\*\*\* Several miles away, Remnants circled a pair of wyverns, a jade male lying injured upon the ground, his guardian staring up at Karin from her feet. Rose roared, clamping her jaws about the male's throat, holding him down as she advanced upon the guardian, "You certainly were difficult to track... trying to loop around to get help... You should know there's no escape from me." "You've betrayed us all, Dark Type..." He snarled up at her, "You turned on us." His purple scarf blew in a rogue wind as he brought up his palm, "Zhen!" Lightning blasted from him, the girl simply muttering under her breath, "Pi." She waved it away, the energy dissipating into nothingness. "Pitiful. Cui." She made a downwards motion, the man's neck breaking audibly. Rose released the wyvern as it went limp in her grasp. Overhead, the masses of Gray descended onto the bodies. ‾ Arc ‾ Well, there it is. I want to write a little more, but these two stories have been in a style differing to what I'm used to... So I'm worried about how they've turned out. I've enjoyed it non-the-less though. Thanks for reading. ^\_^; Please rate and review.

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Title: letter to the bright ones by Shenandren Savaha Stormsinger Tags: Chakat, Ocelot, Short Hi bright one I speak now, so that you might show your light to me: that I might know a little more of your light, and that you might know how much I admire you and those who have taken to the skies and made their way to the stars. I know each one of you has faced the question of whether or not to step from the safety of your cave or rock... In some ways I wish to be like you, so for now still like to watch you soar in the skies. But I have let my fears drive me deep into my cave, I hide from the monsters that I see, for I feel small and weak when I look out of my cave at the large creatures trespassing in my world. For, though am small, I will admit I am not tiny, but small and unprotected. I still fear the great darkness, on many occasions I have seen it's shadow my meadow. It scars me as it takes away the light. I have been to the cave mouth hidden deep in the mountains. On these few occasions I have found great love, and on others terrible hatred. The fairies, on one of the few times someone had coaxed me from my cave, asked me why I hid in the cave, when I told them of the dark, they looked confused. They didn't understand that the dark in the cave was mine, so held no fear. So still I only venture to the cave mouth and sometimes others pass by. I watched the great gryphons fly with the dragons, the unicorns dance in the meadow with the were-beasts. One day a cougar-taur (going by the name Chakat Goldfur) said 'hi' to me as shi walked by the cave entrance. On another day vast changes swept across the entire valley as I hid in the cave mouth, watching. Later an ocelot like creature (going by the name Trel'la)stopped outside the cave and asked to tell my tale so that someone might know it. I wasn't sure what to tell hir as shi didn't try to enter my domain. Leaving me safe, so I told hir my tale, as I finished shi went away along with the strange world. So today I look out and wonder whether or not I will have the courage to join you in the skies. Love a small Ffaulcks (a small feather winged fox like creature).

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Title: Alien Encounters. by DragonMasterX Tags: Alien, Comedy, Dragon, Dragoness, M/F, Solar System, earth, galaxy This is a request for Casey the Furry One (DigiartistsDomain.org Forums). Everything about this story is copyrighted to me and shouldn't be plagiarized in any shape or form, much less used for profit without consulting me first. --- Alien Encounters, by DragonMasterX. Littered with planets and stars as far as anyone can see, the Milky Way, like any other galaxy, is known to host one of many systems including the one we live in. Our aptly named Solar System, one of them, is brother to one out of many. The neighboring system of Strella had never seen so much petty conflict between its only two solid planets, Elviner and Dragnier. The two advanced, alien civilizations were relatively crafty, and had already mastered space travel, only to meet with discord once their races had officially met. No one really remembers why they are still fighting each other, but the war has been going for hundreds of human years, unbeknownst to the rest of the galaxy, let alone neighboring systems. Some say the Elviner, humanoids with special attunement to the elements and superior hearing, had deliberately insulted king's pride in their first meeting, to which the latter responded with a war reprisal. Dragnier denizens categorize them as snobbish, up-tight "pointy-eared" freaks, and wish nothing more than to eradicate their arrogant race from the face of Strella. Dragniers are also humanoids, but they are more physically developed, with thick muscle cord running down their huge arms and legs, showing off chiseled abs and cut pectorals. Their skin is scaly, and their faces are elongated in contrast to Elviners, to muzzle-like proportions. Where Elviners would have nail, they have claws, and where the former would have teeth, they had fangs. Another common trait among Dragniers are long scaly tails, powerful enough to snap thick trees in half. The males and females are easily differentiated from each other: Males tended to always be taller, bulkier, and more savage in appearance and women, while not any less strong than the former, usually sported athletic builds apt enough to one-up with a Dragnier male in battle. Of their feminine assets, their chests and hips were the most accentuated parts in a woman's body, and the larger any of these were, the more coveted the female was among men. Despite their almost equalized scientific achievements, Elviners categorize the reptilian-like race as brutish scaled monsters that need to be tamed as pets, and blame the war on their obnoxious king unable to take advice on how to keep personal hygiene in check. Returning to the Dragnier females, in particular the Dragnier King's daughter, she was one of the most coveted women in the whole planet. She was six foot three, a normal height for women of Dragnier and of her adult age. Daphne had long, shiny gray hair that reached her small waist, which curved with her luscious wide hips, topped with two plump butt cheeks delightfully squeezing her ass into a perfect peach shape. Her tail was about a foot longer than the well-trained but still feminine legs, long and beautiful beyond comparison. The main point which brought everyone's attention to Daphne was her streamlined sexy frame, with breasts big enough to stretch any article of clothing otherwise perfect for her body size. With emerald green eyes and ebony black scales, this goddess of a dragon was more than able to pick out any male (And any number for that matter) of her choosing. The princess, however, was not interested in such trifling matters. Daphne was a proud Dragnier, and a warrior to the very core. She looked feminine and athletic like any other woman in the planet, but she trained, and she fought. She was respected for both her beauty and her power, and that sometimes got to her head, making her think she could take on everything and everyone. On that day, she would show them. Daphne was dressed in a breast-plate with several pieces of protective armor that wouldn't hamper her movement. The princess was dead-set on avenging her dear father's pride, but she would never be sent to any battle under his orders. She sympathized with his feelings, but thought to herself that she deserved a chance to prove her own worth. Without telling him anything, and after providing herself with some distraction for her bodyguards and servants, Daphne armed herself and slipped through the corridors of the main hangar to the ship she had been preparing the last couple days. Food, fuel, and spare weapons and armor. Daphne had been studying the layout of Elviner from earlier battle records and logs, and was at the point where she had convinced herself she had a chance of storming inside Elviner's main stronghold and taking out their enemies by disabling their leader. She had convinced herself she was ready. Without a moment to lose, the dragon princess rushed into the ship, dumped the extra equipment she had brought and climbed up to the cockpit. She had already shown to be perfectly capable of navigating a ship in the simulations so she figured it would be easy to pilot a real one. The blastoff was successful, and she quickly managed to stabilize the ship once it was off the atmosphere of the planet. Daphne strongly believed in her plan. She would avoid enemy detection flawlessly. She would land in Elviner undetected, sneak into the enemy fortress, seize the area and take out their leader, effectively crippling their whole empire. Daphne would then call back to her planet and the moment their revenge exacted would come. It was a brilliant plan! She imagined herself, then, being praised by her father, adored by the citizens and finally worshipped as some sort of war deity. "Lady Daphne, the protector of Dragnier," she giggled to herself at the thought as she drove through the vast space. She was so consumed in her fantasy that she didn't notice the fading beep on her radar, and how she kept accelerating more and more. In Daphne's mind, all had been accounted for, but she couldn't allow herself to become too cocky. She could now see a planet not far off from her current location and there were no ships or drones surrounding it too. Had there been a lull in the enemy's defense? This was the perfect moment to strike! "Although..." the dragon woman frowned at the visual of the planet she was getting near to. In the charts and maps of the system she had earlier seen, Elviner was depicted a bright green with only a couple blue spots. The planet seemed to be much bigger, and of an alternate pattern of colors as she remembered. Her radar, however, was scanning life in the planet, so she couldn't be mistaken. No, it was time to strike, not to doubt herself! Daphne convinced herself, but then the proximity alert kicked in. Her radar flashed a bright red. She looked left and right on the monitors, but the charts weren't showing any sort of space debris field or any solidified body in the surrounding area of Elviner. The light that filtered from the Sun to her ship though was starting to dim, and she blinked as she noticed the cause was a huge chunk of white approaching her. "Oh god! Oh god!" she panicked all of a sudden. What Daphne was seeing was something much smaller than any planet she had seen, but with considerable size to crush her and her ship if she collided directly against it. "What is this?! It wasn't in any of the maps, damnit! Clever Elviner bastards!" she cursed, trying to pull her ship to the side to avoid it. In the lull of her earlier distraction, however, Daphne had not been able to count with enough time to assess the exact location in the charts, so she couldn't count with not making an easily visible ruckus for the enemy to see as she avoided this trap. She groaned and tried her best to spin the ship 90 degrees away from the large white rock, but the base of her ship grazed it with enough strength to damage part of the engines. The alarm began ringing. "Curses! This can't be happening...!" Daphne panicked some more, but she quickly worked to re-route the fuel to the undamaged section of the main engine. The fuel was spilling, and the friction of the ship against the surface of whatever she had just grazed was causing enough sparks for the spilled fuel to catch on fire. The fire alarm summed to the loud racket. "Shut it, stupid computer, I know!" she groaned as she tried to isolate the safe section by rushing a command through the console. She looked at the blue planet with disdain, and growled in annoyance. She was so near! Daphne had to prevail, there were no two ways about it. She looked at the controls and then closed her mind to the sounds, there was absolutely no way to make it with the ship unbroken and much less intact, the provisory isolation would not last forever and if it gave up for even a second the ship would explode taking her with it. She had to play a gambit. Grabbing an emergency pack, she kept it close to her voluptuous chest and quickly set the controls to accelerate to the maximum velocity it could reach. The ship was struggling with the lack of fuel, but the command was acknowledged, and the ship began to pick up more and more speed. As it reached the planet's edge, the gravitational pull began assisting the ship in accelerating. "Damnit! It's pulling me even faster!" Daphne said, struggling to get up on her knees and with only one hand. Her other arm was protecting the emergency pack, her only life line left. She had to wait until the ship had begun penetrating the atmosphere of the planet, and at that time, she would eject herself and trust her life to the pack. Dragnier emergency packs were useful inventions that worked, in the metaphorical sense, like parachutes in an air plane. The packs were designed to let loose millions of single-purposed nano-machines capable of replicating a synthesized element akin to that of reinforced polycarbonate with a multi-layer of titanium to cover its user with in the shape of a protective exo-suit. It only worked for a minimum of 10 seconds to a maximum of a full minute and it ran on the energy the nano-machines produced by consuming the materials provided to it. The emergency pack exo-suits were resilent and almost indestructible on the outside, and soft and warm for its user, however, they were so heavy that they were impractical for any sort of movement, and were used solely for stationary defense, or to survive falls that would kill any person. As a result, these nearly unbreakable suits of armor were used to prevail in deadly situations such as these, or in extreme sports. More than often, the "Planet Diving" sportsmen back at Dragnier used the packs in conjunction with junk suits made of the most cost-effective materials for the nano-machines to work quickly with, so she would have to provide her little saviors with her current armor. There was no time to get anything else. After she was within the esteemed falling range, Daphne quickly activated the rectangular pack against her chest and let the emerging colony of nanites to feast on her body suit. She felt them crawl on her scaly skin and the feeling made her shiver, so she tried to visualize something else to distract herself. Once she felt she was ready, she threw her arm to the hatch control and bashed it with all her might, causing it to get blown off. It was then that her arm was covered with the last of the sturdy material and her exo-suit completed forming. The decompression that followed promptly ejected anything that hadn't been nailed down on the ship, with her body in the snug suit included. The trajectory of her fall and the pull of the planet's gravity aligned so her body would be attracted to the ground deep below the atmosphere instead of remaining floating aimlessly into the void. Daphne didn't feel scared about the ordeal of diving into a planet with an exo-suit, but was terrified about the amount of ruckus she would make upon landing and how she'd be an easy prey, stripped of her suit of armor and weapons. Even if she had grabbed a weapon, the nanites would've eaten all the metal she had brought to form the exo-suit. The ship's systems finally began malfunctioning. Daphne couldn't hear it thanks to her current condition, but the layer the computer had used to isolate the fire that had broken out in the engine room had finally given out and the rest of the fuel, unconsumed, caught fire and caused a huge explosion. Her suit protected her even if she was in the blast radius, but the force of impact altered her trajectory, and her speed. With the incredibly dense material the suit was made of, plus the gravitational pull, the acceleration of her fall increased almost exponentially after the explosion of her ship sent her flying down. The friction at that point had become so great that the suit caught fire outside, not that Daphne could see it. To the denizens below, Daphne was like a shooting star. --- It was a very cloudy day in planet Earth. Ethan felt as gloomy as the afternoon sky. "Gawdamnit, no scoop, no free lunch," he crumpled a mud-messy ticket for "One Free Lunch at Louie's" and then sneezed, "Ugh, no health," he rubbed under his nose to get rid of some pesky snot, flicking it off into the side of the walkway he was transiting. "This day sucks." Ethan Lee was a reporter of a big city in North America. As in any big city, the competition was harsh, the work environment was highly unpredictable and worst of all, he was due for the payments on most if not every one of his monthly bills. Ethan had always been a very diligent worker, but even he fell short to the amount of people that worked for the same reason as he did: To bring interesting stuff for people to be awed with at home. He wanted fame and money, but even with his good reputation at work, it was next to impossible to come up in the ladder for journalism without a sheer stroke of luck. He dumped his behind on a bench on the side and relaxed, his digital camera dangling from the straps around his neck. Ethan sighed and grabbed the collar of his salmon colored shirt, tugging slightly at the black tie as he lamented the weather, "Damn, it's so hot today. Why doesn't it rain already?" he looked up as if he was going to receive an answer from the almighty, but then his eyes bulged to almost comical proportions as he realized the clouds had suddenly begun swirling into a whirlpool shape before abruptly forming a hole in the very sky. There was a blinding flash, followed by a sharp buzzing that he could swear sounded like some jet firing its engines at full power and zipping across a country like in some sort of sci-fi movie. "Holy shit, I didn't mean it that way, I'm so sorry!" With that, the young reporter jumped down and hid under the bench, fearing for his life as the buzzing grew louder. It was hurting his ears, he imagined this was what a jet's turbine had to feel like when it ignited nearby. He could feel the floor vibrate as something approached. His eyes screwed shut and Ethan began to suddenly pray, then let out a scream of terror as the ground under him began to quake and rattle. There was another blinding flash followed by an indescribably loud boom. Almost as if several large bombs had gone off at the very same time. Ethan was still screaming until his voice faded from the dryness of his throat, then he realized nothing had happened to him, at all. He shakily opened one eye to look left and right, then he blinked as the smelt of burnt metal filled his nostrils. "Ugh, what the- OUCH!" he groaned as he hit the back of his head against the bench he had been hiding under. Rubbing his sore spot slightly and whimpering as he crawled back, he thought: "What was that? Was it like some sort of meteorite... Whew, glad it didn't hit me. If it had fallen on me- OHGODOFPANCAKES." Ethan stood up in a startled manner, his arms flailing up almost comically as he realized the park to the side of the walkway had been reduced to a huge, deep, circular crater whose edge merely missed the legs of the bench he had been hiding under by centimeters. "What the hell fell down here?!" he screamed, but all of a sudden he felt alone. He was, in fact, very alone, he was the only human being walking in this abandoned part of the big city. Ethan gulped and brushed his loneliness aside, approaching the crater warily, his legs shaking as he tried to tough it out. "Wait Ethan, what are you doing?" he thought to himself, "This... this can't be right. It might be the opportunity of a life-time, a meteorite falling from space! ...or something like that! ...But what if I'm cursed the moment I approach it? I-I mean infected with radioactivity or something weird like that! Geesh, who am I talking to...?" he lamented in a sorry manner, then got his shaky hands on his camera. "No time to waste! I have a job to do! It's my duty!!" Ethan suddenly said out loud, as if to convince himself. He smiled to his resolve, looking down at the center of the crater with conviction, readying himself for anything. Not seeing the end of the monumental hole it, he began questioning himself: "...how deep does this thing go?" he began shaking again, "Why is duty so scary?" he then sobbed. He immediately shook his head, took a deep breath, and gripped his camera firmly once more. As Ethan walked own on the crater, he began taking a few pictures of the surrounding area to give his patrons an idea of where this had exactly happened. It was a desolate part of the big city which had been left out when the remodeling took place thirty years prior, so it had been abandoned and only had activity at after-hours with illegal smugglers or horny teenagers these days. Before, it used to be a beautiful park full of bustling children laughter, after the remodeling, it was stripped off its games and was left as a plain spot on the side of the walkway. "And now it's a huge stinkin' hole in the middle of nowhere," Ethan joked in his head. Maybe taking this lightly would ease him of his worries; there weren't any people trying to rob him of his scoop, after all. As he approached the center, the foul stench began to get to him. He took a small napkin he had taken from a restaurant at an earlier date and used it to muffle it as he approached. He felt like crying as it stung, but he was so near. The smoke coming from the center was now almost gone, it was the perfect time to take a sweet picture! That's when the ground began to shake one more. "What the- What now?!" Ethan exclaimed with both scorn and fear, looking around to see if he could identify the source of the disturbance, but it was then that he heard a crack. It was the same type of sound one hears when they crack an egg open against a marble edge, loud and clear as a day; not this one in specific. Ethan had stopped cold upon hearing the sound, he swallowed the saliva gathered in his mouth, he felt like his heart might stop any moment. The sound had originated behind him. Turning his head around, he noticed the smoke gone from the center of the crater, realizing there were bits of cracked metal sunk among the burnt dirt and the same melted alloy. Ethan approached it cautiously, making a quick mental note to not even touch the object as it probably had fallen from space at the speed it had broken down its fall, or how it looked like it had been inside some sort of incinerator. He began kicking some of the blackened dirt around to see just how big this object was, he was now terribly curious. He noticed his shoes weren't burning, and more importantly, he didn't feel any heat emanating from the burnt ground. He had thought it odd, for having entered the diameter of the crater, it was surprising that he hadn't been exposed to anymore heat that he was feeling on that humid day. He kept kicking dirt around until he finally got fed up with how much time he was taking, and finally knelt down, shyly approaching the dirt with his hand before actually trying to move it away. "...Cold." That was all he said. To his surprise, even the metal was cold, as if he was touching the beam from a construction site. Ethan then quickly resolved to take this chance and dig through. It took him around ten minutes to reach the bottom of the metal object, and he was astonished when had finally dug it up. He took a few steps back to admire the streamlined figure that, despite the few melted spots around specific areas, was a seamless humanoid figure. The only two things that stood away from that perception were a tail-like appendage and the fact the face was elongated. "What the hell is this...? Some sort of... alien sculpture?" he inquisitively said, but there was no one to answer his question. Ethan then noticed there was a certain spot that looked damaged. He then remembered the crack-like sound he had heard a few minutes ago. It was odd to him however, had it broken? Why had it happened time after having already crash-landed and not at the same time? "Just what sort of meteorite are you...?" he asked the statue, reaching to feel the cracked part. When his hand made contact with the metal, the same cracking sound as before filled his ears, making Ethan yelp as the statue's right arm suddenly moved and seized him by the wrist. "EEEEP! Let go! Leggo, leggo, leggo!" he panicked, swinging his arm but the grip was incredibly strong. The cracking sounds continued to fill the air, and Ethan bore witness to the fact the statue was 'shedding'. The metal parts were falling off like dried crust, revealing blackness inside. With a few more struggles, Ethan was finally able to free himself, stumbling backwards and falling onto his butt promptly afterwards. He was speechless, and he was paralyzed. All Ethan could do was watch. As he did, the statue finally 'shed' all its metal, leaving behind the frame of a beautiful, curvaceous female with the muzzle and tail of a reptile. She was black as ebony, and had long, wild gray hair, yet she looked no younger than 20 in his opinion. Ethan hiccupped at the fact he was comparing this bombshell of an extra-terrestrial to one of their women. What if it was a true alien? Like one from the movies, having come here to enslave or kill or eat them all?! "Oh man. What a scoop!" said his reporter's heart. "Oh man. I think I poop'd," his mind told him. But he was just that scared. His breakfast was still being rationed inside of him, having skipped lunch and all things considered. The naked creature was clearly not human, but it stood like one. She had the curves of a very well-endowed woman, and she was breathing the same air as he was, or so he thought. Ethan marveled at her beauty and thought of asking a question, but then he reminded how violently she had reacted while inside her shell, what if she ate him after asking something. He stayed quiet, as if playing dead (Though he forgot he had to close his eyes for that). Daphne took a very deep breath, her hefty chest rising before she exhaled, her boobs bouncing along with Ethan's face, making him look like he was nodding repeatedly. The Dragnier was alive and healthy; she checked for injuries as she opened her eyes and noticed that, aside her missing articles of clothing the nanites had consumed to generate energy, her body was in perfect condition. Ethan blushed, thinking he was about to blurt something out any second the more he watched her move and flail her jiggling parts as she checked herself out. Ethan realized Daphne had completely ignored him, her bodily condition apparently taking priorities before assessing her surroundings. Daphne looked off into the distance, seeing trees and buildings far off into the distance, but nothing she had seen in Elviner architecture before. She frowned, thinking her enemies had foreseen her coming and had prepared to confuse her with any means possible. She began walking off, when a voice behind her stopped her. "Wait, you piece of sexy a- I mean, excuse me, miss!" Ethan finally said, rising to his two feet. "Oh, weren't you dead?" Daphne said with a clear, easily distinguishable feminine voice. Ethan felt like choking, when she suddenly startled as she saw Ethan well and then jumped into a battle stance, "I mean, I'm here for your leader! Don't do anything funny, Elviner!" Ethan startled "EEE! Don't hurt me please!" the young man shouted, throwing his arms up as if a police-woman had told him to raise them. "Drop your weapon!" Daphne demanded. "W-weapon? Sir, yes, sir!" Ethan yelled loud and clear, but then his face hung low, "U-Uhm... what weapon...?" "You can't fool me with your clever deceiving tactics, Elviner," Daphne pointed at Ethan with a scowl, "You might think you're so smart, but I know a lethal piece of advanced Elviner weaponry when I see it!" "Wh-what?! What are you talking about?!" Ethan flailed helplessly, when he noticed where the alien was pointing. He looked down to and rested his digital camera on his palms, as if presenting it, "Th-this...?" he stuttered. Daphne gasped and then suddenly rolled on the ground to the side, covering her ears and shutting her eyes. "You bastard! I knew it!" she growled, opening one eye to look at her enemy, who was still holding the weapon. She back-flipped in the air in an almost artistic jump and gracefully landed on her feet, "You're not going to beat me. I trained for YEARS for this moment. I'm going to prove my worth to all of you, filthy alien!" Ethan found himself unaware of what to feel. Was he going to be bold enough to act pitiful with this odd, scaled woman? She looked as scary as she was beautiful. "I-I'm not... ahh, I mean, I do not mean you any harm! Honestly!" he tried yelling, holding his camera away from himself, holding it by the straps, "Look! It's just a camera, a CAMERA! It doesn't do damage, or anything! I swear! It just takes photos!" Daphne squinted, was he trying to reason with her? This would be a first for Dragnier and Elviner. She growled angrily, "Enough of that! This will be a battle for our honor. I might not be fully armed, but my body will be more than enough to take care of you!" "That's what she said." The unholy thoughts kept creeping around inside his head, as well as several morbid pictures of the alien woman either decapitating him or laying eggs into his mouth to have little aliens pop out of his chest, like in some movie he had seen. Why had she had to be so hot and scary at the same time?! As Daphne charged, Ethan felt his thoughts dissipate and only one remained: "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE!" With that, he turned around to run for his life, only to notice there was yet another swirl in the clouds above them, and a second hole opened up in the sky. A huge pod-like ship was coming down, landing by the park. Ethan's jaw dropped almost to the ground. "I'm trapped!" he told himself, listening to Daphne's battle cry as she approached. Time seemed to dilate around Ethan as he hung his head low, then thought: "Okay, maybe I shouldn't have hoped for rain today. It's a fun thing, really," He quickly turned around, and continued with his inner monologue, "I wished for a scoop, and then all of a sudden I'm between it and a soft place," he said as Daphne's breasts appeared in his mind. He chuckled, then solemnly looked up, tears streaming down his cheeks, "At least I'll be able to say I did find something interesting while in the afterlife. Everyone, please take this picture and tell everyone I battled valiantly," he was now determined to accept anything, even death. Holding his camera up, he opened the shutter again and snapped a picture of his incoming attacker. Daphne's eyes went wide as a flash emitted from her opponent's device, and then all of a sudden she felt a sting in the eye, momentarily taken her by surprise and blinding her at the same time. The momentum of her built-up speed prevented her from stopping, and her feet tangled up when she didn't manage to avoid the hole her earlier fall had made. She tripped over and fell with great force, shaking the place. After a small while, Ethan opened his eyes and then looked down only to find no one in front of him. No egg-producing mouth, no talon at the ready to gore through him, no pair of soft breasts to suffocate him to death (His personal, recurring favorite), there was simply nothing in front of him. He looked back, thinking that maybe it had all been a dream, and realized the ship that had just landed was still there, with its shutter open, but with no one around it. He looked around himself, noticing the crater was still there, "Uhhh... did she make herself invisible...? Like the Depredator?" he fidgeted around, then as he looked down his eyes bulged with surprise. Daphne lay on her face on the floor mere inches from his feet, butt up in the air with her knees on the floor, and her tail draped over her back, shoulders and head. "Uhm, excuse me, did you trip over? Are you alright...?" Ethan asked, still frozen over, but suddenly worried about her. "Earthling, halt!" a deep manly voice called out to Ethan, who felt a chill run down his spine. "Y-y-y-y-y-yes... A-A-Alright... Please don't hurt me..." Ethan whimpered as he felt two presences near him from behind. It was then that two lizard-men dressed in armor and carrying oddly shaped weapons, that resembled long, futuristic-like revolvers with blades topped on them, got beneath him. They bowed to the slumped over girl in front of Ethan, who had yet to budge a single millimeter. "Princess! His majesty was worried sick! It really is a fortune your emergency pack sent us a distress signal when you activated it. We are relieved to see you unharmed!" the bodyguard on Ethan's left looked down at the dirtied, and more pride-hurt than body-hurt Daphne, and corrected himself: "...mostly." "Princess! His majesty had no idea you had arranged to seek for a mate this far in the galaxy! He's astonished you even considered venturing away from our System in these times of war!" the bodyguard on Ethan's right exclaimed. They were talking too loudly to him. Were these guys idiots...? What kind of girl seeks a mate by trying to kill him? Then he remembered: Scary looking aliens sandwiching you, stay quiet, Earthling halt. "Mate?!" Daphne finally spoke as she removed her dirtied, but still pretty face from the ground, swishing her tail away from her face and gripped the ground all of a sudden. "Oh no. Nononono. Wait a minute! I can't choose a mate I'm supposed to kill, Elviner males are ugly, with their uppity attitude and their... pointy... ears..." she bit her lower lip, eyes bulging out comically. "He's not Elviner?! Then where am I?!" she demanded. "You are in the third rock from the Sun of the neighboring System, milady," the left guard said, "This is the planet with intelligent life our research team had been studying before the war broke out." The right guard continued: "Our surveys and records state this planet is perfectly habitable and with many biospheric properties such as our planet Dragnier or Elviner." Only one question remained inside of Ethan's head at that moment. "Only now does she realize I have no pointy ears?!" "In any case, I'm not taking him as a mate, he's not from our planet, we... you can't be serious! I can't take THAT with me!" Daphne cried, holding by her cheeks, almost sinking her claws into them, but strangely she wasn't even distending her smooth scales, much less hurting herself. It was an expression of anguish, one which made Ethan feel kind of sympathetic for her, right until the moment he realized she was talking about him. "Hey, what's wrong with me?! So I haven't been able to eat properly this month, but I work out! And I bathe everyday, Ms. Pompous Lizard!" he yelled defiantly. Oddly enough, his sporadic courage had returned. "Who are you calling pompous, you human freak? Why I ought to...!" Daphne stood up with a growl, making Ethan suddenly yip and hide behind one of the bodyguards out of reflex and self-survival instinct. "They make an adorable couple already. His majesty will be pleased," the right guard said, with the one at the left nodding in approval. "Oh for the love of, he's not the mate I chose...!" yelled Daphne in protest, but one of the guards interrupted. "Yeah! She didn't choose me as a mate, I didn't choose her either. Heck, she was trying to KILL me!" Ethan whined from behind one of the guards. "We apologize, your highness, but the law states that when a female engaged in a duel of honor loses, they must become the bride of the winner, with no exceptions. The king wills it," he explained. Daphne whimpered like a spoiled child being told 'no' would. "But daddy...! But I wanted... It's not how it happened I..." she babbled, "I wasn't trying to come here, this wasn't even my set course, I was attempting to..." "Oh?" the guard interrupted, "Are you meaning to say you were abandoning your duties as a princess for something other than the sacred rite of mating?! Oh no." "The king will be very disappointed, and we may have to kill this one to prevent His highness from ever learning the truth..." the other guard frowned. Ethan's heart sunk low, "KILL ME?!" he gasped. "Oh nonono. You see, I DID defeat her in mortal combat! I... I get to choose what I want to be done with her, right?!" he tried, but the young man was hoisted up by a big claw of the guard he had been hiding behind of. "Silence, human." Daphne sighed in relief, preparing to nod. "So where was your destination, princess? Oh, never you mind. We can always search for the black box of the ship in our way out." And Daphne's head came to a stop. She shivered. If anything at all came out of that black box that suggested she had disobeyed her father and gone into battle against the Elviner on her own, she would be in very big problems. "I LOST HONORABLY AND HEREBY AM SUBJECT TO BECOME THIS MAN'S WIFE." Ethan's jaw dropped, but then he realized if he didn't accept it, his life would come to an end. "I WON HONORABLY AND HEREBY AM ENTITLED TO DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH THIS ATTRACTIVE ALIEN BABE." Silence filled the scenery, but it wasn't long before the guard softly put Ethan on the ground and smiled to him, "Spoken like a true man. Come with us, Sir..." "Uh, uhm... E-E-Ethan," the young man stuttered. "Very well then," the other guard spoke. They then helped their princess up and began escorting them to their pod-like ship. "Oh, excuse me, sir Ethan, but you may leave your weapons behind. Only certified royal personnel are supposed to carry them in ships. If you wish, we can store it for you and you may retrieve it upon landing." "O-oh, yes, of course." Ethan looked left and right on him, then hung his face low, "Uh... I don't have any weapons, sir..." The guards pointed at Ethan's hands, which he had not yet taken away from his camera ever since being ordered to 'halt'. "IT'S NOT A WEAPON!" he shouted. It was going to be a long journey. --- But the actual ride was rather uneventful at first. The ship didn't look like much from the outside, but to Ethan, he felt like he was an actor in some sort of sci-fi movie. The ship was also huge when he walked around it, even finding chambers to rest, or for leisure. He sat down on one of the mattresses and sighed as Earth slowly shrank in his eyes, then vanished, only a curtain of darkness remaining, dressed by the many shiny dots that were the stars of the system. "So this is what a brave soul feels when they're abducted by voluptuous aliens babes and their stupidly clueless bodyguards." "Your legs, arms, and I think your head is still shaking," a familiar feminine voice said from the hall of the resting chambers. Daphne stood there, arms folded under her prominent bust, and still naked. "Sh-shut up. Can't you sympathize? I'm suffering from nostalgia here." "We left your planet five minutes ago." "Hey, who's the winner of our battle of honor?!" "You were lucky! Had I been armed...!" "You tripped over! You're inept at battle!" "Why you! I'm going to tear you apart!" Daphne roared, pouncing Ethan, who began struggling against the mighty female. The rattle reached the cockpit easily with the door open, but the guards didn't seem to budge. "Ah, young love. He might not have looked like much, but if he was strong enough to defeat our princess in a duel of honor, he must be worthy to her," the pilot mused over happily while his co-pilot simply nodded in agreement once more. Daphne was strong and agile, but so far Ethan had done a good job fending her off in their arm lock. Their eyes met with fury at their shared predicament. "Ngh! Gah, I can't kill you, or else everything will be for nothing," she finally said with disdain, soft enough for only him to hear. Daphne stopped pushing and allowed herself to fall to the side in depression. Ethan was glad for this. He felt his arm bones had been about to snap had she continued. "I... uh... I guess it's a draw. This time," he straightened his clothes, and sat up on the mat, looking at Daphne from the corner of his eye. God her hips were wide, but why was she still naked? Maybe it was common for them to... his cheeks immediately flushed a deep red. "Hey, Daphne." "What is it?" "So uhm... we're mates. What happens now?" "We're going to marry." "When?" "Probably when we land. Dad's been wanting me to marry for like two years now." "How can you be so calm about it?" "I don't want to!" she suddenly outburst, throwing a kick and screwing the door to the room shut. Ethan freaked out, but managed to keep it together. "L-Look... I'm not saying that I like this either, but... Since we've to stick together, it might be good to get to know each other better, right?" "What do you mean 'get to know each other better'?" "You know, like you tell me what sort of stuff you like about your man, and I tell you what I like about your boobs- I mean you. I mean my women, uhm, you know what I mean!" "No, I don't. Why would we want to know that? All a spouse is supposed to do is to breed children." "Oi, you don't have to say it like that. I don't plan on getting kids anytime soon, plus how would that work? We aren't even the same species..." "It still is irrelevant to our relationship," Daphne flipped around the bed and finally laid down on it. "I'm a warrior. I don't want to spend the rest of my life moping and cooking." "Uh, well, I could help you with that. I might not look it, but I cook really good hamburgers! You have those there, right...?" "What was that?" "Oh, hamburgers. They're a piece of meat between two buns of bread and," "No, what you said before that. Why would you help me with house-keeping?" "Eh, well, I wouldn't like to be a lazy freeloader. You know," Ethan fidgeted, "You don't have to stop fighting or "warrioring" or whatever you like." "I don't...? But you won our duel of honor... I mean, wait, I don't really have to?" Ethan shrugged, "We can share the tasks we'll do if that's what worries you. ...and I'm not good at firing guns or anything like that, so count me out of battling!" he shook his hands defensively. Were any of them expecting him to fight... any more monsters...? Ethan couldn't help but imagine himself being crushed by a huge foot paw falling from high up, and shivered. Daphne looked down, "You... you're kind. But why would you do that for me?" "Well... we do need each other right now, don't we? It's not like we can be a couple if we fight all the time among ourselves..." he gulped, approaching her slowly. Daphne also approached him, maybe she had judged the human wrongly. She imagined that if for some reason, they managed to convince everyone with their charade and she would still have her freedom, then there was no reason for her to be afraid. In fact, what Ethan was talking about made her feel warm inside. He was willing to help her, even after she had practically dragged him against his will into all of this by not giving him a choice before. They stared into each other's eyes. Daphne, for the first time, felt like a man was looking at her in a different way than just a womb to produce offspring. Ethan, by himself, was convinced this was the time to act out on his fantasy. They approached more and more, until they eventually touched each other's lips. Knelt on the mattress, naked Dragnier warrior and clothed Human reporter joined their fingers together, holding hands as they kissed, then hugged. Daphne felt the warmth within her increase, her cheeks gaining a reddish color to their innate blackness as Ethan's smaller, but apparently dexterous tongue made its way inside of Daphne's mouth. She roamed his back passionately, as Ethan cried in joy in his mind as his hands squeezed and kneaded the dragon woman's enormous mammaries. He felt like he was squeezing two small basketballs, and unable to contain his euphoria went for firmer, harder gropes, making Daphne growl in lust. Ethan immediately pulled back, "D-did you not like that...?" he asked shakily. Daphne looked away from him and smiled a bit, eyes half-closed and said: "You can squeeze harder." Ethan couldn't believe his ears, but the whole scenario was very real. The pain in the cheeks he was continuously pinching was proof of that. It was then that he discarded his clothes as quickly as he could, the tie and shirt flew off first, followed by his shoes, socks and pants. "Earthlings make use of lots of articles for clothing..." Daphne observed as she lie on her front at the wait on the bed. "Isn't it uncomfortable to wear them all the time? They don't even look like they'd protect you effectively." Ethan laughed, for the first time in this entire, weird day, "I knew it. You guys don't wear anything when out of battle, right? Figures," he laughed. "What does? Why would one want to be hindered by equipment when they aren't going to engage in battle?" Daphne questioned, but Ethan shook his head. "That's okay, Daphne, let's leave that for another day." With that, Ethan's boxers finally slid off and his rock hard pecker was finally presented to the dragoness. At seven full inches, it was a pretty large, and thick cock. She looked at him with a small frown, "Does it get bigger? It looks pretty hard to me." "Ah-hahaha... n-no it doesn't..." Ethan's chest deflated, but half-expected that kind of reaction, given the height of the guards that were accompanying them. They were at least nine feet in height, titans among humans for sure. She then chuckled. "Just kidding! Hehe," Ethan blushed as Daphne laughed, also for the first time in that weird day. She had planned on fighting a war for an army earlier, and now she was going to enjoy herself with a human for the first time. "Mmm, it looks pretty big to me." A smile returned to Ethan as he approached the bed, sat besides Daphne, and then tried to strike conversation, "So uhm, have you ever..." But before he could finish, the aroused dragoness let out a playful, but dominant growl and pounced her mate. He was right. They were in this together, but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy it together. Being a strong woman, she was quick to seize control of the position. Ethan was scared at first, since her handling was way stronger than any dominating woman he had ever slept with back on Earth, but Daphne seemed strangely gentle anyways. It half-worried him if she ever went crazy on him, but right now all seemed good. They locked lips again as she rested her hefty chest on his, and she straddled him, her crotch mere inches from his erection. Lowering her hips softly, Daphne and Ethan moaned into each other's mouths as the penetration began. No longer than the head inside of Daphne's pussy, she suddenly drove her rump down, making both of them moan as she took his full seven inches at once. They parted in their kiss, and Ethan marveled at the warmth of her vagina enveloping his cock, the tight orifice hugging him snugly. "Damn, she's not a virgin, but sure feels like one!" he said to himself, grabbing by her sexy thighs for support as Daphne rode him like a cowgirl. "Ahhh... Ethan, this feels so good..." Daphne moaned hotly, her bountiful tits jiggling as she raised and lowered her hips on his pole, feeling the pre-seminal fluid lubricating her insides. "It feels so good!" she yelped. Ethan said nothing, and just pulled her into another kiss. He felt pleasure coursing through every part of his body as he felt her chest push into him again, as their tongues intertwined against each other; she had, as he expected, a lizard-like tongue, but at this time he didn't care, he was feeling pleasure unlike any other. He put his hand on one of her breasts and the other on one of her butt cheeks, and then began playing with them, increasing the pleasure she got from their intercourse. Eventually, Ethan braved the unknown and attempted to turn the position, to which, as it turned out, she didn't mind. Ethan pulled her around, and they twisted for a moment as she was laid out on her belly, while he mounted her. "Ohhh, E-Ethan... I'd no idea... humans... could mate so well...!" "Mmmm," moaned the human, "I won't disappoint you, I promise," Ethan grinned, and took her soft and slowly at first, but then picked his pace up, making her moan louder with every passing second. In a way, he was glad she had smashed the door shut in her earlier fit, but he had a feeling even if they caught them fucking, the guards would just pass it off at normal. Without anymore worries, Ethan continued humping harder and faster, his orgasm building up. She was near her sexual climax as well, and it looked like they would come together. "Daphne... Mmmngh! I'm... I'm gonna release it...!" he announced, gritting his fangs as he talked through his moans of pleasure. "Do it! Do it! Give me your sperm!" the princess demanded with a hiss of pleasure, feeling her pussy clench as she released her sexual juices. The pleasure increased almost ten-fold as Ethan's cock became snuggled by the tight love hole, and that triggered the young man's orgasm. "F-fuck! Here I come!!!" he screamed out in bliss, blowing all of his load inside of Daphne. "Mmmmmm...!" Daphne clenched her fangs together and clutched the covers of the bed, moaning in delight as she felt her body accept his fluids. "Oohhh... oh Ethan... that felt wonderful..." "Oh, baby, you were great, too..." he smiled, finally collapsing on the dragoness. She lovingly wrapped her long tail around his leg, then separated from him only to cuddle him to her front, her face sank in-between her luscious breasts. "Mmmphh, mmh..." he tried to say something else, but was muffled by the large knockers. They both passed it as something unimportant, and she finally let him get some air. "Thank you, Ethan... I want to be your mate. Will you be mine?" Ethan blushed. He had never really considered a serious relationship before, but he not only had no choice here, but... even if ferocious and of alien origin, Daphne was a very attractive female, and not only that, but she was obviously falling for him. Maybe this encounter wouldn't prove to be so bad after all. "Yes. I want to be your mate." "Then let's go at it again!" Daphne eagerly said. "What, already?!" The End. Sort of.

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Title: Chp. 4) My Brother's Secret by Willace Diamond Tags: Dragon, Emotional, Gender confussion, M/M, Plot Progression, Wolf Author's notes: Well it's been a long time since my last post for this series but I think the time I took on these next few chapters was really worth it. I wanted to take this in a bit of a new direction rather than just the predictable pattern so I gave a few tweaks to the characters' personalities and I came up with this. It's not a story for everybody but hell, nothing I write is. Don't like the tags then don't waste your time reading. As always I welcome any comments and feed-back. Hope you enjoy. \~ Willace \<\> ### **\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_** ### ### **My Brother's Secret** ### **\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_** Jumping the fence, Leon instinctively rolled as his paws hit the grass. Stopping only for a moment, he grabbed the bag and then darted off into the woods. "Shit shit shit, they're still coming!" he cursed running blindly, swearing amongst the maze of trees. Something snagged his pants and he went face first towards the mossy forest floor. The sounds of paw steps neared and he struggled to regain composure, pulling himself up on his elbows. Too late, his pursuer was upon him and the chase had ended. "Fuck off!" He screamed scrambling to his knees in an attempt to break into another mad rush. A punch aimed at his face missed and the wolf took a swing of his own. It connected sloppily to his chest and sent his attacker stumbling backward. "Fag, I'll kill you for that!" the tiger called out, slamming against a pine tree. Leon didn't stick around to find out how that would turn out. Instead he grabbed the book-bag and dashed further away, jumping over a patch of brush. It nicked his ankle open but did nothing to slow him. Adreline fueled, Leon's heart race and he burst through the other side of the tree line, leading him to the side of a dirt road. Panting, he bent over clutch his chest with one paw, his bag with the other. Once some of his breath caught up he began running again. Who would have thought it would be so easy to out-run a football player Leon smirked to himself as he reached the town's border. Safely back in civilization he slowed to a mild jog and slid the backpack on. It wasn't the normal path back home, hell most of the time he would have just driven. But today of all days his car was in the shop and that ass-hole at school was itching for a rematch. Not today, Leon thought turning the corner at the supermarket, not on Rues's birthday. True, in an open area the tiger probably didn't stand a chance in a fair fight but that bastard probably would have grabbed something to use as a weapon. Damn pussy, Leon thought smugly and slowed even further to a confident stroll. He dug his cell-phone out of his pocket and pressed the preset dialing. It rang twice and then went to the automated voicemail message. In response to this Leon hung up and dialed again. "Dammit, Rues. just 'cause it's your birthday doesn't mean you spend the entire day in bed." The phone connected after the first ring and A sleepy dragon greeted him from the the other side of the line. "Hey bro, what's up?" Rues asked through a mumbled voice. "You know damn well what's up Rues. Turning sixteen doesn't enable you to be a smart-ass. Through some clothes on 'cuz' I know you started to sleep naked. I'll be outside." Rues yawned and whined "Fine, but I want to wear what I want to wear. No judge today, Okay?" This ought to be interesting Leon thought approaching his street. "Fine, whatever. Just for the love of the stars don't put on anything with hot pink, I'm begging you. I don't care what day it is, if you think I'm taking you to the mall again when you're wearing some crazy, half-baked..." Rues stopped his brother's rant of with a merry giggle. "Hey, guess what," he teased his older sibling. "Yes, Rues, What is it?" He asked nearing the house. "I see you" \~Click\~ the phone cut off and Rues stuck his smiling head out the second floor window. "Moron," Leon whispered returning the smile and gave a wave. Hurriedly the little dragon rushed out of his room and through the house. As he burst through the door Leon grimaced in shock at the sight. There he was, for the entire neighborhood to see, dressed in just a mini-skirt. No shirt, no stockings underneath, not even any underwear of any kind. His immediate reaction was to laugh, seeing his brother's junk bouncing around as the little dragon ran but this was much more serious, this was happening in public infront of their house. "Get the fuck back inside Rues!" Leon roared so loudly his body quaked. It was too much, simply way too much. Yes the mall was there haven where they could go to feel free to express how they felt for one another but this scorched the wolf's pride. There was no way he would be seen with Rues like that, not a chance. Dismal tears began to flow down into white fur and a soft whimper arose. "But... But why?" he begged to know. Rues never really grasped the concept of 'here's the line, don't cross it' in there relationship. Leon blamed himself for that though, their entire relationship was built because they chose to cross the line. "Because for one you look like a god-damn whore Rues. I don't care that it's a skirt, I really don't. The fact that it's the only thing you have on is what pisses me off." Growled an older brother leading his sibling back inside the concealment of the house. Slamming the the door, Leon's rage was almost a visible black cloud threatening to devour the entire room. "Sit down, Rues." He said pointing to the living-room couch, struggling with a mixture of frustration and bewilderment. The dragon's stomach churned and he thought to burst out into sobs. "I'll go change, Leon, I promise, please don't change your mind." pleaded the colourless pup as the water in his eyes became so thick it blurred his sight. "Sit down RUES! For fuck sake!... just sit down, I think we need to talk." Threads in his mind snapped and the dam burst. No force on earth could stop his sorrowful weeping, the countless streams of tears pouring from his crystal eyes to the floor. As he collapsed he felt his brother's paw rest gently upon his slumped shoulders. "Rues, Tell me, why did you pick a skirt?" He wiped some of the dragon's tears away and waited for an answer. "I like to... to wear them, I thought ya... you ... like to see me wear them too. They feel... right to me..." There was the sincerity of compassion in his voice but also a faint haunting sound of something else, perhaps confession. Strong paws snuck under his brother's elbows and Leon guided Rues back up. Too ashamed to look him in the eyes, the wolf swallowed an invisible knife, now struggling with where this conversation was leading. "What do you mean when you said they feel right?" Violently he shook his head, his curled horns bashing side to side in the air, not allowing the wolf to make eye contact. For as much as he fought, Rues remained silent to in the inquiry. Fear was running rampant through his young mind though what caused it seemed to be unanswerable mystery."Rues, look at me, Dammit hold your head still and look at me!" In one last attempt to calm his brother's breakdown Leon wrapped his arms around the young dragon pulling him in tightly. His unearthly convulsing slowed. Every tiny bit of his willpower being drained away while Rues trembled, tail and horns a dangerous blur but finally he succumb and went limp; his arms to his side and face across Leon's shoulder. In the stillness of the moment he cried in harsh whisper what plagued him so terribly. "I want to be a girl Leon..." It was as if the world froze and all time came to a stand still as those words were spoken. In stillness of moment the worst seemed to happen. Familiar voices of their family emanated from just beyond the door outside. "Upstairs, NOW!" Demanded his brother with a tone like a burning coal and lead the crying sibling to the seclusion of Rues's room. Once the door clicked to a lock the wolf turned to see his 'brother' curled in a ball at headboard of his bed. "Rues... I still love you. I want you to know that. Now please, explain what you meant. I want to understand, to comfort you." His words sounded a little fake but were enough for the dragon pup to lift his head up. "I want to be a girl, I don't wanna' be a boy anymore; I never really have. I don't like... my body. It doesn't feel like my 'home' to me." Never since had a hug felt so comforting as when Leon wrapped his arms so tightly around Rues and began to cry slightly. They spent the next five minutes undisturbed, kneeling on the puffy sheets with tears streaming down their faces. Occasionally whispers of soothing nature came from Leon's now trembling lips. "It's going to be alright, Rues, I promise, somehow it's going to be alright." His fingers dug tightly into the white fur, his hot breath upon shaking pair of shoulders. When there tears had finally slowed he wiped the remainder form their eyes and place his paw tenderly at the rim of Rues's skirt. "This doesn't change how I feel for you Rues not one bit so get that idea as far out of your head as possible." explained a sentimental brother. "And I'm glad you shared this with me." "Where do we go from here?" quite an adult question for such a young teenager, it reached deeply into the wolf's heart and wrenched it violently. The truth, Leon hadn't the slightest idea so instead he searched for a convincing lie. "We can still be who we are with you being who you know you really are." Bitter taste in his false promise, Leon's mind was a flood of darkening thoughts and selfish depression. Yet in amongst that dark void, a small glinting light, true concern for his sibling. From there he drew hope and the right words. "What would you like to do today my little sister?" It had a nice ring to it and Rues took the title in pride. "I'd like to go the mall still, perhaps we could look at dresses instead?" Committed to appeasing his new found sister's troubled heart Leon nodded his head and stroked Rues's long tail. "Put on some underwear and a shirt and I'll call it a deal. We'll have to sneak past mom and dad though first. That's not going to be easy though dude." He rumpled his skirt, pressing the creases out and back in. An empathetic paw brushed his brow and trailed across his face then finally fell back to the pleated skirt. "So a girl now huh?" Looking back, Rues did always have a certain air about 'her,' even back in their early childhood. The way he swished at the hips while walking, the persistent emotional rollercoaster, and even the tone of voice. That of course was simply chalked up to being a pre-pubescent pup but now was starting to show in a different light. "Yeah, a girl, a girl who's gonna' go get dressed now." Standing up the white little pup walk really did seem a bit alien for a boy and Leon watched from the bedside. While Rues tore apart the dresser looking for a shirt the timber wolf sat in solitary stillness of the moment. His brother had just now became his sister and this was starting to put a whole new spin on their bizarre relationship. Until recently Leon had denied his strictly homosexual feelings the little dragon seemed full heartedly committed to outing his brother. And now the one who made his desires a public matter was a girl. Well more or less. At this point it was all very confusing to him. "Just pick something, jeez you really do waste time playing dress-up." "Alright, alright, I'm hurrying." retorted an irate dragon, 'her' fur still a mess from the fit earlier. "Damn, frickin' hell Rues, I swear if you ask me if something makes you look fat I'll pop you one in the lips." Motion stopped and a heavy white tail lifted from the floor. "Is that a kind of sexual pass or something?" Good hell, Leon thought and snickered. "Yeah sure, Rues that's exactly what I meant, I want to pop a load on your lips. Anyhow,since we're on the subject does this change you wanting to ride my tailhole?" An interesting question, that type of thing, not something a good little girl would do; or even could do. It also brought to light the fact that no amount of words would change the fact that, at least anatomically, Rues was a boy. "Umm, I'm sorry Rues I didn't mean to say... Look never mind, let's just get ready to go shopping." The crying fit began all over again. Just massive amounts of uncontrollable weeping coupled with the occasional deep sniffles. "Hey hey, whoa calm down." he exclaimed and rushed to his sibling's side. Rues's fit subsided quicker this time but left an ugly question behind. Sex was going to be very different now. Maybe even a complete lack of it. Could they really go back to just siblings after the countless days spent in each other's romantic embrace? "It's okay Leon, I can deal with this like I always have." Like you always have? Leon thought in sheer surprise. That would mean his sibling had always had these feelings, this desire to escape his body to that of a girl's. "It figures though doesn't it?" Rues smirked with watery eyes. "What's that?" Leon asked befuddled by the change in emotion. "I would have two inches on you and not want it." The pair burst into comforting laughter and Rues dried his eyes once more. "I Love you Rues, you know that. Come on, I buy the pinkest damn thing they have in the stock." Rues was won by his brother's frivolous promise and decided on a frilly pair of underwear. "Uh-huh, that, uh, cover's barely anything and leaves nothing to the imagination; Rues. One of your favorites?" Shooting his brother a dirty look Rues continued to clothe himself, adjusting his skirt and pulling a simple black tank-top over his head and down his chest. "Great, ready to go yet? Or do you have to play with your fur some more?" For a brother who was trying to be understanding, Leon sure could be less of a jerk Rues thought and nodded. "So how are we getting past Mom and dad?" Giving it a moment of plan, Leon formulated a plan in his head. Acting it out with finger motions he explained his plot. "Alright, I'll go downstairs and distract them distract them in the basement for... for some lame excuse about the laundry. You'll have like five seconds to get outside and into the car. Still have the spare keys?" Giving a silent yes, the little white pup prepared himself, taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling. "Leon," he said bracing to run. "Yeah?" came a short reply from the wolf. "I don't want to hide this, we have too many secrets somebody's gonna' find out sooner or later. Why can't we decided when that happens?" "Yeah, Rues, a real gem of an idea. 'Hey Mom, dad, love you both and don't get mad but I want a vagina now oh and guess what, Leon, yeah well he's been plowing me up the ass. What's for supper?' Just not going to be that easy lil' dude. Hell think of what that would do to either of our lives." Despite the cold, hurtful tone of the insult, the wolf had valid point. It's not like anyone could blame him for worrying, he had a hard time just keeping the friends he already had now. A knock on the door and they came to a standstill. "Yea... Yeah, Who is it?" The older sibling answered, half afraid that at any given moment it would open and their parents would stroll in, seeing the bizarre spectacle. From the other side of the wooden barrier came their father's voice "Your cousins Kodie and Miles are here to spend the week. Come on down and say hello." Shit! Only about the worst time for this, Leon thought glancing at his new 'sister' with a troubled look in his eyes. He mouthed something to Rues and the little dragon replied with a false sense of excitement. "Great, umm, changing, be right there." Steps left back down the long hallway and the siblings both gave a deep breath of relief. The miniskirt hit the floor and rues stormed over to his cabinet again. "Guess that the mall will have to wait," Leon said to the disappointed little pup. Sliding into a pair of jean shorts Rues frowned pathetically and agreed. "Hey I have an idea, throw your lil' slip of cloth you call a skirt into a back bag and we'll bugger off after a quick hello to the fam." His crystal clear eyes light back up and he began to hop excitedly on one paw, his goofy looking tall bouncing like a rubber-band. Like giving a pup candy, Leon thought watching the comical dancing. Rues stopped and giddily dressed in more 'socialy appropriate' clothing and they pair headed out to visit their family for a facade of a greeting; hiding the change in a nearby duffle bag. Things were slowly becoming normal again. Well maybe not normal, but at least it could all be manageable once more.

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Title: High School Sex Chapter 2 by So Lonely Tags: Adult Content, Highschool, Leopard, Love, M/F, Teen, Underage, Yiff, furry, secret High School Sex Chapter 2: My Keeper I woke up feeling sore but good. It was dark now, I sat up startled and realized that there was an arm wrapped around me. I looked down and saw that there was a girl naked sleeping next to me and that I was naked too. Then like a tidal wave that crashed into a car all the memories flooded back to me in one big crash. I gasp and must have woken Sara up because the next thing I know she sat up and gave ma a passionate kiss. Our tongues meet and swirled around each other for what felt like forever. Then she broke the kiss and smile at me. " Hey sleepy head you had a good sleep?" Sara asked. "Yeah thanks, you?" I asked in return. She just nodded. I then looked at my watch and it was already eight pm. "crap, my parents are so going to kill me!" I stood up and reached for my clothes Sara stopped me and pushed me back down." What's the big rush hun?" That was the first time that she called me that. I tried to think up a pet name for her "Sorry little kitty but my parents are going to bury me alive and dance on my grave if I don't get home right now" " Oh it's fine come to my house and you can say that you were studying for a big test and that your cell phone died before you could call them." Sara suggested. "Tat's a good idea, so what I stay at your house for the night?" I asked. "No we are going to stay right here!" she growled playfully and jumped on me. Before I could ask her what does she mean we shared another passionate kiss. We rolled over and broke the kiss. It was now my turn to take the led. I started into her eyes and I started to kiss down her cheeks and to her neck. There I gently bite here and was rewarded with an approved moan from her. Her sent was intoxicating and I took a big whiff remembering her scent forever. I continued down until I reached her breast I was surprised at how firm yet soft and warm her breast were. I started to gently massage them and got another approved moan from her. I continued to focus on her breast they were at least a C-cup. I took my index and pushed down softly on one of her now stiff nipples. She yelped out in both surprise and pleasure. I watched in amazement on how her nipple slowly raised again and I took it in my mouth. She yelled out in ecstasy, surely if anyone was here they would have noticed and called the authorities thank goodness it was night. I was now using my teeth to gently nibble at her rock hard nipples. She again yelled out and cummed on the ground. I let go of her nipples and continued downward until I reached her cunt. It was now dripping on to the ground " what a naughty girl you have been making a mess on school grounds I guess I have to now clean up" Before she could say anything I stuck my muzzle into her vagina and started to lap up her juices. They had an odd sweetness to them that for some reason made me want to get more. I was once again tongue fuck. When I got in deeper I tasted a different flavor then the one that was nearer to the lip it was a salty but familiar taste I realized that this was my cum from earlier. I was now really aroused and could not take it any longer, I pulled my muzzle back and stuck the head of my penis at her entrance and slowly slipped in. I could feel how her vaginal walls were sucking in my penis but I decided to tease her some. I wanted to make her really want it so to pulled back out and started to rub the base of my shaft against her clit she once again she moan in excitement and ecstasy. " Please stop that and stick that beautiful dick of yours inside now I need to feel your shaft bumping my wall and you cum inside me please." She almost yelled. "As you wish little kitty" I pointed my tip at her entrance again and slowly almost painfully entered her. I could feel her sucking me in again ad this time there was no barrier. I slide in with ease even though she was very tight. We stayed this way and then shared a passionate kiss swirling our tongues against one another. I started to thrust into her pulling out then pushing it back in. it started out slow and steady at first but we both knew what we wanted. I started to build some speed and she started to raise her little ass up as I came down. We were in perfect rhythm and she was now using her walls to make things even tighter to move. I pulled almost all the way out before I thrusted back into her yelped in pleasure so I tried again only this time I pulled all the way out and pushed in I was abled to get in deeper than ever before. " Oh god, don't stop doing that please harder, harder!" I was only happy to obey. My knot was now swelling and I could tell that she was near hers' too. So I picked up the pace really bumping into her cervix now. She yelled out in pleasure. I started to buck and cummed deep inside her painting her womb with my semen. We stayed this way for what seem like forever just enjoying each other presence and being connect in the most intimate way. After we had calmed down from our orgasm we shared another passionate kiss. It was now getting really late" shouldn't we be heading back to your house to rest?" I asked. "Good idea we should start and head back to my house we don't want my parents to get any wrong ideas now do we?" "Yeah they shouldn't get any wrong ideas but I have some naughty ones does that count?" we both laughed a little before we started to look for our cloths. After we got dressed I took out my phone and started to dial for my home phone. I rang twice before a anger voiced answered" where have you been do you know that your father and I have been worrying like crazy and you didn't even bother to call us until now? You better have a good explanation for this young man!" I realized that it was my mom yelling on the phone and she must have been yelling hard because Sara started to giggled." Who was that are you hanging out with your friend's and with out even asking your parents permission? What are you thinking, as long as you live under this roof your going to obey the rules!" " Sorry mom, but my phone died before I could contact you anyway I'm at my friends house because we have to do a project together so I borrowed her charger to call you." I tried to explain." Fine but I expect to see you home tomorrow" there was a click and I hung up too. I looked at Sara and we both laughed again" Wow your mom sounds like one tough keeper" Sara commented "yeah everyone in my family puts everything on me but I get the job done" I answered. We both got out of our secret spot and shared a stare we knew that this was now our spot forever to have fun in even during lunch. We started to walk home and on the way back I saw a shadow but paid no attention to it. For all I could think about was a pleasant arm that was wrapped around m waist as I continued to walk to where every this adventure was going to take me. \*\*\* Teaser: In the bushes stood in amazement as the two leopards that were now mates walked away was a tigress. She was really turned on from hearing their mating in the bushes. She knew that she could use this knowledge of underage sex to her advantage even though she was a student too. She laid on the bench, unzipped her pants, and started to stroke her now wet cunt. She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it very soon

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“Fifty-six.” He sighed, grabbing the piece of torn cloth from the side of the bed and throwing it under his desk to join the rest of the gang. Fifty-six he had gone through, and third that happened to compressor-capable. In a way, it was impressive; he was sure that just about anyone else in his position would be loving this beyond their ability to express it, but to him it was just… an annoyance. Whereas others may fall to their knees (or, well, fail to, given the circumstances) in rapturous adoration of their bodies, Jack could only see the bill at the end of the month when yet another pair of underwear had snapped from his nightly growth. It had started not even a month ago, though it certainly felt like it had been a lifetime since. Having been ‘blessed’ with a body that led most people to think twice before using a pronoun, he was no stranger to the kind of attention that would draw quite the crowd, if he only stepped over that mental barrier that kept him from showing off what his genes had given him. Used to office work, it hadn’t been until one unfortunately drink-heavy night out with his friends that the bun would wake up to pictures and videos of himself pushing the dancer off the stage and taking the pole all for himself. And, despite the fact that he was dressed in a horribly tacky novelty shirt (which quickly ended up discarded to the side anyway), he had to admit it: he looked good.​ Good enough to bring a blush to his face every time this was brought up, but not one of embarrassment. Far from it. The night after the ‘incident’, as he insisted on calling it, Jack made his way back to the club and politely asked to see the manager, wanting to apologize for the scene he had made while under the influence of far too many an intoxicant. To his surprise, he found the canid unwilling to take this apology, instead extending an offer of his own: a permanent spot on the stage, if he so wanted! To call his blushing luminescent would’ve been a disservice; the stark white of his fur contrasted wildly with how bright his cheeks were flushed, the bun excusing himself too quickly for the club owner to give him his contact number. The next few days were… special. Sure, he had to endure the mocking and ridicule of his colleagues at work, the jabbing and prodding that was inevitable after deciding to make a stripper of himself in a drunken haze; but it didn’t feel quite as bad as he felt it should. The awkwardness and embarrassment were a given, but he was reasonably certain he should also feel like it wasn’t something he wanted to do again. And yet… More and more he’d return to the video, posted on some of his friend’s feeds. More and more he’d watch and rewatch it, entranced by how… natural he looked up on the stage. A few times by the end, he’d feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight, and not just around the hips like they usually did; the bun would turn his phone off quickly after that, cursing his own libido. Battling his urges became a daily struggle, the club owner’s offer perpetually stuck in the back of his head, nagging at him to take it up, to unleash what he never knew had been inside of him all this time. But he knew better. Or at least, what he thought was better. By the time he found himself staring at his wardrobe, looking at the impossibly skimpy set of shorts and tight shirt he had somehow bought for himself without even realizing it, he knew he couldn’t resist it anymore. Just one dance. Just one. It couldn’t hurt, could it? With the moonlit sky above him, Jack scurried back to the club, only to find it as packed as it was the night he’d made a scene in his drunken stupor. Kicking himself for not having kept any evidence of the owner’s offer, he’s forced to wait in line, a couple of the people there recognizing him from that fateful night a couple of weeks prior; much as he tried to hide his face, the rather large, floppy ears he sported made him an easy target to spot, and he’d soon have a small group of admirers complimenting him on his… well, not necessarily grace, but ​enthusiasm.​ It was enough to make the poor bun bright red all over again, quite glad that he wouldn’t have to think about it after the bouncer let him through. Ignoring the announcer calling out some hyper-sexualized made-up name for the next dancer on the roster, as well as the loud music he didn’t remember to be so obnoxious, Jack would once again ask to see the manager, happily escorted to his office by the same large bull that had led him there before. The owner, for his part, was overjoyed to see Jack once again, shaking his hand fervently and telling him he’d make the right choice. “I’m tellin’ ya, lad, you’re gonna love this place! Give it a couple runs and then come back, know what I mean? No strings attached!” ​he’d quickly rattle off in an out-of-place accent, pushing Jack out the door by his side. “I-I know I shouldn’t be so b-blunt, b-” “Pay’s handed out after the club closes,” ​the canine interjected, waving his free hand dismissively as he led Jack through to the dressing room,​ “standard’s two-fifty for the night, plus whatever you can stuff on and in ya, ha!” Two hundred and fifty! Goodness, he hadn’t been expecting half of that; certainly made considering this option seem less and less like a mistake by the moment, even after being thrown into a group of incredibly buff-looking males that constituted the club’s main source of income. “Bit of a one-trick pony, as you can see,” ​the owner carried on, finally letting go of the rabbit’s increasingly-trembling body,​ “back when I opened this place, this is all people wanted: big, buff, burly and swingin’ around a dick longer than their arms. ‘Course, that last one hasn’t changed one bit” - ​the entire assembly of dancers nodded in agreement, a couple of them chuckling at the quip​ - “but ever since our customer base got a bit more uh… what’s the polite word, lads?” “Cosmopolitan?” ​proposed a large crow. “Urbanite?” ​came a striped tiger. “Hipster!” ​shouted another canid! “Eeeh, let’s go with ​modern​, shall we?” ​the club owner finally concluded,​ “Modern, so, we’ve been looking for opportunities to expand our business model! Include something more than the kind o’ crap you’d see in 70s porn flicks, something for folks of more… ​refined​ tastes. Which reminds me!” The dog reached into his pocket, drawing a wallet and producing two fifties, which he handed over to the bun before he could reject them. “Left over from when you got shitfaced and left without sayin’ a thing. Meant for you, so ​keep ‘em​, I ain’t takin’ ‘em back. Business here is quite simple, uh… what’s your name again?” “J-Jack, sir,” ​the bun nervously mumbled. “We are ​not​ calling him Jackrabbit, boss,” ​one of the dancers immediately grunted, cutting off what was clearly about to be a horrible name suggestion from the part of their employer, who grunted in disapproval before turning back to the bun. “Well, ​Jack​, we’ll find something for ya. Point bein’, I’m tryin’ to see if the folks out there will respond to someone of your particular… body type. Been gettin’ a few requests from some eager regulars in need o’ somethin’ fresh, so who knows, maybe we’ll hit a gold vein here! If not, yer free to go with whatever cash you can get, like I said, ​no strings attached.​ Ya got that, lad?” - ​Jack nodded nervously​ - “Good! Brad! BRAD!​ Suit him up!” The next few minutes went by in a daze as the bun found himself carried away by a rather bored-looking ocelot, who proceeded to shove him into a smaller room and drag a large rack full of outfits that Jack assumed he was meant to try on. However, when making a move forward, he found his hand bapped away by this ‘Brad’ fellow, who gestured for him to sit down while he picked the right one himself. Much to Jack’s consternation, he’d end up saddled with what amounted to a pair of leg and arm warmers, the former of which perfectly accentuated the curvaceous hips he sported, as well as an absurdly tacky fishnet shirt that hugged his flat, featureless chest far too much for him to be comfortable with. Or, at least, that’s what he thought. When Brad tugged on his shoulders and brought him to a standing position right in front of a mirror, the image that Jack saw reflected suddenly provided a rush of confidence that he had never experienced before in his life. For about five seconds. Then he asked for the strongest drink the bar served, to which he was told to sit down and wait. A minute later, he had an extra-sized glass of what he was told was whiskey shoved into his hands; it quickly ended up in his stomach in a single swig, after which the bun shot up to his feet again and proudly declared he was ready. If the prep time had been a daze, what happened afterwards was a blur; Jack had always been a lightweight, courtesy of how, well, l​ ight​ he was, and the liquid courage he’d just chugged down prevented any kind of reason from penetrating the wall of nonsensical thoughts churning around in his head. He distinctly remembered the announcer calling out a name that ended in “buns”, his back being hit by a pair of hands, and the stage lights blaring in his sensitive eyes. There had been no reaction upon his entry… but the crowd erupted into whistling and catcalling the moment his hands touched the pole and instinct took over. Somewhere in the corner of his eye, and in the back of his head, he could swear he saw familiar faces, but that no longer mattered; he was basking in the adulation of the crowd, and loving every second of it, right up until he blacked out completely and woke up some time later drinking what had to be the shittest-tasting coffee he’d ever had in his life. Woke him right up, though! “-standing work, truly outstanding!” ​the bun heard someone say, quickly identified as the club owner giving him an uncomfortably tight hug,​ “I haven’t seen someone take to this so naturally ever since Bill left for Studs’N’Suds last year!” “Did I d-do well?” ​Jack slurred, getting a set of complementary pats on the back from far too many people. “Do well? Look at yourself, lad!” The club owner had pointed down, with Jack’s eyes following his hands to a pair of leg warmers that seemed to be conspicuously filled with a lot of notes. A l​ ot​ of notes. Enough that whatever drunkenness he might’ve still had was completely ripped from him as he greedily counted away the seven hundred and twenty six dollars he’d managed to acquire from the customers alone. How the ​hell​ did ​that​ happen?! A flurry of congratulations followed, with the club owner outright begging him to come back the night after, something Jack was more than happy to agree to; he was certain he’d end up on his friends’ feed again, but after that night, he wasn’t so sure he even wanted to come into work the day after. He figured he’d feel ashamed of himself after all this… but it was quite the opposite reaction he was experiencing. He wanted more​. He hadn’t felt this self-assured in years, a sensation he was unwilling to let go of after the monotony of office work he’d been forced to endure for three years. It was time for a change. “Listen, just between you and me?” ​the owner would whisper to him, handing the promised two-fifty after Jack put his regular clothes back on,​ “You’re good. ​Very​ good. But you’re lackin’ some… oomphf. Ya know” - ​he pointed downwards, Jack’s eyes following once again to find the canid pointing at his disappointingly small package​ “much as the crowd loved ya, they’d love ya more with a lil’ somethin’ extra, if you get what I mean~” The last words that Jack heard before he had a nondescript pill bottle placed in his hands, along with a small note. Heading out via the service entrance, the bun’s curiosity got the better of him as he unfurled the note: “GRADE-5 ENHANCERS. TAKE ONE BEFORE SLEEP, LUNCH AND DINNER. DO NOT TAKE WITH ALCOHOL” Well, that was just nifty, he didn’t really drink outside of nights out anyway. Wait, why was t​ hat​ his concern? Goodness, there comes the blush again. Finding his way home, the bun throws himself onto his bed, producing his phone from a pocket and checking on any updates he may have missed. Sure enough, he was there: the familiar faces he thought he’d seen belonged to the same people that brought him to the club in the first place, the entire comment section being a mixture of disbelief and frankly flattering reactions to his (dancing) form and body. He smiled, finally knowing a sense of achievement that had been denied from him for far too long. The pill bottle was rattling heavily in his hand, and it wouldn’t take more than a single moment for any doubt to vanish. Cap goes off, pill goes in, cap goes back on. Soon, he’s fast asleep. The morning comes less easily than it should’ve, probably a result of the ‘whiskey’ he’d downed the night prior. Already knowing he was late for work without even checking the clock, Jack turns around in bed, only to find it squeaking quite a bit more than expected. Did he leave a window open as well? There was quite a draft. It was only when he looked down that the bun, stifling a gasp of shock, horror and carnal excitement, saw what the “enhancers” had done for him. His underwear lay torn in two pieces, each half itself ripped in multiple spots, as the singular pill had done more for him than puberty had bothered to: not only were his already-prodigious hips flared out even more, quite a bit more meat to his thighs as well, but his below-average package had received quite the upgrade to boot! He was certain that nothing he owned would fit him in his current state, what with the damned thing being a good 9’’ in what appeared to be a flaccid state, the orange-sized fuzzy orbs underneath looking like they were stuffed to bursting… and feeling like it as well. A wave of lust crashes over the bun, whose hands fly to this new member of his, frantically pleasuring himself at the sight, feel, touch, smell. It was maddening, in a way, the precum alone staining the sheets and pooling off the side of the bed onto the carpet, and the sweet release was such an indescribable rush that he couldn’t even be bothered by the fact that he’d just left a room-length streak of cum all the way up to the ceiling in front of him. Collapsing onto his back, absentmindedly caressing his twitching member as it released a few extra spurts, he drifted back into a light sleep, only to wake up just in time to take another pill before grabbing something to eat… and a mop to clean his room with. But what happened afterwards would be best left for another recollection session. Back in the present day, Jack sighed once again as he remembered this, finally deciding to get out of his brand new, reinforced bed. Morning wood had left his cock scraping the ceiling, dripping enough precum onto him that he knew he’d have to take a bath before anything else; at least it made for good lubricant, preventing any rash from scraping against the confines of his room. With a mighty churning, the bun manages to drag his couch-sized cumtanks off to the side, the stuffed orbs crashing onto the ground and sending both shivers down Jack’s spine, and a few more gallons of his fluids out from his tip. He’d have to call work for a new set of compressor shorts; he was completely immobile like this, and would soon flood his room again. At least the orgasms he brought himself to on a daily basis more than made up for it. It was great having them be so mind-shattering that he literally blanked for hours, only to come to in a room with a fresh coat of white ‘paint’. Grabbing the phone and calling for the club, he inspects the pill bottle next to it. Still half-full.

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Title: House of Cthulhu Tags: dark, gothic, lovecraft, underworld, ghoul, estonia, estonian, whipping, assassin, secret \~First Night\~ The Woman on the Roof The considerable height above ground, combined with the first harbingers of autumn storms, made this rooftop not a nice place to be. The woman in black pulled her heavy leather coat tighter around her body, shielding herself from coldness, wind and night. She leant forwards again to get a clear view through the telescopic sight of her precision rifle, with her body and weapon still in the relative protection of the weathered cistern wall. Thanks to the additionally fitted night vision device, she was able to witness the action taking place inside the candle-lit luxury flat across several streets. Its resident had not bothered to inhibit the view through the continuous window front by anything else than switching the lights off. *Welcome to the 21**^st* *century, fucker...!* There was a special reason as to why Sibyl was freezing her fine derrière off on the rooftop of this old Neo-Gothic building. It was the only one in the nearer area with a roof lying higher than the flat no 1103 of the Jägala Tower. Well, that explained the *place*. The *reason* was standing yonder, behind four centimetres of heat insulating, sound absorbing glass. During a questioning of a member of a feuding House (the kind of questioning Sibyl did not want to have knowledge about and had no taste for) it was revealed that one C. Howard Suydam was about to hit town to perform an exceptionally vile act against nature. *Howard Suydam. Like the one in 1103. World is small.* Suydam, a foreign person probably washed ashore from the brackish waters of New England, had rented the two times fifty square metres maisonette one month ago. And tonight, he was not alone. Like Sibyl, the girl was in her early twenties and of lithesome physique. Unlike Sibyl, she was completely nude. Well, she had been completely nude; that had been before Suydam shoved some kind of S&M gag into her mouth, secured it in the nape of her neck and under her chin and laced her fair-haired head tightly into a leather hood. Much to Sibyl's deprecation and disgust, the girl neither objected nor showed any other form of reluctance. *If someone were trying all that bondage stuff out on me, I would so not keep still!* Suydam, naked from the waist up, stood in front of his victim-to-be, using white rope to bind her hands in an elaborated way. Loops around the wrists, loops between them, checking the tension, then more looping, creating a classic cinch. Sibyl groaned disdainfully. The last thing she had been spending the last four hours on top of this building for was playing voyeur on bizarre sexual practices. She leant back from the scope and studied the city's brooding art déco skyline. Neither Tallinn nor Tartu offered this particular architecture. This city had often been described as the Paris of the Baltic states -- by people who never had been to Paris. Reluctantly she turned her attention back to her target. Her mind added details the lenses on her DSR 1 rifle could not deliver. How the candles along the back wall, perhaps beeswax, perhaps just paraffin, filled the somewhat cool air with faint flavours, while their flickering only were underlining the absence of any other light. Perhaps he had turned up the volume on his Yamaha hi-fi system. A little bit louder than normal, but not to a level his neighbours would complain. Just loud enough to drown out the screams of a gagged woman. Something tasteful, *"Kind of Blue"* mayhap. Sibyl was aching to take that pervert out then and there, but restrained herself, would wait until the girl was properly secured. After half an autumn night on a house roof, Sibyl did not have the patience to deal with a hysteric lass who had experienced her sort-of lover's head exploding. Better have her in a position where she couldn't cut a caper. Said position turned out to be a rigid semi-suspension, with the girl's expertly bound hands winched up towards the upper floor's gallery, bearing most of her weight. Only the very tip-toes were still reaching the expensive carpet, making her prance en pointe. Suydam stepped aside, admiring his work, then turned to the window front. For some seconds his face and balding head lost their contrast in the image intensifier as he lit a hand-rolled cigarette. Sibyl somehow doubted that it was tobacco smoke he inhaled. For long moments he just stood motionless, letting his mind react to the drug. The angle was bad, the girl could be hit. Sibyl waited. Finally, Howard Suydam stepped back into the middle of his living room. He seated himself in the lotus position in front of the girl who was by now trembling in discomfort. Yet Suydam seemed to have lost any carnal interest in the helpless body before him. Between drags on his spliff, the man recited arcane phrases (Sibyl didn't need to hear that -- she knew whither things were heading). As the more perceptive of hypothetic spectators had realised by now, C. Howard Suydam was no run-of-the-mill fornicator. That fair girl dangling so tantalisingly on her rope was supposed to be sacrificed to an unspeakable entity. *We cannot have that, can we?* Most people had a wrong picture of this avocation: There were no blokes in black cowls chanting "Hail Satanas" around an upside-down pentagram painted on the ground. Things were a little more... *serious*. Sensing things starting to get serious indeed, Sibyl readied herself, taking aim through the scope. Three hundred and fifty metres -- even with the weaker sub-sonic ammunition and considerable wind speed no problem. On the white carpet, Suydam started to tense up as his mind reached out beyond the protective hull of what humankind misconstrued as reality, bending time and distance to its master's will. On the roof, the dark-haired woman leaned into the butt of her rifle. Sibyl exhaled halfway, then held her breath. Her index finger moved from the frame and found the trigger. Pulled. When the recoil punished her shoulder, the *Lapua* projectile already had travelled across the street canyons, stricken through the soundproof window glass, ripped through Suydam's head and buried itself into a large ferroconcrete pillar. Sibyl flipped the lens covers shut. \~ Maisonette She had hidden the DSR 1 under her long coat ("*my shotgun cloak"*), with scope, night vision device and tactical suppressor stowed away in an inconspicuous shoulder bag. Standing in front of the maisonette's door now, she strapped her rifle onto her back for more mobility. The bag she leant against the corridor wall. The door was closed and most likely locked from the inside, but Sibyl had been fitted with a secretly achieved spare key the day before. She drew her sidearm, hesitated for a moment, then unlocked and opened the door. Only after ascertaining that indeed no one else was there, Sibyl holstered her pistol and turned her attention to the girl on the rope. The desperate noises from under the hood and behind the gag might be resulting from her cramping feet and calves, from the burning in her shoulders. Or they could have been caused by the long silence after a bundle of muffled sounds. Sounds of different materials being destroyed. The sensation of something hot and wet hitting her outstretched body. Sibyl released the tension on the rope, and the girl fell to her knees, then tilted onto her side. Quickly the woman in black loosened the bonds and rubbed the blood back into the girl's hands. The blonde tried to clasp her saviour, but Sibyl kept her wrists seized. Being this close, she could see even in the dark how severe the hood was. Its only openings, except the one for the neck, were nose holes. It had been tightened by means of the laces in the back until the captive's face was moulded into the leather as a featureless mask. Even the straps of her cruel gag were pressing through the material. "I know, I know; you just want this nightmare to be over." In a sudden move, she twisted the girl's right arm behind her back and slipped a set of handcuffs from under her coat. *Well, what a shit of a day, honey...* \~ With the girl secured again, her betrayer turned to Suydam. She already had verified his death -- the whole right front of his head was missing -- and was in no mood to come too close to his cadaver. Instead, Sibyl reached across and picked the still smouldering joint up. She dragged on it and held the smoke in her mouth, careful not to inhale. Her sole experience with marijuana dated back when she had been in puberty. One lungful, and she had vomited all over Kristjan's lap. Kristjan had been the cutest boy at school. And Kristjan had not looked at her at all afterwards. *Gone. All gone.* The girl had not stopped writhing, but Sibyl grabbed the hood's lacing to hold her head steady. Carefully, almost gently, she blew the smoke into the girl's nostrils. "Shh, shh!" she solaced. Sibyl had given her the intoxicating breath slowly enough not to cause coughing. The girl indeed calmed down somewhat, and she also showed no tokens of imminent regurgitation. Leaving her cowering on the carpet, Sibyl hunkered before the large pillar to the right. She pulled a blade from the leg of her right boot. It was long and narrow, almost a little bayonet. With it she poked in the crater torn by the *Lapua* until the deformed projectile dropped into her hand. She squeezed the piece of metal into the tight pocket of her leather trousers, to its corresponding cartridge. Next she examined the glass front looking to the east. One of the room-high panes showed the telltale cobwebs of cracks, but was still held together by some kind of film between the glass layers. Sibyl ran her gloved hand over the hole in breast height. One might ask why she had killed Suydam from the distance, only to enter his place nevertheless. The answer was as simple as disturbing: The mind of a medium such powerful was never fully connected to this world anymore. He would have sensed her presence in some monstrous way. Even without being a medium, Sibyl was eventually the one who sensed a presence behind her, and her system reacted with the unintentional, yet familiar feeling of disgust. She did not turn around, sparing herself the sight. "What are your biddings, mistress...?" The voice was like soil from a shallow grave; a humid, guttural squeal no human being was capable of. "Take the girl away and clean this mess up." "As ye wish, mistress." In the window's broken surface Sibyl watched the shadowy reflexions of two ghouls seizing the hooded female. The girl, stiff with dread at first, shrieked under their chill touch. The lead ghoul, still standing behind Sibyl with the rest of its brigade, spoke again. Primal greed was drowning its *un*-voice. "And yon corpse, mistress?" it asked in an obscene intonation. Sibyl felt her bile rising. "It shall not be found." "Aye, mistress." The woman in black had a sickeningly clear idea of how this task would be approached. The misshapen creatures would feed on the lych. Sibyl left Howard Suydam's maisonette with the sound of the first bones being crushed and their marrow sucked out. She took the lift. Her myrmidons were galumphing down the stairways right now, as discretely as it was possible for semi-braindead tomb-dwellers. They would, unseen by the night-blind residents of this city, drag their burden through catacombs and sewers and air raid shelters -- right into the forecourt of Hell itself. \~ In a Dark Place Monolithic in its non-geological meaning might be an adequate term to describe this kind of architecture. The bank building Vilms & Järvi had not been used by a financial institution for decades, and still it ruled the central boulevard with its dark splendour. An obscure stronghold in line with the Museum of Fine Arts, the opera and the older library of the *Polütehnikum*. The founder member's names *("Croesus & Mammon")* were still emblazoned high above the impressive front doors, but a brass plate at the centre column informed that this building now gave shelter to the *Anthropological Society of Estonia*. Sibyl had used a side entrance, yet she headed to the monumental counter hall. In the insufficient lighting she could barely make out the domed ceiling. The counters, each of them a marmoreal behemoth with own flight of stairs, were placed at the far wall, opposite to the main doors. The farthest left one was illuminated. Sibyl crossed the hall, towards counter No. I, trying to ignore the smirking man sitting behind it as long as possible. "Who might that be? Workin' late, princess?" Sibyl managed a polite smile. *It's his hair. Curled reddish hair seems to make me aggressive.* But it was more likely her aversion for the well-fed man resulted from his inexhaustible pool of cheap chat-up lines. They could just as well serve as his trademark as his huge stainless steel thermos flask, which was constantly keeping him on a healthy caffeine level. She produced the rifle from under her coat and laid it on the counter, together with the shoulder bag. He reached for them. Sibyl drew her HK sidearm and placed it onto the polished surface as well: a USP Match, the consecrated weapon of a *Nightbringer*. The blued slide's left side, where usually manufacturer, model designation and calibre were engraved, showed some kind of ancient cuneiform. Sibyl was capable of reading it -- pronouncing it was a horse of a different colour. *Cthulhu fhtagn* Behind his casemate, the armourer droned while ticking lines in his large general ledger off. "One DSR, three rounds, cartridge and bullet of a forth." "Suppressor, scope and night vision for aforesaid." "One *9mm*; two magazines á eighteen rounds, one single round, previously chambered." Sibyl had chosen the Parabellum rather than the .40 S&W or the .45. In hands as slender as hers and a weapon this well-balanced, the less on recoil did wonders to precision. Furthermore, the 9mm-calibre offered the best adjustment between penetration depth, magazine capacity and the size of the permanent wound cavity being created. With her disarming completed, she turned towards the guarded door leading to the erstwhile office wing. "Oi!" the armourer barked, "your penknife, too!" *I'll show you "Oi", fatso!* Stroppy, she stomped against the counter. Keeping her foot pressed against the stone, she pulled her blade from its sheath inside the boot and skittered it across the marble. Not willing to give him the opportunity for some smug remark, she rushed to the door. \~ Deep below the marmoreal hall, the revolting sounds came closer. In the high octagonal chamber, the two *Askirtay* -- Guardians of the House -- levelled their cocked sub-machine guns. Behind them, the portcullis had been lowered and locked to protect the entrance to the bank's foundation. The men did not expect any problems, but one never knows. In front of them, the half-round maw of the tunnel intensified the atonal grunts. The tunnel owned no separate walls and ceiling, it was just a continuous bricked arch, creating its very own kind of weird echo. The darkness started to move, seemed to waver, then gave way to two abominations. Running in a ducked, hobbled fashion, they had carried the struggling girl all the way from the Jägala Tower. The ghouls stopped in the octagon's centre, her hostage was dropped to the flagstones not too gently. The tainted creatures remained beside her, heavily panting, unwilling or unable to articulate themselves. From the stair in front of the entrance, one Askirtay took a bucket. It was the bucket he had brought; he, and not his comrade, for they had flipped a coin about it, and he had lost. The man was holding his breath against the sweetish smell as he threw chunks of abattoir waste to the ghouls. The esurient creatures pounced on to their reward, starting to feed on it immediately (ghouls appeared to have a taste for week-old animal by-products). The portcullis moved up with a rattling noise. The guardians left, one leading the distressed girl with a harsh grip (they would have to clean her up some -- ghoul shortcuts were a little bit on the dirty side), the other lugging the still half-full bucket. Behind them, the entrance was closed again. \~ Her watch showed two of the clock. Sibyl threw a discrete glance at it while waiting in Grau's office. Originally, it had been the office of the bank director (*"Vilms or Järvi?"*), and it was huge. Between the lounge suite they were sitting in and the oak desk were ten metres of nothing but parquet. Well, there *would* have been nothing but parquet if the whole room weren't stuffed with books and obscure relicts testifying Grau's obsessive search for forbidden knowledge. "Suydam is believed to have seen the Court of Azathoth," the ostensibly middle-aged man with the strangely youthful eyes continued their conversation. "He must have been far beyond the business of mere worshipping the Elder Gods or anyone else." "Then what was he up to? They shipped his arse all the way over from Boston." Albert Grau took a draught of his tea (Sibyl had politely declined). "We will know once these ghouls have arrived with his stuff." "Foul creatures they are," she mumbled. "But useful." "Wait until they form a union..." Even without further details on this matter Sibyl dared say that this night had seen a victory of her House. Not that she was overly proud of herself. Not in the light of what would happen later on. Yet it had been imperative to prevent the Followers of the Elder Gods to perform their occult ritual. This world might be but a secondary theatre of war, an aggregation of rock and iron orbiting a mean sun. Insignificant and inconsiderable -- if not for one aspect: the depths of this tiny planet's ocean enwombed the lair of Cthulhu, First of the Great Old Ones. And just like the Great Old Ones had warred the Elders, just like the Outer Gods had warred them, their human votaries battled and campaigned. Nyarlathotep, Shub-Niggurath, Yog-Sothoth -- entities so strange that the very idea of their existence would appear lunatic. Outer Gods, dark deities hiding within the shadows of time and space. The five remaining Houses worshipping the Outer Gods and the Great Old Ones stood against the High Houses of the Elder Gods in bitter enmity. It was a secret war, fought in silence, where a single bullet could cause more harm than an entire regiment. Like tonight, when it sabotaged weeks, mayhap months of planning by the adversary. And as a welcome side effect, it would assure the position of Sibyl's kin, for the Houses were also struggling for ascendancy among themselves. For long times, the House of Azathoth had claimed leadership, deifying the highest of the Outer Gods -- the personification of radioactivity, a raging nightmare within the souls of its disciples. Yet more and more the House of the Great Cthulhu with its squadron of elite Askirtay -- the Nightbringers -- was reaching for predominance. "The ritual you have described: a powerful medium alone with the sacrificial offering..." Grau looked over to one of the many book shelves. As he noticed that Sibyl became uncomfortable by his silence, he continued: "Was he sitting close enough to touch her?" "No. There were at least one and a half metres between them." The grey-haired man nodded absentmindedly. *He is remembering something.* Sibyl reckoned that Grau had seen more in his life than an average man could even dream of. Not that the length of his life was fully comparable to that of an average man. Often she had admired the sepia toned pictures on the wall behind his desk. Especially the one above the globe. It showed Grau as a young man with several others, posing in some sort of base camp amidst the antarctic ice. All of them were wearing thick parkas made of seal fur. Vintage tents and all kinds of equipment were visible, including a massive, partly assembled aeroplane. The photograph was not dated, but Sibyl once had bothered to thumb through the *Torval Aircraft Almanac*. The plane in the background was a Dornier Do-J *Großhöhenflugzeug*, circa 1930. Grau put the empty tea cup back on the table. "We should get into gears, our guest will be arriving any minute." He rose, and so did Sibyl. She took her coat from the chair she had tossed it over together with the empty shoulder holster. "No, leave it, my dear. It would be a bit out of place. Besides, there is no reason our guest shouldn't see who you are." Sibyl was dressed in a *Vestis*, the classic upper garment for a female Nightbringer ("*we stick to tradition in that point*"). It was a high-collared, tight-fitting kid leather waistcoat with lacings at its sides. The rather soft material granted protection against light cut and thrust weapons without hampering her mobility. Underneath she was wearing her trusty long sleeved thermo shirt, which had done a good job on the rooftop earlier this night. A knock on the door. "Come in!" A servant girl appeared in the door. "*Härra* *Doktor*, Countess Sawatzki has arrived." \~ The counter hall lay as dark and gloomy as before, but was now showing activities at the main entrance. One of the high double doors had been opened, and a small number of staff was bustling about. Crossing the hall at Grau's side, Sibyl saw a convoy of three cars outside. It was the one in the middle that caught her attention, an exaggerated Jaguar sports car. A servant was just squeezing himself behind the wheel to drive it into the bank's basement garage (originally meant for armoured cars). The black Jag's owner, however, was led into the hall. In the artificial twilight Sibyl made out the form of a tall female in expensive, fitted coat and skirt. *I wonder how she had managed to get out of that car in a halfway ladylike fashion.* "Doktor Grau...!" The woman smiled and strode towards them, her long red hear waving, the high heels of her D'Orsays staccatoing on the marble. She raised her tightly gloved hand, and Grau greeted her by kissing it. Being unsure of how to behave, Sibyl stayed aside whilst host and guest were exchanging phrases. She was surprised of the woman's age: The Countess was young, maybe even younger than herself. Sibyl had expected some old witch. *Well, we got us a young witch...* "Countess Sawatzki, may I introduce our -- I daresay -- fledgling to you: Sibyl." "Then this must be your youngster Nightbringer!" Sawatzki gazed at Sibyl with brilliant eyes, actually speaking with her dark, rich voice to her, not to Grau. "The one whom we owe the pleasing events of the last hours." Sibyl briefly indicated a curtsey: "Countess." *How farcical is that?! We might have been in the same kindergarten group!* "A room is ready for you, Countess. You might want to rest before we begin." "Oh no, my dear Doktor! You have suffered enough from my requirements. Am I correct that our lady Nightbringer will attend us?" "Indeed. This is now part of her duties." *That last line was meant for me.* On several occasions Sibyl had tried to talk herself out of this particular duty. But Grau's decision was unmoveable ("*we stick to tradition in that point, too*"). Tonight she was to witness the immolation for the first time. And her uneasiness about it was not exactly lessened by meeting the person who would be in charge. Albert Grau, all gentleman, lent the Countess a helping hand on the long, descending flight of stairs. Slightly lacking enthusiasm, Sibyl walked behind them down into the foundation of Vilms & Järvi. \~ The High Priestess Two persons were already present in the dim vault when Sawatzki, Sibyl and the Doktor entered through the massive round door. The first was one of Sawatzki's personal guards whom introducing to Sibyl no one bothered. He had obviously prepared the room for the things to come. The second was Balogh László, a Nightbringer (as a Hungarian, his surname came first, so he was *härra Balogh*). He greeted the Countess in a respectful, yet swift manner. To Sibyl he said nothing, but pressed her shoulder encouragingly. With Sibyl and László, all Nightbringers currently in town were attending. It should be pointed out here that the House of Cthulhu was not limited to the very building of Vilms & Järvi, nor to this looming city. Countess Sawatzki, for example, had just travelled over two hundred kilometres and had never left the realm of the Great One doing so. On the redhead's signal the group formed a loose half-circle, backs to the walls. Sibyl had manoeuvred herself next to the rawboned Hungarian for some moral support. Sawatzki stripped her short coat off, revealing an elaborated corset-like top with red embroidery, not unlike the carvings on Sibyl's Vestis (except for the colour, of course). Her nameless guard took the coat to a corner and placed it neatly onto the sole furniture in the room. From this table he returned with a small brass bowl in his hands. Thin, strong-smelling smoke rose from the receptacle -- somewhat was mouldering in it like in a little brazier. The Countess leaned over and inhaled deeply, even fanning the fumes with her hand. Soon the vault was filled up with the distinctive aroma of burning herbals, and it took only some moments for Sibyl to feel dizzy. Luckily the guard took the bowl away, but Sibyl's relieve was short-lived: Two Askirtay in ceremonial armour entered, with the nude girl from the maisonette between them. Her terrible hood had been removed, but no one had worried to free her from the gag. Like most people, Sibyl had never really reflected on how tormenting a solid gag could be. Staring at the black sphere shining from saliva ("*I thought these things were always red*"), she realised that the poor girl had been strictly gagged for more than three hours. *Her jaws must be ablaze!* Beyond that, the straps holding the large rubber ball behind her teeth had cut deeply into the lips, pulling them back and distorting her once pretty face. Needless to say that the miserable girl was still in handcuffs. Sawatzki, who had walked the half circle, brought her mouth close to Sibyl's ear. "Do you like what you see?" "Don't let my outfit misguide you, Countess. I'm far too vanilla for this." The dark voice chuckled, then was gone. As the naked girl was dragged to the centre, she searched for any hints of pity in the attenders' faces. When she looked at Sibyl, the young Nightbringer lowered her eyes. The Countess beckoned the Askirtay to retreat, and the girl made a weak run for it. But Sawatzki only had to seize the ring piercing her victim's left nipple to force her onto her knees. *Why does that silly goose carry hoops through her tits anyway?* In her salad days Sibyl once had set forth to have her belly button pierced, but after seeing the needle she had decided her navel to be sexy enough. With divaesque attitude Sawatzki began to recite an ancient incantation. On precisely defined points she paused to have the participants answer in equally arcane phrases. Sibyl murmured half-heartedly along with them. One last time the Countess called upon the Old One, then fell silent. Sibyl shuffled her feet nervously beside László. Sawatzki grabbed the betrayed girl's head with both hands, her own face suddenly of a blank expression. Although never witnessing it before, Sibyl knew the theory: This was nothing else than a hardcore version of the *"Beholding"*, the initiative ordeal, in which the novice gained a glimpse of the true, horrid nature of the universe. There it would be just enough to turn believing into knowing, whereas the pitiful girl to the Countess' feet was to be given a deeper insight. Still only a grain of sand, yet enough to annihilate her unprepared mind. The corners of Sawatzki's mouth began to twitch. Her lids flew open and revealed eyes rolled back into their sockets until only white was visible. Her victim gave a muffled screech, then trembled under an invisible attack on her sanity. The doomed human being renewed her outcry, then bit into the gag. Her teeth sank deep into rubber material, jaw muscles trembling and protruding. Her whole body began to shudder in spasms, as if she were having an epileptic seizure. Blood appeared first from her nose and then from her ear canals. Was so far morbid fascination part of her emotions, Sibyl was now fighting the acrid taste that rose into her pharynx. Before her, the girl's face was disfigured into a mask of utter dread, a soundless scream escaped her throat, then her skin became waxen, and her eyes finally gazed over. Sibyl turned away and regurgitated behind László. \~ One could ask why the Greats should acknowledge the offering of a single sacrifice, for they had used to feast on whole words. All these entities, the Great Old Ones as well as the Outer Gods and the Elder Gods, were sleeping since ages in the darkest corners of the cosmos, dreaming of their bygone power. Nevertheless, worshipping them secured their immanent presence and furthermore gained substantial benefits. A strong stomach, though, was none of these. Sibyl kept her gaze averted when the Askirtay removed the lifeless body. In the vault's centre the Countess, now with a complexion pale even for a redhead, struggled to overcome her disorientation and mental distress. After all, she had experienced the very same vision as her victim. She sipped from the glass her personal guard passed. It appeared to be water, but restored her condition surprisingly quickly. Since the Countess made no attempt, Grau rose to speak: "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." "Cthulhu fhtagn!" the attenders answered him. The immolation was over. Needless to say that Sibyl was the first one who left the strongroom. However, after some steps she felt lightheaded again and had to lean against the impressive vault door. When Sawatzki strode passed her, the Countess' gloved hand caressed Sibyl's collarbone in an incidentally, almost unwittingly manner. As swift as this touch was, it caused a cold fire to run down the Nightbringer's spine. \~ Loyal to the House Balogh László considered the old counting room his own. Here he used to brief his fellow Nightbringers, and here he stowed his equipment. Everything except of his weapons, for they lay in the armoury -- House policy. Only Askirtay on watch were allowed to bear arms within the building. After the ceremony one of them had informed him about the delivery, and the gaunt Hungarian had sent for Sibyl. When the black-haired girl entered, he was already scrabbling about in Suydam's personal belongings, expelling blue fume. Sibyl reckoned that the greatest benefit László gained from following the Great Olds was risklessly smoking two packs a day. At least he was sensible enough to put his cigarette out when she arrived. "Good morning, gorgeous," the tall, middle-aged man greeted. "Morning." Sibyl still looked somewhat off-colour, and the menthol flavour was evident around here. She had brushed her teeth very thoroughly -- after retching some more, that was. "Feeling better?" She shrugged her shoulders, unwilling to go into details. "It is safe to say that the Doktor wasn't amused by my performance in the vault?" "I told him you couldn't tolerate the herbals." "It was how that girl—" "She was doomed already. Touched from beyond." "Hmm," she only uttered, then turned her attention demonstratively to the items on the long, waist-height table. "Suydam's stuff?" "Your subcontractors left it at the gate." "Mine?" Sibyl bristled. "Surely not. That ghoul folk is all your business." "But the leader is always so eager to serve you. Tibór, I mean." "You gave it a name?! That's sick!" With a knowing smile László chose a leather-bound notebook. Its worn surface sported fresh, uneven imprints. "Are these from *teeth*?" "Well, some of the items had suffered during the transport," he informed. "They tried to eat it!" "You have to be lenient towards them," he bantered her. Noticing her sour face from the corners of his eyes, he decided to top it off: "I especially fancy that one wearing the mummified crow as a hat." Sibyl groaned. It was no big secret that she hated ghouls with every fibre of her being, no matter how useful for the House some of them were, or how funny their hats might be. The tall Hungarian opened the book at a random page and went through the lines in silence. "Hey, me too!" Sibyl whined. László read aloud: "*'I think I saw the inner city at the two magnetic poles. I shall go to those poles when the earth is cleared off, if I can't break through with the Dho-Hna formula when I commit it.'* " "Now I am really thinking I've done the world a favour by taking that wacko out." "I reckon that our good Doktor knows what Suydam was talking about." The male Nightbringer flipped through the pages. "Last entry: *'I am pleased with my hosts' choice. Indeed my body shall be found in yonder mortuary the night after the Inviting.'* " "I don't think so..." "However," László closed the notebook, "it may be of interest to see who will appear in said mortuary to hold wake." He put the book aside to show it to Grau later, then went through the rest of Suydam's belongings. A wallet, a pocket watch, keys, some more documents of lesser importance. "László?" "Hmm?" Sibyl leant forwards, rested her underarms on the table and her chin on her underarms. "That Countess -- don't you think she is a bit...weird? Not the ritual part. I can imagine how terribly it tells on her. I mean: weird towards me." He did not turn his haggard face away from the papers he was studying. "Did you see her car?" "Glimpsed it." "During a closer observation, my dear, you will notice that it is right-hand drive." "So?" He managed to keep his grave expression: "This feature is welcomed by the Countess insofar as she likes to drive on the wrong side of the road." "Huh?" Sibyl furrowed her brows, then her eyes grew wide with shocked understanding. "Oh, that's—! How gross! You mean, she..." "She may deify the Outers and Old Ones, but in her spare time she worships Sappho." "That's disgusting!" "Yes, I cannot find words to express my revulsion..." Sibyl frowned at him. She couldn't see anything comical about it. Men might be basking in the myth of latent lesbian tendencies inherent in all females. But as far as she was concerned, the thought of same-sex intercourse made her almost physically sick. *Do they use the term "homophobic" on women? I hope so...!* The girl pushed herself up and away from the table. It was time to call it a night. If László and the Doktor concocted something about the mortuary, she would certainly be the first -- third -- to know. "It is now half past three -- I better get some sleep." "Do so, little one. You are still not looking too good." Sibyl was about to leave, but hesitated and turned to him again. "Thanks for backing me up." "Thanks for puking down my trousers." \~ Halfway to her room Sibyl stopped in the dim corridor. *My coat. Damn!* She turned and jogged up the staircases to the top floor. Surely Grau was still in his office, waiting for László's report. On this opportunity she would also find out whether the Doktor was still a little bit cross with her. Sibyl was about to knock at his office when she heard voices inside. She almost jumped back as the door opened and Sawatzki appeared in the frame. Grau, who stood behind her and had opened the door for the Countess, looked at his protégé in mild surprise. "Sibyl?" "I left my coat..." "Of course!" He disappeared to catch it, and for the first time Sibyl was confronted with the young Countess alone. The redhead seemed particularly amused by Sibyl's initial reaction. "I didn't mean to startle you." "Uh...well, you haven't." *Oh dear, that was quick at repartee.* Mercifully, Grau reappeared with her coat and holster. Sibyl took them, thanked him and wished a good night to both. However, the Countess was not going to let her off that easily. "It has been long since I was here the last time, Doktor Grau. Maybe *preili* Sibyl can guide me to my room?" "Certainly, Countess. Sibyl, would you please escort our guest to her quarters." *Crap.* \~ The guest quarters lay one storage below, and never had the way to them felt so long. The two young women did not talk, but Sibyl felt the redhead's strange eyes burning on her. Sawatzki seemed a bit tipsy, presumably she and the Doktor had celebrate their reunion with some little cordials. "Perhaps I should not say that," the Countess suddenly spoke, "but Doktor Grau is full of praise about you." Sibyl wasn't exactly delighted to be topic of their late night talk. Especially not since she had a suspicion as to who had the conversation turned on her. "I am but one of many serving the House." "So am I," came the redhead's reply. "What is the name of your family?" She told her. "An honourable family," the Countess knew. "Loyal to the House for centuries." Sibyl opened the door to Sawatzki's room and stepped back, indicating that she had attended her duty. "I am sure that you will find everything to your complete satisfaction. Good night, Countess." "Preili Sibyl, I almost forgot to give you something back..." Smirking, she raised her hand to the girl in black. Dangling from her index finger was the set of handcuffs. Sibyl's face turned fire-engine red. With a quick move she snatched the nickel bonds and stuffed them into her holster. Sawatzki came closer, and Sibyl noticed the distinctive smell of absinthe. She had to raise her head to keep eye contact, for the redhead was considerably taller than her. "We should really go to bed -- *('Not good!')* -- to our beds, Countess." Something sparkled in Sawatzki's clear eyes the very moment before she pushed forwards in an attempt to kiss the girl. Disgusted, Sibyl recoiled from her, and the Countess seized her flanks. With astonishing quickness Sibyl freed herself, grabbed Sawatzki's right wrist and twisted her arm straight up. The pain racing up her shoulder forced Sawatzki to bend over. "How dare you, wench...!" she screeched. "Let go!" In this position she saw Sibyl reaching down with her free hand. She touched her boot leg, but realised that whatever she was seeking wasn't there. So she just clutched the red mane of her captive and pulled her head back sharply. "You better not try that stunt again! I'm none of your depraved bedwarmers." Sibyl pushed her away. Sawatzki steadied herself at the wall, rubbing her sore shoulder. "Playing hard-to-get, huh?!" Sibyl replied something under her breath as she grabbed her coat from where she had dropped it, and marched down the corridor. The Countess staggered into her room and slammed the door shut. Until this attack she had been just playfully intrigued by Sibyl, but now that frigid bitch was in for it. She would hear the wench scream under her touch -- if not from pleasure, then from pain. \~ Too bad her blade was locked away; it would have come in handy. Of course Sibyl had not intended to injure the redhead, yet a honed edge had such a distinctive way to underline one's standpoint. The situation might have got out of control, but at least the fire cunt would keep off her now. For the first time in twenty-two demanding hours Sibyl closed her eyes for sleep. Secretly she feared dreaming about the immolation, but the dream that made her wake up screaming was of different nature. She would not remember its content, but the feeling of nameless horror would stay with her long after. \~

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Title: Snippet of a Snapped Slave by Ray Ctarltribe Tags: Emotional, Fox, M/F, Master/Slave, Mild Violence, NC, Rebellion, Vixen, catharsis Today, I had a proper catharsis and managed to dig up a measure of prose in its remaining form: Brief, smattered with theatrics, and completely out of context with the rest of the scene that apparently got trimmed, earmarked with a discarded note demanding a re-write. Apparently it was a slave rising up against their Mistress with delicious results. --- "That's a good lil'Bitch," came the words she was used to spilling from her own lips, lips that were now suddenly wetted by a tongue that slowly traced along her gasping pout. Belly to belly now with the beast's own burden, she would find her wrists hauled down instead of ceremoniously put over her head and against the wall like any other male seeking a show of force. No, for those hands which had so cruelly wielded innumerable devices to wound his pride would now be used as mere leverage, handles to a fate that would only end well for him. And maybe for her. If she was lucky. And deep. The knotted cock he wielded was sandwiched between them, his form shuffling ever-closer to the wall with little regard for whether or not she could breathe. Freely with his pre did he soil her pelt and its satin garb, sopping them as he marked her with that cinnamon-tanged arousal until they clung together, peeling apart with dribbly gossamer strands connecting them from time to time. "Beg, y'lil'whore. Beg for me to make this fuckstick bore into your cunt, your core. Whimper for it to bloat your belly with kits like a proper slut. Or else you'll get real fuckin' intimate with it ramming in dry up the tail-end of your pretty lil'ass. Y'follow me?" That demand prattled on all the while she finally found out the reason for being cozied southward, falling prey to the underside of that knot at his cock's base. It spread her lips ajar to let the the most powerful of his loins' veins throb against her clit like a feral, persistent drumbeat. She stammered. Pleaded. To be fucked, bred, broken, tinged with flavorings of a fate she might fall to at his clutching claws. This was the woman who had wrought on his hide countless scars through year after year, night after night, each blissful moment he'd ever tried to savor flavored with the tang of his blood or tears. There was no magic veil lifted in the wake of her whimpers. There was no rejuvenated pride. It was simply... Unremarkable. Typical. And then she dared, in this moment of fury and absolution, to nip at him. Challenge him. Smile at him and wiggle a little bit. "Please...\~" Her form, clad in sodden, sheer material, would appease him no more than a writhing oracle begging for mercy to the heavens above; the only saving grace her wanting could wish for was the fact he was no stellar distance afar and made of sin-riddled flesh. Close enough was she that though wounded, teased, taunted, and tortured by her very hand, her pitiful panting muzzle against his throat would find no damnation. He was a fair, albeit greedy titan and her words, her prayers, fell upon the ears of one all-too-eager to put her on the path of righteousness. There was little sacred about her impending fate, already obvious by her murmurings and the male stench permeating any amount of perfume she'd doused upon her fur, his musk boring into her as only beasts could will upon their bitches. "Even as you beg, you're a smug cunt." Fingers let loose her wrist, trailing the cool, smooth arc of his clawtips over her pelt as his fingers wandered ever-higher along her arm. "You're not begging, you're practically a fucking toddler bouncing on Santa's lap and listing off the shiny little things you want this year... And I'm not gonna' have it." CRACK came the sound of a paw held flat and daring to strike upon the cheek of the Mistress, flavored with a snarl even as that crisp sound's echo died. "Don't patronize me, you worthless whore! Are you, or aren't you different?" Countless degredations funneled from his memories in a dribbling, parroted fashion right back at his Mistress, laced with the menace only the Imprisoned could muster. The meager press of her chest was answered with the crushing shove of his own, driving the breath from her lungs utterly and forcing her jaw to lay over his shoulder as the flank of his maw teased the rim of her ear. "You've got a paw free now. Hit me. Scratch me. Try and fight me, you predictable pile of Bitchflesh. If your tears won't taste sweeter than some dimestore gutterskank..." The brute's chest eased back, but her breath would come no more easily than a moment before. A paw now held the back of her skull flush with the wall thanks to a near-strangling grip on her throat. "...I'm afraid I'm gonna' have to pluck those pretty little eyes right out from their sockets to see if they taste any better." There was a dry, rasping sound as her fur and hair dragged against the smooth drywall, the vixen's entire body shifting several inches higher by the hold on her neck alone. "So let's try this again, y'sorry BitchMistress." The Slave's hand left her limp, disbelief-drugged wrist to rise level with her face. The healing started as yet another CRACK blistered the air, smacking his tormenter with the flat of palm and fingers alike. And another. And another. All as he snarled, dared her maw to open, and stared with eyes seething the raw, aching hate of his scars.

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Title: Mature Madness Tags: soapy cock, wall stall, shower stalls, stuff asked, asked cock, bottom pool, stall wall, pulled trunks, reached front, cock worked Like the others, this incident also happened some years ago. I was quite bored at the time, and used to go to a local club after college for swimming, working out, and an occasional wank in the showers. Sometimes even a wank in the swimming pool when no one was around or looking. The advantage of going in the afternoons was that there were not too many people around as it was very hot outside, and most people came to the pool area after 5 p.m. I would normally be in the club from 2 p.m onwards, work out and then hit the pool. On this particular day, a much older man was there in the changing room. I had seen him on previous afternoons as well. He was maybe 45-50 years old. He seemed quite fit for his age, had a nice tan, and decent muscles, although a little heavy around the stomach area and very hairy. He nodded as I walked in and I nodded back. He was changing out of his clothes and into his swimwear. As I sat to remove my shoes and socks, he removed his underwear to reveal his really thick hot prick. This was not uncommon, considering it was the men's changing room and a lot of men did just that. But seeing this smooth fat cock, dangling a few feet from me, really turned me on. He walked naked to one of the stalls and stood to take a piss in one of the urinals. My eyes were glued to his hairy back and ass as he stood there taking his piss. I really wished I was standing next to him to see the piss gush out of his penis. I was somewhat lost in my thoughts when he turned around and saw me staring at him. He smiled and walked back towards me. I quickly looked down and busied myself with my stuff. Shit, I thought, that was really stupid of me. This guy must think I'm some sort of sick pervert, staring at him pissing. "So, are you coming out?" he asked, "yes" I replied. "in a minute." My voice was somewhat shaky. He slipped on his swim trunks and walked out to the pool area. I got on my swim trunks as well but stood near the urinal for a bit and stroked it thinking about this man's hot cock. I wanted to just take him in my mouth and suck him. When I came out of the room, he was already in the pool and was doing his laps. I dived in as well, and swam for a few minutes. Then I got out and lay down on one of the pool chairs with my shades on. After a while, the man got out as well and came up to me, and asked if he could use the chair next to mine. I shrugged my shoulders and said "sure." We got to talking about stuff. He asked me about what I did, where I studied, just general stuff, and I asked him about himself. As it turned out he was married and divorced, had his own business, and had a lazy, no strings attached sort of lifestyle. That day, I had the most intense wank in the showers thinking about his body and his cock. The next two days I was looking forward to maybe seeing him naked again, but the opportunity just never presented itself as we always seemed to miss each other in the changing room. Then on the third day it happened. We were sitting and chatting by the pool, and there was no one else around. We were just talking mostly general stuff, when he told me "I want to ask you a personal question and I would like an honest answer." I was a little taken aback, and asked what it was. "Did you like looking at my cock?" he said very calmly looking me straight in the eyes. Shit, I thought, a little embarrassed. "Ummm, well...you were just standing there and it was just...umm...dangling there...I was just looking in that direction." "That's not what I asked, I want to know whether you liked looking at my cock and my balls, did you get turned on seeing me pee?" he asked again. "Umm...no I...was just looking." I was stammering like crazy not quite understanding what he was getting at. Was he trying to humiliate me for the other day, or was he trying to gauge my reaction. I was probably blushing and hoped he would not make a big deal of it, or tell anyone, but he had been quite friendly the past few days, so I did not think so. "Do you want to see it again?" he asked. Fuck yeah, I thought, the little hairs on my neck standing on edge. Was he coming onto me in this extremely public place? I let out a nervous "yes" and he said, "you first." Hunh...I thought. "You first, I want to see your cock, right here, right now, take it out and show it to me." "But anyone can walk in and see us here" I said, thinking he was insane. "Just slip it out to the side for a few seconds and let me see it" he said. He was sitting on his chair sideways, facing me, and his hand began to stroke my inner thigh. I spread my legs a bit to allow him more access. "Come on, before someone comes, come on, I can see it wants to come out." Sure enough, my cock was straining against my trunks to come out. Looking around, I tugged at the elastic and worked my trunks down slightly around my balls. "You have a very nice cock, really nice" his hand moved slowly over my thighs and onto the head of my cock. I was looking hard at the entrance to see if anyone was there. He continued to stroke my cock for what seemed like an eternity. I was feeling very nervous as we were completely out in the open. "Please stop, someone might see us" I said. "Okay, but I want to see your ass, show me your ass." "How?," I asked. He told me to get up, which I did, and he threw my towel onto the grass next to the chair. "Turn around, and slip your shorts off over your ass, if someone comes just pretend you are picking up the towel. They won't be able to see your backside. Hurry up before someone comes." I was on my hands and knees with my ass raised up facing him. I pulled my trunks down over my cheeks baring them to him. "These are sooooo nice and soft," his hand was stretched out squeezing my asscheeks. "Spread it for me, baby, I want to look inside your hole." Him talking dirty was really turning me on, and I knew he was getting very turned on looking at me like this. I reached back and spread my cheeks as wide as I could, exposing my bunghole to him. He squeezed them for a minute or so, running his fingers over my ass crack. He then told me to turn around again. I was wondering what we were going to do next as we both were really turned on. "Lets get into the pool," he said. So, there we were in a far corner of the pool, his hands feeling me up all over. At least this was safer, as we were almost chest deep in water, and no one coming in could immediately see us below chest level. "Okay, well, a promise is a promise, here it comes," he said, and pulled his trunks all the way down his legs and off. His cock had grown to almost 7-8 inches, and looked like it was ready to take off. He took my hand and placed it on his manhood. "Stroke it baby, yeah, make it feel good," he moaned as my hands moved back and forth over his cock. His hands reached for my trunks and pulled them off as well. I was not quick enough to catch them though and they fell to the bottom of the pool. "Leave them" he said, "no ones here anyway." He grasped my cock firmly and we both began a mutual jerk off. He jerked away madly at my cock, and I knew I would not last long. "I'm cumming, please, I'm cumming," I gasped, as I could feel my cock ready to shoot my load. "Cum," he whispered, "shoot your cum for me" I strained and shuddered as I felt my balls unload sperm and shoot it all over. The droplets of sperm were floating all around us. My heart was throbbing and my knees felt as if they had lifted a ton. "Oh fuck" I moaned as he came near and kissed me really hard on the lips. He began to grind his groin hard between my legs. "Bite my nipples," he commanded, drawing my face closer to his hairy chest. "Suck them for me, suck" He positioned me against the pool wall, and then stood with his back to me. I was pulling at his nipple with one hand and stroking him off with the other. He let out a really loud grunt and stiffened up. I knew he was cumming. Buckling back against me, his sperm started flowing out from his cock and onto the surface of the pool. "Haaaaaaaa," he moaned as his hips moved back and forth releasing his sperm. We stood still for a moment taking in what we had just done. We were both drained and the sexual frustration had somewhat subsided, or so I though. The whole sexual encounter had barely been 10-15 minutes, but seemed like a maddening eternity. I swam to the bottom of the pool, and scooped up my trunks, wondering what was next. Just then some people walked into the pool area and into the changing rooms. "Whew, not a minute too soon" he said. "So what made you think I would go for it?" I asked, still a little dazed. "Well, I saw you stare at me while I was nude and then you had this guilty flushed look on your face. I was quite sure you were interested. When I asked you, if you had replied differently, I would probably have scolded you a bit, and left it at that." We remained in the pool for a while talking about what we could do next, maybe the following day, and how to meet and stuff. In the meanwhile, the pool was starting to fill up a bit, so we got out and headed for the changing room. We walked in and noticed no one was there. He caught me firmly and started rubbing his body against mine, grinding his cock against mine, through our respective swimwear. We were again in heat. I stroked his cock through his trunks, while he moved mine slightly to the side and squeezed my ass. He brought his hand up to my face and pushed two fingers into my mouth. "Suck them hard and well, they're going into your ass." Well lubricated, his hand moved around my waist and onto my ass. Pulling the trunks slightly sideways, he worked his finger up my bumhole. I was moaning as a mixture of pain and pleasure came over me. "I want to fuck you, I want to put my cock in your filthy fucking hole, I want to cum all over you" he was breathing very heavily. He shoved me into one of the shower stalls and yanked off my trunks. I yanked off his. We were both standing completely naked staring wildly at each other. The shower stalls, although quite private and locked, did have an opening of about a foot at the top and bottom. Anyone, bending to pick something up outside, or someone who was over 6 ft tall could probably look in if they wanted to. But at this point, we were so horny that we did not think much of it. He told me that if someone comes, he would turn on the shower and I should go closer to the inner wall of the stall, so no one could see my feet. "Okay, great." I reached in front and grabbed his nipples, running my hands over his hairy body. "Oh yeaaaasssss" he moaned, thrusting his cock, back and forth. Bending at the knees, I reached down and ran my tongue along the length of his cock before putting it in my mouth. "Oooooooh" he moaned "that feels so good in your fucking mouth, suck it you little cunt." He was thrusting back and forth madly, holding my mouth wide open with his fingers and pushing his cock all the way in. His cock tasted of sperm and of chlorine from the pool. I could taste his oozing precum slowly dripping out of his pisshole, and onto my tongue. It felt really hot and intoxicating. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. At this point, we heard someone walk in, and both of us stiffened up. The guy was whistling somewhat aimlessly as he sat to change into his swim gear. "Shit," I thought, "I hope we don't get caught." Considering the amount of people I knew at the club, that would be very embarrassing. We turned on the shower and I stood a little further back in the stall. We were both cursing this guy for walking in and breaking our sex up. We quickly started to soap ourselves, and I thought we were done, as more people would probably come in soon. There was a plastic stool in the stall which was about 2 feet high, probably kept there for older people who wished to shower sitting down. Picking it up and placing it near the rear wall of the stall, he made me sit on it, resting my head and shoulders against the stall wall. This was not very comfortable but I could not protest at this point. He spread my legs, and bending down, angled a soapy finger up my ass. With his other hand he stroked my hard cock back and forth. Then rubbing some more soap on my asshole and on his cock, he raised my legs over his shoulders, and slipped himself into my ass. "Please...do it slowly" I pleaded as his cock worked its way up my ass. I tried pushing against him with my hands, but that did not work. "Unhhh" he grunted, as he quickened his pace in and out of my soapy bunghole. Looking at my feet dangling around his shoulders, his hard cock and his soapy balls slapping against my ass, and his tongue in my mouth made me feel so fucking horny. "Fuck me" I whispered, "please fuck my ass, haaaaarrrrd" I moaned as his cock pounded in and out of my ass. "Pleeeeeaaasssseeee fuck me." Although I was enjoying this, the plastic stool was creaking below me too much, and we were making too much noise. The noise from the shower was also distracting us, and we could not tell whether the guy was still there or had gone out. Pulling his cock out of my ass, he said he was going to just peek outside. I straightened up off the stool and stood behind the door, as he opened in slightly. "He's gone, but we better be quick" he said, beckoning me to stand against the stall wall with one leg on the stool. We shut the shower off, and after re-soaping his cock he shoved it back in me. Unfortunately, he could not do much in this position. So, he sat down on the stool, and I worked my way onto his cock with my back to him. This felt really delicious as I was able to control how much of him I wanted in me. He reached in front and was stroking my nipples, chest and stomach with his soapy hand. His other hand stroked my cock. His one hand was now firmly on my stomach and his finger pressed hard against my belly button. This was making me horny as hell. I felt like a complete slut fucked in a bathroom, by someone at least twice my age. I could feel his pace quicken as his cock pushed harder and faster in my ass. "I'm going to cum" he rasped, as he lifted me up and bent me over against the stall door. Still fucking me from behind, his body tensed up hard as he rammed his last few strokes in me. I was so horny, I wanted to taste him. Turning around, I got off his soapy cock and worked it into my mouth. He was thrusting madly and the soap was making his cock very slippery. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" he moaned as he shot his load in my mouth. "Suck it you little slut, suck my semen, eat it." He was breathing very heavily and his stomach and chest were heaving back and forth as he worked his semen covered cock in my mouth. I sucked on him for a few seconds till his limp soapy cock pulled out. His salty sperm was running down my throat and some of it down my face and mouth. "Ohhhhh that was amazing" he said wiping off some of his man goo off my chin and rubbing it over me. "You are so fucking nasty, fuck." At this point, we agreed that we had already taken too much of a risk, and looking around, I quickly stepped out of our stall and hopped into another. Feeling a bit of relief that it was over and there was no more risk, I ran my hands all over myself and my cock and had an amazing cum. We were now showered and dressed and walked out of the changing room separately so as not to arouse suspicion. We then agreed to meet the next day, same time, same place. Going back home, I had my third wank of the day, thinking about Mr. Mature and his fat prick. I surely was looking forward to tomorrow. *To be continued in Part 2.*

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Her due credit The sun baked down. The rocky outcropping was high above the floor of the desert, but it offered no shade or respite from the summer sun. Wiping her brow with a damp cloth, Becky turned her attention back to tapping away gently at the rock face with her chisel and hammer. The soft layers of the rock slowly separating away from the edges. She adjusted her hat again, wondering how burned she was going to be when this was all over. Maybe as red as the rocks around her. She couldn’t stop though; this was a huge find. It might even be enough to write her dissertation on. What at first started out like a simple edge of a bone had slowly grown, but it wasn’t a bone at all. It was an exoskeleton, and a huge one. Perhaps a new species or even a new genus. The body was almost half revealed now, maybe a meter long, with another meter of tail. How it came to be here, she had no idea. The tail was in exceptional condition too. The telson bulb fossilized so perfectly that she almost thought it was still full of venom. She worked around the pincers, using slender tips to edge carefully around the creature, careful to not risk damaging the find. She took another sip of water, she knew she should stop and rest a while, or at least get a small tarp up here to work under so that she wouldn’t get sunstroke, but she didn’t want her supervisor seeing this find. That arrogant prick would probably steal credit again, just like he did the last time. She still raged about that find. It wasn’t anything super special, but it did turn out to be a really complete find of a rare species never found near here before. It got a publication, and her name was dropped to little more than a by-line. So instead of getting her name in a journal with a find, she was robbed of credit. Worse, the dean had backed her supervisor. Not that he was even that special. She wiped more sweat out of her eyes as she focused on the other claw. She’d get this done. She’d make the find and be prepared to take credit. A boot scuff on the rocks drew her attention. She saw Dr. Kilroy shuffling up the path. Damn it, she wasn’t ready. She quickly grabbed a drop cloth and dumped it over her find and shifted so it looked like she was working on another spot nearby. “You’ve been up here a long time, Becky, anything interesting?” “No, Dr. Kilroy, just some common ammonites.” “That’s enough to keep you up here most of the day?” “I lost track of time. I though there might be some other stuff, but I didn’t find much. I’ll pick a new spot tomorrow.” The answer seemed to satisfy him, as he turned to walk down the path. She waited a bit until she was sure he was gone before she went back to work. Sadly, she had to now figure out how to work up here again without him noticing tomorrow. The whole group rode together in the van, so she couldn’t stay late. She caressed the stones, wondering how long it would take her to get it out. Days probably. Could she keep it a secret? She got her phone out and snapped a bunch of pictures. She also carved a careful set of her initials and a date next to it, just a little away from the body where it would be safe. She took a picture of this too. Packing up her things she left the drop cloth over the exposed insect. She touched it gingerly, caressing the long-fossilized creature as she said good night to her find. *** *** *** The next day she found the van had left without her and two of the other assistants. They tried calling Dr. Kilroy but got no answer. Since none of them had their own cars able to make the drive out, they were forced to spend the day waiting. Finally, that afternoon they got a message from Dr. Kilroy. He had been called away and he apologized for the lack of notice or communication. It was Friday, they wouldn’t be back to the site until Monday. Becky fumed. She knew he was up to something. She stuck around until the van came back, watching from an upstairs window. Two of the guys were helping Dr. Kilroy unload tools. They’d clearly been out to the site. Becky snapped pictures. Then, a large heavy object under a white drop cloth was lifted out from the back of the van. The two burley guys carefully brought it in. Becky’s fists clenched in rage. She was certain she knew what it was. It was the right size. They probably just cut it right out of the hillside. They could have destroyed it. He was going to steal her credit again; she just knew it. She snuck down the stairs in time to see them leaving one of the smaller labs. She watched as Dr. Kilroy locked the door. She waited until they were gone. She checked the lock; it wasn’t one she had a key for. He probably knew that. Frustrated she pulled at the door to no avail. She saw a security guard coming. She quickly hid her purse and phone under her jacket, and started to rub her eyes. She’d always been good at the crocodile tears with boyfriends. “Please, mister security guard, I locked my purse and phone in the lab and I don’t have the key to get it. Can you let me in?” She batted her lashes and tried to look very cute and ditzy. He looked sympathetic. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in.” “Please? I just need to grab my purse.” She pleaded. “Can’t you call your professor?” He looked uncomfortable. “Phone is in there too!” She squeezed a tear or two out. “Oh alright, but you don’t tell anyone I did this for you. I’ll do a “security check” of the room. You come grab your purse behind me. He pulled out a heavy ring of keys and found the master key for the floor. Clicking the lock, he turned the light on. The room was small, and the large object under the white drop cloth sat in the middle. It was deeper than she expected. She ducked under the table like she was looking. “You just close the door when you find it, alright? I’ll come back by in a few minutes!” He stepped over to check the other lab doors were locked. She ripped the drop cloth off as soon as he was gone. She felt icy rage. It was her find. He’d spent all day carving it out of the cliffside. Improperly too. She could see the start of several other small fossils around the edges that were cut in half. Destroying them. She grabbed several pictures. Her initials had survived the trip, but she was certain they wouldn’t survive until Monday. After getting the images she needed as proof she heard the slow steady steps of the security guard. She gently stroked the find, her find, one. Only to fell her hand prick upon the still sharp stone stinger of the telson, still sharp enough to draw a drop of blood. She sucked at the wound, pretty certain that millions of years of stone would protect her from any venom. Pulling the sheet back over she walked to the door holding her purse to show the security guard. “Thank you! I found it!” She chirped at him. Belying the rage, she felt inside. “You’re welcome. He looking inside, saw that nothing looked disturbed, and flicked off the light. The door shut with a clang and a hard click as the lock snapped back into place. Becky walked off, silently wondering how she was going to kill the thieving Dr. Kilroy. *** *** *** Back in her dorm she threw her purse and phone on the bed. Frustrated that even as a graduate student she still was stuck in these cramped quarters. At least she didn’t have to share with anyone. She stepped out of her clothes and got in the shower, hoping a cool rinse would calm her temper a bit. She had all weekend to dream up ways to get back at him. She tucked her hair up in a quick twist to keep it dry before stepping into the cool water. She checked her hand, it was still throbbing, just a bit, from where the stinger had torn her skin. A bit reddish, but she washed it with soap and water just in case. After the shower she stuck a bit of antibiotic ointment on it and a small band-aid. Getting into her sleep shirt and shorts she uploaded the pictures to a secure file site. She needed to contact the Dean, but until she could get out there again, she couldn’t let them know that she knew. She fiddled with different ideas. The odds she could get in again were slim, and besides it was a huge piece of rock, the two big guys had barely been able to carry it in. There was no way she was going to be able to move that. Her pencil eraser drummed on the desk. She struggled to think of a way to deal. Her anger boiled. Finally, she just said “fuck it”, and lay in bed staring at the wall until she finally fell asleep. *** *** *** She woke groggily the next morning. Her hand throbbing. She looked at it, the spot seemed redder this morning. She hoped it wasn’t infected. She put some fresh antibiotic on it and rubbed it gently. The day mostly passed slowly. She worked on some of her research papers, but was constantly distracted by her anger and frustration. She was brilliant, why couldn’t she think of a way to out smart this asshole who was stealing her work? A knock on her door broke her train of thought. She pulled door open to find her on-again off-again boyfriend, Mitchell, in the hall. “Uh, hi.” He had a couple flowers in his hand. They were currently off- again. “What do you want Mitchell? You get dumped again? Come crawling back to me for sex?” He was a shitty boyfriend, but damn he was good in bed. “Well, um, I…” He never got to finish the statement. “Oh, shut up, I need a distraction.” She hauled him into the room. She pushed him down on the bed. “Strip.” It wasn’t a request, and honestly as surprised as he was Mitchell wasn’t going to complain. He was already struggling to undo his belt. She slipped her hands into the waist band of her yoga pants and yanked them to the floor, not even bothering to make it sexy. Her top followed soon after as she rubbed her small breasts with their prominent nipples. She just wanted some release and something to distract her for a few minutes, and his six inches was going to have to do. As soon as his pants were to his knees, she crawled on top of him even as he was struggling with the condom. Thankfully he was able to get it on fast enough as she slid her clit against the underside of his prick to get her own juices flowing. “Wow, what’s gotten into you today, Becky.” She slapped him, “The name is Miss Becky, and you will do as you’re told.” She then leaned forward and whispered in his ear “The safeword is Australopithecine.” She knew he couldn’t pronounce it. “Yes, Miss Becky.” “Did I give you permission to speak? Come down here and put your mouth to good use!” He slid himself down, positioning himself under her hips as she ground her cunt into his face as he tried to keep his tongue in the positions she wanted. He reached up to fondle her ass, and she decided to let him, but when his fingers strayed, he found that she’d gotten ahold of her riding crop. Finally feeling the first small orgasm ride though her, she slid back down his body. Dragging her damp lips across his chest, leaving a trail of spit and grool. “Good boy. Now, lets get you hard enough for me.” She went back to sliding her lips across his cock as he kept his hands on the bed. Somewhere in the middle of his eating her out she’d found nipple clamps, and she took a moment to tighten them down on her own nipples. “Do you want to cum?” He nodded. “Yes, Miss Becky.” “You are not allowed to cum until I say so. If you come before that, you will be punished.” She pressed the keeper into the side of his face until it dug in. “Yeph, Mff Becky” The words came out a big garbled as she pressed hard into the cheek. She slid herself onto his cock, letting it fill her for a moment before she started to bounce. She could see the effect on his face as she road him harder and faster. He was actively biting his hand now, trying to keep from coming too early. She didn’t have pity on him. She just bucked her hips a few times more to get herself off. He was losing the fight. “I said no.” He whimpered and nodded. Slowly she lifted herself off him. His cock still at attention, trembling slightly as it was freed from her walls. She turned and bent over her desk chair revealing her cunt to his waiting gaze. “You are free now. You may finish however you like. Miss Becky demands you finish her too.” He didn’t waste any time as he slid up behind her and pressed back in. His hands gleefully fingering her breasts as he came, slamming his pelvis into hers. She fingered herself a little to ensure the orgasm was mutual. “Good boy.” She slid out from under him and let him fall back onto the bed. She stepped away. Normally aftercare would be higher on her priorities, but she’d let him get what he wanted. She slowly undid the nipple clamps, setting them aside as she walked into the shower. She turned to look at him from the door. “Thanks for the fuck, I needed that. But Mitchell, we’re not a thing right now and we aren’t going to be. You’re a good lay, not a good boyfriend. So, do me a favor, see yourself out. I’ll call if I want another round.” She didn’t wait to watch him leave as she closed the door looking the for the Vaseline to put on her nipples after a quick shower. *** *** *** She came out of the shower feeling more refreshed. She noticed her skin was definitely irritated though over the spot. She also saw that her shoulders were now red too. She figured she had the water temperature up too high. Mitchell was gone, the wilting flowers were in the trash. She shrugged. He wasn’t a bad guy, just not worth dating again. She grabbed the bedding and threw it in the hamper. Putting on some fresh sheets she found her yoga pants and top and slipped back into them. Slipping into some sandals she headed to the laundry. Thankfully weekends found much of the campus abandoned in the summer semester. She was able to bring a book and read while the laundry worked through. She sat and read, occasionally itching at her shoulders and arms. She wondered if she was allergic to those damned flowers he’d brought. They looked more like garden weeds. *** *** *** Finishing up the laundry she took it back to her room. Setting it down on her bed she turned and took the trash out, just in case. Plus, it smelled of spunk, which she didn’t enjoy when she wasn’t horny. After she got back in, she checked her shoulder and saw that it was peeling. Oh crap, it must have gotten too much sun on Thursday, she thought. She rubbed some lotion on the dry spots where it was starting to peel, and checked other places. She was red in a number, so she ended up slathering herself in the aloe-based skin lotion. She wrinkled her nose at the smell and waited for it to dry before she crawled into the fresh sheets. She tried not to scratch at it, a mostly lost cause. She finally slid into bed. Flicking off the lights and curling into her pillow. *** *** *** She fell into a landscape of dreams and nightmares. She tossed and turned as she saw her discovery stolen from her. She chased him through a land of shadows and dreams. Slowly he ran through a myriad of places, and she was forever chasing him. But she wasn’t herself anymore. She felt stronger, the hunter, and he the prey. She chased him, but she was naked. Each time he eluded her she became more enraged. She needed to catch him. Her arms grasping at the empty air where he was. Frustrated her dream-self tried to hold him. Her arms split, first once, then again, as she grew six arms that sprung out from her chest. Each grasping at the ethereal Kilroy. He slipped free. She tried to catch him again, reaching farther. Her upper most pair of hands becoming long snapping claws. She swung at him as he dodged and laughed. Frustration built as she followed him into a darkened temple like the ancient Egyptian ones that she’d gone to last summer. Out of nowhere he sprung and battered her with a great heavy object, beating her about the head and shoulders. She growled and hissed at him. She tried to ward him off. Her arms forming thick ridged plates across their upper sides. Her claws becoming as strong as vices but as durable as shields. He bolted off again as she regained her feet, her legs thickening with their own armor. The door sprang open and they were again in the valley where they excavated. Her mind’s eye saw the great missing stone from her worksite. She hissed in rage. He danced among the tarps and dig sites. Taunting her. In his arms was the missing stone. It had to be hers. It was hers. He couldn’t have it. She leapt down, slamming into the floor. She closed in on him, she could feel the heat from his body. She sensed his fear now. She moved faster. Her arms grasping, her claws snapping. The armor of her body stopped anything he could throw at her. She felt a pressure now, almost orgasmic from the base of her spine. Slowly she could feel the tail curl up, long and flexible it danced over her shoulder. Dark and deadly. The telson filling with a virulent poison. Poison for someone who betrayed her. She could feel it throbbing and full, tipped with a stinger. He held up the precious fossil as a shield. She ripped it out of his hands. He fell to his knees, pleading. She ignored them. He needed to be punished. There was only one suitable punishment for his treachery. The barbed tip of her tail arched high, poison beading on the tip. It shot downwards. *** *** *** She woke up with a start. Her body aching. The alarm on her phone buzzing. She was confused as she struggled to reach it, finally getting a hand on it. It wasn’t supposed to go off until... “Monday!” She lurched upright, her entire body responding in ways that felt so right, yet so wrong. “Oh god, it’s real. My dream was real.” She looked down to see her hand that held the phone was but one of three arms on the side of her body. Stumbling she rushed into the bathroom to the mirror and gazed at herself. She was her dream. Six arms, two tipped with pincers emerged from her torso. Each arm and her shoulders covered in a dusty red plate of carapace, covering both forearm and upper arm, like armor. Her chest now sported six small breasts, each free from the plates that covered her stomach and hips. Her vulva too was exposed. Thicker and fuller than ever, almost like a hungry maw between the chiton that covered her thighs. She slowly felt it lift then, the heavy long pulsing tail that swayed behind her. As a rusty dark red topped by a black telson with that barbed upward curving hook. She was still her, but so much more. The panic that had gripped her subsided, replaced by an icy cold satisfaction. Kilroy would pay. She looked at the shreds of her cloths and realized she didn’t want them. Still early, barely dawn, she slunk out of the building and disappeared into the desert. Her new muscles making light of the miles. *** *** *** She found the dig site without much trouble, the mid-morning sun starting to creep over the mountains. The van was parked there already. The stone chopped from the cliff just as she had imagined. She waited. Several days went by. Finally, he came alone. That was all she needed. She watched him as he looked under tarps and checked places, she’d seen her cohorts working. She hissed. He was looking for more to steal. She would put a stop to that. He had little time to react. The great leaping shape fell upon him. He turned over just long enough to see Becky’ face in the monstrous form. A hoarse voice hissed at him. “Doctor, I want my credit.” He saw the flash of the tail, but nothing more. His body was found several days later by some grad students who called the police. He was pronounced dead from a virulent unknown toxin that confounded the lab that did his autopsy. The large hole in his shoulder suggested a sting or bite by something truly frightening. A manhunt was launched to find anything that could have done that, but nothing was turned up. His death became a local legend, of a giant man-killing thing. Sometimes they’d say a scorpion, sometimes a spider, occasionally a wasp. It became a campus fireside story for the pledges. The attack did close down the dig site, and his lab was found full of specimens stolen from students. After that was uncovered, very few people shed a tear for him. *** *** *** No one knew what became of Becky. She left her phone, her wallet, everything. A missing person case was opened by her family. But no trace was found. The torn clothing suggested foul play, but no charges were ever brought. Though they did find the computer pictures on her drive, and she was eventually credited with the find of the magnificent early scorpion species. No one contested it after the specimen was found in Kilroy’s lab with her initials still carved on it. In the end, Becky got the credit she craved. Maybe somewhere, out in the deserts, she knew that.

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Title: Forest Keep 37 by Shimrod Tags: Adventure, Dragon, Dragoness, Drama, Human, Magic, Plot Development, Violence (Not In Yiff) ok ok I know Im late but this last month has been hectic, shifting workplaces and having various family members dropping in, out of town parties and ..well - you get the idea -seems every time I tried to sit down and write someone or something would interrupt. I should be back to normal timescales now (crosses fingers) Dont know how well I did in the ursa major awards but I'll wait and see - keep an eye on www.forestkeep.net for new info and pics soon thanks heaps for all your emails and suggestions and yes - things will soon get moving between tommy and shalla and yes there will be more sex soon hehe XXXVII "No, no!" sighed Marre as James mispronounced another word from the scroll in front of him. "Its *Sef* and you say it like 'see-ef' otherwise you will end up miscasting the spell and causing who knows what sort of damage" James flushed and nodded "Sorry Master" He shifted nervously in front of the dragon's lounger. Cill was there also and the pair were in quiet silent conversation together as Marre tried to hammer much-needed knowledge into his brain. He had at least made significant advances in his rune writing thanks to the nightly exercises but he had the horrible feeling his tongue wasn't long enough nor his voice deep enough to cast spells effectively as most of them sounded as if they were wrenched from deep within and required more than one throat. "Good, now try it again and concentrate" Marre murmured and dropped the broom in front of him. "Or else you do it the hard way" James took a deep breath and focused on the broom while recalling the runes on the scroll "*I'muit seto sef kaliel*". He felt the now familiar tingle of his power and he watched the broom glow with a tinge of gold then twitch upright, quivering gently in place. Marre watched with pride but said nothing as James carefully raised a hand and murmured the command phrase "*Rin'za*". The glow intensified suddenly and the broom slammed backward into his outstretched hand. Grinning broadly, he turned and smiled at Marre who peered impassively down at him before rumbling "Not bad - you need to moderate the command though". The elderly dragon was in truth impressed but it was not good practice to give apprentices swelled heads so soon in their training. "Go practice some new runes and think about the lesson. I don't want you trying it out elsewhere until I am satisfied you can do it precisely and without mishap" James nodded at Marre before unrolling his rune scroll to a new set of runes and began murmuring to himself quietly as the elder turned to Cill and mentally contacted her sire. "Are you sure it's the right time to teach her this?" he sent the thought to Nokala almost pleadingly "I know she can manage the size change but it takes practice to get any shape stable" Nokala nodded and sent back the reply on a private band "It has to be done and I know she is eager to learn. She has mastered the control of her size and her powers are growing thanks to the loving attentions of her mate there" Marre sighed as Cill sat quietly, her gaze flicking between James and Marre. "Very well...Cill, come over here" he murmured quietly "at least in here I have some control" as Cill padded nervously over to sit before him. "I will be careful Master" she said quietly and watched in rapt attention as Marre reluctantly pulled another scroll from his library wall and unrolled it until he found the portion that he was looking for. "Very well, harrumph...the art of glamour is just that. An art - careful attention must be paid to the form you choose and you must be consistent as the more you get used to it the easier and faster it will be to shift into" He showed Cill a picture of a smaller dragon with a thought-balloon of a human beside it. "We try not to make our forms too extreme. Well- At least some of us don't. It make us stick in human's minds and can lead to awkward questions and in some occasions has led to humans becoming suspicious and secondary measures being used to maintain anonymity" He did not elaborate on the 'secondary measures'. Cill nodded in understanding "So I shouldn't make myself too beautiful by their standards in case a human tries to mate with me?" Marre winced but then nodded "Crudely put but yes. Humans are indiscriminate creatures and are ruled by their glands" He coughed quietly hoping that James had not heard the comment. Cill just sat there and smirked quietly. She did not mind one bit that her mate had such tasteful glands. Marre adjusted the scroll a little so Cill could see the next picture "Now this is the difficult part - We do not visualize the form we want in one go. We have to do it piece by piece" The picture showed the dragon with human legs and a pained expression. "There is also texture; human skin is not like decent firm hide but soft, pink and vulnerable. This can be a challenge for a dragon to feel such weakness where there should be strength" Cill nodded, her eyes following the scroll eagerly as she absorbed the information. "Remember, as you are adding this as another spell atop the size change there will be additional mana drain that can be quite a strain until you adapt" Cill frowned a little "What will happen if I run out of mana to hold both spells in place?" "You simply return to your normal shape and size -It looks and feels pretty unpleasant and this can be tricky if amongst humans so I don't recommend it," replied Marre with a frown. Cill sucked on a talon and thought carefully "So I need to be plain looking?" she asked almost sadly. "Not at all" Marre said with a grin "you forget that you will soon be mated in the eyes of the humans and that will reduce the risk of advances towards you apart from a few who gain enjoyment from tempting mated females" That perked Cill up and she quivered with anticipation "So how do choose the form I want?" Marre grinned toothily "well one way is to copy what you have seen. Have you seen many human females at the keep?" Cill shook her head "No, there are a few there but I know just one and she is the mate to Joe. I don't want to look like her" Marre hummed thoughtfully "the other way is to choose a form known to others, perhaps your mate can help here. James!" he called his new apprentice loudly, making him jump and almost rip the scroll he was studying in half. "Yes Master?" he said, gulping and wondering what he had done wrong this time. "Think of a human woman or two...nice looking ones" Marre said, not bothering to explain himself. James blinked and complied, the first image popping into his head was of course Caroline as he remembered her on the night before his trip when she had given him her hanky. He felt Cill rummaging around in his memories as he brought another woman into his mind, several of his relatives and the odd old girlfriend or two until she seemed satisfied with what she had found and pulled back with a smirk. "I think I can come up with something now," she said looking over at Marre. "Not so fast" chided the elderly dragon, waving a talon at her. "This is not a simple size change so don't get over-confident" he eyed James cautiously. "In fact I think it would be better if your mate missed this part" This said privately to Cill. "He might find it somewhat more disturbing than merely becoming smaller" The elder dragon looked so serious that Cill nodded slowly at him. She may have been independent but was seldom rebellious. "It is that bad?" she murmured back privately to Marre who nodded somberly to her. "I have seen strong male dragons recoil from sudden failures of the glamour. It isn't a pretty sight and can be hard to forget - especially for a mate" Cill cast a cautious glance back towards her mate as he continued trying to master further tongue-twisting runes with his inadequate vocal equipment. "I shall send him down to annoy Janna and hopefully she will keep him busy for long enough for you to see for yourself" Marre stated at last, "James?" Carefully putting the scroll down this time James looked up at the elder once more "Yes Master?" "Could you go down to the kitchen and ask Janna for a long weight for me? She might also have some things she needs doing that you could help her with" James looked suspiciously at Cill. He wasn't stupid and had had similar requests from the alchemists back home when they had become exasperated with his constant questions and comments about how useless they were. Usually it was for a tin of striped paint or a jar of elbow grease. He was sure he hadn't been a nuisance this time ergo they both wanted him out of the way for a while. Debating briefly with himself, he decided to acquiesce to the request, as it was obviously important. "Very well master" he finished with a bow to Marre and a wink to Cill before heading down the ramp leading to the kitchens. Marre shook his head slowly "He has so much to learn and so little time to do so," he muttered partially to himself. Cill felt a little alarmed but didn't let it show on her muzzle "I know he is trying hard Master. He wants to please you and tries to overdo it" Nodding Marre wandered over to the circle and beckoned the eager dragoness into it "I know dear. Nevertheless, I have my own reasons for wanting him strong quickly. He must be able to protect you from both humans and dragons in the future" Not wishing to elaborate any further, he rapidly cast a set of wards around the dragoness to drain off any stray mana for when the spell failed. "Now then, Have you got the image firmly in your mind?" he asked cautiously. Cill paused briefly, getting the shape she wanted in the forefront of her imagination and then nodded swiftly. "Very well, first the size change" Marre ordered, folding his forearms and setting back on his haunches, a calculating expression on his muzzle. Cill obediently murmured the runes that shifted her size and paying close attention shrank until she was a shade less than six foot tall. She rapidly cast an eye over her body to make sure nothing was missing or out of proportion. Marre also let a critical gaze flick over her form and he was pleased to see she had easily mastered this phase. "Excellent. Now then, start with the easy part. Try shaping the legs you can imagine into glamour and apply it" Cill tried to keep the shapely legs she had thought of in her mind at the same time as she attempted to pronounce the shaping spell and ran headlong into a huge power drain. She felt her legs grow weak as the additional strain on her mana caused by the size shift was augmented by the demands of the new spell laid over it. Staggering a little, she took a deep breath and pushed harder. Marre nodded to himself, it was important for her to feel the drain like this so she would be able to recognize it in the future when the spell was growing weak Cill felt spots forming in front of her eyes and she sank to all fours as she tried to control the direction of the power and force it to do her bidding. There was a subtle golden shimmering about her haunches that had a hint of promise, but it faded rapidly as she grew exhausted and finally lay panting on the cold flagstones trying to regain her breath. Marre could not help chuckling a little at the sight "Not so confident now are we?" he murmured to her and held out a paw to help her back up. "Now you see the challenge. The more complex the glamour the harder it is to maintain and looking like a human is very challenging." Taking the proffered paw with a grunt, Cill levered herself back up gingerly "It became so hard when I tried to shift. Why is that?" Marre chuckled "It is an ancient law known as the inverse square law. The strength of a field decreases the further it gets from its source. So the closer you have to hold the glamour the more power it requires to maintain the effect. You are already using a field to alter your size so in effect you are trying to lay one field over another." Cill blinked at this and cocked her head to one side trying to make sense. "So I have to be able to control both fields at the same time?" she looked aghast. "That's impossible!" Chuckling Marre concentrated briefly and suddenly Cill found herself looking at an elderly, white-bearded human who strode back and forth in front of her "Not at all. It takes practice and concentration until it can become automatic" He waved his arms enthusiastically at her. "You must learn your shape though, memorize it and make it your own. The more you know about it the easier it becomes" He frowned briefly in concentration and returned to his normal size and shape. "Soon the power will flow naturally and you will learn to match it with your size. This you must do quickly if you are to successfully fool other humans and allay suspicious females "he gave her a conspiratorial wink "you do want to look better than her don't you? Cill grinned widely and slowly licked her lips "Oh yes..." Nokala and Tomako circled over the forest and looked down at the trees hiding the ground. Spying a small clearing Nokala angled down and gliding slowly through the canopy came to rest within it. Tomako was not far behind and slid to a halt abruptly, his talons digging into the loam of the forest floor. Shaking his wings back into position Nokala turned towards the young male with a grin. "So then, what do you really think of your father's attitude towards humans now?" Tomako sighed; he had felt a great deal of anger at finally meeting the tiny humans and actually getting to know them. They were clever and smart and he was learning that all he been taught from the egg was a lie. These were not dumb chattering monkeys anymore. He shuffled his hind feet awkwardly "Why does he hate them so?", he murmured the question back. Nokala shrugged meaningfully "He will have his reasons. There are many who fear the new and strange. Especially if they feel threatened by them" Tomako raked a nearby tree "I like it here. However, if I tell him where I am it will endanger Cill and James. I don't know what he would do to Shalla" Nokala nodded slowly "I did say you would have to make a clean break. That's not so hard for males but I know females need their mother's advice" Tomako slowly stripped the branches off the tree with his talons "I don't know anything about setting up my own lair or gathering hoard. Let alone sharing a territory. Is it hard to do?" The older dragon chuckled "You are learning from the human's are you not? They share their land and indeed raise their young close to one another. I know your sister would love to have you close. At least till you find a mate, then things might change" Tomako felt his ruffs flare and flush with embarrassment "I haven't seen any dragonesses in our clan that I like, or that like me. I get all tongue-tied and end up looking foolish" 'Ahhh' thought Nokala "And you think that making armour will help you not look so foolish?" he asked quietly Tomako gave him a careful look before answering, "Partly, I need a hoard before I can search for a mate. Making and selling armour will be a good way to start one. Mother seemed to agree with me and you should have seen her eyes light up over the thought of me being able to work hoard" Nokala nodded slowly as he listened, thinking before continuing, "Have you ever fought another dragon Tomako? I mean seriously fought with one, not just play-fighting with your sibling" Tomako shook his head slowly "No, but I want to find adventure and learn how to fight. I'm not that brave though" Nokala slowly stood up and flexed his wings "Why not? You just need the right motivation" he grinned toothily and shifted his body so his head arched back in a defensive posture "Attack me" he growled. Tomako blinked and backed away slowly "What?" Nokala growled and poked him in the chest with a wingtip none too gently "You heard me...Attack me - or are you too scared" Tomako's heart raced as he took in the large adult "but you're twice..." Nokala's paw slashed out and struck Tomako's jaw with a force that made his ears ring "Coward" he hissed, "Size does not matter if you know how to fight properly" Tomako's head spun but he swiftly refocused "Why...?" Nokala's tail swung round and wrapped around one of Tomako's hind legs, jerking it out from beneath his body and sending him crashing him to the ground with a grunt "you move like a hatchling" he growled and swiftly put a sharp-taloned paw on his neck, letting him feel the prick of the sharp claws against his hide. "Do you think armour would help you now?" he hissed softly "you are soft and spoiled...no wonder females think you unworthy" He could see the anger building in the young dragon and grinned to himself. All dragons had to learn this lesson eventually - his own training from his father had not been easy also. "You would not last two minutes in real combat" He rolled his paw back and forth slowly "Or is there a dragon in there after all? Perhaps it wants to be a soft human?" Tomako's talons dug into the forest floor in anger "!!" he growled, straining against the paw. "And now you grow angry, feeling helpless and weak" Nokala released his paw and stepped back swiftly. Tomako launched himself up from the ground at him, paws extended and talons out, genuinely intending to cause as much damage as he could. Meeting him head on, Nokala used his bulk to shove him aside with a grunt. A wildly flailing paw ripped a ragged foot-long tear in his chest in passing but he swung hard, striking the younger dragon hard on the flank with both paws clenched. Tomako hit the ground with a thud that shook the forest floor but rolled onto his feet once more and hissed defiance at the adult who merely laughed and taunted him once more. "A puny human could do more damage - think where you need to strike" Tomako's eyes narrowed as he lowered his body and circled Nokala. It was obvious to the older dragon that the youngster was working on instinct now and needed more time and experience before he could think coherently during a fight. He did not want him injuring himself too soon however. Nokala's tail waved up and over, drawing Tomako's gaze with it and before he realized that he was being decoyed, hot breath was on his neck and he felt the pinch of powerful jaws as he was pinned once more. Letting out a wail of rage Tomako writhed under the unrelenting grip, weeping openly at the feeling of helplessness and flushed hot with the shame of failure. Nokala waited until he had slumped in defeat before releasing his grasp and settling back on his haunches and watching. A look of interest on his muzzle, mixed with a hint of pity. "You have promise" he murmured to the young dragon "as I said; you just needed the right motivation. I will teach you to fight if you wish. I also need to train James in how to best a dragon in combat" Tomako sniffed and wrenched himself upright slowly, not meeting Nokala's gaze "That was cruel" he muttered. Nokala gave a bark of laughter "And you think other dragons will care about that? They would rip your head off and steal your hoard while you were showing them round" Tomako looked shocked "B-but ...They are dragons..." Nokala nodded "You think that we are all civilized and honorable now? There are still those who feel we should be eating humans and running this world to our own desires" Tomako flushed with realization at where this conversation was going "Like my father?" Nodding slowly Nokala held out his paw and lifted his erstwhile opponent back onto his hindquarters. "Yes, but you have seen why we must not do that. We have too much to gain and too much to lose if we revert to savagery or pointless anger." Tomako shook himself vigorously, sending pine needles and leaves flying into the air and surrounding forest then looked at the bleeding tear on Nokala's chest "Sorry" he murmured. Nokala shook his head "No I'm the sorry one, I'm obviously getting slow" he chuckled and gave him a friendly cuff "It's going to be interesting training you and a human together" Tomako grinned and looked sidelong at the adult "I guess I've been wasting my time hitting drums when I should've been hitting other dragons?" Nokala gave him a look that spoke volumes "You gave yourself good muscles with the drumming, but you need to work on your focus. If you lose your temper, you will always lose to a more experienced opponent" They slowly walked through the forest, absently pushing aside trees that got in the way as they talked. "Would my father truly try and kill James?" Tomako asked at last, idly playing with a sapling. "Why don't you ask him that" the quiet reply came. "He should have been training you also, but perhaps he fears for his own position" Tomako stopped in his tracks "My father fears me? But..." "He fears many things, Why not his own son?" Walking slowly once more Tomako let that thought roll around in his head for a while in silence. Nokala let his senses take in the air and surroundings during the silence. He both heard and scented the various rustlings and murmurs in the bushes and burrows nearby as nervous fairies whispered to one another, carrying the news back to the anxious king. James nervously watched Janna as she bustled round the kitchen. He hadn't had the chance to really talk to her since his arrival and felt as though he was intruding on her personal space. It was odd to see a dragoness cooking though as everything was on a scale far outside his experience. The cauldron was large enough for several cows and all the utensils seemed like weapons rather than spoons and spatulas. On her part Janna was at a loss at how to treat the human, She knew that he had mated a dragoness and joined the clan but she felt that it went against her instincts and though she knew she shouldn't let it matter, it rankled that a puny human had won over a young dragoness. Trying to keep the sarcasm from her voice, she looked him over with a withering glare "Well I suppose you could make yourself useful" James could not help bowing respectfully "Id be glad to Lady Janna," he said pleasantly. She narrowed her eyes at him, unsure if he was being cheeky or sincere. "Humph, Well there are plenty of potatoes that need peeling" she pointed towards a corner bearing a looming mountain of spuds that dwarfed James. "Dragons eat potatoes?" he blurted out without thinking then flushing at his rudeness. "Why not? We can eat anything" Janna grinned, showing the human a set of teeth like a row of broken bottles. "We don't just eat meat - that would be boring" James gulped and nodded, moving over to the pile of vegetables and selecting one, pulled out his dagger and started whittling away the skin, sighing and wondering what was going on downstairs. Janna hummed quietly to herself and James tried to make out some of the words as she did so, carefully slicing the skin from the potato and thinking to himself. Cill groaned with effort as she felt the form slip away from her once more. It was an unpleasant feeling, as if she was melting and losing her skin prematurely. She could feel the sensation of skin though briefly and it was no less disquieting yet somewhat thrilling. Marre held up his paw and signaled for her to stop, he could see she was rapidly exhausting herself in her efforts and didn't want her to hurt herself or drain her mana to a point where it would require days to recover. "That's enough for now Cill," he said quietly, holding his paw out and helping her up carefully. "I told you it would take a lot of work and effort. Nevertheless, you have done well for your first attempt. I saw some skin form on your legs that last time" Cill nodded weakly and stood somewhat waveringly "I could feel it - but then it sort of - slid off" Marre nodded "It does feel strange at first but it will be worth it when you are able to change fully with only a little effort" Cill sat back on her haunches with a grunt "I hope so" she eagerly reached out for a flagon of water proffered by the elder and drank deeply. "It is good to see you so happy and in good condition" Marre remarked, running his practiced eye over her body, "They are obviously feeding you well in the keep" Cill swallowed the last of the water and grinned at him "Oh yes, there seems to be no shortage of food there and I even tried some bread though it stuck to my teeth a bit" She forbore from telling him about the ale - He would just laugh. "Just be careful not to try anything too exotic or spicy, ask me beforehand as I've pretty much tried everything the humans have come up with," Marre said with a grin as he leaned on his lounger. "You definitely want to stay away from some of the spices they use. It can lead to embarrassing results" he gave a delicate cough and looked away, his ruffs a little flushed. Cill narrowed her eyes "What sort of results?" she asked, leaning towards the mischievous elder. "Oh I doubt you'll run into any here, but in London and more sophisticated human areas will have plenty of new experiences for you" Cill nodded thoughtfully "I will have to visit human towns wont I? and eat their food in their shape - It will be strange" "It will be odd, but you must trust your mate and you will learn fast I am sure. In a way this visit from one of James's friends will allow you to test your ability in a more controlled setting" Cill nodded, thinking her mentor was correct but wishing he had phrased it less like an experiment with her as the sample. She startled herself by suddenly yawning hugely and feeling a wave of tiredness roll over her. "Ahh, I think it is time you returned home and got some rest - no playing around just yet on your own though. I don't want James running in here screaming at me when he sees your face melt off" Marre chuckled and yelled down to the kitchens for James who dropped the spud he was peeling back onto the pile and ran back up the ramp swiftly. "Time to take your mate home James, Give her a rubdown and put her to bed, she's had a tiring day" He grinned, as Cill seemed to sag and almost fall atop the human who propped her up on his shoulders and staggered a little at the weight "Yes Master Marre. Shall we come back tomorrow?" James said puffing a little. "Take a day off. She will need to recover her strength for another try and you need to practice your runes" Marre replied, "Giver her a good meal in the morning too" He winked at the human, startling him "It'll keep her in a good mood. Dragons get tetchy on empty stomachs and she'll he hungry from all the mana she's burned today" James made mental notes on this and nodded "Very good Master" and half dragged his tired mate towards the travel ring where she halfheartedly muttered the words and the pair flashed back home. Marre groaned and sank into his lounger once more "those two are just going to trouble...I know it" he muttered to himself as he heard Janna coming up the ramp with his supper. She placed it in front of him and he eyed it blearily "Why so many potatoes?"

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Title: Double Duty Tags: blonde, stuntwoman, big tits *The following fantasy is a work of fiction. It definitely contains coarse language and sexual situations, but that's the whole point, isn't it? This is a new storyline, and I suppose there could be some debate about which category to post it in, but since none of the characters involved are actually celebrities, I put it in Erotic Couplings. I hope you enjoy it. Please, let me know your thoughts, and if these two should continue.* \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ I'm such a putz. No, really, I always end up agreeing to do things I don't really want to do. That night in the bar, for example. I don't even drink, so what the hell was I doing in a bar. I hate bars ; they're loud, smokey (even though they're not supposed to be), and full of idiots who think the only way to have a good time is to get wasted enough that they can't remember anything anyway. I know, I know... I shouldn't pussyfoot around it, and tell you what I really think, right? Well, I guess I should be happy for the way things turned out, but at the time... Not so much. I work with a bunch of guys at my office that tend to socialize together. Because I don't drink, I tend to be on the periphery of their circle of friends. Not far enough away from centre to avoid being drafted as designated driver, however, and not confrontational enough to decline their thinly veiled invitation. At least it wasn't going to cost me anything, except an evening of time. The bar of choice for my 'friends' had a policy of providing designated drivers with complimentary non-alcoholic beverages. They gave out an I. D. card, which you just showed the bartender, and you were all set. So, here I was, sitting in my chair, nursing a large Coke, and watching my office cohorts hitting on every woman in the joint (unsuccessfully, I might add) and getting blotto. This was fun, right? I heard a slurp from my glass, and looked down to see that I had sucked up the last of my drink. Time for a refill. I weaved my way through the crowd, and flashed my 'keep your friends out of jail free' card, from arms length. The area around the bar was crowded, but I slithered through a crack in the mob, and got into a pocket right in front. I reached for the glass the bartender put on the counter, only to find it snatched up by the delicate hand of a blonde woman. She had her back to me, letting me check out her ass, which appeared quite nicely shaped, firm and athletic. Actually, her arms and shoulders had the same strong, toned quality. Her blonde hair, softly wavy and lustrous, contrasted against the snug black of her tank top. "Excuse me," she said, loud enough to be heard over the din without sounding angry. "I think this is regular... I asked for diet, please?" she asked handing the glass back. The bartender looked at me, knowing it had been my glass, and his eyes flicked back to her for a second. He was right. Without saying a word, he'd told me I should talk to her, and had given me the perfect conversation starter. "I think that was mine," I said, leaning closer to her ear from behind, so I wouldn't have to yell. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, finally turning to face me. Funny, when I got up this morning, the last thing on my mind was what I'd say if I came face to face with Scarlett Johansson. *Talk about poor preparation*. Okay, I'll admit I was staring, and she smiled. "I really hate to burst your bubble," she laughed, "but I'm not her." She held her hand out to shake mine. "I'm Bailey... Bailey Lewis." I took her hand clumsily, still staring and searching for my power of speech. A big, burly guy stepped in behind her, and glared at me. "Is this guy bugging you, Bails?" he growled. He was a side of beef with feet, and had the muscle tone of a marble statue. I now knew why my friends had avoided this area of the bar. *Here there be monsters*. "Too early to tell, Keith," she giggled, still shaking my hand, "he hasn't said anything yet." The bartender pushed a glass of pop in front of each of us, about the time I recovered my senses. I took my glass, and held it up. "Very nice to meet you, Bailey Lewis," I said. She picked up her glass and clinked it with mine, raising her eyebrows in an unspoken question. "Oh, yeah... Eddie Morrison. You know... I think you're prettier than she is. You have the most beautiful blue eyes." She was still holding my hand. "No Keith, he's not bothering me at all," she said, turning her head to wink at the behemoth. "Go back to your drink." She moved a little closer to me. "That was a *really* good line, Eddie Morrison," she smiled. "No," I replied, "that was the truth. The resemblance... Is it an act of nature, or cultivated?" "Truthfully, a bit of both," she admitted, "but there's a very good reason for the cultivation. I don't know if I should tell you though." "No problem. It was very nice to meet you," I repeated, "and I meant what I said about your eyes." I raised my glass again, and went back to my friends. *I was either playing it cool, or being an idiot, by walking away. Only time would tell*. As it happened, time didn't take long to decide. My seat was facing in the general direction of hers, at the bar, but a constant swarm of patrons milling about between us made watching her impossible. Still, I kept casting glances in her direction, and was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of her through the crowd. Even more fortunate was the fact that she was looking at me when I did. The crowd parted long enough for us to make eye contact, and for her to smile, raise her nearly empty glass and tilt her head suggestively. I'm no expert on women, but it seemed that I was being given an opportunity here. I chugged the remainder of my drink, and worked my way through the resurgent crowd. I was glad to see that she seemed happy to see me stepping into the gap beside her, and perching on the stool. "So, Bailey Lewis, what's new?" I asked, with a smile. "Anything interesting?" "I've decided to tell you my secret, if you still want to hear it," she laughed. "First, though, tell me something about Eddie Morrison. What brings you here tonight?" I flashed my Designated Driver card at the bartender, who refilled my glass. She did the same, and we tapped cards together in a symbolic toast. "Those are your friends?" she asked, gesturing in the general area where my workmates were trying to outdo each other for alcoholic consumption. "Yeah, sort of. We work together, and I got drafted to make sure they get home in one piece, no matter how much they try not to," I answered with a grimace. "Similar story for you?" "Pretty much. I'm not much of a drinker anyway, but I have a big gig tomorrow, so I definitely wouldn't be doing anything tonight. The guys knew that, and asked if I'd keep them safe, which is really kind of funny, given my job." The bait had been cast, and I was playing the role of the trout, while Bailey, the sexy angler, looked at me with a hopeful sparkle in those big blue eyes. "Okay," I said, swallowing the hook, "You have a gig? Doing what? What's your job?" I didn't even get to the question of a 120 pound woman protecting a guy who easily weighed twice that much. Almost three times. "Well, the answer to that also tells you why I look like Scarlett," she laughed, allowing me to figure it out. *Hmmmm,* I thought. *She could be a lookalike... a celebrity impersonator, but that wouldn't explain her reluctance to drink. That really only left one answer.* "So I will guess you're in the film industry?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. "Very good. I like a man with a good head on his shoulders," she smiled, and leaned closer, "and another one between his legs!" A wink. *And I like a woman who says things like that!* "You're too athletic to be just a stand in. Stunts?" I continued. "Ooooooo, you're good!" she giggled, clinking her glass against mine again. "Actually, I do both for her. I'm a couple of inches taller than she is... and a little bit, ahem, bigger," she said, pulling her shoulders back to display her chest, "but she doesn't mind looking better on screen. We've been together for several years now, and she always wants me on her movies." I was listening, but my eyes had lingered for a few extra seconds on her chest, which was really quite nice. Usually one of the first things I notice on a woman, I can only assume it was her spectacular eyes that fooled me. "So that was you kicking ass in Iron Man? And the Avengers?" I laughed, replaying it in my head. Mostly I was imagining her in that Black Widow catsuit. Holy shit, she looked hot in it! "Yeah, that was me, the parts that weren't done digitally, anyway. Actually, the digital bits are me, too... at least, my movements, if not my actual body." "That was some outfit!" I growled, smiling back at her. "Still have it?" I laughed, nudging her shoulder. "Maybe," she giggled, giving me a coy smile, "I'm really popular at Halloween! Seriously, if you like that look, you'd love the Mo-Cap stage." "Mo-Cap?" I asked, puzzled and intrigued at once. "Motion-Capture," she clarified. "Big open stage, with these cameras all around that track the markers on our suits as we go through the motions. Computers use the markers to create a digital skeleton, then put the animated character's body on the skeleton. There's a lot more to it than that, but that's the general idea. Believe it or not, I didn't actually have a fight with an alien on a flying sled, racing through and above the streets of New York. That was a lot of work. Some actual footage, some Mo-Cap, all put together. Kind of fun." "So, I'd like it there?" I asked. "Yeah. Skin tight leotards, with green ping pong balls stuck on them as tracking markers. Sexy as hell, in a Tron kind of way." She leaned closer. "Especially the markers on the boobs. I swear the person who designed the suits was a man!" Now, how can you listen to a woman describe that, without seeing it? I imagined her athletic form, wrapped in a second skin of black Lycra...that incredible ass...those delicious breasts...green ping pong balls on the nipples. Strangely erotic. I filed the image away. "So these guys with you... stunt performers, too? Even the hulk?" "I'll tell him you said that!" she laughed. "He'll take it as a compliment! No, Keith is with Set Security, but Stevie and Ricardo are fellow 'crash dummies'," she said, pointing to the other two well built guys at the table with Keith. He was chatting to a cute brunette, and she was pawing one of his gigantic biceps, obviously entranced by the beefcake. I looked back to Bailey, who was licking her lips unconsciously, and looking at me with a hungry expression. Up close like this, she really didn't look like Scarlett, at least, not as much as she did from across the room. The hair, the lips and the cheekbones were very close, but the eyes were very different, and in my opinion, much prettier. I took a chance, and leaned closer, tilting my head as if to kiss her. Would she meet me halfway? She smiled, and touched her lips to mine softly, a quick introductory peck that piqued my interest even more. "What's your gig tomorrow, then?" I asked, staying very close to her. She didn't pull away. "Ah, yes... Well, tomorrow, Ricardo over there is going to hit me with a car," she said, as calmly and easily as if she was discussing the weather. "Nothing I haven't done before. We will, however, make every effort to get it right in one take. I hate getting bounced twice." "So what makes a pretty girl like you go into that business?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Sometimes I ask myself that same question!" she chuckled. "Started as a Production Assistant on local movies where I lived at the time, then somebody noticed me, and that led to some stand in work, then a few simple stunts. A stunt director took me under his wing, and now I'm here. Pretty cool, really. I get to hang out with some pretty neat people... Scarlett's a dear to me... I travel a fair bit, and the money's decent. Never a dull moment." "I'll bet," I replied, still watching her eyes, which I found intoxicating. We were still very close together. Suddenly a massive shadow blocked out the sun... or the overhead lights, anyway...as Keith came up to order another round. "Everything cool, kiddo?" he rumbled menacingly. "Yeah, it's all good," she said, still looking at me. "I have an idea. What are you doing tomorrow morning, Eddie?" "I had no plans, other than inspecting the inside of my eyelids. What did you have in mind?" I asked, hoping it involved being close to her again. "Want to come watch me work? You might find it interesting, and we can talk more," she suggested. "Once I'm done doing my impression of a rubber ball, I'll be free for the day." "Where and when?" I replied eagerly. She turned to her huge friend. "Do you have a card, K?" she asked, and he fished one out of his pocket. She took the pen he offered, too, and scribbled a few lines of text on the back. She handed it to me. "Will you take care of him, tomorrow, big guy?" Keith nodded. "Call me when you get there," he said, now smiling at me and extending a hand approximately the size of a canned ham, into which mine disappeared quickly. "My number's on the front. See you tomorrow." He slapped me on the back, a bit too hard for my taste, but probably as gentle as he could be, given his size. It appeared that I had been accepted. We talked for a little while longer, until one of my friends wobbled over to us. "There you are!" he slurred. "Hey! Who's the babe?" "I'm sorry," I said quietly to Bailey, "but I think I'd better perform my job here. Designated Driver to the rescue!" I said with appropriate, superhero grandeur. She laughed, and crooked her finger at me. I had stood, but now moved closer again. "I'll see you tomorrow," she whispered, "but I wanted to give you something to think about, until then." Those eyes sparkled again, and she planted another kiss on me, this one decidedly more than just a peck, with her tongue burrowing into my mouth eagerly. I heard my friend starting to make some comment that I was sure would kill the mood, and elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up. Bailey finally pulled back. "Will that do?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. All I could do is smile, and nod. \*\*\* I woke up early, before my alarm went off. Even my subconscious mind was eager to spend the day with Bailey. Shower, shave, dress and breakfast...I was out the door early, driving to the address she had given me. I parked nearby, and placed the call as I walked back. "You got Keith," the voice rumbled. "Hey, Big Guy," I laughed, "How's your hangover? It's Bailey's friend, Eddie...from last night, at Donahue's? Remember me?" "Sure do. Where you at?" he growled. "Walking in from a couple of blocks away. Can I get you anything on my way? You want a coffee?" Yes, I was sucking up. It never hurts to be extra nice, especially when the person in question is a fucking gorilla, and stands between you and a beautiful woman. "Sure. Grande Americano with hazelnut syrup. Thanks. Call me again when you get close." The phone went dead, thankfully before I could make any comment on his surprisingly girlish taste in coffee. I wasn't expecting the hazelnut thing. Keith's coffee in hand, I waited until he parted the crowd at the entrance, to join him. He led me in, handing me a guest pass on a lanyard as he did. "Thanks, bud," he thundered, taking the drink from my hand. "Bails is doing her safety prep and walk through now, so you can't talk to her, but she reserved a seat for you." Keith led me through the labyrinth of cranes, dollies and other doodads, finally pointing to a folding chair parked off to the side of a camera rig the size of a Volkswagen. I took my seat. Bailey looked up from her planning, and smiled, giving me a finger wave. She was beautiful to watch, oozing confidence. This was her world, and she knew exactly what she was doing. I had never actually been behind the scenes at a movie like this before, and it was fascinating. The thing I found most interesting was how much stuff... cameras, boom mikes, gaffers, reflectors, and all manner of cables...was just inches out of the camera's view, yet we as viewers, think that it's just us watching. "Quiet on the set!" someone yelled, and the second-unit director pointed. "ACTION!" A bronze 1969 Dodge Coronet came speeding down the block, screeching into a four wheel drift as it flew around the corner, just as the character played by Bailey Lewis, playing the role of Scarlett Johansson playing the character, stepped off the curb. Bailey /Scarlett froze, then dodged the Dodge to the left, leaving a smashed passenger side of the windshield in her wake as she flew in a shallow arc over the car's roof . She landed in a pile of cardboard boxes, which hid the crash pad underneath. Dust, dirt and bits of glass flew wildly about, and the car continued on its way. "Cut!" the director yelled, and the small crowd people on the scene, myself included, broke into applause. It not every day you get to see a pretty blonde woman bounce off the hood of a speeding car, and not end up spending the day giving statements to the police. Even better that the same pretty blonde rolls to a stop, stands up and dusts herself off, undamaged. A few people stepped in quickly to check on Bailey, patting her on the back and exchanging high-fives. I was still applauding when she walked over to me, and did a little curtsey in acknowledgement. She smiled, and waved me closer. I stepped in, and she took my hand. We hugged, and I could feel the layers of padding and armour under her costume. "That was amazing!" I bubbled enthusiastically. "Doesn't it hurt to get hit like that?" "Well, I could claim superhuman strength, but the truth is...it only looks like the car hits me. It's a glancing blow, but from the camera's point of view, it looks worse," she explained. "The landing is the hardest part." The wardrobe people showed up, and collected her costume, which she shed without modesty in front of me, leaving her in her pads and a one piece undergarment that covered her from the neck down. "Follow me, please," she chirped. "I need to ditch this protective gear, have a shower, and then I'd like to get some lunch." I followed, watching her ass wiggle in the protective skin, and several people stopped us along the way to congratulate Bailey on her successful stunt. It took us about five minutes to reach her trailer. "Have a seat, Eddie," she said as we stepped in. "There are drinks in the fridge, and some snacks." She vanished around the corner. I had never been in a movie trailer before, either. Part lounge, part makeup room, part apartment, it had interesting stuff everywhere. I opened the fridge, and grabbed a coke, then took a seat. That's when I noticed the mannequin. It was standing in the corner, and while it didn't have a head, hands, or feet, it certainly bore a striking resemblance to someone who had recently made my acquaintance. I had stood, and was taking a closer look, when Bailey walked in, wearing a robe, with her gear over her shoulder. "Ah, l see you've met my doppelganger. She's where I customize my gear, as most of it is not made for a girl my size," she laughed. "I usually don't let people in here when she's naked. She's shy." Well, I could only see one reason for that. Apparently, this was not a generic, stock item from the mannequin factory. The body molded in fibreglass before me was undoubtedly the twin to the one under the robe. Made me wish I'd noticed it right away. Staring at the fibreglass tits now would be obvious. So would fondling them. She self consciously turned the dummy away from my gaze with a giggle, but that just showed me her ass, too. "Sorry," I apologized. "Just messing with you," she laughed again. "I'm going to hit the shower. Can I trust the two of you alone?" I walked over, turned the mannequin out to face front, and put my arm around 'her' shoulders. I smiled. "No," I replied. Bailey laughed hysterically. She was still laughing when she disappeared into the bathroom. I took my seat, and sipped my drink, casting a more than occasional glance at the facsimile of Bailey's body. Very. Nice. Tits. A voice called to me from the bathroom. "Eddie? Can you do me a favour?" "Sure Bailey. What do you need?" I answered, standing and taking a few steps toward the open door. "Are you close?" she asked, over the sound of the shower. "Yes... Just outside the door. What can I do for you?" "Wash my back? Please?" she giggled. Okay, that got my attention. I took another step, peeking around the door jamb. Yup, there she was...one naked, dripping wet, athletic, blonde beauty...in all her glory, peering around the edge of the glass shower door. As if the invitation wasn't evidence enough, she added two words that clarified the situation completely. "I'm horny," she said. "On my way," I replied, beginning to shed clothes at an accelerated rate. It only took me a few seconds to get as naked as she was, and I joined her in the shower, where she was standing under the warm stream of water with her eyes closed, awaiting my touch. Just where to touch first...that's the question, given she was starkers, gorgeous, and eager. I decided a kiss would be a fine place to start, and as my lips brushed hers, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and held me close, pressing her deliciously firm, wet body against me. The kiss heated up, passing the temperature of the water quickly, as our tongues tangled playfully. She pulled back, and stared at me with those beautiful blue eyes, adorned with droplets of water on the lashes, then spoke. "I hope you don't mind," she whispered, kissing me once more. "I always get pretty worked up on days when I have a job to do, and afterwards, I need to release the tension. Over the years, I've found nothing relaxes me like a really good orgasm. I know that sounds obvious, but I found that I couldn't get myself off quite the way I needed." She smiled, and continued. "So, that's your job. You are now part of my tradition. Take me to bed, and fuck me until I can't stand up. Unless you don't want to?" A mischievous grin crossed her face. Now, as an unattached, single male, the likelihood of me 'not wanting to', was somewhere between zero and 'are you fucking kidding me?', so she was pretty safe in her assumptions. I felt her warm hand wrap around my dick, which had already decided not to let her down, standing straight out. "Ooooooo, nice cock, Eddie Morrison! I'll take this as a 'yes'! " she laughed, giving it a few tugs of encouragement. She turned her back, and nestled my hard dick between the cheeks of her ass, wiggling it playfully. As I wrapped my arms around her from behind, planning to cup those pretty tits of hers, I noticed the bruises on her back, near her left shoulder. "Ouch!" I whispered. "That looks painful. Is that today?" "Yeah..." she replied, shaking her head, "... I missed my takeoff point by a few inches, and caught a little more of the car than I'd hoped. It looked good, though, right?" "Oh yeah!" I laughed. "Never saw a human fly quite that way before!" I leaned in, and kissed her boo boo. She felt it and giggled. "Ooooooo, thank you. All better now!" My hands slid up her wet body, and finally stopped when I was serving as a human bra. I hefted the globes gently. She really did have nice tits. "Any other places I should kiss?" I asked, fondling her softly. "Everything okay up front?" "Hmmmm, maybe you should cover all the bases, just in case," she whispered, turning slowly, "Better safe than sorry... " Her mouth pressed in again, and her tongue dipped demandingly into my mouth. "Mmmm, you're a good kisser, Eddie Morrison," she purred playfully, "I assume you know how to use that dick?" "I muddle through," I replied, kissing her neck. She tossed her head back. "Well, I need you to 'muddle through' me," she hissed. "Take me to bed and muddle me over and over. Muddle me real good!" "Will that be before, or after lunch?" I asked, still nibbling her neck. "Decisions, decisions," she whispered, "I think...both." She turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel. "Lock the door, please. I'll be in bed." Right. I grabbed a towel myself and was drying madly while I walked into the other part of the trailer. I found the lock on the door, and clicked it, then turned back to join her in the bedroom. Perhaps 'bedroom' was an overstatement. Apparently, sleeping was the last item on the trailer designer's priority list. More of a closet, with a mattress wedged in from wall to wall, it was big enough to catch a nap on, and marginally big enough for two, but hardly a room at the Ritz. If this was their sleeping arrangements, I suppose that having sex wasn't even considered. Still, it was a horizontal surface, and soft enough to be somewhat comfortable, so it would do. Hell, I'd probably have agreed to fuck her on a bed of nails, if she wanted to. Anyway, I stood at the door, looking at Bailey, who was laying on her side, holding the sheet aside for me. "Care to join me?" she asked, smiling brightly. I did, so I did, easing in beside her, and into her embrace. She kissed me again, then spoke again. "Seriously, Eddie, I don't want to make assumptions about you, and I don't want you to think I'm just using you. If you don't feel good about this, I understand." I can't say I'd ever had a gorgeous, naked woman say anything like that to me, before. "Thanks, Bailey, but I think I will go along with you for now," I laughed. "I am willing to provide my services as a tension releaser." I was smiling. "Oh thank God!" she giggled, "because I am so horny, and you appear to have such a nice cock!" We wrapped each other in our arms again, and kissed ardently. Just listen to the media, and they'll tell you that Scarlett Johansson is the most beautiful woman alive. I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers, but I had a difficult time believing she was any more desirable as a bedmate than the woman in my arms right now. Her body was so smooth, firm and strong. She was an athlete, after all. Then there were her eyes, an icy blue colour that went perfectly with her hair. I was currently busy fondling her very sexy breasts, and she was moaning her delight. A perfect handful, her firm, round globes were capped by thick, stubby nipples and tightly puckered areolas. They were magnetically drawing my lips to them, but Bailey had a handful of her own, and before I could latch on to one of her yummy nubs, she was heading south, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I watched, staring into those incredible eyes as her mouth opened wide, and slowly swallowed my dick. I squinted slightly. *So, that's what Scarlett would look like sucking my cock*, I thought. I know, I shouldn't have thought it...I should have just enjoyed the moment, and the pleasure Bailey was giving me, but I, like so many millions of other men, had looked up at the big screen, and wondered what those plump, luscious lips would look like sliding up and down my dick. Bailey made her living, at least partially, by standing in for the actress, and that's sort of what she was doing now. Fantasies are fun, but I wasn't stupid enough to vocalize any of those thoughts. *No, I'd keep them to myself*. Bailey was sucking and stroking with a purpose now, the wet sloppy sounds of her mouth filling the small room. I think every guy must do the same mental gymnastics when a woman takes a place between his legs. You need to discern... without asking the question, of course... whether the oral attention you're about to receive is a preparatory, teasing activity, or a straight up, empty your balls freely, don't hold back blowjob. Misreading the signs can lead to hurt feelings and, depending on the woman, a quick end to the festivities. Nothing spoils the mood faster for a princess than an unexpected, unwanted mouthful of hot cum. Fortunately, I didn't need to worry. Bailey was staring into my eyes, sucking furiously, with her hands a blur of twisting strokes on my shaft, leaving no question that this was a BLOWJOB, pure and simple. She was moaning, encouraging me to cut loose and marinate her tonsils at my leisure, and that time was getting very near. "Oh shit, gonna cum, Bailey!" I grunted. She moaned again, a long, drawn out 'mmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm'. "Gonna cum, gonna cum, GONNA... AHHHHHNNN!" *Wow! I mean, really...wow!* Not twenty minutes ago, I was waiting for Bailey while she was taking a shower, thinking we were going to lunch, and hoping to get the opportunity to sample her tasty lips again. Now, those lips had just brought me to a mind numbing orgasm, and swallowed every drop. *Things change fast*. Since she had just sucked all the starch out of my stiffy, I needed a little time to recover. I didn't bring anything to read with me, so I'd need to find something else to occupy a few minutes. Maybe Bailey could suggest something? Her legs were spread wide, and she was pointing at her cunt. My god, I thought, now that's a very pretty little kitty, smooth and bare save for a playful tuft of blonde curls on her mons, just above her clit, which was quite large and prominent. When she was sucking my cock, I didn't really notice how she had to contort her body to fit in the tight confines of the 'room'. I just laid back and let her take me to heaven. Now, I was the licker, so I had to find a way to make it work. I dragged her toward the entrance, taking a place on my knees on the floor. Bailey placed her feet on the door frame, like putting her feet in the stirrups at the doctor's office. *Well, the doctor is in.* I kissed her clit, softly. "Oh Eddie," she whispered, "you have no idea just how much I love being licked." "Well, why don't you tell me about it, then?" I replied, diddling her pouty lips with the tip of my tongue. "I'm all ears." "Mmmmm, I'm not used to having lines when I perform, but I'll try," she giggled. I caressed her clit, sucking it gently. "Oh god, that's a very good place to start!" For someone who professed to be a silent performer, she was surprisingly loquacious, unleashing a constant stream of moans, groans, and words of encouragement. My tongue was occupied, so it wasn't much of a conversation, but I was able to agree with most of her comments. "Uh huh, that's it, baby...I like that," she breathed. "Oh fuck, yes, oh here it cums, I can feel it! Oh yes, suck my clit, please...yes, it's cumming, it's cumming...Oh FUCK...CUMMING! NGAHHHHHN! YESSSSS!" A deluge of tasty pussy gravy flowed freely from her snatch, and I slurped it up diligently. Bailey laid back, catching her breath. She rummaged under her pillow, and came out with a string of condoms. She tore one off, and handed it to me. "Present for you. Sorry, I didn't have time to wrap it," she whispered. "I think it's self wrapping," I replied, with a smile, tearing it open. "Now I feel guilty ; I didn't get you anything." She laughed. "Oh yes you did!" she hissed, watching me roll the rubber onto my rejuvenated shaft. "And you just wrapped it for me!" The puns were flying. She wasted no time, swinging her leg over me, and sitting up, with her hand guiding my dick toward her juicy cunt. "I'll bet this fits in here fine," she laughed. "You've already unwound me quite nicely, thank you...but now I want to get fucked!" She dropped her body slowly, spearing herself with a sigh, until her pussy was full. "Oh yes...very nice cock, Eddie Morrison!" I laid back now, and let her please herself, riding me with a gleeful lilt to her moans. She rested her hands on her thighs, and established a nice rhythm of firm, aggressive strokes, her ass slapping loudly against my hips. Her beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts did an enticing little dance, quivering, jiggling and bouncing before my gaze. She saw me watching intently. "My, my, Eddie," she whispered, "you certainly seem focused right now. Tell me...do you like my tits? Do you like the way they move?" She squeezed her arms together, making the generous globes bounce more with a few especially rambunctious thrusts, and awaited my response. "Bailey, I love your tits!" I didn't feel the need to scrimp on the praise. "Your breasts are so sexy, so perfect...and yes, I love the way they move!" "Thank you," she said, accepting the compliments graciously. "I like them, too, and I like it when I see the appreciation in your eyes. Thank you." She rode herself to a nice, gentle orgasm a few minutes later, and rolled off, trading places with me wordlessly. My cock was welcomed back into her pussy with a contented groan, and she pulled my lips to hers. "Please, baby, just one more," she asked, caressing my face gently and looking deep into my eyes. "Fuck me so nice, and make me cum one more time. Please." *How could I say no?* It didn't take me long to find a pace that was sustainable for me, and pleasing for her. Okay...it was pretty pleasing for me, too, my cock sawing in and out of her warm, wet cunt, feeling her muscular feminine sheath gripping my shaft so tight. We were very compatible, deriving pleasure from each other to the point where we both neared our peak together. Her breathing was ragged and rapid. "Oh yes, baby, that's it. Fuck me, baby," she whispered, "getting close. Will you cum with me?" I nodded. Her eyes widened, then screwed shut, and she moaned, as her pussy clutched my intruding member. She came hard, but when she felt me gushing inside of her, filling the condom, her grimace of orgasmic joy morphed into a smile. "Mmmmm, yes, cum in me baby. I Love that feeling. So intimate, and sexy. Even better without the rubber, but..." "Shut up and kiss me," I laughed. She did. It was lovely. \*\*\* There was a knock on the trailer door. We'd been laying quietly in each other's arms for nearly half an hour, before finally stirring, and getting ready to go for lunch. "Would you get that, please, Eddie?" Bailey called. She was still getting dressed, but I was fully clothed. I stepped out of the bedroom, and unlocked the door. I swung it open. *What's with this place?* I thought. *Does everyone look like Scarlett Johansson?* For the second time in the last twelve hours or so, I found myself face to face with the actress...or someone that looked like her. This one appeared to be the real deal, but I had been fooled before. I still had nothing to say. "Just checking on my girl," the sexy blonde said, looking up at me. "May I come in?" I was still having trouble engaging my power of speech, so I just stepped aside. She pulled herself up the steps, into the trailer. "Hi, I'm Scarlett," she said, extending her hand. The next line was obvious, and mine, but I was still stalled. "You are?" she prompted, as I took her hand. It was soft. "Um, Eddie," I replied, at last. She smiled. "Nice to meet you, Eddie. Is Bailey decent? Ah, speak of the devil!" she giggled, as Bailey walked in. The two blonde beauties hugged. "I'm sorry I wasn't at your gig this morning. Frigging publicity crap to do. I heard it went well?" "I guess you could say that. Not perfect, but I heal fast," Bailey laughed. "Might result in a minor re-shoot on one of your scenes, but the DOP was happy, so I guess it looked good." "I'll say!" I laughed, finally finding my voice. "She bounced off the hood of that car like a blonde rubber ball." "So, you were there, Eddie?" Scarlett asked, a twisted little grin on her face. "Yeah," I answered. "Bailey invited me." I suddenly had the feeling that the real reason for my presence here was not a secret, at least not to everybody. "Well, welcome to the family," she laughed, shaking my hand again. I looked at Bailey, who shrugged. "Like I said. She's known me for years," she said, smiling widely. Part of me wondered how many men had filled my role in the past, but I'd just gotten laid, after having been gloriously blown earlier, so I was too relaxed to care. "We were just going to get something to eat. Care to come along?" Bailey asked. Scarlett looked at her watch. "Uh...yeah, I can do that. I've got about ninety minutes before I need to be in makeup," she smiled. "Let's go." "Lion Head?" Bailey asked. "Ooooooo, yeah, I like it there!" Scarlett bubbled. With that, the three of us headed out. Bailey hooked my left arm in hers, and about a dozen steps later, Scarlett had done the same with my right. I kept on looking around for Alan Funt, and the Candid Camera crew. Maybe Ashton Kutcher was punking me. This was NOT a normal day for me, as I hardly ever had sex with a beautiful woman, then went to lunch with an actress. Maybe it would become a more frequent occurrence. *I could dream*. I really hoped there was a paparazzi around to capture this moment for posterity. My friends would never believe it. Most of them didn't even remember last night, so they didn't know who Bailey was, or why she looked the way she did. The walk to the restaurant was about ten minutes, and I just walked in silence, letting the girls talk around me, and trying to keep from smiling like a lunatic. When we arrived, we went right in. Since the studio was very nearby, the management of the restaurant kept a separate dining area for the 'stars'. Knowing they could be seated quickly and quietly made them more likely to use the restaurant, and knowing there were likely celebrities inside kept a lineup of people waiting to get in. It was a win-win. As soon as we were seated, Scarlett spoke up, telling the waitress what she wanted, and that this meal should get charged back to the studio, under her name. "Just in case I have to run," she laughed. "You two have all day, but I have to be back in an hour or so." "Well, thank you...um," I said, "I feel like I should call you Miss Johansson. Is that weird?" Both Bailey and Miss, um, Johansson laughed. "Yeah, it is. While I appreciate your respect, please, just call me Scarlett," she said, smiling. "May I ask a favour, Scarlett?" I asked quietly. "Certainly," she replied. "Would you allow me to take a picture of the two of you?" I begged. "My friends won't believe me when I tell them this story. "Oh, you can't tell them," Bailey warned, "or we'll have to kill you!" She didn't flinch. I looked at her, surprised. I glanced at Scarlett. She stared at me coldly. "Like she said," she pointed at Bailey, then dragged her finger across her throat. "Dead meat." It was only a few seconds, but I'm sure the look on my face said it all. I bought it. Well, she was an actress, after all. They both laughed. "Gotcha!" Bailey giggled, high fiving the actress across the table. "Whew!" I laughed, wiping my brow. "Yeah, you got me!" Scarlett waved to the waitress, who approached. "I think we can do better than just a picture of the two of us," she said. "Give her your phone." I did, and the ladies shifted around, taking places on either side of me. They each lifted my arm, and wrapped it around their shoulders. We became a three headed body, and I felt boobs pressing in from both sides. My blonde bookends smiled, and the waitress took a few images. "One more special one," Scarlett added, and counted down. "Ready? Three, two, one, now!" Both of them kissed me on the cheek, and the waitress got it. "Thank you," she said to the server, handing me my phone back. "Now, those are for you, only," Bailey warned, for real this time. "If I see them in the newspaper, I'll sick Keith on you!" I nodded, and crossed my heart. Scarlett's food arrived, and Bailey ordered her meal, while I quickly figured out what I wanted, then ordered mine. Lunch was pretty normal. Good, tasty, and other than the company and the incredulous looks of the other patrons, just like any other day. I mostly just listened, letting them talk shop, discussing a fight scene in a couple of days, in which Scarlett would be forced to do some closeup work. Having the actress here was fun...an unusual occurrence that would make for a great story...but Bailey was the reason I was here at all. She touched my hand several times during the meal. I liked it. Scarlett looked at her watch. "I need to go back soon," she whispered. "Right," Bailey nodded. "You want to handle that, Eddie?" "Sure," I replied. "Um, how?" Bailey smiled. "Call the hulk!" "Got it," I laughed, grabbing my phone. "Hey, Keith, it's Eddie...yeah, you're welcome. We're over at Lion Head...Bailey, Scarlett and me," I winced. *Should have given the actress top billing*. "Scarlett needs an escort back. Okay, see you in five." "You're fitting right in," Scarlett giggled, exchanging a look and a smile with Bailey. Before long, it suddenly got very dark in the room. "Ah," Scarlett said, "I know that shadow. Hi Keith." "Miss Johansson," he rumbled. "Ready to go?" "Yep," she said, standing. "Take care of my girl, and have fun," she whispered, looking at me. She started out the door. Keith reached over and stole a handful of my fries before he left. He winked too. \*\*\* We had quite the meal on Scarlett. By the time we were finished, I was feeling very full. "I think we'd better go for a little walk," I said quietly, "or I'm not going to be of much use to you, 'tension reduction' wise." Bailey nodded, wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and we set out. There was a nice, wooded park not far from the studio gates, and we ended up there, wandering slowly along the pathways. It was fun just being with her, listening to stories about her involvement in various films I had seen. "So, I guess I'll be paying closer attention to the credits when I go to the movies from now on," I smiled, as we sat on a bench under a tree. When she sat back, I saw her wince a little. "How's the bruise?" I asked. "Well, let's just say I know it's there," she replied, putting on a brave face. "Here," I said, waving her closer. "Lean on me. I've got to be softer than the hard wood of the bench." "Hard? Wood?" she giggled. "My goodness, what are you suggesting?" She leaned back against my side. "That's better, thank you." She turned her head and kissed me softly. "I like you Eddie. Would you like to spend some more time together? I'm here for about a month...maybe longer if the weather is uncooperative." "Yes, of course, I'd very much like to see you again," I replied, smiling. "I like you too." *What's not to like?* I thought. *Gorgeous, funny, sexy, interesting, stacked and thoroughly enjoyable company, she ticked all the boxes.* \*\*\* Bailey waved to the guard at the gate as we walked in, and steered me down a side alley, into one of the massive soundstages. "Where are we going?" I asked. The place was huge, easily big enough for a couple of airliners to park inside. "You'll see," she whispered, leading me by the hand through a maze of walls, halls and doorways. It was dark, but not black, in here, with a few small skylights providing enough ambient light to navigate. She seemed to know exactly where she wanted to go. Finally, we came around a corner, and she stopped. "Ta da!" she giggled, gesturing like Vanna White. We had reached a set that looked like something from Conan the Barbarian, or some similar 'castles, swords and sorcery' type of fare. The walls were stone, or made to look that way, and there was a big pit in the middle, about fifteen feet in diameter, filled with what appeared to be furs and silks. It was an orgy pit. "I thought we might be more comfortable here. The trailer will do in a pinch, but I like to spread out, if you'll pardon the pun." Her hands caressed my face, and she kissed me again. She could see my hesitation. I'd never made love alone in a building the size of a football stadium. It was far from cozy, and the prospect of getting caught had me a bit nervous. "This stage is out of use for a while, so no one comes in here, except at night, when the guards run their patrols," she reassured me. She started to peel her clothes off, starting with her top, a soft, long sleeved sweater that had made her boobs look so yummy during lunch. She was half naked before I even got started, and by the time I dropped my underwear on the pile of clothes, she was nestled deep in the furs. I joined her. "Ooooooo, this is comfy," I whispered, snuggling beside her and burrowing under the 'covers'. I'd never felt this much fur on my bare skin before. It was very sensual. "I like this! I'm going to have to build an orgy pit in my living room!" "I like it too," she giggled. Her bare breasts surfaced in the sea of fur, showing two very hard, very erect nipples. "See? Told you!" I cuddled next to her, and she rolled toward me, moving in for another kiss. Without the restrictions of her trailer walls to crash into, we rolled about, necking and groping each other like a couple of horny teenagers. I began to wonder what other surprises she might have up her sleeve, for future rendezvous. Bailey rummaged through the loose pelts, finally finding what she was looking for ; my cock. Her lips parted, and she gobbled the length of my shaft down her throat easily. This was fun. The fur, the feel of Bailey's lips on my cock...fucking on a movie set, in a movie studio...pretty cool. A few busty blonde slave girls short of a full orgy, but the one that was here was more than adequate for my needs. She sucked me for a few minutes, getting my dick nice and hard. She finally released me and crawled across to our clothes, where she fished in her pocket and came out with another condom, which she tossed to me with a smile. She stayed in place on all fours, obviously suggesting her position of choice, and once I had my little buddy dressed for action, I manoeuvred through the furs and took my place behind her. She was still quite adequately lubricated...hell, she was soaked...so I was easily able to slide home, not stopping until my balls were dangling against her clit. "Mmmm, that's very nice, Eddie. So deep and full," she moaned, "I've always loved getting taken like this. Fuck me, baby!" I gripped her hips, and began, gently shafting her to start, getting my balance and stance on the shifting mattress of animal skins under me. Once I was stable, I shifted gears, giving it to her harder. The muted 'slap, slap, slap' of my hips meeting her firm, sexy ass probably didn't carry very far. The same might not be true of her moans of pleasure, which were getting a little more robust, but she was adamant that we were alone here, so I deferred to her expert opinion. I enjoyed the feel of her muscular, athletic glutes flexing with the minor adjustments her body was making to keep her in place. Her butt was nearly as flawless and hard as the one on the mannequin in her trailer. It barely rippled at all, despite the increasing fury of my thrusts into her cunt. "Oh baby, your cock...wow...it does some really good things to my little pussy!" she gasped. "I think I'm going to cum!" I gave her a few particularly savage strokes, and she dropped her face into the 'covers', shrieking unintelligible words as she came. Her arms pulled her forward, until she was flat on her stomach, with me laying on top of her. She was gasping for air, and turned her head. "Off please," she asked. "I need to see you, feel you...hold you, kiss you. That was wonderful!" Once I lifted clear, she flipped herself over and spread her legs again with deceptive grace, welcoming me back happily. She held me close, hooking her legs around my hips and grinding her pussy over my cock. I could almost hear the violins. Well, we were on a movie set, so imagining a suitably romantic, orchestral soundtrack, to accompany our love scene, might be understandable. When I say love scene, I mean it. While our initial coupling would have been more appropriate for a porn movie, this part of the session was far more loving, with us rolling around in each other's arms. We never separated, sharing scorching kisses and moans of quiet passion, while taking turns being in the dominant top position. It was hot, sweaty, protracted, and unbelievably sexy. I have no idea how long we went at it, nor do I care. God, she was incredible, her body so firm and perfect, pressed tight against mine from top to bottom. My hands couldn't stop their eager exploration of her body's every inch, so smooth and curvy. I felt her shudder through at least three more orgasms, with accompanying ragged gasps of joy. There was just enough light to see her eyes, as they searched intensely around my face, following her gentle caresses. It was very, very intoxicating, and I would be more than happy to do this as often as she wanted. My orgasm left me exhausted, resting on Bailey's chest, while she lovingly stroked my back and shoulders. I was finally able to roll off her, and we snuggled together quietly. Then we fell asleep, holding each other. \*\*\* *What the fuck?* I thought. It suddenly got a lot brighter overhead, and I opened my bleary eyes to see the huge industrial light fixtures on the ceiling above us humming to life. There was a loud metallic 'clack', the sound of a circuit breaker being thrown, and more lights came on. "Shit!" Bailey whispered, leaping to her feet. She grabbed our pile of clothes from the rim of the pit, and dove back beside me. "Bury these," she said, handing me the pile, "then burrow under the furs and hide! Shhh!" My brain wasn't quite awake yet, so my reflexes and reactions were a little off. I sat there, dumb as a stump, and watched Bailey disappear into the massive pile of pelts. Only then did I really understand what was going on ; our cozy little fifty thousand square foot love nest had visitors, and they probably wouldn't understand our presence. I pulled a few furs aside, dumped the clothes into the hole, and threw a pelt on top. Now all I had to do was make myself disappear, too. I excavated a hole for myself, crawled in, and covered myself. Laying on my side, I could see through a crack in the pile. There was a flashlight flickering in the distance. "Are you hidden?" I heard, barely audible, from beside my head. "Yes," I whispered, equally softly. "Who is it?" "Probably some grips, getting a crane or something. It's cool," she breathed, "unless they walk through this pit, they'll never know we're here. Just relax, and stay quiet." It was a long, nerve wracking ten minutes, but finally, an engine was heard starting up. It revved higher, then moved away. About a minute later, the same loud metallic clunk that signalled the lights coming on was heard again, and all went dark. "Thank god!" she giggled quietly, uncovering her face. I did the same, but she didn't waste any time pouncing on me again, planting a voracious french kiss on me. It would appear that the prospect of getting caught turned her crank a little. The kiss lasted quite a while, before she let go. "Okay, that's enough danger and intrigue for today. Let's get out of here." Now we had a new problem ; how to find our clothes? I knew they general area where I'd stashed them, but the pit was big. It took a few minutes of feeling around before I hit something that felt familiar, which turned out to be Bailey's bra. Then I found my pants, and using my cell phone, which was in the pocket, as a flashlight, we were able to find everything else. Once dressed, we found our way out to the door, but Bailey stopped and pulled me to her for another kiss before proceeding. "Okay, baby," she whispered, "there's only one more question to answer before I walk you out to the gate." "What's that?" I asked. "Tonight? Your place or mine?" \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ *Thank you so much for reading. Please don't forget to cast your votes. I appreciate it. Comments or Feedback will help decide if or how this story continues, so please let me know what you think. Thanks.*

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Title: Falling for a lioness 2 Revenge of the fallen part 3 by Sindragon Tags: Cub, Disney, Feline, Human, Lion King, Lioness, Simba, Soulmates, 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 3 Playing in the Pridelands** --- **Back in the Pridelands** As me ,Zira and Simba were gone to see the Zulu tribes, Simba had left his mum in charge of the Pridelands since Shingi was pregnant at the time. While Sarabi and Nuka were off hunting with the other Lioness leaving Shingi,Ni ,Nala and Sarafina to look after the cubs of mine and Nala's. Makhosazana and Nkosiphendule were playing tag with Vitani as they used Sarafina as home. At the moment Vitani was it and she was chasing her 2 friends around the grown up lions. †Ha Ha cant catch us Tani. †both of the younger cubs giggles at the older cub. †You wann bet. †Vitani laughed, as she pick up her speed and making gap closer to the younger cubs. Both Nkosiphendule and Makhosazana screamed with laughter as they pick up the speed trying ,to get to Sarafina before they got tag by Vitani. Being born like a lion Nkosiphendule mange to get to Scarfina by running on 4 paws much quicker than his sister was, since she was running on 2 legs . As he climbed over and on top of Sarafina head watching his sister getting gain on by Vitani. Makhosazana was running at full speed her feet could caring her,and she only need to get few more meters to cover to be safe. But she then felt a thump of weight jump on her back causing her to crash to the ground with a thump, but she let out cry of pain for another reason. As she went to see what was hurting she saw a long claw mark on her skin ,which wasn't that deep but it still hurt and made Makhosazana to cry in pain from it. As blood started to leaking from the open wound., Vitani saw it first as started to cry as well she didn't mean to hurt her friend like that. †Makhosazana im sorry I didn't mean to hurt you im sorry .†Vitani said to her friend nuzzling her . †Vitani what happen ? .â€Sarafina asked the female cub looking down, gasping seeing the cut on Makhosazana arm She then look at Vitani ,as well who was crying knowing it was an accident . †We were playing add I caught her ,but claw scape her skin I didn't meant to hurt her im sorry .†Vitani tried to say in sobs, looking at the adult lioness thinking she would be punished for it. †Shh it ok I know it was an accident , you need to be more careful though there still younger than you and not used to rough play yet ok. â€Sarafina told Vitani reassuring it was ok. Vitani had stop crying and nodded her head, as they walk over to Makhosazana who still sniffing saying it was hurting. Sarafina then pulled the female cub into her paws as she, begin to clean the cut with her tongue while she sang a lullaby to Makhosazana to clam her down. †Hush little cub don't be sad , Ahadi is watching over you, to see you become a beautiful lioness, so hush little cub don't be sad im here for you always.†Sarafina finished with her small lullaby to her grand cub, how know was fast sleep in her paws. Sarafina smiled as she finished cleaning Makhosazana wound it now had stop bleeding ,and it didn't looked like to be infected. After Vitani knew that Makhosazana was ok , she then pounced Nkosiphendule as they played fight with each other but more careful. †Wasn't that one of the Lullaby, you sang to me mum when I was a cub mum .†Nala asked her mother, as she had finished abusing her father and had came over to see if her cub was ok. †yes it was Nala. †Sarafina said to her oldest daughter nuzzling her in greeting to her. Nala purred as she nuzzled her mother back as, she look back at her cub with worry at her mother. †Is Makhosazana ok mum.†Nala asked her mother licking her cub furlesss head , while looking at her mother with worry. †Yes just scratch darling it was only an accident ,from Vitani don't worry she ok. †Sarafina reassuring her oldest cub. Nala just smiled with a sigh she sat by her mum watching over her cub with her, Nala was very protective of Makhosazana for the main reason because of her difference compare to any other cub. Nala worried as well as I did that she could get bully, by the animals as well as other cub or adult lions. Also because she had no fur like her mum and more like me, she was lest protected from cut or bites compare to her brother. Though Nala and I loved our cubs as equals, as Nala was going to take an nap she herd a yelp of discomfit come from her dad. Nala and Sarafina laughs at poor Ni who was being chewed on by his daughter Shingi. Who was chewing on his ear while both Vitani and Nkosiphendule had join in the fun of abusing Ni ,by playing tug of war with it much to Ni annoyance. †Girls can you help pleases .†Ni begged his mate and daughter who just giggle at him. †Um no. †Both of the said laughing together making poor Ni grumble. As this was going on Makhosazana open her eyes letting out a mew to get there attention , as Nala look were her daughter was mewing at. She smiled seeing Nuka and Sarabi were returning with 2 large wildebeest on a few of the lioness backs to make it easer to carry back to Pride rock. †Well guys time for dinner .†Nala said to everyone licking her lips as she pick up Makhosazana from her mother, as the all head back to Pride rock to eat. **End chapter 3** **review and rate ^.^**

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Sekhmet Reborn: Cerberus Robby sat on the couch, eyes wide with fascination as he watched the drama unfold on the television set in front of him. He wasn't quite sure what the overall topic of the show was, but at the moment it was absolutely incredible. Apparently the woman was a sort of man-hating dominatrix who would seduce submissive men, dominate them, introduce sissification elements into the BDSM, and eventually have the men on hormone replacements, getting plastic surgery, and essentially having them turned into women. And then she'd dump them. He was in total awe of the whole situation, not only did the woman lure in guys who wanted to be hurt and controlled, but she took their masculinity from them and left them physically and mentally scarred freaks. "She's like pure evil." Robby said to himself. His mother turned her head in his direction for a moment, but it was only to pick up the bowl of popcorn. Susan tended to focus on one thing to complete immersion. She probably hadn't heard her son anyway. A loud sound essentially shook the house, making the glass of the windows quiver. It was loud enough to make Robby's dad look up from the newspaper crossword puzzle and peer out the window. "It's probably Jeff Jacobson with the damned muffler off his motorcycle again." Todd grumbled, "He ought to be more considerate about the rest of the neighborhood in regards to his midlife crisis." Susan shivered next to Robby, causing the youth to jump a little in surprise. A shiver went through him as well, the scent of something strange filling his nostrils. But just as soon as the weird smell appeared, it was gone. Robby scooted over a bit to the other side of the couch, directing a glare at his mother. She did something similar at movies. The 'startle' scenes always made her jump, and then she would reach out and grab whoever was nearby, be it her son or her husband, and make them jump too. He shook his head and concentrated on the TV. Susan handed the popcorn bowl back to her son. "I... I think I'm done with the popcorn." She said with a sigh. He nodded and took the popcorn back, absentmindedly munching on the salty snack. A new guest was introduced on the talk show, tall, well built, voluptuous, dressed in a bright green-blue that matched her hair. The crowd cheered as she did a striptease on the stage, pulling her top hard enough to send buttons flying. Robby's jaw dropped at the sight of what she was wearing underneath, a fishnet bra that showed bright green nipples. They... couldn't show that on TV. He looked to his parents, neither of whom seemed to notice anything wrong. Todd was occupied with the crossword puzzle still, and Susan didn't seem to notice anything wrong on the screen. Robby turned his gaze back to the TV, where the hot young woman was pressing her breasts together, bringing them up so she could run her tongue over her nipples. This was most definitely something that they shouldn't be showing on television, and being of the male persuasion and in his middle teen years, and in a position were neither of his parents seemed to neither notice nor care, he watched the performance eagerly, a grin on his face and a familiar stirring in his pants. His arousal was aided by a strange scent on the air, sweet and musky, and in a few moments there was quite a visible tent in his pants. A tent that continued to grow further beyond the normal size and tightness. Robby's cock throbbed painfully, demanding to be freed, to be stroked until sweet release. The tightness in his loins continued to build, though Robby tried to ignore it. He looked back to the TV as the green haired beauty kicked a leg up onto the chair, pulling up her skirt to show tight leather panties, and a huge cock poking out the top. Robby's eyes widened at the sight, and his mouth began to water. The image on the screen seemed to wink at him as the strange shemale began to stroke herself. "Oh gods..." Robby whispered, licking his lips. A soft moan drew his attention to his left. His eyes widened even further at the sight of his mother. Susan was fondling one of her breasts through her shirt and hand the other between her legs, rubbing herself through her jean shorts. "Gross, Mom." Robby said, a little disgusted, as he turned his attention to the beauty on the TV. He couldn't take it anymore and unzipped his fly, allowing his restrained cock to spring forward. Robby gawked at his cock; it was bigger than it was supposed to be, by a good couple of inches. It was colored funny too, bright red. Not the red-purple of cut off blood flow, but bright apple red. He bit his lip, looking over at his dad, who had folded up the newspaper and reclined in his chair, eyes on the TV screen, sporting a tent in his pants as well. Well... if his parents were playing with themselves in the middle of the living room, Robby's brain argued, he might as well join in on the fun. He looked over his cock, which was also shaped a bit weirdly as well as colored funny. It came to a point at the top and was thinner there than it was supposed to be, tapering down the length to a large, swollen bit at the base. A dog cock. Robby wrapped his fingers around his length, beginning to stroke himself. His gaze returned to the TV, where the sexy shemale had pulled her leather panties down and was now jerking herself off with one hand, while fingering her ass with the other. He began to stroke faster, attempting to keep pace with the shemale. He imagined that it was his cock in her ass, he could almost feel it. Her smooth body pressed back against him, a small tightness that blossomed to reveal gripping warmth around his shaft. Robby's grip tightened on the smooth, round popcorn bowl. He imagined it was her breast, smooth and firm, in his hand. He fantasized that it wasn't his cock in his hand, but hers. He pressed his cock against the edge of the bowl, thrusting against it. His precum slicked the smooth glass, the pressure enhancing his pleasure as the tip of his rod slid up to the rim of the bowl. Robby moaned with each exhalation. It felt so hot to be whacking it right in front of his parents like this, without them caring at all. The camera on the TV was now right behind the shemale, who was bent over the side. She looked like she was being taken doggy-style by an invisible force. She was no longer stroking herself or fingering herself, but her pink pucker was stretched wide, as if by the presence of a cock, and she moaned and bucked as if she were having her ass pounded. She looked over her shoulder with an expression of absolute pleasure as her body tensed. Robby imagined her tight ass gripping him tightly. He thrust forward and arched his back, lifting his rump from the couch. His hand tightened at the base of his cock, squeezing the sensitive knot. Ropes of thick jism erupted from his dick, spattering the coffee table and the floor. Robby panicked, he didn't want to get in trouble for making a mess. He tiled the popcorn bowl upward, a few kernels spilling out, but that was less of a mess than having his spooge go all over. He panted as he coaxed every last drop out of his cock, jet after jet splattering into the popcorn bowl. Robby sat for a second and attempted to catch his breath. The TV, strangely, seemed to be back to the normal show. Robby slid his encircled fingers up his shaft, looking to squeeze the bit of cum that always was left inside after he wanked and would make a wet, sticky, uncomfortable mess in his underwear if he didn't get it out. Robby ran a finger across the tip of his cock, collecting the bead of cum that had gathered there. He was about to flick it into the popcorn bowl when he noticed something wrong. His hand looked funny. He brought it closer to his face, but the proximity only revealed that his skin had indeed begun to darken, tan in places, a dull red in others. His nails seemed to have lengthened and grown thicker as well, more like claws. Robby saw them turn black before his eyes. Right at that moment a sweet, musky scent reached his nostrils, a scent that made him salivate. Before he knew what he was doing, he had extended his tongue and lapped his seed from his finger. It tasted so good, and he craved more. "Rob, pass the popcorn." Todd said. Robby turned to look at his dad, thinking he was in trouble, only to see his father in a similar state to himself. Todd's skin was like his son's, darkened to deep tan, with some red. His ears were pointed and larger than they had been. Behind his glasses were a pair of bright red irises centered in inky black pools. He had one clawed hand outstretched, the other wrapped around his own thick, hard, red, throbbing canine cock. The younger transforming human couldn't help but stare at his father's cock. He handed the bowl over and whimpered softly. His rational mind was in a desperate battle with his libido and his strange new instincts. His tongue felt too big for his mouth all of a sudden, it lolled out as Robby began to pant and drool. Instinct and libido triumph, and the young transformee found himself moving to the coffee table in front of his father's chair, kneeling on top of it, leaning over the recliner's footrest, his face inches from Todd's glistening red cock. The elder male looked down at his son with a fanged grin and gripped Robby by his transforming ears, now long, pointed, and rather like those of a German shepherd. Todd pulled Robby forward, pressing his cock against his son's face. Robby was overcome by the delicious smell. He closed his eyed and murmured softly as his canine tongue began to lap at his father's manhood. His ran his long tongue up the sweet shaft with quick, eager licks. With a growl Todd yanked his son's head back, drawing a whimper from the young pup. The alpha male took his member in one hand, gripping Robby's hair with the other, roughly forcing his shaft into the younger male's muzzle. Canine instinct had crept into their minds, human taboos of family and sexuality fading. Todd saw his son as a young male that needed to be dominated and made to be properly submissive, while Robby saw his father as his alpha, to be obeyed and to serve without question. He closed his eyes and relaxed. He enjoyed the way his alpha's warm meat filled his muzzle, the sweet taste of the alpha's pre slaking his thirst for cum. "That's not faiiirrrr!" roared a deep voice from nearby. Robby and Todd turned to see Susan, her body transforming faster than either of the males. They watched as her skin darkened to pure black, her face twisting into a monstrous canine muzzle. Clawed paws tore at the crotch of her jeans, the clumsy appendages unable to remove the tatters of her clothing, preventing her from the release of climax. Before their eyes she grew in size, becoming a tall, power, muscular, armor plated canine beast. A long, armored, lizard-like tail ripped from her rump, straining the seams of her shorts enough to make them fall away, exposing the scent of her heat fully. The sweet, musky odor that Robby had sampled earlier returned in full force. He was immediately overcome with the urge to fuck once again, his canine cock aching and throbbing with need. "Stupid males, fuck me!" Susan growled, "I'm in heat! Or do you two queers just want to fucking suck each other off all day." The she-beast turned and presented her rump, lifting her tail. Todd shoved Robby away and tossed the popcorn bowl onto the table, no longer needing something to splooge in now that he had an eager mate. The alpha roared as he too was fully consumed by his instincts. His body began to change, mirroring Susan's. His clothing was torn to shreds as weak human flesh erupted into powerful muscle and tough armor plating. Todd growled and lunged at Susan, the two dog-beasts crashing into a bookshelf, sending National Geographic's and TV Guides tumbling to the floor. The male's tail erupted from his backside with great force, shattering a lamp as he pivoted to pounce again. Robby watched his transformed parents fight with a smile on his canine face, his tongue hanging out as he panted and watched the two struggle for dominance. The last of the elder male's human form faded as he took on a quadrupedal gait, matching that of his former wife, now seen in his mind as a bitch in heat that wouldn't submit and let him mount her. Susan lunged at the larger male, but he rear back on his hind legs, landing on top of her. The female growled and hissed, trying to break free from the male, but she could not. She eagerly raised her tail to allow the dominant male entry. She yelped with pleasure as he slammed his prick into her, his knot stretching her wide and was pushed in hard enough to make an audible pop. The female snarled and yowled with delighted pleasure. "Fuck me! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD! HARDER! HARDER!" she growled. "Give your mother something to suck on." The alpha snarled, "You know it takes a cock in her mouth to shut her up." "Grrr! You only wish! You never had the balls to force it in me! You call that hard?!" the lustful female growled back. Still humanoid, Robby approached his rutting parents cautiously. "Be quiet, bitch!" Todd said before biting down on Susan's armored neck, keeping her still. Robby scampered closer on all fours, kneeling in front of his mother, presenting her with his eager cock. The large female's tongue, a mix of canine and serpentine, encircled her son's member and pulled it into her mouth. The young male moaned, thrusting eagerly into his mother's muzzle, a pleasant warmth spreading through his body, which began to change to match the other two members of his pack. His shirt and pants quickly became useless scraps of cloth as his body grew and expanded. His muscles expanded, his skin toughened into black and red armored plates. His new tail lashed from side to side and shattered one leg of the wooden coffee table and causing it to topple over. He whimpered with each thrust, body caught up in the powerful feelings of both sex and transformation. He could no long balance, his body no longer humanoid. His forepaws landed on his alpha's back, which seemed to slowly become lower and lower. Confused, Robby flopped onto his side to get a better view. His mother's sharp teeth scratched as the flesh of his cock as he rotated, but his tough flesh wasn't harmed. He stared with confusion and fascination at what had happened. His father's tail had grown tremendously, while his mother's was nowhere to be seen. The armored flesh of her back appeared to merge with that of Todd's belly. Soon the alpha was forced to release his grip on his bitch's neck. Todd's forepaws seemed to push into Susan's own as if those of the female were liquid. Their hind legs merged in the same way. The fused body of the alpha and bitch continued to pulsate and twitch, the two still copulating. With a growl Susan spit out her son's cock. The two headed dog-lizard raised onto all fours. Robby whimpered and lowered his ears and head, showing himself to be submissive to the combine might of the two. Four heavy, armored breasts hung from the creature's belly, a massive, apple red dog-cock hung between its hind legs, just in front of a pair of puffy, ruby red lips that dripped with sexual desire. "Grrr.... I didn't cum yet!" Todd and Susan snarled in unison. Both heads licked their lips as the fused parents eyed their pup. Robby smiled meekly and lifted his tail, eager to be of service to his alpha. The massive two headed beast leapt on him, its double sized prick already slicked with male and female precum alike. Even so it still hurt like hell going in. Robby whimpered as his parents drove their cock into his virgin ass. It was big, thick, and hot. The precum strung, the sheer girth made his tight tailhole burn from stretching so wide. But it also felt so good. The mounted he-bitch pushed back against his alpha's cock, eager to have it buried all the way inside of him. He howled with pain as his parents' knot was forced into him. The tie secured, the two headed beast began to buck against the smaller wolf-lizard. Robby yipped with each thrust, the huge cock pressing against something inside of him that sent delightful sensations through him. His cock rubbed against the carpet with each thrust as well, making the young pup feel so good. He felt a hot, fluid pressure on his back; new sensation began to fill him. He new he was merging with the two headed beast, soon to be a true three headed Cerberus. He felt his parents' tail curl around his own, absorbing its mass into theirs'. He felt the aching, dripping wetness that was their shared cunt. He felt the sweet pleasure of their massive cock pounding into his ass. He felt the pain fade as his flesh began to shift, no longer his rump and his ass. But the pleasure of being fucked only grew. The young canine threw his head back and howled as his cock sprayed its seed onto the floor for the last time. As the last jet left his member, the red flesh began to swell. The painful ache that demanded her plunge his cock into something returned. It wasn't his cock any longer. Hard, hot, rubbery nipples pressed against the armor plating of his back, pressed into it. Robby felt his chest swell, four orbs ballooning outward to massive size; he could feel their full heaviness, each one swollen with canid milk. His paws went numb as his forelegs were consumed by his parents' own. His mass added to them, making their combine body grow larger. Robby felt a sweet warmth trickling up his neck, surrounding his head and muzzle as they grew to a size to equal that of his parents. A soft, sleepy feeling filled his mind, pulling it back into a corner of his consciousness. A corner where it was snuggled and caressed by two others. His mind was his own, and yet it belonged to something else, a fourth sentience comprised of, and yet stronger than, the three that made it up. Cerberus looked around at the trashed living room with his six eyes. He snorted in disgust at what was on the television. The sexy green haired girl was long since gone, and so was the amusing carnival of human suffering, cruelty, and misery that was afternoon talk shows. It was the 5:00 news. The rubbish that wasn't national news, and wasn't good enough for the 6 o'clock showing. The beast snorted at it and nosed the power knob. The living room was silent for the first time since Susan's morning soaps had come on. Cerberus' cock still throbbed with need, and the canine monster figured that he might as well do what it was that dogs seemed to do best. He compared his bulk to the sofa. He was too big to lay on it comfortably. He'd be hanging off the front just a bit. The creature curled his tail around one ottoman over and pushed it up against the couch, and then the other one. He decided it was a good enough fix and hopped up onto the couch, flopping down on it and lifting a leg. A tawny furred handpaw reached down, encircling the canine member. "Hey," said a sensual feminine voice, "I was hoping to use that!" Parts of Cerberus recognized the naked, winged female feline as their son and his brother, but the gestalt entity that was Cerberus recognized the beautiful goddess for what she truly was. His mistress. Sekhmet climbed over the couch, snuggling with her new puppy-pet. Her shower had been invigorating, and educational, but she still craved more. She purred as she pressed her muzzle against one of Cerberus' own. Cerberus whimpered softly as his mistress took his aching cock into her eager depths. With so much pent up frustration built from Todd, to the merger of Todd and Susan, to the lack of release for the two before fully merging with Robby, Cerberus found his endurance woefully inadequate. He howled his pleasure as powerful jets of monster-cum flowed into Sekhmet's womb. "That's a bad puppy." Sekhmet said with a giggle, "I can see that I'm going to have to train you properly before we can go out and have fun with others." The goddess purred. "Now, I found this wonderful technique in the shower." Sekhmet continued, her handpaw reaching back past canine balls to find Cerberus' dripping slit, "Let's see if I have this right..." Cerberus' pleasured howl shook the windows for blocks around.

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Title: A Girl named Lassy Ch. 2.0 by Arghos Tags: Cat, Character Development, Club, Collie, First Time, Human, M/F Man, special thanks to all those readers that left comments on the last story and made me feel welcome. Here's where the plot thickens and our protagonist meets his match! \~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~ Alex finished his shower as he noted his better appearence in the foggy mirror. He had cut his hair shorter, now missing the ponytail, and shaved his face leaving a small goatee that attached to the thin brown hairs he stroked his cat, solomon, before pulling on his black jacket and locked the apartment door behind him. He drove to Marcus condo and picked him up, gawking as his finace glided out wearing a very revealing tanktop and pants tight enough to be a second skin. Marcus elbowed him and smirked, wrapping his arm around Katherine as they sat in the back seat in silence. As they drove downtown, Alex heard the faint muffling of Katherine moaning, and looked in his rear view mirror to see what was going on. Katherine had somehow lost her shirt, and Marcus had his lips on her stiff black nipples as his right hand buried itself in her pants. her head reared back as she bit her lower lip, trying to hold back moans of pleasure as Marcus moved between nipples, tenderly teasing her while her hand ran through his hair. She grabbed his chin and led him to her mouth where the sounds of their wet, passionate kissing was soon loud enough that Marcus placed his finger to her face and whispered promises of more to come as the night progressed. she hastily pulled her shirt back on and gave me a seductively sly glare, which was shared by Marcus as he wraped an arm around her. "did you like the show you little pervert?" Marcus joked as my eyes locked back on the road. "I'm sure I dont know what your talking about." "Right..." Marcus teased as his mouth met Katherines again. The rest of the trip was shared only with their constant fondling and periods of silence as we neared the industrial district. alex finally pulled up to a large warehouse with neon paintings on the front and a glowing purple sign that read "Gemini." Alex got out of the car and stared at the hundreds of people and beastials standing in line to get into this club. "I think I'm a bit overdressed for this." Alex muttered as he saw Marcus discard his shirt entirely, drawing a pur from Katherine as she ran her hands along his chest. The other party goers were dressed varying from short shorts, to bikinis, and even those that wore nothing but lingerie. Alex couldnt help but sweat as we moved past the line and the females, (and a few men) shouted catcalls at the three of them. A tall, hulking bull blocked the trio as he looked through a clipboard full of notes and names. "Kat, Marcus, this a friend of yours?" He grunted. Alex nodded his head as the bouncer stepped to the side and ushered them into the brilliantly lit dancefloor of the Gemini.three stages around the huge room played music that seemed to sync with the other, creating an explosive bass that rocked the core of Alex's soul. Marcus and Katherine dragged him to the bar where the two ordered a long tube of neon blue liquid, and Alex ordered a glass of wine. he watched from the bar as the deadly duo took to the dancefloor and immediately began to bounce and grind against each other. Alex walked past the crowds towards the section with tables and couches, avoiding eye contact with the people that were drinking heavily, snorting lines of coke, and the brutal looking lizard beastial that had a woman in each arm and one between his legs. He smiled and nodded at alex as his hand pointed to the feminine busty bird next to him, she was the colors of an exotic parrot, with rings going through the top oh her beack and a thin gold chain linking her nipples together. Alex waved and briskly walked past, finding a chair that was uninhabited and sitting, placing his wine down while grabbing a small book from the inside of hiscoat. He began to read, or tried to with the blazing music and strobe lights. He looked up and saw a figure approaching him, but quickly became engrossed in his book again. He hardly noticed as the weight of the couch shifted, and he looked up to see a Collie sitting next to him with a similar glass of alcohal placed next to his own. A partier bumped into Alex, and his book spilled onto the floor. He frowned and shook his head and reached for the book, only to have a soft brown hand reach over his. they both looked up and their eyes met, her piercing blue iris' catching him off guard. she smiled nervously and handed him his book, quickly brushing her pants off and reading her novel. She was curvaceous, her hips complimenting her thin hips and well rounded breasts. she wore a black t-shirt and a thin gold chain that poked out of her mane. Her long white hair fell down in cascades around her shoulders, and her brown fur went down her arms and formed a mask around her face. Alex looked again as she looked at him, and the two looked away, clearly blushing in the dark. "Is that Blue Shift?" She asked as Alexs' gut tightened at the sound of her soft and confident voice. He nodded and laid the book to his side, turning around to look at her and try to piece together a simple sentence "I havent finished it, but its been a great read." She smiled and extended a hand, placing her book on the table and focusing on him. "My name is Lashiel, but you can call me Lassy, if you prefer." alex shook her hand and marveled at how soft her fur was. "Alex Hawk. I came here with some friends that dragged me here." Lassy smiled and giggled as she pointed to a group of other canine females as they gathered around a tall, tattooed lion. "They brought me here to talk to Ego-maniac over there." "not your type?" Alex asked with a surprising sense of hope. Lassy shook her head and reached for her wine, only to pause as she held it. "I'm sorry, I dont usually drink." she said as she tried a sip of the drink, only to cringe and set it back down. "I dont either, but when Marcus offers, you have to take it. He reminds me of my ex-" He stopped and began a mental abuse of himself. Why would he bring her up? he hadnt been talking to this woman five minutes before he brought her up. Lassy placed her hands in her lap and looked away. "Bad relationship?" she said with a touch of pity. Alex nodded his head and sighed. "Yeah. It was pretty rough. But I have to let it go." He was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Lassy. "Tell me about her." she said suddenly. Alex took a deep breath and described how she had been cheating on him, but he loved her enough to try and ignore it. He went on about how she didnt care about him and how they had nothing in common, yet he had the thought that she was the only one. Lassy nodded knowingly and took a drink of wine, sitting silently until she looked at him and smiled. "She didnt deserve you." alex looked at her and cocked his head to the side as she immediately turned bright red and stared at the floor. "I dont know you at all, but sitting here talking to you, watching how you talk and move, it gives the impression that you still arent over her. Your uncomfortable." Alex was starting to wonder if she was a psychic. "You know what? your right. I havent been able to drop it. I think though, its about time I did." Alex said as he stood and offered her his hand. He didnt know if it was the alcohal that gave him renewed courage, or just talking to the beautiful woman. "you know how to dance?" He asked quietly. she smiled and took his hand, standing and brushing her hair off of her shoulders. "Do you?" Alex smiled and shook his head as they made their way to the floor and began to dance. Alex had fallen into rythm and waved his arms around, while he watched as Lassy danced with a fluid grace that hypnotized him. Her breasts swayed with her hips as she moved closer to him, until the two were mere inches apart. Alex felt the heat of her body and the heat of her breath and couldnt help but feel aroused, and placed his sweaty hands on her hips nervously. she smiled wickedly at him and pushed herself into him, grinding herself against his body, the fabric moistening from the heat and sweat. he smiled and began to move as well, causing friction between them that gave him a brust of pleasure. she appeared to feel it to, as she stifled a gasp and turned around, pressing her back against him and moving up and down. The music suddenly felt like nothing but the beating of drums as the two's eyes met and they stopped, just staring at each other. The crowd seemed to melt away as he wrapped his hand around hers. A spark jumped. They both stopped as the lights dimmed and a slow saxaphone played in the background. The owner of the club, a short, stocky goat, stood on the centerstage and played the slow, strangely sexy tune. Lassy looked at Alex and smiled as she placed her hands on his shoulders. He placed his hands on her hips, and the two held each other and swayed back and forth. "Does he usually do this?" Alex asked as he chuckled at the goat. "Its the last song of the night. after this he closes shop, cleans the place, etc." "Got it." She looked up and shook her head with a smile on her face as they just danced, both to tired for any other kind of fast song. A loud chirp came from the collies pocket as she whipped out her pink phone and swore under her breath. "Looks like I'm walkin home tonight." she muttered as she broke the dance and walked back to th table to grab her book. Alex grabbed her hand gently and she looked at him with kind eyes. "Let me take you home. I need to take zippy one and two back to their place anyway." Alex stated as he pointed to the passed out half-naked couple across the room. He reassured her and gathered his drunk friends, corraling them to the car where they fell on top of each other in drunken giggles. Alex pulled into their lot and had Lassy take Katherine beneath her arm while Alex followed suit with Marcus. Marcus grinned at Alex and gave him the thumbs up, and then keeled over and threw up on Alexs' pants. By the time he had gotten the two safely into their home, it was well passed one in the morning. He looked down in dismay at the vomit stain as Lassy stifled a laugh. "Well what are friends for?" Lassy joked as she got in the seat next to Alex. She pointed out directions while the two sat in silence, Alex avoiding her gaze for the entire duration. She had him stop in front of another condo, which was tall and extremely elogant. He followed her up to the third floor and watched as she began to insert the key into her apartment door. She paused before opening it and looked at his pants, a searing red blush appearing on her face. "Perhaps... You should come in and I can wash those pants. You can use my shower to... If you want." The sheer innocence of her tone caught Alex off guard, but he found his hand reach for hers in pure instinct. she smiled as his hand wrapped around hers, and she led him into the apartment and closed the door.

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Title: A Wolf in the Basement by sinevli Tags: Bondage, Domination/Submission, Horse, M/M, Swallowing, Wolf The wolf knelt next to a post in the basement, naked save for a few straps of leather around his ankles, and wrists. His fur was matted and sticky. His muzzle was gagged by a large penis gag, and the strap around his muzzle held his mouth firmly shut over the rubber invader. The clear tube running from the end of the penis gag was still attached to the empty container sitting on top of the post he was bound to. And his eyes were covered by a thick leather blindfold. The tall posture collar locked around his neck and chained to the far wall forced him to remain sitting tall. The spreader bar between his legs kept him spread so his cock and balls were plainly visible and accessible. And the tube running from the plug in his ass still hung between his legs and up to a second container. His belly was distended and full from the contents of the containers. He sat in the basement, awaiting whatever punishments his tormenters felt he deserved. His mind wandered back to the events of the night that had led him to this predicament. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ The wolf had first gone to the club hoping for a quick hookup. He'd never been before, but had heard stories about the club's reputation for attracting other furs who had bondage fetishes That night he had gone dressed in his best clubbing outfit; tight leather pants, shin high PVC boots, black mesh shirt under a ripped vest. He had been dancing for a while before he was approached by a Palomino stallion. He approached him rather abruptly and began to grind against him. "Hey hot stuff, my friend and I have been watching you tonight, all alone?" said the stallion, gesturing towards a black Morgan stallion standing near the bar. "Umm yeah, I was just coming here to see what's what and maybe find some action" replied the wolf, trying not to back down from the aggressive advances of the Palomino. "So its action you want? I think I may be able to help you out there hot stuff" said the Palomino grabbing at the wolf's crotch. "You up for a little action with me and my friend?" he said. He beckoned to the black stallion still standing near the bar who was still observing the conversation keenly. The black stallion came over, dressed in tight chaps and open leather vest. He trotted up and stood behind the wolf, and put his hands on the wolf's shoulders. "What have we here, a little wolfy anxious for some action?" said the black stallion. His hands moved down and grab the wolf's ass and tail. The wolf was rather intimidated by the brazen advances and could do little but nod his head. "Yeah, I'd be up for this," he gulped nervously, not sure what was getting himself into. "Alright then, why don't you come over and sit with us for a while then?" said the Palomino, leading the wolf to a secluded corner booth and taking a seat on either side of the wolf. "So how much bondage experience have you had little wolfy?" asked the Palomino staring into the wolf's eyes. "I've had some experience, nothing that extreme though," said the wolf, looking back slightly apprehensively, but beginning to be turned on by the dominating presence of the two equines. "Want to try something more tonight then?" asked the Morgan in a deep voice. "Would you like to be our pet?" The wolf swallowed and licked his lips nervously. He had hoped to find some hot thing at the club and maybe get lucky that night, but to find two gorgeous and built equines who wanted to dominate him was making him incapable of rational thought. He could only nod in response; his body was shaking so much in anticipation. "Very well then," said the Palomino and he nodded to his friend. The Morgan reached into his pants pocket and before the wolf knew what was happening, the Morgan had slipped a leather collar around his throat and had buckled it securely, clipping a leash on the front. The wolf also had his arms drawn behind him by the Palomino and a pair of handcuffs clicked shut behind him. "Wait, what are you doing?" he stammered, unable to come to terms with what he had just agreed to. "Hmm, seems like our pet needs a lesson in obedience" said the Morgan. The Palomino pulled out a muzzle and quickly forced it over the wolf's head, sealing his mouth shut between the leather straps and buckling it behind the wolf's startled head. The wolf now tried to twist and turn to get out of his bonds but the horses were too strong for him. He finally settled down at the threat of further restraints and allowed himself to be lead by the leash out of the club into the street; his ears burning red in embarrassment as he was led along in plain view of the public like some common animal. He was led to a parking garage about two blocks away and he thought he'd never been so humiliated in his life. There were many furs out on the main street which was lined with clubs and restaurants, and he was paraded by them by the horses. The pair of equines did nothing to prevent any onlookers coming to pinch and touch the wolf's bottom or to comment on the muzzle and handcuffs securing him. They seemed pleased by the attention they were drawing. "Oh he's in training," the equines laughed. When they finally reached the parking garage the wolf was led to a sporting looking coupe. The Morgan bent him down over the hood and began to slide down the wolf's pants. At this the wolf began to struggle crazily, squirming and moaning through the gag. "You'd best stop that right now pet," grunted the Morgan, "We're not going to fuck you, yet," he added. After removing his boots and pants the wolf saw the Palomino walking towards him with leather cuffs he had pulled from inside the car. The Morgan kept holding the wolf down on the hood of the car while the Palomino knelt and placed a leather cuff around each of the wolf's ankles, securing each with a small padlock. "I like that mesh shirt on him, don't you?" said the Morgan. "Why don't we let him keep it for a while?" "I agree, it does look very good on him," replied the Palomino, "but the vest has to go. The handcuffs were unlocked and the wolf lay quietly on the hood of the car while his vest was removed. He was very aware of the cool metal of the car pressing against his cock and balls now. Next cuffs were also placed around the wolf's wrists and locked as well. After the leather cuffs had been secured and linked together by a short piece of chain the Morgan removed his weight and helped the wolf back to a standing position. "Those leather cuffs should be more comfortable for you," said the Palomino grinning, "And you'll be able to wear them for an extended period of time." At hearing this wolf let out a whine, and started panting through his muzzle. His legs were trembling, but even as he dreaded what that meant, he looked down and saw his cock beginning to emerge from its sheath. "Look at that," exclaimed the Palomino, "I believe he wants us to continue. Get the last thing for him will you?" The Morgan nodded and returned with a small item from inside the car. He knelt in front of the wolf and grabbed his ankles, pulling them apart. He held a small metal ring and some leather straps in his hands. The Morgan reached forward and began to stroke wolf's sheath, to coax his cock slightly higher out. When enough was visible, he slipped the metal ring down the wolf's cock. Then he leaned in to take the wolf's balls into his mouth. The wolf moaned and threw his head back, not knowing what to do, but becoming incredible aroused. He continued to feel his balls in the hot, moist muzzle of the horse and then the feeling was replaced by the feel of tight leather and the sound of a lock closing shut. Looking down he saw that his cock and balls were now locked into some kind of harness. A several straps ran over the base of his cock and around his balls, with another small D-ring between the bottom of his cock and his scrotum. A small brass padlock was also visible near the top of the contraption. The Morgan stood and unclipped the leash from the wolf's collar and reattached it to the harness now adorning his cock. He then began to lift the leash, pulling sharply up. The wolf yipped into his harness and strained to stand on his tip-toes with fear in his eyes as the pressure increased on his cock. "Now you'll behave yourself pet," said the Morgan, pulling the leash again, "if you understand, nod your head." The wolf nodded vigorously before swallowing nervously and lowering back down as the Morgan released the tension on the leash. The Morgan led the wolf to door of the car and assisted him inside, seating him in the middle of the rear, and clipped his collar to the neck rest behind him before hopping into the passenger seat, with the Palomino taking the driver's seat. The wolf sat and squirmed in the rear of the car. He was a mass of confused emotions, this was far more than he'd ever experienced before, but he was so incredibly turned on by this he wanted to see what else they would do to him. The car continued until they were outside the city proper and entered a residential, and obviously well to do neighborhood before pulling into a modest two story house. The car pulled into the garage and let the garage door close before the horses ushered the wolf from the car into the house, leading him by his cock. "From now until we decide to release you, you are going to be our sex toy," said the Palomino. "Anything we tell you to do, you will do and if you refuse you will be punished." The wolf stood practically naked before them, with eyes wide, unable to believe that he was hearing one of his deepest fantasies made into reality. He had often sat in front of his computer dreaming about being totally dominated and turned into a slave, but to hear someone else say it to him was an incredible turn on. The wolf nodded vigorously, eager to hear what the equines desired. "Now, when I take off your muzzle you are to remain quiet unless you are given permission," said the Morgan, walking up to him and unbuckling the muzzle. The wolf started to open his mouth to reply, but quickly caught himself before he spoke, and nodded his head instead. The two horses smiled in approval. "Now slave," said the Morgan walking farther into the house, tugging on the leash. "You will have your quarters in the basement, which is also where most of your new toys are." "We'll give you half an hour to get acquainted with your new surrounding, and to choose a new collar that you will wear for the remainder of the evening," said the Morgan. "You may also choose two other toys that you would like to try," said the Palomino. The wolf was led to a doorway and down a set of stairs into a large basement which had obviously been redesigned for one purpose: restraint. The concrete walls were studded with brackets, as was the ceiling and floor. In the center of the basement was a metal pillar that stood at chest height and about with a two foot diameter. The left wall was lined with shelves covered with various sex toys, dildos, butt plugs, and gags, along with an assortment of items the wolf had never seen before. A large cabinet was in one corner of the basement and a hose was coiled near a spigot on the right wall. There were soft looking mats located in certain places in the basement, usually near a pair of brackets in the floor or wall. A padded waste high A-frame was located near the right wall of the dungeon that had obvious places for cuffs to be attached to it and secured in place. The Morgan walked in front of the wolf and unclipped the leash and the collar around the wolf's neck and removed the chain from between his wrists. "We'll be back in thirty minutes, be ready," said the Morgan as he walked back to the top of the stairs and closed it turning the lock. As soon as the door closed the wolf collapsed onto the floor near the pillar and began jacking off furiously. He had been aching to paw off since the parking garage. A few moments later he came furiously, spurting cum onto his chest before collapsing back onto the pad he was kneeling on. The wolf stood shakily, tugging vainly on the cock harness locked on him before walking over to the shelves to begin looking for a collar and toys. He figured he'd try and impress his new masters by trying some things he'd never done before. He scanned the shelves, looking over the selection he came across a butt plug that had a hole through it. He had no idea what the hole was meant for, but it was a decent sized plug. Selecting it he went over and placed on top of the pillar in the middle then returned to the shelves to pick his second toy. His paws roamed over various toys, before pausing over what appeared to be another muzzle, but instead a normal muzzle; there was a penis shaped gag which would obviously fit into the victim's mouth. Experimentally he placed the phallus in his mouth, leaving the straps unfastened and fantasized about the possibilities. As his tongue roamed over the gag in his mouth he discovered that the tip of the phallus also had a small hole, covered by a thin piece or rubber. He left the gag in his mouth, and pulled the straps into place, buckling them securely in place. He was slightly disconcerted that the buckles on the gag had places for locks as well. He was enjoying sucking on the cock in his mouth as he went over to the cabinet, looking for the collar next. Inside the cabinet was an assortment of leather cuffs, collars, and other articles of clothing made of latex, rubber, or leather. The wolf buried his nose in some of the latex clothes, inhaling the scent of the foreign material. He rummaged through the cabinet, imagining himself wearing any of the items it contained. Eventually he came across a very tall black posture collar. He had only seen them in some of the porn he had seen, but he had always wanted to feel a tall stiff collar around his neck. The wolf lifted it from the cabinet and grabbed a tub of lube as well. The wolf closed the cabinet doors, starting to shiver with anticipation once more as he walked back to the plug. He grabbed the plug and knelt down on the floor. The wolf laid his head on the mat near the base of the pillar and began to rub his tail hole with the tip of the plug. He began to moan through the gag as he stimulated himself. Beginning to become hard again he sat up and swiftly spread some lube on his fingers, rubbing it around his sensitive hole and over the surface of the plug. Kneeling back down he placed his head on the floor and began to push the plug into him. The flared base finally slipped into him and he felt the mass of the rubber invader fill his insides. He didn't think he'd be able to simply push the plug back out alone either. The wolf stood, and took a few steps, letting the plug move into a comfortable position before taking a deep breath. He still worked his tongue over the gag in his mouth. He imagined having one of the horses' cocks deep in his throat and his erection grew again. He took the posture collar and slowly wrapped it around his neck, pulling the buckle tight. As he stood there, collared, gagged, and plugged, he suddenly had an overwhelming desire to paw off once more. He sank to his knees and back up against the pillar. Reaching beneath himself he began to stroke his cock while pushing against the pillar. As he neared his second orgasm he heard the door to the basement open and the clop of hooves coming down the stairs. He wasn't quick enough to sit upright and pull his paw away from his stiff cock to have the horses not notice what he was doing. Trembling he knelt by the post, not sure what to do now. "Such a naughty pet, did we give you permission to touch yourself?" asked the Palomino standing in front of the wolf. The wolf tried to shake his head, trying to plead with the Palomino. "Oh, look here," said the Morgan, leaning in and rubbing a finger in the wet patch on the wolf's belly fur. The Morgan brought his finger up to the wolf's face and rubbed his cum in his nose. The wolf tried to twist his head away but the posture collar kept his head nicely immobile. His nose was suddenly filled with his own scent and he was pulled back down to the floor. "It seems we have quite a horny pet," said the Morgan looking up at the Palomino who was over at the cabinet retrieving some items. "And a nice pair of toys he selected he looks like he really wants to be filled up. Now stay here while we finish preparing you." The wolf tried to nod, but was again unable to move because of the posture collar. The wolf's eyes popped open as he felt the plug being pulled swiftly from his ass. "I think I'll have some fun before we leave you for the night," grunted the Morgan. The wolf tried to squirm, but was only able to wriggle his ass in an inviting manner. The Morgan's cock was already out of its sheath and semi stiff as he began to press himself into the wolf's upturned ass. The wolf cried out into his gag as the immense cock forced deeper into him. As the Morgan began to pound him from the rear, the Palomino came in front and began to rub his cock across the wolf's muzzle and face. The wolf's nostrils were filled with the overpowering smell of the horse's sweat and sex. Both horses were soon lost in their own pleasure as the wolf was tormented from either end. It wasn't long before he felt the Morgan pull out of his ass and whinny, covering him in a torrent of cum as he did so the Palomino climaxed as well. The wolf was now covered in hot, slick horse cum, and extremely aroused. The equines stood up, snickering at the drenched figure at their feet, and moved to finish binding the wolf. The Palomino returned with a three foot spreader bar and moved behind the wolf and pulled his ankles back around either side of the pillar and connected his ankle cuffs to the bar, trapping him to the pillar. The Palomino also pulled the wolf's arms behind the pillar and connected them to an eye-bolt on the back side of the pillar. The Morgan now came and placed locks on the penis gag, locking the phallus into the wolf's mouth. "Now, because you were so eager go have some fun, we're going to make you wait for your reward," said the Morgan. He was carrying to clear tubes, which made the wolf struggle vainly against his bonds. The first tube was place into the end of the phallus stuck into the wolf's mouth; the second was roughly forced into the base of the plug and reinserted into the wolf's ass. A groan escaped the wolf as when he saw the Palomino stand in front of him with a large clear container filled with what looked like cum. Reaching down the Palomino took the other end of the tube leading to the cock in the wolf's mouth and connected it to the bottom of the container. A similar container was connected to the wolf's ass. "We have several friends upstairs who were more than delighted to donate to this most noble cause," said the Palomino slyly, "they'll be down shortly, " smirking at the wolf's embarrassed face. The wolf was so overwhelmed with shock from the night's events and bound tightly, so he was not able to do anything to resist. The Palomino set the container on top of the post and opened a valve near the bottom, holding the tube in front of the squirming wolf's eyes he allowed him to see the stream of cum starting to flow down tube into his awaiting mouth. The wolf did not think he would be able to drink the entire contents of the container, which was at least two quarts, and desperately tried to keep any of the equine seed from flowing into his mouth. He had never really like to swallow, and had always preferred to spit afterwards. As he was attempting to keep from drinking the massive amount of horse cum he all of a sudden felt a hot pressure begin to fill his belly. Trying to look around he saw the Morgan step back in front of him and realized that he must have done the same, and realized his ass must be filling with the horse's seed. "Now pet, because you've been a naughty boy, you don't get any reward other than getting to be filled with cum" With that the Morgan slipped a leather blindfold over the wolf's eyes, and stood back to watch the containers slowly emptying into the ensnared wolf's mouth and ass. With one final touch, the Palomino clipped a leash to the posture collar and hooked it to a clip on the far wall, forcing the wolf's head to remain slightly upturned. "Hey honey, let's go get the guests now, I'm sure they'll want to come play with our new pet," said the Morgan looking at the Palomino. With that the pair clopped back upstairs, leaving the wolf alone in the basement.

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Title: Lupirin: Pain - part 3 by OxyUrsine Tags: Feline, Leopard, Suggestive, Vampire, Werewolf Lupirin - 'Pain' part 3 Story © Aenzi [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) All comments/criticisms will be met accordingly with vast amounts of love. \=-=-=-= Adrian had his paws wrapped tightly around Mariah. God, he loved her! Had he really, only moments ago, been ready to give up? To surrender to this feeling of helplessness? To sink into the darkness? No, Adrian realized now. There was too much left to live for. Besides...Adrian was afraid of the dark. Mariah had brought him back to reality with her gentle kisses, her soft paws. He didn't want to go anywhere that Mariah wasn't. He had to keep going. Adrian gave one last sniff. "I'm sorry," he said. "I won't break down like that again..." "Don't make promises you can't keep." Mariah said with a grin. Adrian smiled, too. She knew him all too well. A soft knock upon the open door... Seerey walked in, with a container in her hand. Adrian recognized it as one of the fluid containers from the hospital. Adrian got sick quite easily, so he was no stranger to hospital supplies. This bag was unique, though, in the fact that it was opaque: Adrian could not see what was inside. "Sorry to interrupt," Seerey said, a smile upon her grayed muzzle. "But you need to get something in your stomach, Adrian. There can be some nasty complications if you don't get fluid regularly." Adrian blinked. He had felt those...complications before. That pain he felt when he'd first awoken. He never wanted to feel anything like that again. Never. He'd drink whatever the hell Seerey wanted him too, at this point. Seerey inserted a straw into the bag, and handed to him. Seerey and Mariah shared a brief glance at one another. They both knew what Adrian didn't...what was really in that bag. Adrian giggled as he took the bag from Seerey, oblivious to the look they had shared. "Just like the juice pouches back in grade school." he laughed. Seerey smiled. "Not all that different, really." Adrian gave a sniff at the end of the straw...and he liked what he smelled. "Mmm...what is this?" Mariah's eyes widened. Seerey gave no visible reaction. "Something I mixed up. Go ahead...drink. You'll feel better." Adrian needed no second bidding. He put the straw in his mouth and drank deeply of the substance, letting his eyes closed. This...this was amazing! The liquid was thick, rich...so amazingly sweet! There were layers of taste here...like nothing Adrian had ever drank before. As the stuff flowed into his stomach, he suddenly began to feel lighter, better. No wonder he'd been so worked up before...he hadn't realized how hungry he'd been. Adrian finished off half the bag in one gulp, and gave an over-dramatized sigh. "Man, this stuff is fabulous! What do you call it, Seerey?" Seerey did not hesitate. He needed to know...needed to accept what he was now. "It's blood, Adrian." Adrian did a double take, his eyes widening with painful refusal to accept what he'd heard. "Come on, now, Seerey...this is no time for jokes..." he said, his voice shaking. Mariah took Adrian's paw in her own. "No jokes, Adrian. That's blood...my blood." Adrian's stomach gave a sickened wrench, the bag slipping numbly from his paws. Blood...? He'd drank blood? And enjoyed it? "What...have I become?" Mariah took one of his paws. "Now stop that." Not just anyone's blood...Mariah's! What was he now...would he feed off of those he loved? "I liked it..." he whispered. "What am I? I liked it!" Adrian's voice began escalating in volume. "I actually liked the taste of it!" Mariah let out a deep growl, and snapped. "Stoppit!" Adrian blinked in surprise. Mariah never raised her voice. "That's my blood." she said firmly. "You think someone else's would taste so good? Do they love you like I do?" Silence. "My blood loves you. My blood...wants you to live. It just isn't anybody's blood. Trust me, you can taste the difference." "But Mariah..." Adrian pleaded. "Not this...I--I can't... This wasn't about how much he loved Mariah, at this point. Adrian couldn't bite people! Not the way he'd been bitten; the pain, the anguish, stealing others' lives so he could live himself...Adrian wasn't like that. He loved Mariah, more than his own life. But, he couldn't bite people! He couldn't do it! "I can't drink blood for the rest of my life! I'm not like that." he insisted. "I can't hurt other people all the time..." "You won't have to." Seerey said, cutting him off firmly. "I have...friends, in the medical industry. There is a 'cordial' we produce for Lupirin, a non-living blood substitute. I'd have given you some of that, but I'm out at the moment. As soon as I obtain some, you can use that instead." Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling himself relax. "Thank god..." No biting people. Good. Adrian wasn't cut out for this sort of thing. Mariah prodded Adrian none to gently in the ribs. "You still need to drink the rest of that." she said, indicating the bag. Adrian winced. "Please, Mariah...I don't like this..." "You'll have side effects if you don't." Mariah pressed. "You're being mean..." "Do it or I'll bite your ears." Adrian's eyes widened. One of his greatest weaknesses was the fact that his ears were ticklish...painfully so. Whenever Mariah wanted to tease him, she'd nibble on his ears. Adrian would be immediately forced to submit...he couldn't resist her when she had him by the ears. His paw strayed protectively toward his head. "You wouldn't..." She slapped his paw out of the way and ruthlessly seized one of his ears with her claws, gripping none too gently. Adrian let out a dismayed feline chirrup. "Mariah!" he protested. "Drink!" Mariah commanded again. Adrian let out a whimper, but picked up the bag. He returned the straw to his lips. Then he looked again to Mariah, to confirm if she was actually going to make him do this. She responded with another tug on his ear. Another whimper...and Adrian drank. It really wasn't all that bad...he just tried not to think about it. After all, it did taste really good. He drained the rest of the bag, though not nearly as quickly as the first half. Mariah smiled and let go of his ear. "Good boy." she purred. "Only because you cheated." he said, smiling. "All's fair in love and war." she murmured. All of a sudden, like being hit by a stone, Adrian felt incredibly lethargic. He wanted...needed sleep. Seerey drew closer. "Sleepy?" she asked. Adrian nodded weakly. "Yes, that will happen for the first few months every time you feed. You're body needs time to get used to the task of assimilating blood. Go ahead and sleep, for as long as you feel you can." "Alrighty..." Adrian said, the task of keeping his eyes open becoming burdensome. Seerey gave him one last smile. He'd be alright; he was strong. Then she left. Mariah hadn't told Seerey, but she hadn't slept since she heard the news of Adrian's attack. How could she? Mariah prided herself on being able to be the rational one in tough situations, but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid. And the lord knew, she'd been afraid. Now, though, the fear was fading...steadily being replaced with determination, hope for the future. She slipped into the bed beside her love, pulling his blankets over herself as well. Adrian's eyes were already closed, but he was still aware enough to feel her beside him. He let out a deep purr, putting an arm around her. Mariah, in turn, wrapped her own arms around Adrian's torso...and then she blinked in surprise. Slowly, a smirk crept across her features. "Adrian, you're not wearing anything." she murmured...and then, grinning, she took full advantage of his bareness. Grab! Adrian's eyes snapped open, and a blush burned beneath his fur. "Mariah!" he whispered, alarmed. "We're...we're not alone here!" "Oh, I know..." she laughed. "Go to sleep, Adrian. I was just teasing." It took Adrian a moment to settle himself back down after being so rudely grabbed...down there! But--she'd only been teasing after all...and... Oh dammit...he was just too tired to care. As Adrian drifted off to sleep, Mariah smiled to herself, tucked in her lover's arm. She actually blushed herself...she didn't usually do things like that. The way she touched him! Adrian and Mariah were still virgins, really. They'd fooled around together before...heavy petting, that sort of thing. But they'd never gone all the way. Never with each other--never with anyone else. She grabbed Adrian for several reasons...firstly, only this morning she'd thought she lost him forever. That was...well, she was venting, she supposed. More importantly, though...Adrian, the Adrian she knew and loved...would have been upset at that sort of thing. He would have blushed: he was so modest. She wanted to make sure...that it was really him. That he hadn't really changed. And he hadn't. He was a Lupirin now, yes...but he was still Adrian. Mariah purred, hugging Adrian tighter. And then, feeling safe and content, she fell asleep. The two lovers slept for the remainder of that day into the next morning.

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Title: Foursomes and Moresomes Ch. 01 Tags: polyamory, internet porn Howdy, everyone. Thanks for stopping by and taking a read of our story. I say "our" because this story isn't just about me; it's about my three wives, too. Let me back up: This is a continuation of a story that begins with "Spring Break" and "Weekend Getaway". If you haven't already, I suggest you check those out first, but if not, here's the short version: Back in March of 1996, I was a living Jacksonville, Florida and a junior in college. I used some of my parents's timeshare points for a spring break vacation with me and four friends. First was Melinda, my kinda-sorta-sometimes girlfriend. Second was Leah, one of my dearest friends from middle and high school whose boyfriend dumped her a matter of days before the week that changed our lives. Next were Katie and Carl, a girl I knew from physics class and her high school sweetheart. The five of us embarked on a sexual journey which involved me getting my head un-stuck from my ass and realising just how much I was in love with Melinda, Leah and Katie falling for one another, and Carl . . . well, let's just say he couldn't cope with the situation and he broke up with Katie. After everyone graduated, we moved to Asheville, North Carolina, in part to get away from Katie's fundy Christian mother and partly to discover ourselves among some of the most beautiful mountains in God's entire Creation. Life went on; we were two couples who swapped often and enjoyed each other, not only physically, but we became best friends and soulmates. The girls pursued their professional careers and I became a stay-at-home dad to Melinda and my daughter and son, plus Katie and Leah's adopted twin girls. At the time of this story, Kaylee is a rambunctious five years old and Bryan is almost three. Gwendollyn and Gabrielle are a couple of months behind him, although they've only been living with us for a little over a year; Katie and Leah traveled to Vietnam where they picked them up from the orphanage. We lead a quiet life; the girls's three incomes provide more than enough for our daily needs, and we made enough money in the dot-com and real estate markets to be financially stable for the rest of our lives. Eleven years after our spring break adventure, the four of us rented a luxury cabin in the woods of north Georgia. While there, the four of us consummated our relationship as a polyamorous foursome. Along the way, the girls conspired to all get pregnant and now they're all expecting. One afternoon, we went shopping at the local outlet malls and ran into some old friends. Geoff and Yesmine graduated with Leah and I and live in Atlanta. At the end of our visit, they let us in on one of their little secrets and offered us a proposition . . . \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* A noise startled me. I jerked awake, blinking the sleep from my eyes. The TV was on. Bryan was nestled in the crook of one arm, Gabrielle in the other. Their eyes were glazed over; both sleepily watched the race. Her twin sister Gwendollyn was quietly playing with a family of Potato Heads on the coffee table. "Enjoying your little nap?" Katie kissed me, then picked up our son. He lazily snuggled up to his Momma. Now that she had me all to herself, Gabi cuddled a little closer. I just yawned. "Come on, kids," my wife said softly. "It's time to go." "Go?" I asked bewilderedly. "Where?" "Their friend Zoe is having a pool party this afternoon." As soon as they heard the word "pool" all three perked right up. Katie patted me on the head and winked. "Don't worry, Melinda and I will take them. You can finish your nap." I gave each of the three a kiss then lay back down on the couch. The girls and the kids made some noise for a few minutes then I heard the van start up and drive off. A quick glance at the TV showed Jeff Gordon in the lead with 80 or so laps to go. I had almost drifted off again when I heard the door at the top of the stairs open. I recognised the soft footsteps. I smiled to myself and pretended to be asleep. "Daddy?" I heard someone whisper. Her voice was soft and innocent. Angelic. Like a little girl's. "Daddy, are you sleeping?" Resisting the urge to respond, I lay there until I felt her sit on the couch next to me. Someone's fingertips ran tentatively across my cheek. I didn't respond, instead I continued my feigned nap. The hand ran down my neck. I felt her get off the couch and sit on the floor next to me. Soft lips pressed against my neck. The ends of her hair tickled my skin. It was all I could do not to reach out and jump her. "Daddy?" she whispered again. With a naturally light touch, I felt hands running down my body. My cock began to harden as they expertly unbuttoned my shorts. Soon enough my zipper was pulled down and I felt her fingers caress my sex. Using one hand to push my boxer-briefs down, she sprung my cock loose. I wasn't fully erect but it didn't matter to her. I couldn't help but gasp when my cock was enveloped by that warm, wet feeling all guys absolutely love. "Are you awake, Daddy?" my lover giggled. Ever so slowly, I unrolled my eyes from the back of my head. Leah looked intently back at me, the head of my cock between her lips. Her big brown eyes appeared innocent but they only belied the sexy little devil within her. Her hair was pulled back in pigtails. She wore a white button down shirt that was tied below her breasts; she wasn't wearing a bra. My favourite mini-skirt barely covered her white cotton panties and showed off all of her shapely legs. "Yes, Sugar," I replied, using our private pet name, a play on "Sweetie", which is how the three of us usually refer to her. We may be a foursome, but there are times when we want to be pairs. Leah and I started this role-play several years ago; it was our little secret and we never include Melinda and Katie in this particular fantasy. There are several variations: Slutty Sugar, Dominant Daddy, Sugar Gets Caught Watching Daddy's DVDs, Daddy's Little Girl and so on. I had a similar arrangement with each of the other two, and I'm sure they had their own private games as well. "I'm sorry for waking you, Daddy," she said, her eyes twinkling. That's bullshit; there isn't a sorry bone in her hot little body. My reply was cut short as she sucked my entire length into her mouth. I hardened immediately. "Oh, Jesus, Sugar!" I moaned. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to grab her hair and begin fucking her pretty face. Just as my toes started to tingle, she pulled back. I struggled to catch my breath. Cupping my balls in her hand, she nibbled along the underside of my cockhead. "Kaylee is spending the night with her friend Tammy." Leah slipped out of character for just a second. As she spoke, her breath along the length of my shaft made my skin crawl (in the good way). "Melinda and Katie took the others to Zoe's. We should have about three hours all to ourselves." "What should we do for those three hours?" I looked down at my wife through eyes that were hooded over with pleasure and desire. "I think Daddy needs to have some Sugar," she replied, caressing my tumescent sex. "Or does Sugar need to have her Daddy?" I retorted. "Sugar *always* needs her Daddy," my lover replied seductively. Before I could respond, she inhaled my cock again. I barely remembered to breathe. Leah's tongue worked its way along the underside of my cockhead. Her hand slid up and down my shaft. "That feels so good, Sugar," I moaned. Her reply was muffled by the head of my cock in her mouth. My head fell back onto the cushions. My satisfied groans became louder; with the house empty, I didn't have to worry about anyone hearing our lovemaking or walking in on us. My wife's mouth moved expertly over me. Her hands stroked my length and she squeezed my balls. "Does Daddy like that?" she purred. "Daddy *loves* that," I managed to whisper. "Do I do that better than Mommy?" Before I could reply, Leah took all of me in her mouth. I sucked in a deep breath and tried not to claw at her hair. A shiver ran from the top of my head down to my toes. "Oh, god, yes!" "I've been practising for you, Daddy," she said, a twinkle in her eyes. "Practising?" I asked with the slightest hint of disapproval in my voice. "With who, Sugar?" "Some boys I met at school," she replied innocently. Her hands stroked me and she blew on my wet cock, causing the head to flare. "They like it when I suck on them like this . . ." She then launched another assault on my sex and I couldn't respond, in or out of character. "Do you know why I suck on other boys's penises?" she asked after a second. All I could do was shake my head. "Because I want to practise for you, Daddy. I want to be your cocksucking little Sugar." Through my tunnel vision, I saw one hand disappear beneath her skirt. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her shirt. "Do you do more than suck other boys?" I asked, trying desperately to stay in character. "No, Daddy," she replied with a mischievous grin. "I won't even let them play with my boobies. . . . They're not allowed to cum in my mouth, either . . . Only you cum in my mouth, Daddy." I gasped as her head bobbed up and down on my lap. At this rate, I wasn't going to last very long. "Am I really better than Mommy?" Sugar asked. "Or are you just saying that so I won't stop?" My hand brought her chin up so she was looking into my eyes. The head of my sex was still in her mouth. "Sweetheart, you are the best little cocksucker in the world." She smiled at the compliment, even though she knew it was a lie. Of the four of us, Melinda (codename: "Mommy") has the best oral skills, hands down. And we all know it. Still, for this little role-play, we could pretend. Besides, in my household, there's no such thing as a bad blowjob. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as Sugar's head bobbed up and down in my lap. It felt like all of the blood in my body was being drawn into my sex. Her lips moved expertly along my shaft. Her hand held the skin taut and her teeth raked my head. If I died right there, I'd have gone to Heaven with a smile on my face for all eternity. "Sugar . . ." I croaked, as if to warn her. She mumbled a reply and only picked up her pace. Every muscle in my body tensed. I cried out and involuntarily thrust upwards into her mouth. Reflexively my body tried to sit up, but her hand went to my chest and the pushed me back on to the couch. Her teeth raked the soft underside of my cock. My hands went to her head and it was all I could do not to grab her by the hair and ram all the way into her mouth. "Oh, god," I breathed. "Sugar . . . I'm about to . . . I'm . . ." With that, she squeezed my balls again and I exploded into her mouth. I tried to speak. I tried to moan. No sound came out. Her lips sealed themselves around the flaring head of my cock. Even after the jets of cum subsided, she suckled on me. The waves of pleasure went on for a few precious moments. She let me down gently. I gasped for breath. When the room stopped spinning, I opened my eyes enough to look down at my lover. My cock was still in her mouth. Her tongue and lips moved just enough to keep me stimulated. She wanted me to stay hard for her. There was a loving look in her eyes. She winked at me. I feebly smiled back at her. "I love the way you taste, Daddy," she said, a touch of laughter in her voice. "And I love the way you do that, Sugar," I replied once I found my voice. "I have something else for you, Daddy." Still holding my cock in her hand, she snaked her way up my body. We kissed, hard and deep. "Anything," I said eagerly. "Will you make love to me?" "Of course, Sugar." We kissed again. Her hand stroked me a little faster. I started to push her back on the couch but she stopped me. "Not here, Daddy. . . . Take me to bed." Her eyes flicked in the direction of our "adult" play room. I smiled wickedly. I stood and took her in my arms. She nuzzled up against my neck as I carried her to the door. As we approached, she pulled back just enough to reach into her shirt. Around her neck was a key on a thin gold chain. As I nibbled on her ear, she slipped the key into the lock and pushed the door open. Sugar reached for the light switch and I kicked the door shut. Winding my way around some of the obstacles in the room, I set her down on the bed. It was almost as big as our bed upstairs and could accommodate all four of us. We don't sleep down here much, but that's not why we built this room. It takes up almost a full third of the downstairs area. The walls and ceiling are fireproof and soundproof. There are mirrors everywhere. There's a full bathroom including a jacuzzi bathtub and glass shower sit in one corner of the room; of course, they will accommodate all of us. There are no windows. A large flat-screen TV hangs on one wall next to a panel of computer monitors and video equipment. On top of recording our own "entertainment" when the mood strikes us, we've wired all of the other rooms in the house with monitoring equipment with audio and video, so if one of the kids needs us we can see and hear them. In the original plans for the house, the full basement was open or part walled off for storage. Alternately, for the extra-paranoid, it could be a bomb shelter or a panic room. For us, it's neither. This is our playroom. A steel I-beam runs the length of the ceiling, dangling with hooks and rope. There's a hydraulic lift in one corner for the swing. All sorts of contraptions are scattered about, each designed to bring pleasure to one (or more) of us. The bed has an elegant wrought iron frame that is perfect for tie-downs. And of course it's just the right height for me. When we first most moved in to the house, we used the room frequently. Whether it was in pairs, threesomes or all four of us, we got a lot of mileage out of the "sexarium" as we called it. When the kids came along, our private time dwindled (as you might expect). A couple of times, we've paid babysitters to watch them while we snuck down here, but more and more, the little ones take up our time. Upon returning from our trip to Georgia, we vowed to make more time for the four of us. After all, we were married now, and a marriage—*any* marriage—requires effort. The girls don't work as much as they used to. At least once every other week, the four of us go out to dinner or a play or gallery opening or ballroom dancing lesson with the rule that there is no talking about the kids, work or money. We've also tried to come down to the basement more often, just to be together. Of course, we also know that once the new kids arrive, our already thinly-stretched schedules will have even more demands on them, so we're making an attempt to pack in as much quality time for the four of us now. Unfortunately, one of the side effects of having three pregnant women in the house is that we've had to give up some of our rougher games. But that doesn't mean we can't find other ways to have some fun . . . does it? All my wives are almost three months along and everyone is healthy. We haven't broken the news to the other kids yet; Melinda wants to wait until everyone starts showing before telling them. Katie had some morning sickness but that seems to have passed. Leah is ecstatic that she's having twins and we all decided that we wanted to wait until the delivery day to find out the sexes of the children. On the plus side, one of the other side effects of having three pregnant women in the house is that I'm getting luckier than usual. I don't know what it is about being pregnant, but all three girls are horny as hell (not a complaint; I'm just sayin'). Of course, when they get in one of their moods, things can get ugly—especially if one is having a bad day and takes the other two with her—but for the most part, things have been under control lately. I set my Sugar down on the bed and tugged at the knot in her shirt. Her breasts spilled out. She pulled my t-shirt over my head and my shorts fell to the floor. Soon enough, we were both undressed. My eyes devoured the sight before me. My lover lay on her back. Her breasts fell slightly to the sides. Her neatly-trimmed pussy was slick with excitement. Her hands ran absently up and down her body. "Daddy," she whispered, still in character. "There's something I want to give you." "What is it, Sugar?" "My cherry." Her eyes twinkled and she smiled lovingly at me. Gwen and Gabi have both learned this smile from their Momma and it makes my heart melt every time, no matter who's giving it to me. "Are you sure?" I asked, slipping a little bit of fatherly concern into my voice. "Oh, yes, Daddy," she purred. "I've wanted to give it to you for the longest time. Do you want my cherry, Daddy?" "Yes, I do, sweetheart." I pushed her back on the bed and climbed between her legs. I was on my knees, my sex sticking out straight in front of me. Taking my cock in my hand, I rubbed the head against her slit. "That feels soooooo good, Daddy," she blew in my ear. "Put your big daddy-dick inside me . . . Make love to your Sugar." All too happy to oblige, I pressed my sex forward, but not before leaning in to kiss my bride . . .er, Sugar. She gasped as the tip of my cock entered her. "Oh, Daddy!" she cried out. "Am I hurting you, Sugar?" I asked with a sly smile. "No, Daddy," she moaned. "You're just so big . . ." Just as I lied to her about being the best cocksucker in the world, she lied to me about having the biggest dick she'd ever taken inside her. It didn't matter, though, we were together, and that's what is important. I pushed into her quickly. Her fingernails dug into my back. This was probably the hundredth time I had taken her "virginity" and it never gets old. "I love you," she whispered in my ear as I bottomed out. All I could do was grunt. I started to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around my waist and held me close. "Please make love to me." This time the little girl voice was gone. Her hands cupped my face and she pulled me into a long, sloppy kiss. I lost myself in her embrace. Time seemed to stand still. Our bodies pressed together. The desperation that consumed us earlier was gone. Instead we lay there for a long time. I moved my hips just enough to keep my hard-on. Her hands caressed by body. My fingers teased her nipples. The role-play was forgotten as we melted into each other's arms. We started to grind together. After over a decade of lovemaking we could anticipate each other's movements. We complimented each other perfectly. Her hands went to my ass and she pulled me into her with each stroke. I kissed across her cheek to that spot just behind her ear that drives her crazy. Our moans became louder. My thrusts came faster. Leah—she was no longer "Sugar"—spread her legs wide, taking all of my length inside her. Her pussy was slick for me. I was hard for her. With each stroke, I thrust into the woman who was mother to my children. The woman who would soon bear me two more beautiful babies. My wife. And she made love to me, her best friend from high school. Her lover from college. The father of her children. Her husband. My toes started to tingle. She began to grunt with a little more enthusiasm. We were both getting close. I pulled back enough to look into her big brown eyes. My hand brushed the hair out of her face. We kissed one more time. Just as she bit my lip, we came together. It wasn't hard or rough. It was tender and loving. She arched her back and pressed her breasts into me. I thrust down towards her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The blood started to pound through our veins. I counted the pulses of my cock. When I got to twelve, I collapsed on top of my lover. My wife. And then my eyes went black. A few moments—seconds . . . minutes . . . it didn't matter—later, I lifted my head off the pillow. Leah lay beneath me, our naked bodies still pressed together. Her eyes were closed. Her hands absently ran up and down my back. Her featherlight touch made my skin crawl. I nuzzled up to her neck. She squealed with delight when I hit that spot she loves. We held each other for a long time, knowing that our peaceful interlude would soon come to an end. Our wives and children would be coming home soon, but for now, it was just the two of us. Cozied up in our little sanctuary, we savoured the moments we had together. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Have you seen Mimi and Geoff's latest video?" Leah asked as I lathered up her hair. "No," I replied. "When was it posted?" "Tuesday." She tilted her head back as my hands massaged her scalp. "They sent us an email . . . wanting to know if we would come down and see them next month." The warm water cascaded over our bodies. There were jets coming from all directions, one of the luxuries we had built into this house. In each of the master suites, we had a stand-up shower large enough for the four of us and a tub that could hold everyone with room to spare. Each bathroom was larger than my first apartment; they were almost as big as the master bedrooms. What used to be Melinda and my room has a Mediterranean décor along with all the usual amenities: dual sinks, lots of outlets, heated tile floors and so on. We spared no expense. Some days I feel guilty for the amount of money we spent on this house; if we had given it to charity, I'm sure Habitat for Humanity could have built a dozen homes for needy families. But at times like this, the guilt seemed to wash away like the sweat and the grime. "Have you replied to them?" I said, tilting her head back under one of the spray nozzles. She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair before answering. "Not yet. I figured we needed to talk with Melinda and Katie first. Turn around; I'll wash your back." "What exactly did they say?" When we had them over for dinner while we were in Georgia, Mimi mentioned something to Leah about us coming down to see them. Neither she nor Geoff talked to me. Apparently they had a proposition for the four of us. It seems that they had a few unfulfilled fantasies. Usually, when one of our "friends" approaches us about watching or swinging with us, we brush them off. After all, we zealously guard our privacy. Melinda is a department chair at the university. Between her job and her artwork, Leah is a local celebrity of sorts. Katie is a partner in a successful veterinary practice. I mostly take up space and mooch off the hard work of my wives, and I worry about the kids and what they might hear. The last thing I want is for our names and faces to appear on the news or in the local tabloids. I don't want them hearing rumours about how their parents are freaks. I've spent the last five years of my life trying to come up with a story that explains why our family is so different from everyone else they know and I don't want that explanation to come from their friends at school or from the television. Plus, I've got three wonderful partners already. There aren't many fantasies—or combinations—we haven't already worked out. I don't want to be the gateway for someone else to get their rocks off. And, if truth be told, I don't want to share "my" girls with anyone else. But then along came Mimi and Geoff. I guess they're a little different because they are old friends. I've actually known them longer than I've known Leah, and the two of us go back to middle school. They're also freakier than we are. Mimi just made partner at her law firm. Geoff teaches art at a high school. Both appear to be upstanding members of their community. They go to church and liberally give money to local charities. On the side they have a pornographic website. It's apparently very lucrative because Mimi told us they make more selling subscriptions to people who want to watch them fuck than she makes practising law (Geoff makes squat as a teacher so comparing their website income to his salary would be pointless). It doesn't stop there. The website they run features the two of them in various role-plays. In their videos, they're strictly monogamous, despite calls on their forums for them to introduce multiple partners. They have a small crew who does the actual filming and editing, but other than that, it's just them. Geoff's face almost never appears on camera, and when it does, he's usually hiding behind a beard/goatee and/or sunglasses. I guess he doesn't want to be outed at school. Of course, he's not the reason why people pay a subscription fee to join their website. Mimi is the main attraction. Or rather, her online persona of "Crystal" is why people pay the subscription fee. Have I mentioned that Mimi is absolutely drop-dead gorgeous? Her body has been smokin'-*hawt* since about seventh grade when the small bumps on her chest that began to bud in fifth grade filled out into big, full breasts. Her hips are nice and round. Her lips are full and sensual. She gets her exotic looks from her just-as-beautiful Lebanese mother. When on camera, she, too, disguises herself a little. Using wigs, make-up and some airbrushed tattoos, she has kept up this online alter ego for over two years and has yet to be recognised in public. Either that or the people who do recognise her would be too ashamed to admit they're whacking off while watching her fuck her husband (because that's what the four of us do when we watch their internet videos). To say it was a shock that some of our best friends from high school were getting rich off a pornographic internet site would be an understatement. Most of the videos on their site are of them, although they also feature a few other couples who they pay to appear. This generates a healthy amount of traffic and between advertising on their site, subscription fees and "Best of . . ." collections on DVD, they could easily quit their day jobs and go into porn full time. At first, we thought they were trying to recruit us to appear on their webpage. That was completely off the table. All of us were dead set against that in any way, shape or form. We don't need the money and I don't want my Uncle Tom or Katie's brother-in-law Jerry watching us have sex. After a few emails and a video conference, Mimi and Geoff assured us they wanted something else. It seems that their online exploits are just a bit of role-play for them. It pays the bills and feeds their inner exhibitionists, but isn't how they really are in bed. On their website, Mimi—er, Crystal—is the typical cock-hungry nymphomaniac who likes to talk dirty as her guy cums on her face. All she does is suck and fuck and let Geoff—a.k.a. Peter—blow his load all over her. In reality, they're hardcore into BDSM with her as the Domme and him as the sub. Early on, they did a little bit of that on their site and it wasn't very well received among their generally "mainstream" audience. They got lots of offers from fetish sites, but that didn't make them as much money. It seems that in order for BDSM sites to do well, viewers like the men dominant and the women submissive. "Geoff just doesn't have it in him," Mimi told us during one of our video conferences. She was very matter-of-fact, although I detected just a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Not even in make-believe." "So what do you want from us?" Melinda asked, not mincing words. Mimi and Geoff exchanged a loving look, then looked into the webcam. Geoff took a deep breath before speaking. "We want you four to help us fulfill a fantasy." We exchanged a couple more emails. In some ways the whole process was very surreal. They had some ideas. We countered. They countered our counter-offer. It was like we were negotiating an NFL salary cap contract, only instead of playing-time incentives, no-trade clauses or roster bonuses, our discussions involved anal sex, bondage, nipple clips and the Sybian. At first, the girls and I were all over the map as to whether to accept their proposition. But lately, the four of us had been closer to a consensus. Even Melinda, who had initially been the most wary of the three girls, was coming around. I was just going with the flow, but deep down, I hoped this latest email would seal the deal. "They're okay with everything we've asked for," Leah replied, a hint of excitement in her voice. She pressed her body against me and I could feel her erect nipples digging in to my back. My hand reached between us and went to the space between her legs. She was slick and not just because we were in the shower. I turned around, letting the water rinse off my back. Mr. Happy practically jumped into Leah's waiting hands. When I was fully erect, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall. The warm water washed over us both. It's a good thing we had a "tankless" hot water heater put in at each of the master bathrooms or the flow would have gone cold at just about any moment! The head of my cock was wedged between the cheeks of her ass. My hands caressed her shoulders and I nibbled my way up her neck. "I like that," Leah purred. "Pussy or ass?" I whispered in her ear. "You're an evil man, making me choose," she snickered. "Which do you want?" Reaching around, I cupped her breasts. They were cool after being pressed against the tile, but they warmed quickly in my hands. "I want to cum in your tight little cunt," I bit the nape of her neck. "It won't be so tight after your baby comes," Leah tilted her head back. My lips went to her neck. "*Our* baby," I corrected her. She made moaning noises as I nibbled on her soft skin. Pulling her back towards me, I bent her forward at the waist. She reached out and propped herself up against the wall. I slipped into her easily. Having two loads of cum inside her already made her sex exceptionally slick. My fingers dug into her hips and we established an easy rhythm. We didn't have much time left, but I was determined to enjoy every second of our private tryst. "Cum in me," Leah groaned. "Cum in me like you're going to make another baby . . ." I increased my rhythm just a little. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass broke through the steady stream of water. We both cried out with pleasure. Leah was leaning against the wall, one arm holding her up. Her other hand was between her legs, frantically rubbing her clit. Even after cumming twice inside her, I wasn't going to last much longer. "Fuck me," she shouted, and I was all too happy to oblige. "Sweetie . . . I'm going to . . . I'm about to . . ." "Yes," Leah moaned. "Cum all over me." Our hips moved in concert. After eleven years of lovemaking we knew just how to get each other off. I thrust into her one final time. She whimpered and I felt her pussy fill with warmth. Neither of us moved for a long time. I could still hear my heart pounding. "No . . . don't," she said when I started to pull out of her. "Hold me." Taking Leah in my arms, we leaned against the tile wall, spooned together. My legs were weak; hers probably were, too. Brushing her hair to the side, I kissed the back of her neck at the spot of her tattoo. When we got back from Georgia, the girls decided we needed to find a way to proclaim our eternal love for one another. I thought that's what the wedding bands were for, but they had other plans. I'm not sure who came up with the idea, but we all decided to mark ourselves. Actually, they made the decision; I acquiesced because that's what husbands with three wives do. There was a little bit of discussion, but soon Leah drew up an image we all could live with. On each of us, right at the top of our neck, there is a tattoo of a four-leaf clover. It's surrounded by a gleaming gold ring. Inside the ring are four stars, one for each of our children. When the new babies are born, we're going to get four more stars. The girls all have shoulder-length or longer hair, and my tattoo is low enough on my neck it's hidden if I'm wearing a shirt with a collar, so you can only see them if we want you to. Otherwise they're our little secret, kind of like our foursome. "I love you," she said gently. We held each other until my flaccid cock slipped out of my wife. Then I turned her around and pulled her close. We rinsed ourselves one more time, then dried off, got dressed and waited for the rest of our family to return. We didn't say another word. Neither of us wanted to break the precious silence or calm. Instead we just cuddled up with the twins in Leah's belly and let our love speak for itself. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* That night, after putting the kids to bed, the four of us sat around the coffee table in the living room. Each of us had a copy of Mimi and Geoff's email. "So what do we do?" I asked. "I say we do it." Since our trip to Georgia, Katie was the most gung-ho about this new adventure. "To what end?" Melinda asked skeptically. She has been the most reserved. I think she didn't want anything to mess us the chemistry we had formed over the years. Extra-marital activity will do that, you know. "Do we want two more partners?" "It's not like we're inviting them to move in," Katie pointed out. "So why Mimi and Geoff?" my blond wife said. I think in part she was playing the devil's advocate, if only to get us to fully think through the actions we were thinking about. "Why not Ed and Becky? Or Jimmy and Cassie? How many other couples have propositioned us for some action? Why these two?" "They're old friends," Leah said. "We can trust them. They have more to lose than we do." "You haven't seen them in what . . . twelve . . . years?" Melinda pressed. "I'm sure they knew—or at least heard the rumours—about us years ago. Why didn't they contact us then? Why now?" "Maybe they weren't ready to take this step," I said calmly. "Maybe we aren't either." "I just don't want to lose what we've got," Melinda said softly. Leah reached over and took her hand. "It's been eleven years and I think we've got a pretty good thing going. I'm afraid of messing *us* up." An uncomfortable silence fell over the table. Katie turned to me. "What do you want? You've been awful quiet during this whole discussion." "I want you three to be happy," I said simply. "So you don't want to bang Mimi?" Leah taunted. "Not any more than you do," I retorted. "Here's where I stand on this: There can be no doubts for any of us. We all need to be on the exact same page about everything. There can be no jealousy, no resentments. If we go, we all have to want to. If we say no, we all have to want that, too." "You're evading the question," Katie said. "Is this something you want?" I shifted uncomfortably. "Truthfully? No. Would I like to get into Yesmine Williamson's pants? Hell, yes, I would! Anyone with a pulse would. Do I want to share the three of you with someone else? No. Call me a selfish bastard, but I don't like the idea of someone else—anyone else—sleeping with my girls. Let's face it: You three have spoiled me. For the past decade, I've had the three most beautiful women in the world all to myself. And I don't want to share." "But—" Leah started. "I'm not done." I put up my hand to stop her. "But I know this is something you all want . . . Yes, even you, Melinda. I know there are some things you all want to do that for whatever reason don't work when it comes to the four of us. I understand that. But I want you all to be happy. I want you to have that something I can't give you myself. I think we should do it. They've agreed to our terms. We've agreed to theirs. As far as I'm concerned, all the cards are on the table. I grew up with these two and I know we can trust them." "Are you sure?" Melinda said softly. "If that's what the three of you want," I replied, meaning every word. "Listen . . . I've spent the last decade living out every guy's fantasy. I know there are some others that you all have that I just can't deliver . . . at least not on my own. I just want you all to be happy." "And you want to bone the hottest girl in the school," Leah snorted. "Oh, hell, yeah! Do you remember going tubing with them on the Ichetucknee? I'm glad the water is a cool 72 degrees all year long . . . it kept my hard-on under control and Mimi's nipples up all day." At that point our conversation devolved into some playful smacks, pinches and tickling. There was a little more discussion, but everyone knew where it was going, and soon enough we had a consensus. A little while later, we were lay in the big bed. Katie and Leah were curled up together. Melinda and I held one another, watching them sleep. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" she whispered in my ear. I kissed Melinda on the back of her neck. "Are you going to fall in love with Mimi or Geoff?" "No." "Then I'm fine," I said. "Remember that week in Disney World? I was okay sharing you with Carl and I'll be okay sharing you all with Geoff." "As long as you get to have Mimi." "No, it's not even that." I nibbled on her neck a little more. "If you said you three wanted to have them and all I could do was watch, I'd be fine with that. I love you. I love Leah and I love Katie. I don't want for attention or sex or love. As long as you three are waking up in my arms every morning, I don't care what else goes on between me and them." "I'm happy to hear you say that," Melinda said softly. "A part of me thinks that we're jumping into this a little early. After all, the four of us have only been 'married' for three months. Adding extra partners usually doesn't help out most marriages . . . but then again, we're not most marriages. I also know Katie has been the most enthusiastic about this because she's the least experienced. She never got to have any wild flings; it was pretty much Carl, Leah and then us." She paused for a moment. "But I know they're not looking for anything other than a weekend of wild, uninhibited sex. None of us want anything other than what we've got right now. But it would be nice to get to try out some of those things we've talked about for all these years." We both purred at the mention of all those nasty little fantasies everyone has but very few people ever act out. My cock stiffened a little between her thighs. "I want you to know one other thing," she said as I pushed forward, my cockhead pressing against the slick entrance to her pussy. "I've already told the other girls this . . . and I'll tell Mimi and Geoff, too . . . I don't want him inside me. I'll suck him off, I'll let him tittyfuck me, but I won't have intercourse with him and I won't swallow for him. You're the only man who will ever have me." Pulling her close, I nuzzled up against her neck. She moaned softly when I bit her just at the top of the shoulder. I pushed forward with my cock and slipped inside her. We made love long and slow. At first we tried to be quiet, but soon enough, both of the other girls were awake. They joined in and the four of us knew nothing but the pleasure and love that the other three felt. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The girls banished me from the house. Usually, I'm in charge of running the day-to-day things and keeping everything straight. It's all part of being the one of us who stays home. However, with company coming, the girls all went on a cleaning tear, because apparently I didn't do it right. Mimi and Geoff had originally invited us to come visit them, but the girls wanted to do it on their own terms and in a place that was familiar to them. So we invited our friends up to visit us for a long weekend once school got out. There's enough to do where we live that we could entertain the kids during the day and have some side adventures for ourselves at night. Getting sent out of the house actually suited me fine because it let me get away from the kids and work on my hobby for some "me" time. Next to my three wives and four (soon to be eight) kids, I have two other babies. I call the first of them "Candy"; she's a 1965 Corvette Roadster in fire-engine red with a white convertible top. Under the hood is a 350 fuel-injected small block and M21 close-ratio 4-speed manual transmission that's as smooth as silk. When I bought her, she was a little run down, but I rebuilt her from the ground up and added some modern amenities like satellite radio, GPS and seats with good lumbar support. The numbers don't match, the engine's not original and she's got a lot of miles, but that's not the point. She drives like a dream and was built to go cruising. Candy turns heads and draws many admiring stares. At car shows, the snobbier Corvette owners—with their 400 original miles and stock engines that have been babied in a climate-controlled storage facility for the last forty years—turn up their noses, but we keep moving along. Cars are made for driving, not sitting in a garage as a show piece. My wives are that way, too. We'd rather go out and have fun than worry what other people might say or think about us. None of them are drop-dead gorgeous, but to me, Katie, Leah and Melinda are the most beautiful women in the world. They're not as "perfect" as those magazines would have you believe, but I wouldn't trade them for anything . . . Certainly not some trophy wife who only eats rice cakes and celery! My other baby is where Candy was about four years ago. She doesn't have a name yet, but she's lean and mean. I stripped her down to the frame and have been restoring the 1970 Chevelle convertible to better-than-original condition. She's also red, but has black racing stripes and I'm fitting her out with polished chrome everywhere. When I bought her, she had an after-market 350 under the hood, but I lifted it out and dropped in a 454 LS6 for a little extra power. I am in the process of putting in a 4 speed automatic transmission with a slapstick shifter, and I think I'm going to have to beef up her rear differential to keep the frame from twisting when I drop the hammer at the drag strip. If Candy is my cruiser, this other car is going to be my racer. When we built the house, the girls pretty much had run of the place. I had a little bit of input, especially when it came to the building part, but just about everything inside was planned and decorated by the girls. They wanted things to be "just right". If you've built your own house with a woman, you know what I'm talking about. Now try that with three of them. Your best bet is to say, "Yes, dear" and then just do whatever it is they tell you. However, when it came time to build the guest house, it was all me. It's a two-story building with a small living space on the upper level and a garage/workshop on the bottom floor. Since the ground around our house slopes as you go around back, there are entrances to both levels that don't involve any steps. On one side downstairs is a shop for all my tools including a woodworking bench and space large enough to work on something as big as a bookshelf or a couch. On the other side is *my* car garage (there is another four-car garage underneath the main house where we keep our daily drivers); I have two bays, one where I keep Candy in from the elements (I don't think her top has ever been up), and there's a shop-grade hydraulic lift in the other one. The Chevelle was on the lift, although I only had her about four inches off the ground; high enough that I didn't have to bend over too much to work on the engine. After mowing the lawn earlier in the day, I was tinkering around, mostly just to kill time until our company arrived. I vaguely heard the door open and close. The footsteps I recognised as Melinda's. "Hey, sweetheart," she purred softly. Looking up, I was presented with a most luscious sight. My wife was wearing a knee-length A-line skirt and a white button-down blouse. Her hair was pulled back, but I didn't really notice it. The top five buttons were open, and her magnificent breasts were spilling out. Those pillow-soft orbs were just barely held in place by a bra that seemed like it was ready to burst at any second. She sauntered over to me. Her hips swayed and her breasts bounced with every step. Melinda walked around the car as I hunched over the engine block. She made sure to strut seductively and flash her shapely legs and voluptuous curves. "Hey, yourself," I replied, fully aware that I was being seduced. Or rather, I was about to get jumped. For the record, that's not a complaint; I'm just sayin'. "Whatcha working on?" she asked, pressing against me. I could feel her breasts on my back. I shrugged. "Just checking the vacuum lines." Her hand ran up my back and settled on my neck. You know the spot: its right at the base of your skull and if you hit it just right, it will make your entire body shiver. Melinda has always had a knack for finding that spot with the first pass. "I have a problem," she whispered. "Oh, really?" I asked coyly. "And what might that be?" "You know how we all have something to do each day? I'm having trouble today." Her mouth formed a slight pout. "What are you having trouble with, Honey?" I almost creamed my shorts when she stuck her tongue in my ear. "I can't cum." "Why can't you cum?" I asked when my voice returned. "It's kind of hard to explain," she whined before maneuvering herself between me and the car. I leaned in and kissed her. "Maybe you should take a look at what's under the hood." "Right away," I said with a smile. I was wondering if we were going to play "mechanic". Quickly cleaning my hands off on a rag, I dropped the hood on the Chevelle, then lifted Melinda so she was sitting on the grille. Her feet rested on the bumper. I love big American cars. Almost as much as I love big American girls. Melinda leaned over and pulled my face into her breasts. I could have suckled on her nipples forever, but she had other ideas. Leaning back, she pulled her skirt up, showing me that she wasn't wearing any panties and the plug that was nestled securely in her ass . . . just as she had been instructed. Her pussy was shaved bare. Her labia were swollen with excitement. I looked down at my wife and saw her unbuttoning her shirt. My cock was hard and I didn't know if I was going to make it through the preliminaries. "I've been trying and trying all morning," she whined. "And I just can't cum. Please help me." "Play with your tits," I grunted, reaching for the hydraulic lift controls. She began to knead her big round tits as I raised her and the car up. When her pussy was level with my mouth, I began to kiss the insides of her thighs. The sweet smell of her sex was intoxicating. Two of my fingers slipped into her easily. "Please eat me," she moaned. "Please eat what?" I teased. "Eat my pussy," Melinda implored me desperately. "Eat my hot little cunt." I smiled to myself then dove in between her legs with my tongue. At first, I debated whether I should tease her for a while or if I should do the swirly thing she taught all of us that's pretty much guaranteed to bring a woman to orgasm *very* quickly. "Right there," she groaned. "Oh, yes! . . . Fucking eat me!" With her legs resting on the bumper, she began to buck her pussy against my mouth. I drank down her juices which were running freely. Her knees began to quiver. Glancing up, I saw her fingers pinching her nipples through her bra. Her head rolled from side to side. "Don't stop . . . don't you dare stop," she gasped as I sucked hard on her clit. "Oh, that's it . . . that's it . . . eat Mama's pussy . . . I'm about to . . . Here I cu—" I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and she let loose with a primal scream. I lapped at her pussy, trying not to let a drop go to waste. She gasped for breath, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure. Smiling to myself, I let Melinda down from her orgasm slowly. She continued to shudder with every breath. The insides of her legs were coated with cum. As was my face. The only sound in the garage was her unsteady gasps. I waited until they became somewhat regular, then reached for the control for the hydraulic lift. Melinda jumped slightly as I lowered the car back to its original position, about four inches off the ground. I pulled her so she was once again sitting on the hood of my car. Her legs were wobbly. Her pupils were dilated. Her magnificent breasts spilled out of her blouse. Taking her hand, I led her around the car. I opened the door and climbed into the back seat. As I pushed my shorts and boxers down past my knees, Melinda climbed on top of me. We weren't supposed to be doing this, but in that moment, I didn't care. I love being inside my wives right after they've had an orgasm. Especially Melinda. Even after two children, her pussy is still as tight as it has ever been. Despite all the fucking it's taken, I'll never tire of it. She lowered herself down on top of me. We both let out a low, throaty moan. "How long do we have?" she nibbled on my ear. "Forever," I whispered. She looked into my eyes and I knew no other man would ever have her again. Melinda laughed gently. "No, silly. How long until Mimi and Geoff arrive?" "A couple more hours," I guessed. "We'd better not take too long," my wife said, her voice sultry. "We have to get cleaned up so no one finds out we've been bad." "Oh, you've been bad all right," I smacked her backside playfully. As I filled up her pussy, I could feel the plug in her ass pressing back against me. "I think you'll need to be punished later." "Oooooooh," she purred. "Whip me, beat me, make me write bad checks!" "I plan on it," I promised. She leaned in and gave me a deep kiss. We made love in the back seat of the Chevelle. Long and slow. It's a good thing we were well away from the main house. She screamed like a banshee when she came. I just prayed, calling out God's name. A lot. When it was over, we looked into each others's souls and promised our undying love to one another. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* We were washed up and clean when Mimi and Geoff arrived. Katie and Leah were joined by Melinda and the girls finished cleaning the house. I showered out in the guest house and tried not to look like the cat who ate the canary. The girls were all wearing loose blouses and skirts. The four kids were traipsing about with the promise of new friends on their minds. I gave everyone a hug and a kiss. The little ones got a tickle or two. The big girls each gave me a handful of their backside and a quick feel if no one was looking. I was in the kitchen helping Katie make dinner when our guests pulled in. Melinda called for the kids. We all went outside to greet Mimi, Geoff and their kids. As they got out of their car, Leah rushed out to greet them with warm hugs and kisses. We introduced everyone, which takes a while when twelve people are involved. Both of my old high school friends looked just as vibrant and happy as when we had last seen them just a couple of months ago. Only now when I looked at them, all I could picture in my mind's eye was watching them fuck. Because that's what the four of us spent our nights doing each time they released a new video. I helped with their bags. Even though they were only staying for a long weekend, there was plenty of stuff to bring in. Our four children hit it off right away with their two. Kaylee is the oldest at five, although their daughter Tiffany is only a year younger. Their son Jeremy is almost three, just like Bryan. Gwen and Gabi are only a couple of months behind. We had talked to the kids about our guests and how they were special friends we had grown up with and that they needed to be on their best behaviour. Or we tried to. Sometimes, talking to two year-olds is like talking to a dog. Only the kids talk back every now and then. I went back to the kitchen while Melinda and Leah gave Geoff and Mimi the five minute tour. Katie corralled the kids as best she could. The rest of our evening was spent reminiscing and catching up. The kids disappeared into the downstairs play room as the adults rotated through in pairs to keep an eye on them. Only Katie and I were exempt from watching the little ones, and that was because we were in charge of cooking. Mimi was as strikingly beautiful as always. It wasn't long before Katie and I found ourselves alone with her. "Thank you for doing this for us," she said, pouring a glass of wine for herself. Katie and I both declined. "We're not doing this for you," Katie shot her a mischievous smile. "We're doing it for *us*." The two girls shared a look. Their eyes seemed to smolder. It's hard to explain. On one level, they were sizing each other up. On another, they were promising each other great things to come. "Did you follow our instructions?" Katie broke the silence. "Yes," Mimi replied evenly. I jumped when Katie struck her across the chest. For just a second, Mimi seemed to recoil, like a cat about to retaliate. But then she remembered her place. " 'Yes', what?" my wife said firmly. Mimi's eyes dropped submissively. "Yes, Mistress." "Prove it," Katie said, her voice not relenting. I could tell Mimi was both loving it and having a hard time as she turned around and bent over. One hand went to brace herself against the counter. The other flipped up her skirt. A red buttplug stuck out of her shapely rear end. And a matching vibrator was buried in her pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties. "How long have they been in?" Katie asked. Her hand reached out and gently caressed Mimi's firm backside. "Since this morning, Mistress," Mimi replied softly. "Very good," the redhead patted her approvingly. "Where is the control?" "In my purse, Mistress." "Get it for me." Mimi stood, her skirt falling back down. She took one step before Katie struck her across the ass with the metal spatula in her hand. "No, slave!" she thundered, striking her again. "You do not walk when I give you a command! Slaves crawl!" With a look that was something between abject terror and absolute pleasure, Mimi fell to her knees and crawled on her hands and knees over to the kitchen table where her purse was. Katie and I exchanged a wicked glance. My redheaded wife was once the most demure and sexually unadventurous of the four of us. But over the last eleven years she had awakened and embraced her sexuality. She reveled in pleasure, both giving and receiving. Of my wives, Leah is the most sexually submissive. In our everyday lives, Melinda is clearly the alpha female of our group, but in bed, she can be either the top or the bottom, depending on how she feels that day, although she likes the rough games the least. Katie loves to be in control. When we were still two couples, she and Leah complimented each other perfectly. We're not into super-hardcore BDSM, but we like to play some bondage games every now and then. When she gets into one of her moods, Katie rules the roost among the girls. The other two call her "Mistress Katya" and they alternately hate and love her creativity in bed. I'm a lousy sub. We tried it once or twice and it's just not something I could ever get into. I think that was part of the charm of this adventure for the girls. Geoff would let them . . . no, he would *beg* them . . . to do things to him that I would never allow. In turn, Mimi says she is a lot like Melinda. That is, she often likes to be in control, but sometimes wants to play the other role. In that, Geoff cannot do. Like Leah, he just doesn't have it in him. So we made a deal. The girls would get to have their way with Geoff, and I would get to have my way with Mimi. Not a bad trade, huh? Mimi slinked back over to us, the wireless transmitter for the vibrator in her mouth. She lay it at Katie's feet, not daring to look up. "You learn quickly, slave," Katie said, showering a bit of praise on her new sexual toy. Katie bent over and caressed Mimi's cheek. Her next words even sent a chill through my spine. "Remember your place, Yesmine, and I will reward you. Cross me and you will beg for mercy." A flash of anticipation and pleasure shone in Mimi's eyes. Her mouth practically started to water and I could almost smell her sex creaming. "Yes, Mistress." "Now go back downstairs and spend your last hours as a free woman," Katie said, drawing Mimi to her feet. Her legs shaking, Mimi walked to the door that led downstairs. She gave us one final look. It was part frustration. Part exhilaration. Part anticipation. Mimi jumped when Katie pressed the button on the control. The button that started the vibrator buried within Mimi's pussy. Then she turned and went down the steps, her long dark hair waving as she tried to keep her balance. "Do you really think they've really gone a week without fucking?" Katie mused, the remote control turning over in her hand. "I'd say so," I chuckled. "Considering that she almost came all over our kitchen when you smacked her tits." "That was pretty hot, wasn't it?" "Hell, yes, 'Mistress'," I said, my lip curling up into and pernicious grin. "I should make you call me that all weekend." "We've been through that already," I took a step towards her. Her body stiffened for just a second, then she folded into my grasp. I snaked one hand up behind her neck and pulled on her hair. Katie gasped and stuck her chest out, her throat exposed for me. I bit her just behind the ear. "Haven't we?" "Yes, Master." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* A little while later, the twelve of us were sitting around the table just off the kitchen. The kids had their choice of mac and cheese or what the adults were having. Only Kaylee opted for the "grown up" meal: grilled chicken Caesar salad. Eating is always an adventure in our house, although with two extra sets of eyes to watch the kids, things were a little easier. We talked and laughed with our friends. Tiffany and Jeremy were smart and polite. Our kids were generally good. Soon enough, the children asked to be excused. Kaylee and Tiffany took their plates to the sink; we would clean up after the little ones. We all adjourned to the downstairs play room; not all of us were finished eating, but the space down there is large enough that we can keep an eye on everyone and the kids won't feel like they are cooped up somewhere they don't want to be. The six adults talked about things adults usually talk about: money, jobs, vacations, etc. Much of this conversation we had when we met up in Georgia, but now Mimi wanted to know more about us, especially Leah. My brunette wife is a local celebrity of sorts. One of the reasons we settled in Asheville is because of the thriving community of artists. She is a painter of some local renown and because our lifestyle permits it, she owns a gallery that features not only her own work, but other local artists as well. In addition, she has a recurring art segment on one of the local television stations and is a part-time reporter for them as well. She used to work full-time, but like the other girls has cut back lately owing to the pregnancy. Katie couldn't keep her eyes off Mimi. There seemed be an electricity between the two of them. Everyone else at the table saw it, too. "So are you guys happy to almost be over the 'terrible twos'?" Geoff asked when his wife excused herself from the couch. "They actually haven't been too bad," Melinda said. "Kaylee was worse at their age." "Really?" Geoff's eyebrow shot up. "These three are actually pretty good. Bryan is the most laid-back kid you'll ever meet," my wife explained. "He has his moments, but all in all, he's a lot like his dad. He just goes with whatever flow he finds. We've only had Gwen and Gabi for a little over a year and I think they've finally adjusted to life with us." "Did I hear you flew to Vietnam to pick them up?" Mimi returned from the bathroom and sat down next to her husband. Her face was a little flush. They didn't touch. "Leah and Katie did," Melinda looked over at our wives, who were horsing around with the kids. "How are they adjusting?" "Pretty well, I think. They were a little scared at first. After all, they were nine months old, traveling halfway around the world and going to live with a new family." Melinda gave the twins a wistful look. "They're also very different kids. Gabi is quiet and shy. Gwen is more outgoing. For the first four months, neither could stand to be out the other's sight. If we took them in different rooms, they both cried until they could see each other. They've gotten a little better lately, but they still sleep in the same room." She took a deep breath before continuing. "Katie said the orphanage where they were living was okay as far as third world countries go. It wasn't dirty or squalid, but I think they were severely lacking for attention. It is overcrowded and understaffed. Both girls were underweight and they are very clingy, especially Gabi. She has nightmares, too. The only thing that makes them go away is when Gwen wakes up in the middle of the night and gets in bed with her sister." "That's very sweet," Mimi said softly. "It is," Melinda agreed. "They only both started talking recently. I'm hoping they're young enough that they don't remember any of the bad things." I reached out, took my wife's hand and squeezed it supportively. Although we share the responsibility of raising all four of the kids, until we got "married" a couple of months ago in Georgia, Melinda and I (unconsciously) thought of Kaylee and Bryan as "our" children and Gwendollyn and Gabrielle as "their" (ie-Leah and Katie's) children. Now, they all belong to "us", even though we still have a momentary slip or two. We sat around and talked for a little while longer, then went to get a snack. This is our signal to the kids that it's almost bed time. We had milk and pretzels, then put the little ones in their pull-up diapers and the twelve of us sat down to watch "Finding Nemo" on DVD. By the time movie ended, the kids were all nodding off and the adults were ready to get down to business. I think the fact that five of the six adults had remote control vibrators inside them that had a habit of turning on and off seemingly at random may have had something to do with that. All I know is that Katie was driving Mimi nuts and I was doing my best to keep Leah on edge. Everyone else was on their own. Only Bryan was still awake at the end of the movie, but even he had to be carried upstairs. Kaylee and Tiffany were sleeping in Kaylee's room, we unrolled a sleeping bag for Jeremy in Bryan's room, and Gwen and Gabi were in their own beds. Mimi and Geoff were a little nervous about leaving their kids two stories up, but we assured them that we could keep an eye on everyone. And with that, our next great adventure was about to begin. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *There's more to our story coming up! Thanks again to my editor, michchick98.*

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It was hard to believe such a thing was real, but given the amount of real-life accounts attesting for it, then clearly there had to be something there. On the surface it appeared to be nothing more than your standard clicker game: open it up for the first time, spend a couple of hours actively clicking on things to make numbers go up, and then maybe, if your patience was good enough, you’d progress to a stage where you wouldn’t even need to click on anything in order to make the numbers go up even higher! It scratched an itch that almost every brain had, a primal need for more that manifested in watching three digits become four, then five, then ultimately ten and other such ridiculous quantities, hence why the Internet was flooded by those things just as much as it was by asset flips and cheap, shitty ROM hacks. But that one was different. Not only was it created by a reputable bioengineering company, of all things, but it was only available on a special mobile device that they themselves had created, and was supposed to have actual effects on the player’s biology depending on how they played it, a proprietary piece of technology that many decried as being little more than blatantly false advertisement meant to sell a cheap knock-off of most smartphones available on the market. But the review section was filled with people claiming that it absolutely worked, so clearly there must be something to it… right? Blake’s wallet hurt when he went ahead and bought the damned thing purely due to word of mouth, knowing full well that he was probably falling into the same pitfall as everyone else in the short grace period before realizing every good review was probably a planted shill. Still, three hundred dollars down the drain for something that was effectively just a smartphone with less features and something that was supposed to increase his body’s potency in “ways that he could never imagine”; he expected there to be some sort of registration, maybe even a synching period where he had to wear electrodes or anything really, but… no. There was nothing, nothing beyond the “Clicker” app that took up an entire screen just by itself, and opened without even so much as asking him for his name, let alone anything actually important. However, instead of giving him a giant pastry to slam his sausage fingers onto, the software instead opened with a large, scrollable menu with what looked to be dozens of identical copies of the company logo, all of which seemed to be a different type of clicker game focused entirely on one very specific aspect of his biology; he had to hand it to them, everything was there, neatly laid out and ready for anyone to look through and probably blush at all the options made available to them, some of which were blatantly sexual in nature despite there not being an eighteen-plus warning anywhere on that damned thing. And yet, there they were, clear as day, labelled with such amazing names as “Breast Clicker”, “Milk Clicker”, “Cock Clicker”, and the one that the cat had secretly been looking for the whole time: “Cum Clicker.” To say that he wasn’t slightly embarrassed by it would be a heinous lie, because he absolutely was. Coming from a family of rather well-endowed individuals, Blake had always felt incredibly inadequate when it came to his own body, in that it was perfectly average and nothing about it really betrayed just what kind of lineage he had behind him; in fact, whenever anyone made the link between his last name and the rather well-known adult movie stars that constantly made the rounds through online spaces every couple of months, they couldn’t help but double-check just to make sure there was no actual relation. In fact, at times Blake went so far as to claim he was from a different family altogether just to avoid the embarrassment, but no more; if that app did what it was purported to do, then he was finally going to get his just dues, even if he’d had to wait until he was twenty-seven for that to happen. With his finger shaking but his mind determined, he approached the “Cum Clicker” option and, fittingly, clicked on it… leading to a black screen with a small loading bar on the bottom of it that progressed so slowly that it made him feel like the whole thing was a joke. Ten minutes he waited, ten minutes where he felt uncharacteristically hot and tight all over, probably from all the anticipation building up inside of him, until finally the game proper was revealed. It was nothing special: the company logo in the center of the screen, a counter on the top with his name on it (somehow), and several pop-up menus on the right side that he could bring up in order to purchase in-game upgrades and other such goodies that would make his life easier in terms of making the counter go up. The whole point was for him not to click the logo after all, not until far into the game itself when he’d have to actively chain bonuses and temporary boosts in order to achieve the biggest amount of digits, but rather to buy stuff that would do the clicking for him while he sat around watching the game slowly play itself, all while it supposedly worked its magic on his body. So… he started clicking. Each time he pressed on the screen he gained one point, until he had ten and could purchase the first of what looked to be twenty different types of auto-clicker; this first one didn’t even generate a point every second, but that was alright, because Blake could just spend five minutes clicking away until he had enough fake points to buy enough of the auto-clickers that they actually made a difference. From there it was easy enough to start racking up enough fake points to proceed to the next kind of automatic points generator, and from then on it turned into the same-old routine of trying to maximize one’s gains by way of simple math, ratios and buying the right kind of synergies and direct upgrades to make that counter on the top of the screen go faster and faster. From tens to hundreds to thousands, Blake barely noticed as his morning whiled away and he lost several hours staring at a screen watching a number grow bigger, having completely forgotten what the original point was; it was so easy to lose oneself in this sort of experience that he only snapped back to reality when he heard his stomach grumble and rememberdc he was supposed to eat, only then realizing it was half past noon and spent goodness knows how long staring at this new mobile device for… what was the reason again? Right, of course, his package. Blake put the smartphone on the table in front of him and got up, inspecting himself for any changes only to find… none. He pulled open the front of his pants and underwear just to be sure, but exactly as he expected, nothing had actually happened; he’d been suckered in by the promise of a miraculous cure to his lack of a hyper condition, spent way too much money on it, and now suffered from a chronic case of buyer’s remorse that he’d have to fix the day after, when he bothered to return the stupid piece of hardware. For the time being, however, he chose to focus on getting something to eat; he was positively starving. Having left the app running while he did so, Blake failed to notice as the numbers kept climbing higher and higher, no longer being drained in order to buy more auto-clickers to make them go higher to buy more auto-clickers. And since the numbers were getting larger, so too did the effect they were supposed to have begin to manifest, no longer impeded by a stupid cat trying to hold it back because he thought that’s how it worked… though an argument could be made about it being an investment into future gains, but that was ultimately moot; what mattered was that the app, synched as it was to the feline’s body, could finally start performing the sort of changes it needed in order to get their physiology up to speed, changes that Blake was blissfully ignorant of even as he bemoaned them not existing while cooking up a side of beef. He was so busy bitching about his poor luck that he failed to notice that his pants were getting surprisingly tight and ill-fitting, too busy trying to focus on something other than the app’s “failure” to take in how his package was bloating outwards at a small, but still noticeable pace. So single-minded was his determination to be mad about things that, by point he should have been fully aware of something being wrong, he was still only beginning to wonder if his pants had gotten smaller in the wash, right before shrugging it off and carrying on cooking lunch. It took until he sat down to eat before reality asserted itself and the cat flinched, suddenly feeling like he accidentally sat on something very sensitive that he shouldn’t have even touched at all. He got back up immediately, mind racing as he considered the possibility that maybe, against all odds, the app had actually worked. He didn’t look down at himself, at least not immediately; rather, he rushed to the bathroom, where he kept a full-body mirror, and promptly stripped from the waist down, and what he saw when he did so was enough to have him gasp and instinctively bring his hands up to his mouth: he was bigger. Not just bigger in the sense that he had a hard-on or hadn’t jacked off in a few days and could imagine that he gained an inch or two, but big enough that he knew for a fact that what he was seeing was not his regular size, nor was it anything he could’ve achieved naturally in any way, shape or form. With nuts the size of large oranges and a cock approaching the ten-inch mark, the only thing better than what he was looking at was the realization that he was still growing larger even while he stared at himself; it took a bit for him to notice it, but the longer he stood there, the more he came to understand that the feeling of pressure inside of his nuts was indeed those things bloating outwards with even more seed, while his dick very steadily creeped forward with extra size in order to compensate. He felt heavily, enough that he didn’t even want to walk for fear of what it might do to his brain’s pleasure centers, but given that his new phone was still in the living room… he had to go there. Clearly, the app actually worked, and if that was the case then he had to go play it some more and get busy with as many bonuses and upgrades as he could muster, because if this was what happened in the early game, who knew what might be possible once he actually got serious? He turned around, carefully navigating his way back to where he left the smartphone running until he could bend down and pick it up, choosing not to sit on the sofa in order to make room for a hypothetical sack that would absolutely be made real in just a few moments. He was slightly disappointed when he saw the number on display; having played his fair share of clicker games in the past, he knew for a fact that it could get a whole lot more ridiculous than that… but he also knew that, now that he had a good stockpile of it accrued from his time preparing lunch, it meant he could invest it in so many new additions to his number-growing that he’d be back at that value in no time! A shopping binge ensued, with new auto-clickers, new upgrades, new bonuses, more numbers and digits flying by as, indeed, he returned to his starting point in little under ten minutes, already feeling his nuts bloat and fill at a much faster pace than before; the combined efforts of the number counter and the sheer rate of point-gaining had come together to ensure that his body was, indeed, going on overdrive, making his nuts produce cum at such an accelerated rate that he could actually see it happening if he bothered to look down! Inch by inch his orbs swelled outwards, cock following suit as it gained more mass from seemingly nowhere, only made worse (better!) by the fact that he had progressed so far into the game that he literally couldn’t get rid of all those points even if he wanted to; if beforehand he had to wait for ages before getting the next upgrade, now it was a matter of simply clicking the next random temporary boost and making good use of it, smashing his fingertips on the screen to chain together some truly absurd amounts of multiplicatives, racking up fake points like nobody’s business! With a wide grin on his face, Blake purchased every upgrade he could find, barely even paying attention to what the game was doing to him so much as focusing entirely on making it do so faster and more efficiently. Thus, it wasn’t all that surprising when he felt something touch his balls, something flat, cold, and entirely immobile: the floor. It was hard to believe that it was happening, but all Blake had to do was look down to see that yes, not only were his cumtanks big enough that they were the reason the inside part of his legs felt so warm, they were so big that they had finally reached the ground beneath his feet, the very bottom of them smushing deliciously against the wood panelling, just as the tip of his cock, bubbling with pre and leaving smears of it all over his own sack, dragged along on top of them. Only then, when he actually bothered to look at himself and see what was being done to his body, did the cat start to hear the sounds coming from within those enormous orbs: the churning, the sloshing, the low groaning and creaking like the complaining of dry, stretched leather, the noise of growth and burgeoning, of filling and inflating that permeated every video his extended family had ever produced for profit, now there, in front of him, truly happening, even if he needed a stupid clicker game in order to make it a reality. What did it matter when he was finally as big as he should’ve always been, as productive as befitted his last name? How he got there didn’t matter so much as the fact that he was there… and he wanted more of it. From that point onward it was actually quite simple to just keep growing. Given that the numbers he was dealing with, both the total amount of points and the rate at which he was gaining them, were all so stupidly high that the names for them began to sound silly and fake, he had effectively reached the point in the game where he had more stuff than he really knew what to do with; this was only made worse by his active involvement for hours on end rather than him simply sitting on his ass for a whole day before remembering he even had the app on there. It made it delectably easy to just sit down on the ground, back to the cold floor, legs spread-eagled and yet still lying atop his churning, swelling nuts, a package taking up increasing amounts of his field-of-view as the numbers, the damned numbers kept climbing higher and higher. More upgrades to make the auto-clickers produce more points, more purchases so that all these parts worked better together, even a few actual dollars thrown at the store for boosts that lasted for a whole day, doing more for his body than years of gene treatments ever could. His house was filled by the sounds of gallons upon gallons of spunk roiling around inside those hyperactive factories of his, desperate to get out yet unable to do so; as much as his shaft very easily cleared the four-foot mark after a while, it wasn’t even hard, almost as if this engorged, impossibly large state was just his default, the way he’d look forever without even trying… and the thought of that, well, that was all it took for him to see what happened when his new body was truly spiked by arousal. His roof didn’t last much longer after this, given his cock just about tripled in thickness and somehow managed to make its own length be pumped up so hard that its girth looked positively tiny in contrast… at least to him. Blake was sure his upstairs neighbor was probably wondering why he had a cock that massive breaking through the floor and into his living room, owing to the amount of shouting coming from up above, but seeing as the cat still wasn't done with his clicker game, that poor man would have a lot more to worry about in just a few minutes; after all, if Blake bothered to try and measure things, he’d very quickly come to the conclusion that his balls were quite literally about ninety-percent of the volume of his own living room and still growing, still filling faster, still being egged on by a mindless clicker game that the cat refused to stop playing, even when it became clear that he was far larger than anyone in his family had ever been, not so much vindicating his hyper heritage as setting a brand new standard for it. But that hardly mattered, as far he was concerned. He still had more game to play.

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