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*Chapter 07: Big Ben*
It had been an interesting year for Ben. It was December now. A year had passed since his business trip to Cleveland, a trip that kicked off a truly crazy year.
In a matter of a couple of days, he had slept with a stranger named Rachel in Cleveland, returned to discover his girlfriend Jenna had taken on a lesbian lover named Heidi, had participated in a three way with the two and was given license to sleep around. A month later, he made use of the arrangement to have sex with his boss' daughter, Denisha, a sexy black woman. A month after that, he had a sexual encounter with Claire, a much older coworker, while in Toronto.
By the beginning of June, Jenna decided to leave for a job in Boston, leading to revenge sex with her lover, Heidi. Then, in July, he met up with Claire again in her new home in Denver and secretly slept with her daughter, Viv.
Perhaps "crazy year" was an understatement.
The following months were much tamer. He saw Denisha again, and they even dated for a short time, but that fizzled out, and Ben suspected that his boss had been made aware of what was going on with Denisha. By September, Ben had been laid off, and he was contracting for several Architecture firms in the Baltimore area.
In late November he had begun to entertain a move. Two firms caught his eye, one in San Diego, and one in London, England. He was in daily contact with the hiring managers for both companies, usually via email or instant message.
The hiring manager for Meridian Architecture, London, was Kate Alden. She was very helpful in giving him tips on what the partners wanted to see, and in connecting him with the right people so he could make an impression. Still, the majority of their chats were just chats. "How is your day? What's the weather like there? We have rain again. Silly English weather."
"So far so good. It's snowing here. How's your day treating you?" he would reply.
As the days passed, less of the chats had to do with the job opening and more of them were just saying 'hi' or telling each other funny things that happened throughout the day. This went on for over two weeks.
Kate: "You wouldn't believe what happened to me today."
Ben: "Do tell."
Kate: "I left my lunch on my desk and headed to the loo. When I got back, someone had taken it."
Ben: "Buuut I believe that. You said I wouldn't believe that."
Kate: "You know what I mean, silly. Anyway, who steals someone's lunch?"
Ben: "I had that happen at a restaurant once. No lie, I came back to my table and someone was sitting in my spot eating my dinner."
Kate: "OMG! What did you say to him?"
Ben: "Nothing. I'm not messing with someone who's willing to do that."
Kate: "Don't blame you... By the way, I need a headshot for our records. Can you send one along?"
Ben: "NP. Just sent one."
Kate: "Cutie."
Ben: "LOL. Thanks."
Kate: "So, How do you think I should sleuth out who stole my noodles?"
Ben: "Hang on a sec. Where's YOUR pic?"
Kate: "Why do you need MY picture?"
Ben: "The Meridian big shots don't need to know what I look like. Why did you need MINE?"
Kate: "blushing"
Ben: "That's what I thought."
Kate: "K. Sending you one now. Don't judge."
The image arrived in an email, a selfie. Kate had green eyes, had red wavy hair pulled up, and sported thick-framed trendy glasses. She looked to be in her late twenties and had a slightly chubby, but pretty face.
Ben: "You're cute."
Kate: "Cute? So I'm like a kitten?"
Ben: "How about attractive?"
Kate: "Getting warmer."
Ben: "...Sexy."
Kate: "LOL. I'm dubious, but I'll take it.
Ben: "Where are the messed up teeth? Aren't English people known for messed up teeth?"
Kate: "Shame on you. I'm tossing your resume."
Ben: "But you're keeping the picture?"
Kate: "Yeah. That's mine."
Ben: "It's a deal, as long as you send me another one of you."
Kate: "You're so demanding... Sent."
Another email arrived. She sent three new pictures. One was a shot of her from the side as she looked over the edge of a cliff at the ocean. Another was a group shot of her and a couple of her friends. The third was a great candid shot where she sat in a chair with her elbow resting on the chair arm and her face was cradled in her hand. She wore a blue sweater that, when leaning to the side, accentuated her breasts.
Ben: "I like these. I especially like the third one. You're photogenic."
Kate: "smiling"
A few moments later, another picture arrived in Ben's inbox. Kate was smiling at the camera, her head turned. She appeared to be shirtless down to where the picture cut off just below her armpit.
Ben: "Damn. Are you naked in this one?"
Kate: "I'll never tell."
Ben: "Only the top part of the picture arrived. Where's the rest of it."
Kate: "LOL. The rest is in London. wink"
Ben: "If the lower part makes me as hard as the upper part does, I can't wait to go to London."
Kate: "Whoa. Easy, sailor."
Ben: "Too far?"
Kate: "...I haven't decided yet."
Ben: "Looks like you're well represented up top."
Kate: "Double-D. blush"
Ben: "I hope your boss doesn't look over your shoulder at this chat."
Kate: "Don't worry, I'm working from home today. So feel free to flatter me about my lady parts. I don't mind."
Ben: "LOL. If the partners need a photo of my cock, I'm sure I can send one your way."
Kate: "BEN! OMG! Tee-hee... Well, I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to send it my way."
Ben: "Are you serious? Do you want me to?"
Kate: "smile"
Ben: "I want to be sure you're serious, cause I'll do it, unless you tell me not to."
Kate: "smile"
Ben: "I'll take that as a yes."
He pulled his semi-hard cock from his pants and stroked it. It didn't need much convincing to become fully erect. He took a snapshot with his phone and sent the picture.
Kate: "Fuck. You're big."
Ben: "You like it?"
Kate: "I really like it. Do you blokes do anything small in the States?"
Ben: "Maybe when I come to England, I'll do you and you can find out for yourself."
Kate: "You're so bad. Why did you have to go and get me horny?"
Ben: "You're home, right? And it has to be after five there."
Kate: "...Yes."
Ben: "Then why don't you do something about it?"
Kate: "Um."
Ben: "Ever had phone sex?"
Kate: "Sure, with an old boyfriend. Do you really want to do that with me?"
Ben: "I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't."
There was an uncomfortably long break before she responded.
Kate: "01254 453873. Can't believe I'm doing this. nerves"
Ben: "Calling now."
Ben typed the number and waited a few moments for the line to connect. Finally, she answered.
Kate: "Hello?"
Ben: "Hi."
Kate: "I can't believe we're doing this."
Ben: "Wow. I love your accent."
Kate: "I don't have an accent, silly. You do."
Ben: "Oh yeah? What does it sound like?"
Kate: "It sounds the way all you yanks talk."
Ben: "I hope that doesn't ruin this for you."
Kate: "Not at all. Makes me feel international, like a spy."
Ben: "Me too. Luckily I have a concealed weapon."
Kate: "Not for long, I hope."
Ben: "Not to sound like a total cliché, but what are you wearing?"
Kate: "A bustier and g-string. You?"
Ben: "You're funny. Okay, I'll start. I'm wearing a pair of blue jeans, no shoes, and I just took my t-shirt off."
Kate: "Mmm. I have a green button-down shirt on with a pair of yoga pants. Oh, no shoes as well."
Ben: "Take off your shirt."
Kate: "Okay... Done."
Ben: "What color is your bra?"
Kate: "Black."
Ben: "I'm picturing it right now."
Kate: "Just don't picture my belly. It's a bit of a marshmallow."
Ben: "Don't worry. I like that. I'm unfastening my jeans."
Kate: "Nice. Pull out that big cock of yours."
Ben: "I've taken off my pants and pulled down my boxers. I'm hard for you."
Kate: "I'm going to take off my bra."
Ben: "What do your tits look like?"
Kate: "Hold on. I'll photograph them for you... Sending."
Ben: "I got it... Wow. Those are beautiful."
Kate: "They're big. I love them. I'm playing with them right now. My nipples are so sensitive."
Ben: "Oh yeah. I'm stroking my cock, thinking about what they taste like."
Kate: "Let me give them a lick. Mmm. They taste good. I'm taking my pants off."
Ben: "Yes. Touch yourself."
Kate: "Oh, Ben, you're making me so wet. My pussy is dripping."
Ben: "I'd love to feel my cock sliding into you."
Kate: "I'm fingering myself right now. You're so hot. I want you to pound my pussy."
Ben: "That would feel so good."
Kate: "Fuck. I want you so badly. My cunt is desperate for your cock."
Ben: "Mmm, yes. Think about me touching your skin, kissing you. Imagine me sliding in and out of you."
Kate: "I want it. I want you. I need to feel your cock in me."
Ben: "Oh, Kate. You have me so hard. You're going to make me cum."
Kate: "Oh shit."
Ben: "What's the matter?"
Kate: "I just got an email from one of the partners."
Ben: "And?"
Kate: "They want me to set up a time for you to come to London and meet with them."
Ben: "Fuck yes. How about Monday?"
Kate: "I'll let them know. Damn, Ben, I'm so hot for you right now."
Ben: "Yes. Cum for me, Kate."
Kate: "I'm going to cum. Oh fuck, Ben, I want you to fuck me for real. I want you to come to London and put that big cock in my pussy."
Ben: "Oh yes. I want that too. I'm stroking so hard to you right now."
Kate: "Yes. I'm coming. I'm coming. Ahh. Ahh. Ahhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Ben: "Oh fuck. Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhh. Oh yeah. I just came."
Kate: "I can barely catch my breath... So, Monday, huh? That's way too long to wait."
Ben: "So you're serious about this?"
Kate: "I reserve the right to back out, but yeah. We should probably wait until after you meet with the partners though."
Ben: "I'm booking my flight right now."
Ben arrived at Heathrow airport that Monday at 1:00pm. He picked up his bags and went to find a cab.
"Ben?" a familiar voice sounded from behind him.
He turned around to see a redhead with glasses looking back at him. "Kate?" he asked.
"It's me. I thought I'd pick you up and drive you to Meridian. I hope you're not disappointed."
Ben looked her up and down. "Not at all."
"You at least going to greet me with a hug?" she asked.
"At least," he replied, dropping his bags and wrapping his arms around her. Kate's breasts pressed against him and he found himself instantly affected by her.
As he began to pull away, her green eyes looked back at him. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. "Mmm," she hummed as their lips entwined. Her tongue darted between her lips into his mouth and their hands began to roam over each other. It was getting too intense for such a public place. Kate parted from him and smiled. "Can I help with your bags?"
"Sure," said Ben, handing her the smaller one.
He followed her to the parking structure, placed his bags in the back of her car and headed for the front right door.
"You think you're driving?" Kate laughed.
"Oh, right," said Ben, smacking his forehead with his palm and walking over to the left side of the car.
To Ben's surprise, most of their conversation during the drive to Meridian was about the interview and what to expect. They pulled into a parking structure and walked to the Meridian offices, which were beautifully crafted, an Architect's dream.
Kate introduced him to the four people with whom he was to interview and, one by one, he met with each. By the time he met with the whole group together, he was nearly certain he hadn't gotten the job. The partners grilled him about his knowledge of building codes and safety regulations, things for which he, as an Architect, would never be solely responsible.
Ben wondered if they had already decided whom to hire, but needed another candidate to facilitate the illusion of impartiality. Ben had seen that happen a thousand times. His former boss, Brisco Hughes, usually had someone in mind for open positions before an official search began.
By the time his interviews ended, it was 5:00. Kate met him in the downstairs lobby and they set off to dinner. They mostly spoke about the partners and the interviews over roast and potatoes at a corner pub.
"I don't think they liked me very much," said Ben.
"I'm sure they liked you just fine," Kate countered. "They're just kind of set in their ways, and the timing just sucked."
"Why?" asked Ben. "What happened?"
"Well, there was a guy who worked for them a couple years ago," she said. "The partners found out this morning that he's available and potentially interested in the job."
"I figured it was something like that," Ben sighed. "There's no chance they're going to give me that position."
"Well, if it's any consolation," Kate smiled. "I'll give you any position you like."
Ben smiled back. "Check please," he said.
By the time they reached the third floor landing at Kate's flat, they were kissing, barely conscious of their surroundings, save for their hands reaching for the doorknob. By the time they were in, the door couldn't close fast enough.
"Get naked," Ben commanded. "I want to see you now."
Kate smiled, took her shirt off, and walked away from him toward her bedroom. Her ass swayed with each step and she unhooked her bra just as she disappeared into her room. Ben kicked his shoes and socks off, dropped his pants, and threw off his shirt before following her. He was already erect, making a tent in his boxers as he walked in.
Kate was still facing away from him. She slid her pants down and off her ankles. Her bra was already on the floor. Then she wiggled out of her panties and kicked them away. Her hands raised up to let her red, wavy hair loose from whatever it was that held it up to begin with.
She turned slowly until she faced Ben. She was nude, her eyes filled with lust. She looked him up and down. "Now, show me that cock," she said.
Ben took his boxers off and began to stroke his dick in his hand. "You look great in person," he said.
"Thanks," Kate replied. "So do you." She leaned against the wall and ran her hands over her own skin. Her hands drifted over her tits, then her belly and finally her pussy.
Ben continued to stroke as he watched her finger herself. "Mmm," he moaned.
"You like my body?" she said in her alluring English accent.
Ben nodded. "Come over here and I'll show you."
Kate approached, taking her hands from her pussy. With one hand she grabbed his cock and started stroking it. With the other, she touched his lower lip. "Always better in person. Don't you think?"
"Much better," Ben replied. He let her finger into his mouth and sucked on it, tasting the musk of her pussy. "Is this the interview?" he said.
"Is it a job you're after?" she smiled. "I'll give you a job."
She knelt, removed her glasses, and took his hard member between her lips, sucking on it. Ben was already quite affected. He hoped he would hold out. She seemed to sense that he was building toward climax. She removed his cock from her mouth. Ben was both relieved and disappointed.
"Don't worry," she said. "We have all night. You'll have time to recover. I've wanted to do this to you since I saw that picture you sent me."
Her lips slid back over his cock. She sucked him like she was hungry for it, enjoying each moment of it. Ben couldn't believe how good she felt. The rush of pleasure built in his balls and they tightened. "I'm gonna cum," he announced. It was like slow motion. She slid it back out, a rope of saliva dangling between her lower lip and the end of his dick.
He erupted, shooting cum over her chin and tits. It hung from her nipples like an invitation. He knelt to her level, wrapping his arms around her and leaning her back. His lips met her nipple, tasting the cum that coated its surface. He licked and sucked her nipple. "Fuck yes," she cried. "My nipples are so sensitive."
"I love your tits," Ben said as he continued to lick.
"Want to see a neat trick?" she replied. Her fingers found her other breast and as she teased the nipple, she lactated. A soft stream dripped down the underside of her breast.
"That's amazing," he said. "I didn't know that was possible."
"Like I said. I'm very sensitive."
Ben smiled. "Does it ever happen spontaneously?"
Kate smiled back. "You'll have to wait and see. I'm going to shower off. Find some porn on my laptop and make yourself at home."
Ben settled in as Kate walked toward the bathroom. He found a few videos and began to watch them. There was one he had seen before featuring Georgina Gee, one of his favorite busty british stars. In the video, she strip teased, played with her tits and tweaked her nipples. By the time Kate reemerged a half-hour later, he was erect, stroking himself as he watched the porn star slowly finger herself while rubbing her tits.
"Find something you like?" Kate asked as she sat on the bed, naked.
Ben looked up at her and closed the laptop. "I have," he said.
She lay down with him and kissed him. Her hand found his cock and she stroked it gently in her hand. "Do you feel like you're ready for round two?" she asked.
"Just about," he answered, "but first, I want to pay you back for earlier."
"Does that mean what I think it means?" she smiled.
"I hope so," he said as he nudged her onto her back, moved to her hips and parted her knees.
"It's been so long since anyone licked my pussy," she said.
Ben lowered his head between her legs and touched the end of his tongue to her clit. She shivered and moaned. "Yes," she uttered.
His tongue caressed her labia and pressed against her clit. She had a lovely pussy. He kissed it, using his lips and tongue together to pleasure her. Her hips seemed to move toward him in a slow rocking motion as though she was riding his face. Her feet pressed together in the center of his upper back, widening the spread of her legs. "Your lips feel so good on my pussy," she breathed.
She panted and moaned. He hungrily teased and tasted her swollen mound. She grabbed the bed sheets in her hands as she built toward orgasm. He was bringing her closer to climax with each touch and lick. His tongue found its way into her and she cried out. She was at the edge and needed to release. "I'm... going... to..."
She tensed, nearly strangling Ben with her legs, and her body went limp. She panted and gasped, overcome from her climax.
Ben continued to kiss her pussy for about a minute and then he began to kiss up her abdomen and stomach, then he cupped one of her full tits in his hand and sucked the nipple. A line of liquid still remained, dripping down the side of her breast.
"Did you..." Ben began to ask.
"When I'm that turned on," she replied, "it happens."
"Fantastic," he smiled.
"Kiss me," she said.
Ben's mouth met hers, the scent of her arousal still tangible on his lips. "Mmm," she said, licking her lips. "I love the taste of pussy," she added.
"Have you ever eaten pussy?" Ben asked?
"Only once," she replied. "But I taste my fingers when I masturbate." She closed in, staring into his face, about to kiss him again. "I want to lick your cock after you fuck me," she said.
Ben's lips pressed against hers. Her legs parted and wrapped around his body as he worked his cock into her wet pussy. Their bodies caressed. Their hands joined and he began to push in and out.
"Oh fuck," she shouted. "Your cock feels so good inside me."
His pace quickened. He licked and kissed her neck, savoring the smooth skin as his dick plunged in and out of her. She was wriggling, moaning and calling out "Oh yes! Fuck me!"
He lifted himself by his arms and planted his hands on the mattress for leverage. Kate's eyes were filled with lust. She squeezed the ends of the pillow beneath her head.
Then, she began to lactate.
Ben had never seen anything like it. Her nipples dripped clear-white liquid. More emerged with each thrust. Never before had he seen a woman so sexually stimulated that her breasts leaked. There was something incredibly vulnerable about it.
His lips rested on her nipple and he sucked as he pushed his cock deep into her. Kate's shouts became louder as she climaxed again. Ben fucked all the harder. Her legs still wrapped around his body, his balls began to tighten, full and ready to shoot their load deep into her pussy.
Tingling rose through his engorged dick, from the base to the tip. Finally, with a moan of satisfaction, his semen erupted into her waiting hole.
"Fuck," Kate shouted. "That felt so fucking good. I can feel your hot cum dripping from me."
Ben slid from her and lifted up onto his knees. His still-erect cock, wet from sex, was an invitation to Kate. She licked her lips, staring at his dick. She got up and crawled to him.
Her lips met the end of his phallus and she sucked the slippery mixture of cum and her own juices from him. She continued her blowjob and teased at her nipples, allowing her tits to drip onto the bed sheets.
"Mmm. I fucking love how that tastes," she said as she gave him a few more licks.
"Wow, Kate," said Ben. "I've never experienced anything like this."
"Fucking an Englishwoman?" she joked.
"For starters," he replied. He brought her up to her knees and kissed her, the salty, musky flavor of sex fresh on her lips. His arms wrapped her body and pressed the soft flesh of her milky tits against him.
"I can't tell you if you've gotten the job," she said, "but you've got a fucking girlfriend whenever you're in England. I can tell you that."
He stared into her eyes and kissed her. They collapsed onto the bed and Ben's lips found their way to her nipple again. He teased it with his tongue, and she lactated again.
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"How about you come round tomorrow night - about 8pm - and the address is on my card. I've got another friend coming round too, so it could be quite a busy night. And bring that cardy you bought last week - it might get cold later on. Now," and she rang in the till, "that'll be £10 for the donation plus £5 for the cleaning - £15 in all, thank you very much."
I paid her the cash, and she passed me back one of her cards with my till receipt. I glanced at it: 'Mrs M. Fowler' was printed in a blue script, with 'Charity Donations' in smaller letters under it. Then the address: '34 Leaside Avenue, Newtown. Tel: 01453 654932'.
"Well I think it's all here," I smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Bye now," she replied, "I'm looking forward to it already, you cheeky thing!"
Not knowing quite what to expect, I turned up at the appointed time. The houses in the road were all 1930s semis - traditionally conservative sorts of places. Number 34 was no different on the outside, but inside...
I went up to the front door, and pressed the bell, hearing a chime go off inside. Then the door opened, and there was Maude. This time she was wearing the dark blue v-knecked cardigan she'd worn when I first saw her, but without any sweater underneath. It clung gorgeously to her well-endowed breasts, and my eyes were drawn to the pink flesh of her cleavage.
"Hello, dear!" she said, awakening my dream. "I'm glad you could make it, come on in. And you have brought your own cardy along, haven't you?"
I held up the carrier bag, my eyes taking in her hallway and the lounge to the right. She was wearing a dark blue matching knited skirt, and casual shoes.
"Well, would you like a cup of tea? There's one in the pot because Julie is here already, and she loves a cuppa! Come on into the lounge, and take a seat."
I followed her in, looking at the traditional furnishings, and then seeing Julie. She was also on her early forties, with short fair hair, and was wearing a thinnish twinset in soft pink wool with a maroon skirt. She stood up to greet me as I went in: she was shorter than Maude and not so well built, but her bosom was nicely rounded all the same, and the wool clung tightly to her body...
"Ahh hello!" she said, "I'm Julie - and I've hard so much about you. I'm getting very excited about our party tonight already!"
"Hello," I said, formally shaking her hand. "I'm Andy - it's good to meet you."
"Well do sit down please. How do you take your tea, Andrew?" asked Maude.
"Oh, just as it comes." I replied, sitting on a chair opposite Julie on the sofa. Maude went out, leaving the two of us.
"Well, Andrew, you do look every bit as good as Maude said," gushed Julie. "And Maude was telling me that you are very well-endowed too. I do like a man with a good hard knob - especially when it's been circumcised - and she tells me you have been..." She raised her eyebrow, in a questioning way.
Her words took my breath away, looking as she did such a staid conventional matronly figure.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I surprised you!" said Julie, "But you are circumcised, aren't you? I'd hate to think I'd got the wrong boy!"
"Oh, yes." I said, gathering my thoughts. I hadn't been sure what sort of party this was going to be, but somehow Julie's direct conversation was not quite what I was expecting. "Do you come to these do's often?" I asked, lamely.
"Oh yes, as often as I can!" smiled Julie, unbuttoning the pink cardigan of her twinset. "Probably only once a month or so, but Maude and I go back some time. And some of the other girls and boys are old friends too."
Just then Maude came in with a pot of tea on a tray, and put it down on a small table.
"Now, while that's brewing, why don't we get you changed, Andrew. Then we can all enjoy our tea together. Julie, I think you've got a spare bra in your bag, haven't you, and the padding too?"
"Oh yes, of course!" smiled Julie. "I brought just what you said, Maude." and she rumaged in the large bag next to the sofa, before pulling out a white bra and two rounded boob-like objects.
"These are my special lady fillers!" she smiled at me, "Just two stockings that I've filled with foam and tights to make them look and feel just like the real thing." And reaching forward, she passed them over to Maude.
Maude stood up in front of me. "On your feet then, and let's have you stripped to the waist." she began. "There's only one rule at my parties - and that is you have to do what you're told. So if I tell you to do something - or even if Julie does - you've just got to do it. Understand?"
"Well, yes, I suppose so." I replied, "Do you want me to take my shirt off now?"
Maude looked briefly at Julie, then back at me: "Of course - stripped to the waist if you please!"
I stood up as she had asked, and unbuttoned my shirt, feeling decidely strange as I took it off. Julie stood up too, and moved towards me, putting her hands on her hips.
"You're certainly right about him being a fit young man, Maude," she said, "I can't wait to see his privates!"
"Well you'll have to be patient, Julie, we've got to get him dressed up first. Now, can you just do this bra up behind him please?"
And as they put the bra on, so my cock began to harden, despite the strangeness of the situation. Carefully Maude took the boob-fillers, and pushed them into the cups. They looked very good - softly rounded and well shaped. Her fingers against my skin as she manouvered them about felt gorgeous, and she paid special attention to the nipple areas, shaping the filling the bra between her finger and thumb until it stuck out realistically.
Julie was watching closely. "You do that so well, Maude, I can feel my own nips hardening when you do it." and she stroked her hands over her own breasts, pulling the cardigan open and smoothing down the tight wool over her sweater. I could see her nipples showing through and felt my cock stiffen more.
"Right, now let's have your cardy, young man." said Maude, so I reached into my bag and passed it to her. It was the white cardigan I'd bought from Maude's shop, ribbed wool with a v-kneck. Maude held it out, open for me to slip my arm in, so I did. It felt gorgeously soft and warm, yet wildly outrageous to be dressing up in a lady's cardigan in front of these two women. I turned to put in the other arm, then Maude carefully pulled the two sides together and buttoned it up, starting at the bottom and leaving the top button undone.
"There." she said, pulling it down tight. How does that look Julie?"
"Well the top half certainly looks like one of us now, Maude. Very nice indeed! Has he bought a skirt round too?"
"No," I said, "I didn't buy a skirt, just the cardigan."
"In that case it will have to be panties only," continued Julie. "and that means us too, Maude. We're going to have to strip to our panties as well. Isn't this just so exciting! I'll take my skirt off first - then yours Maude - and lastly we'll have a look at our new visitor."
Before anyone else could say anything, Julie was slipping off her skirt, revealing her tight white panties. They looked like cotton, with a lacy panel at the font, and they clung provocatively to her womanly curves, dipping beautifully between her legs.
"I think he likes them Maude," smiled Julie, "Just look at his eyes! I hope he's getting nicely stiff too! Come on Maude - off with your skirt! Here, I'll help you!"
And with that Julie moved forward, and slipped her hands around Maude's waist before slipping her skirt to the floor so that Maude could step out of it. Maude's body was deliciously large, and her soft white cotton panties clung to her generous curves, the elastic digging in slightly at the legs. The panties themselves had little lacy holes all over them, revealing tiny pink dots of flesh. She pulled them up tight, pulling her cardigan down over them to try to hide herself a little, and as I looked I saw the beautiful roundness of her mons, with darker dots beneath the lacy holes. My cock was now rigid, and twitched in ecstacy.
"Now it must be his turn!" smiled Julie. "Shall we both take his trousers off together?"
So they just reached for my belt before undoing it, unbuttoning the trousers, undoing the zip, and letting them drop to the floor. Julie knelt down to pick them up, turning round to stare at my groin.
"Oooh it does look big allright - you weren't exagerating were you Maude. And he's circumcised too? I can't wait to see him perform!"
"Well you must, Julie." said Maude, asserting control. "We can't just toss him off yet - we've got to wait and do it politely. Besides, the tea is getting cold. Now let's all sit down for a minute while we think about what's next. You know anticipation is such an arousing time!"
So Maude moved to the table and began pouring the teas, while Julie and I sat down in the seats we'd been in before. I couldn't take my eyes off the two of them, in their tight white panties and cardigans, and felt myself squirming in the seat as my cock throbbed gently. It was this mixture of their wonderful and exposed bodies - or rather half-exposed bodies - coupled with my strange lady's clothing.
"Milk and sugar?" asked Maude, turning towards me.
"Just milk, thanks." I replied.
"He's sweet enough already, aren't you my pet?" smiled Julie. "I can't wait to taste him, you know!" she added, looking round to Maude.
"Well, let's just drink our teas, shall we?" she replied, passing them round then sitting down on the sofa next to Julie.
Julie was in no mood to slow down. "Nonsense. I'm sure a fine young man like this can manage lots of times in one night - we don't have to wait for just once. I vote we just give him a quicky now, then enjoy the next few times later. What do you think, Andrew? You are going to be able to cum for us more than once, aren't you?"
I couldn't think what to say or how to say it.
"Well I'm sure I could get very excited with you two ladies around." I said, my eyes taking in their wool-clad bosoms and panty-covered hips. My cock was now dribbling, leaving damp patches on my pants.
"There you are!" said Julie, "and you've had him twice more than me, remember? Please let me have a look at him now, Maude. I won't touch till you say so."
"Oh alright, you win," smiled Maude, "you can take his pants off if you want to!"
So Julie got up from the sofa, and moved over to stand in front of me. "Up you get, please, young man." she smiled, putting her hands on her hips. This somehow emphasised her rounded breasts under the tight pink wool of her twinset and my eyes darted from them to the tight cotton of the panties between her legs - just a few feet in front of me. Carefully I stood up, with my arms at my sides, knowing my erection would be obvious to them both.
"That looks nice, doesn't it Maude?" said Julie, moving closer and staring at my pants. "It's a lovely bulge at the front here, isn't it!" and she reached forward to cup her right hand under my balls, sliding it up my cock. It felt ecstatic.
Then with both hands she grabbed the waistband of my pants, before pulling it out towards her to liberate my fully-erect cock. She just stared when she saw it.
"Oh it's gorgeous, isn't it. So smooth and hard on its beautiful circumcised head - and so big too. And its got that slight bend to the left you mentioned, Maude. I can't wait to get it inside me! I'm feeling quite juicy already! What were you thinking Maude, fancy just tossing him when you could have slipped him inside you! I must take these pants right off to get a better view."
Julie moved closer and then lowered my pants to the floor, hardly taking her eyes of my cock while she did so, now just inches from my groin. I stepped out of them, feeling deliciously aroused: stark naked from the waist down yet dressed as a lady from the waist up.
"You can go first too if you like," said Maude, still sipping her tea while she looking at her friend. "I'll just watch to see you don't go too far."
"Oh thanks!" said Julie, glancing back to Maude. "Just fingers for this one, OK? I'll save my mouth and fanny for later on, unles you think I could..."
"No!" aid Maude abruptly. "Just fingers - we're just getting rid of his excess semen this time, so that we can both enjoy more later. My vagina's getting very juicy too - you're not the only one that wants his cock inside. And if you finger him now, it will be my vagina first, thank you very much!"
The way they talked continued to amaze me. It was as if I wasn't a person and they were just using my cock to satisfy themselves. And their open descriptions of their bodies was startling.
"OK, Maude, you win! I'll toss him now, then it's your fanny first. I'll play with you too, so you can get the first coming... Now then, let me get my hands on this knob."
"Careful, Julie - not on the carpet. You must make sure you catch all his cum - and he can get very splashy so you'll have to use your cardy or sweater to catch him. He's had the snip so there's not a lot of cum, but it's sticky and goes everywhere!"
Julie looked me straight in the eye, her blue eyes contrasting with the pink of her cardigan and sweater. Then I felt the ecstacy of her fingers on my cock, lightly touching then tightly gripping. Exploring my balls and all the way up my shaft. She was moving her hips from side to side too.
"God he's gorgeous, Maude. He must be a good six inches, and a really thick head too. And such a lovely girl above the waist - he's quite one of us! Now come on," she looked at me, "pull your cardy straight and put your hands on your hips, tummy in and your bosom out."
I did as I was told, feeling both assertive as I stood up straight and entirely submissive as I let Julie feel me - with Maude watching.
Maude was folding her arms, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, and stroking her breasts gently at the same time. Julie was now starting to pump my cock, and her breasts wobbled beautifully under her pink sweater, framed by the open cardigan as her wool-clad arms moved rhythmically.
"Before you finish him," started Maude, "I think you should measure him for our files. Here, there's a tape measure just in the top drawer over there."
So Julie moved to the cupboard and quickly opened the drawer before finding the tape. She came back and stood in front of me again, then held one end of the tape into my body, at the base of my cock, and draped the tape over the end. She held my cock out at right angles.
"Is this straight?" she asked Maude, who smiled and nodded a 'yes'.
"Well, he's exactly 6 inches on top. Can you write this down please, so we don't forget!" Then she put the tape around my cock, near the base. "Let me see, its 5 inches around at the base, so it is a nice thick one alright. Now I'll measure the head - my favourite bit!" And she carefully placed the tape around the head of my cock, holding my shaft firm at the base.
"Come on, push out for me!" she encouraged. "I'll measure right around his helmet, and it is... a magnificent five and three quarters. God that will be good later on - nice and tight in my pussy!"
"Now let's just see this semen come out, Andrew. Come on, I'll hold my cardy out for you.." and she pumped me faster. "Give it to me, you big boy, come and splash up my cardy!" she said, looking at me directly again.
"I want to feel you spurt and see your semen." And she pulled out the loose edge of her cardigan - the button side - towards my cock, wrapping it round the end as she kept up her tossing movements. "Come on, splash for me, whenever you are ready - just let it out. You know you are a really good knob boy! Maude, would you like to come over and watch as he comes?"
My eyes took in everything as I felt my cum about to explode. Maude walking towards us, her right hand now inside her cardigan as she fondled herself. Julie standing in front of me, her breasts wobbling under her sweater as her hands kept up their rhythmic thrusting, her wool clad arms reaching out to me, pulling the side of her cardigan under my cock, and wrapping it round my shaft. The head of my cock was now poking out of its woollen shroud, and I could see the drops of my first coming dribbling out.
"Come on, Andrew, let's see your cum - quick Maude, come and watch too, he's nearly there now!"
And as Maude came to stand next to us to watch I could feel Julie's fingers achieve their ambition as my cock spurted out its semen all over her cardigan.
"Oooh, look, Maude, he's coming - and it's going everywhere! And he's got so much too." she cried as she kept on pumping me. "I hope he can make some more for later on!"
And she carried on her tossing action as my cock slowly deflated. I was breathing hard now, feeling so good about coming yet somehow apprehensive - what would they want next? What if I couldn't do it to their satisfaction?
Julie took her cardigan off, wiping her sticky fingers on the wool and wrapping up my cum so that it was surrounded by the wool. She smiled at Maude:
"Well you were right about him, my dear, he was certainly too full of semen! Now what about you? Would you like his cock inside you?"
Maude smiled back, almost blushing at the question, but Julie continued: "How would you like to sit for us while we excite you? On the chair or the sofa? Or maybe lie down upstairs? You choose, and we'll just look after you, won't we Andrew my sweet."
"Oh, yes," I muttered, "yes of course we'll do just what you want."
"Well..." began Maude, pulling her cardigan down more tightly, and showing off her nippples pushing out through the dark blue wool. "I fancy a bit of a lie down, actually - I've been on my feet all day."
"Well let's go upstairs, then!" smiled Julie. "Off you go, we'll follow you up."
So we went upstairs, me following Maude and Julie behind me. As we were walking up the stairs Julie kept up her chatter.
"Oh what a nice bottom." she said, then I felt her fingers stroking me. "I can't keep my hands of him you know!"
I was entranced with Maude's bottom, her tight white panties beautifully rounded beneath the blue wool of her cardigan. At the top of the stairs Maude paused to look round.
"No playing on the stairs!" she said, "Besides, it's my turn now."
We followed into the front bedroom. The dark maroon curtains were already drawn and the lights on. The double bed was covered in a dark red flowery quilt, picking out the colour of the carpet, with light pink walls completing the picture. There was a fitted wardrobe with mirrored doors opposite as we went in, so we saw ourselves - the odd threesome from downstairs.
Maude pretended to be tired, rubbing her eyes and yawning. "I'm just going to have a lie down and shut my eyes for a while." she smiled, "but I will welcome some gentle attention to help me to sleep - a little gentle massage with all your fingers maybe..." and she lay back on the bed, positioning herself in the centre before throwing her arms back and closing her eyes.
"Well, Andrew, you heard what she said," whispered Julie, keeping up the charade of Maude sleeping. "She wants a little finger massage - so would you like to finger her first, or shall I? I know, why don't we both do her together - I'll go round the other side in front of the mirror and you stay and get to her from this side."
So we both climbed onto the bed, in a sort of kneeling position each side of Maude's sleeping body.
"Doesn't she look nice and relaxed!" whispered Julie, pulling the sleeves of her sweater up. "Why don't you gently stroke her breasts - I know she likes that - while I run my fingers over her panties."
My first touch of Maude's wool-covered breasts will remain with me for ever. The wool felt so soft and yet her breasts below were softer still, in a different sort of way. They were huge too, as my hands tried to encircle them. I stroked and teased gently, sometimes with two hands on one breast, sometimes one on each. I could fell my cock hardening again - and the stiffness ached after my first cumming.
Julie could see me growing too. "Mmm," she murmured, "That looks nice, Andrew!"
After a while I looked round - I'd been concentrating on Maude's bosom so much I'd forgotton what Julie was up to. When I saw I was amazed as one hand was deep between Maude's now half open legs, the other stroking and fingering her panties over her rounded mons. As I watched she kept up her little fingering motions, and I knew from Maude's gentle moaning that she was hitting the right spot.
"It's always easier for us girls to know what we're doing down here!" she whispered. "You go back to her breasts - and you could unbutton her cardy you know - she is asleep after all!"
So now I had my next unforgettable moment - seeing Maude's breasts for the first time. Almost without thinking I pushed down at the base of my cock, easing it fully erect and firm. Julie of course saw me.
"None of that!" she scolded, "not yet anyway. It's Maude's turn first."
I looked back at Maude's cardigan - should I start at the top where the v-neck revealed the top of her cleavage - or the bottom, resting on her white panties. I went for the bottom, and picked up the wool before undoing the first button. I watched Julie while I did this, my eyes somehow drawn to the neat pink-sweatered lady, busy fingering between Maude's legs over her panties. Maude was definitely moaning now, and her hips moved gently under Julie's fingers. Her legs had moved further apart too.
I kept on undoing the buttons, now showing pink skin beneath as I moved above her panties. There were seven button altogether, and with each one my dreams came closer. After unbuttoning the last one I let the wool of the cardigan go, and it fell back revealing her beautiful cleavage and part of her breasts - but hiding most of the pink flesh and her nipples. I leaned over and pulled the wool from her right breast, and on impulse bent down to kiss the large soft dark nipple. She gasped, and I felt it harden in my mouth as I kept on sucking her.
"Oh she likes that, doesn't she?" asked Julie, "I think you must be an expert on sucking ladies breasts, you cheeky monkey."
By now I was getting excited too, and with one hand supporting my body, I moved the other to stroke her other breast. I felt the warm softness, and found the nipple I'd been searching for. It was hardening as I touched it, so I squeezed it gently and sucked the other harder too. Maude began panting now, and moaning too as her body began to writhe about.
"I think we should get rid of these panties now, don't you?" asked Julie, to none in particular. "Come on Maude, lift your hips up for me so I can pull them down, that's a good girl. Come on, a bit higher..."
I could fell Maude moving beneath me. "That's right, let's get them right off. Now just relax your legs please, wide apart." Julie's voice was getting me going, her quiet relaxed manner of just exposing her friend to the world. "Now, I hope my fingers are warm enough for you - I'll just put them in my mouth first, to warm them up."
A moment or two passed, and I kept up my kissing and sucking and stroking of Maude's breasts as she writhed beneath me. Suddnely she stiffened in a spasm.
"There," said Julie, "now how do you like the feel of my fingers on your skin, Maude? You do seem very juicy tonight."
Maude just let out a loud moan, "Ohhh, that's wonderful, Julie, just let me have more!"
"You want more fingering on your bud, or more fingers in your fanny? You're just so greedy, Maude!" said Julie.
"Oh more of everything!" was the reply, interspersed by panting noises.
I knelt up from Maude's bosom, taking in what I saw. Maude was now writhing on the bed, her wool covered arms behind her head and her cardigan spread apart. Her huge breasts wobbled every time she moved, and he belly was making circular sorts of movements. Julie knelt beside her hip, her pink sweater tight over her body and her sleeves pulled up to the elbow. She had one hand deep between Maude's legs, which were now spread wide open - and probably had several fingers inside her, judging from her wrist movements. Her other hand was resting on Maude's mound, fingering her clitoris and moist folds of skin as she worked her friend up to a climax.
"Right, Andrew, this is where you come in I think." smiled Julie, looking up at me. "You come and kneel between her legs, and let's see if we can't get that big cock of yours somewhere useful. Come on, over you come!"
So reluctantly I left Maude's breasts for a moment, and moved over to kneel between her open legs. The sight was wonderful, as Julie had two fingers deep inside Maude's vagina as she kept up her fingering of her clitoris. Maude's body was dark pink and very wet, the dark curly hairs wispy alongside her labia. Skillfully, Julie slipped her fingers out, but held them at the mouth of Maude's vagina, holding it open.
"Come on, in you go!" Not needing a second invitation I leaned forward, putting my hands each side of Maude's waist. I felt Julie's fingers on my cock, and as I pushed my hips towards Maude I could feel the soft wet warmth as I slipped into her. She wasn't tight, but as I pushed in further so she just took me all. My body was right over hers now, looking down on her writhing beneath me, her breasts wobbling about. I could still feel Julie's fingers around my cock and under my belly, so knew Julie was keeping busy with Maude, too.
I let my body fall slightly so that I could suck on Maude's right nipple and brought my hand up to her left one. Suddenly she started getting really excited.
"Oh, yes," she kept panting, "Oh yes, yes, yes, YES!" And as she came she shouted out loud enough to wake the neighbours, her hips thrusting up and down and her whole body writhing under me. I kept up my hip movements as she kept on coming, then slowed down as her moment passed.
"Oh, don't stop now, young man, you just give her your shaft and she'll be coming again in no time!" Julie seemed to know what was happening, so I kept on my shafting movements, letting myself enjoy the deep wet softness of Maude's vagina. Moving off her breasts for a moment I saw her smiling at me, looking me straight in the eyes.
"That was gorgeous, my poppet." she smiled, "Thank you for waiting for me, now you just enjoy yourself too. I'm sure Julie will look after you too..." So I began to start a more focused pushing, then I let out a gasp as I felt Julie's fingers touch my bottom, opening the cheeks apart and pressing straight on my anus.
"Come on!" she urged, "Give her what she's been waiting for. I'll hold your balls till I've felt you cum. And you do seem to like this other finger here, don't you?" And I gasped again as she tickled my anus, pressing tightly against it.
I knew I wouldn't be able to take much more, so fixed the scene in my mind for replay later. Maude beneath me, her dark blue cardigan spread wide. Her breasts shaking rhythmically as I pushed into her, her large dark nipples drawing patterns on front of my eyes. My own cardigan now making me very hot, and there behind me knelt Julie, watching all the intricacies of our bodies as they met.
"Come on now," said Julie, "Let it go!"
"Yes, come on for me, you big boy," echoed Maude, "Fill me with your cream!" and she looked me right in the eyes.
"I'll just give you a little extra treat!" said Julie, and I felt her finger which had been tickling my anus suddnly slip into me. I cried out with pleasure, and felt the last few thrusts building up for coming. I couldn't hold back. So as Maude fixed me with her stare, I felt my spunk spurt out inside her, panting as I came.
I kept on cumming, breathing harder as my cum finished spurting out, then I lay down next to Maude on the bed, my heart beating wildly.
It was Julie who spoke first. "Well you two, fancy you coming like that! You lucky pair! I'll let you get your breath back before you come round to me!" And she stood up from the bed, pulling her tummy in and lifting her hands behind her head to show off her breasts to us both.
After a few minutes Maude sat up. "Well come on, lazy bones, we've got to get busy on Julie now," she smiled, pulling her cardigan together again, to hide her breasts. She did up the bottom three buttons, but only just managed to hide her nipples, leaving a delightful segment of each breast exposed.
"Right, Julie, I think this time I'll get my gold teaser out for you - I know you like it! Would you like Andrew to push it in you?"
"What do you think!" she replied, slipping her panties off in readiness. "I want Andrew to take me properly! It's my turn for his cock now, and I want to have it in my mouth and deep inside me and in my bottom too - I want him everywhere, and I want him now!"
"Well he's still recovering now," smiled Maude, looking at my deflated cock, "so you just lie on the bed Julie, and we'll get you ready." She went over to her drawers, and took out a gold coloured dildo, about eight inches long, and also found a little bottle of something. "I think you might like some body oil, Julie - and come to think of it, so might you, Andrew!"
By now Julie had taken up the position that Maude had been in just a few moments ago, lying on her back in the middle of the bed, with her arms behind her head and her sweater pulling tightly over her breasts. She opened her legs wide, then made a couple of thrusts with her hips. The white cotton of her panties was now clearly wet between her legs as she showed off for us.
"Right," said Maude, "now let's get on with Julie! Here, Andrew, you take this oil, and pour a little in your hands, while I get Goldie warmed up."
So I took the oil from her, and watched as she slipped the vibrator up Julie's sweater, tickling her and rolling it over her to warm it up.
"Slip her panties off, now Andrew - we need to get on with the job!" she commanded.
I knelt on the bed, and reached out for the elastic of her panties on both her hips. I tugged a bit but Julie quickly lifted her body up to help me. I kept waiting to see her pubic hairs as I pulled the panties down, but .. suddenly her naked clitoris and labia were there in front of me. She smiled up at me, watching my face.
"Do you like my bare pussy, then, pet?" she asked. "It makes it much easier to find what you're looking for - and none gets hairs in their mouth, do they Maude?"
I murmured something like 'God', then pulled her panties right off, and knelt next to her hips with the oil bottle in my hand. Not waiting for an order, I tipped a little in one hand, then rubbed my hands together and slid them both between her legs.
"Ooooh, you cheeky boy!" she half complained, "who said you could do that? Now that you've started, you'd better give me a good oiling - and rub a bit into your cock too, I know you'll like it!"
Maude watched as I started to finger Julie, using one hand to quickly wipe my now hardening tool with oil. It sprang up stiff again, despite the aching feeling.
"Well, you finger her for a bit longer, then I'm going to get Goldie to work!" smiled Maude, turning the vibrator on. As I fingered Julie's clitoris and folds, Maude squeezed beside me, and pushed the dildo towards her vagina. She let it play a little while Julie moaned, then slipped it slowly inside her. Soon she was pushing it in and out, sliding it up towards the front of her vagina, and twisting it gently.
"Come on, Julie, let's give you a good one tonight. Let's have you kneeling over the bed, so we can get to you better! I'll leave Goldie in so don't loose him!"
So we both moved back as Julie rolled over and then knelt on the floor, lowering her head and chest to the bed. I was disappointed that her boobs were hidden, but Maude's swinging breasts gave me plenty to look at, and Julie's rounded bottom looked so inviting - even with the vibrator was sticking out of her. Maude grabbed it, and slipped her fingers under her body, over her clitoris so Julie starting moaning again.
"Right, well that'll keep her going for a while, so let's give her a bit more oil on her bottom, please Andrew."
I did as I was told, rubbing the oil into her cheeks and feeling the soft flesh.
"No, not just there!" Maude was short with me: "slip some between her legs, and finger her bottom properly, please. Julie especially likes a cock in there when she's got Goldie too, so you need to loosen her up first."
My mind raced, but my fingers did as they were told, slipping between Julie's cheeks, and feeling around her anus. Julie was now moaning loudly, and my cock hardened as I fingered her more. I'd never put my cock up a woman's arse before, so didn't know how it would be.
Julie was now shouting out, "Give it to me Andrew, finger my bottom now!" so I slipped the end of my second finger into her anus. There was so much oil about it slipped in easily, so I kept on fingering , bringing my other hand to hold her cheeks apart and look at what I was doing. I could see Maude's fingers too, grasping the dildo and moving it rhythmically in and out, and fingering Julie's clitoris with her other hand. I now had two fingers in Julie, and she was writhing on the bed as the stimulation mounted.
"Come on, now just oil your shaft and mount her, Andrew, I know she's ready for it." commanded Maude, smiling up at me.
I stood up and oiled my cock, then leaned forward, half over Maude, as I pushed my cock down towards Julie's anus. Suddenly my cock was pushing against her, and as I moved forward it just kind of slipped in to her. It felt deliciously tight around the top of my knob, and I could feel Julie squirming under me, as I kept on pushing in. Her sweater was now well up her back, so I slid it further up, and grabbed my hands around her chest, easing them under to her breasts and nippples. I was virtually lying on her now, pushing in and out in regular thrusts.
"That's my boy!" I heard Maude's voice, "Give her a good riding and make sure she doesn't buck you off!"
Julie's voice was now really panting, and we all knew she couldn't keep on for much longer without coming.
"I'm nearly there, I'm nearly there," she was breathing, as I rode her body and Maude fingered her more. Then with a huge spasm she came, nearly thowing me off. Her coming was a very fast thrashing, as she moved her bottom and thighs quickly forwards and backwards. I grabbed her waist hard to stay on, and felt Maude's hand on my bottom holding me down.
"Good god she's a jumpy comer, and no mistake!" said Maude, as Julie's thrashing quietened down, "But once is never enough for Julie, so don't get off your saddle yet."
Sure enough, after a quieter period, Julie's body starting moving faster again. "This time, you can let go of your load, Andrew," said Maude, "I'll give you a bit of attention too because Goldie is keeping her busy on his own."
So as I kept on a rhythmic pushing into Julie's anus, I suddenly felt Maude's fingers holding my bottom apart, and her oily finger slipped over me. I felt so arousing that I nearly came on the spot. But, concentrating on Julie, I played with her boobs and she got up on her elbows to give my hands more room. Her breasts were just hanging down, with the sweater half over them, and as I pushed in to her so her boobs wobbled into my hands and out again, the nipples stroking my finger tips. She was getting near to coming again, so I let my mind enjoy the sensations: her pink wool clad body beneath me and my cock slipping in and out of her tight anus. Behind me Maude was probably still fingering her with one hand, as her other hand was slipping all over my body between my legs, then stopping at my anus.
As I panted more, and Julie's breath came shorter and shorter, I gasped as Maude's finger slipped into me, and I pushed harder into Julie. Then as I gasped for air I felt Julie cum beneath me, quickly followed by my own coming as I squirted my cum deep inside her.
After a few minutes we had all quitened down a bit. Maude asked, in a matter of fact sort of way, "Well, Julie, was that what you wanted, or would you like a little more?"
Julie just laughed quietly, half to herself. "No, that was perfect, thank you Maude, I'm quite done for now." "How about you then, Andrew?", she asked.
"Well I won't be coming for a minute or two, that's for sure!" I said, as my cock gently slipped out of Julie's bottom.
Maude had pulled her dildo out now, and was kneeling with her cardigan wide apart, the sleeves pulled up. "Well, I think we all need a good bath - and who knows what might happen then!"
She stood up and walked to the door. "I'll go and fill the bath, then I'll put the kettle on for a nice cup of tea. Muffins, anyone?" | Maude Ch. 03 | [
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*The back story is in part 1 of this series so you may want to start there before continuing. The plot (yes,there is a plot) will make more sense if you do.
... continuing on ...*
"Well," I said. "Do you think we got pregnant or will you be abusing me some more?"
There was tired laughter from the others at my weak joke. Janine rolled her head back and said, "Not until you get me something to drink at least."
That sounded like a good idea. We were all sweaty and needed to rehydrate. "I'll get us something cold," I offered, standing up. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it back around my waist – not from modesty but just to stop my cock from dripping all over the place.
My legs felt like rubber as I stumbled back into the kitchen. I knew I didn't want any more wine tonight and found some cold fruit mixes instead. I drew glasses of cold water and dropped the mixes in before returning to the sweaty group in the sitting room. They had moved to sit up against the furniture again and reached up to take the proffered drinks with mumbled thanks. No one else was in a towel so I folded mine and placed it beside Janine before I sat down. She leaned over against me and sipped at the drink.
The room reeked of arousal – male and female. Stan's cock lay limply glistening on his thigh and there were dried trails of cum on the girls' thighs. Both of them looked like they'd been making love for hours but when I looked at the clock I saw we'd barely started the evening. Somehow the intensity had made it seem much later than it was.
Janine rolled her head towards me and reached up for a kiss. Our mouths parted and I could taste the bite of the drink over the musty taste of our sex.
"Thank you," she said. "That was really good for me."
"For me too," I replied. I looked over at Stan and Clare who were snuggled together looking as tired as I felt.
"I think they had a good time, too," I added.
Clare laughed at me, "You think?" she asked. "Your old-man-to-be is a pretty good loaner," she said to Janine. Janine smiled back at her.
My heart had returned to normal and I could feel the cool air from the window running across me. "Let me know when you want to go again," I teased taking a drink.
The girls made faces at me and pointedly looked at my limp cock. "Really," asked Clare? "What do you plan on using, hard language?" They giggled.
"I'll have you know there are plans to leave you both quivering and helpless, right Stan?" He nodded and added, "Yeah, I'm going to call in some reinforcements – maybe the local football team or something to help satisfy these two."
The girls squealed in outrage and laughingly attacked him. He didn't try to defend himself very hard and they soon had him knocked over flat, tickling and biting him in delicate places. Their attack also gave me a great view of their naked bodies as they rolled around with him. The girls were encouraging each other with suggestions to smother him in tits. Stan was laughing and mock-protesting their attack. They took turns grabbing his cock which started to rise again. He was kissing and nibbling on whatever he could reach which just increased the giggling by the girls.
My cock started to swell at the views I had presented to me. At one point both girls were trying to lie across Stan to hold him down which presented both their backsides to me. Their still swollen cunts left wet spots on his skin or each other as they wrestled with him and my cock appreciated the views. When the fight rolled towards me I playfully slapped the ass within reach which got me a shocked squeal from Clare.
She spun around and glared at me before abandoning Stan to move towards me. "Striking a poor woman when her back is turned," she said. "There's a penalty for that you know."
I raised both hands and motioned for her to come closer. "Bring it on," I challenged.
Her firm breasts swung below her as she stalked me across the comforter. "You'll have to pay," she said shaking her hair back away from her face. My cock rose harder as she moved closer. I loved it when she used her strength against me and she growled gently at me before suddenly pouncing forward. She caught my cock in her hands and yelled, "Gotcha!"My cock grew quickly in her grasp and she stroked me as I rose up again. She licked her lips and looking over at the others she swung a leg over mine keeping hold of my cock. My cock was slick with Janine's cunt and my cum and she used it to lubricate her strokes. She moved across my hips and held my cock against her opening running the head between her lips.
Leaning forward she said, "You're going to finish in Janine but I want a few strokes of my own before you do." Lowering herself she impaled her cunt on the head of my cock and gasped as it spread her lips.
She was slick and hot and there was little resistance to my entry. Looking down I could see wetness being forced down around my cock as I slid deeper inside her.
I reached up to play with a breast – teasing the nipple up again. Leaning forward I suckled at her breast and she wrapped an arm around my head to pull me closer. Her hips undulated with my cock partly inside her and she made small sounds of pleasure. She worked me deeper and deeper finally settling down fully on my lap. This took her breast too far away for me to kiss so I put both hands out and held a breast in each palm. As she moved they shifted in my hands and I used my thumbs to tweak the nipples.
Her arms were on my shoulders as she moved gently forwards and back on my cock.
"Damn you feel good," she purred. Her eyes peered through half closed lids and she licked her lips before catching the lower one in her teeth. Hot juices flowed from her cunt soaking me under her – I could feel some trickling down between my legs and across my ass.
Behind us Stan and Janine were watching her on me. On one wall a mirror gave me a glimpse of their view. Her round ass cheeks moving forward and back along my thighs as she ground my hard cock inside her. I reached around to cup each cheek and pulled them slightly apart as she moved exposing her small rosebud on each back stroke. Her cheeks quivered as she worked our sex together and drops of sweat started appearing. I slide one hand around her tight backside and started rubbing her asshole gently using her juices for lubrication.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Don't stop .. please don't stop," she begged as the sensations built towards climax.
Stan was fingering Janine as they watched and she was flushed with arousal. Her hand was on Stan and she stroked him steadily. I crooked a finger at them both in invitation and Janine moved closer to us.
Janine reached out a hand to caress Clare's side and moved it up to catch a breast. Clare turned her head at the touch and her breath became ragged as she saw what Janine did. I motioned Stan to come around to the other side. I caught both Clare's hands and pulled them behind her back forcing her to sit higher and pushing her breasts out.
Stan leaned in and took a breast in his mouth as Janine did the same from the other side. Clare rolled her head back at the sensation and moaned raggedly. I was moving my hips under her driving my cock into her as she worked it with her inner muscles. She started shaking her head and moaning harder.
"No ... oh god no ... ," she panted. "Stop .. please stop .. ugh ugh .. ahhhh! You're making me cum again!"
"Stan," I said. He turned to me releasing her breast from his mouth. "Fuck her mouth," I silently said to him, just mouthing the words so she couldn't hear.
He smiled and moved to stand over us – I lifted my hips to raise her higher and he caught her head with his hands. Janine reached across Clare's body to play with her other breast while still caressing the one with her mouth. Clare's eyes opened in surprise when she felt Stan take hold of her hair. He smiled down at her and guided her mouth over the head of his cock. A muffled squeal came from around the meat in her mouth as he stroked himself in and out of her lips. He didn't give her the option of sucking him but held her in place and fucked her mouth moving his hips in firm strokes.
Helpless to resist what we were doing to her I felt her fighting my hold on her arms but I wouldn't release them. I jerked my cock harder up into her cunt making her squeal even louder. Stan shortened his stroke but didn't stop using her mouth and Janine bit at her nipples while scratching her nails across the sensitive skin.
Suddenly I felt Clare's body spasm hard and she soaked my cock in a flood of juices as her climax hit. Her mouth widened in a noiseless scream and her cunt contracted hard around me as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her body. She held herself rigid in orgasm between us – as she started to come down and relax Janine dropped a hand to Clare's exposed clit and rubbed it with small circles.
This time Clare did scream around Stan's cock as the tremor of an aftershock suddenly became another huge climax. Her body became limp and I released her arms to catch her against me. Stan moved back with a string of saliva connecting his wet cock to her mouth. Clare collapsed against me weakly and I could feel her cunt trembling as I lay inside her. Her mouth gasped for air and drool pooled on my chest as she struggled to recover. I shifted slightly and her eyes flew open.
"Please," she begged. "Don't ... let me stop ... drink, I need a drink." Janine reached for a glass and offered it to her, helping Clare hold it. She drank noisily and some dribbled onto my skin. Clare moved her head back enough so I could see the expression in her eyes. She looked exhausted and kept licking her lips in an attempt to control her mouth. The best way to describe her look right now is – wanton.
"You want off me," I asked? She nodded. "Okay, let's move this way," I said leaning to my left. She slowly extended her trembling left leg and rolled towards her right. Janine caught her knee and helped her straighten it as Stan guided her over beside him. I moved with her until I could pull my cock slowly out of her – the folds of her cunt clutching at me as I withdrew. Clare moaned as she settled back inside my left arm and Stan's right. Groaning she extended both legs and shifted her hips to get comfortable.
Stan pulled her hair back from her face and she looked up at him cautiously. "If you try to start anything with me right now I will bite it off and make you a girl," she warned. We all laughed at her. Stan looked at me over the top of her head.
"What should we tell the rugby team then, Mick?" I shrugged.
Looking over at Janine he continued, "Looks like you're it then, darling. Your girlfriend's shagged out."
Janine giggled shaking her head and Clare slowly shook a hand in protest. "Five minutes, okay .. maybe ten minutes .. then we'll see who's shagged out." She grinned up at him, "Bet you cry uncle before I do." She looked around at us.
"That was bloody incredible, you lot." As far as I know that was the first time she's ever had two cocks in her at the same time. We'd been open about sharing our past experiences and she'd never mentioned it before. From the look on her face it won't be the last time.
She looked over at Janine. "Your turn next," she said. "Anyway, how did I get to be the center of attention? Thought we were here to get you pregnant."
"Doesn't mean you can't have fun, too." Janine said smiling.
"Fun .. yeah .. that was fun .. wait until we get you helpless and you'll be screaming too, girl." Clare told her. She looked up at Stan.
"Why don't you lay her out on the floor and I'll hold her hands so you two blokes can show her some fun," she suggested.
"Hey, don't I get to say anything about this," protested Janine.
"Nope," the three of us chimed in unison.
Clare sat up straighter as her breathing slowed. She leaned over to rub noses with me, "Love you," she said as she leaned her forehead against mine.
"Love you, too, lady," I replied. I did love her, so deeply it scared me sometime. Since we met I had found myself completely lost in her spell – and had no wish to ever stop.
She twisted our heads so we were looking at Janine. "You ready for some more then," she asked?
Janine glanced down at my cock which had remained mostly hard – I felt it stir at her attention. She nodded and smiled at us both.
Clare sat back and looked back at Stan.
"I'm guessing you wouldn't complain about another round, would you," she said with a smile. Stan just smiled and shook his head. Clare smiled and crawled over by Janine giving Stan and me a great view of her ass as she moved on hands and knees. She stopped and looking over her shoulder gave her backside a sexy wiggle at us before spinning around to sit beside Janine. The two girls leaned back on their arms stretching their legs out in front of them.
As I looked at them I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky. Not just with the request from Janine but in being favored with Clare's love and affection. Both girls were so comfortable being themselves there was no embarrassment or hesitation in sharing themselves with Stan and me. Here they were, side by side, chatting as easily as if we'd been at the pub having a lunch together. But in the past hour each had received the other's lover into their bodies and moaned as shared climaxes mixed the seeds of life within them. Even now my seed was working its way inside Janine determined to find her egg and provide a living reminder of our joint pleasures. Clare's body was just as full of Stan's contribution although it would be a sterile journey.
Their naked pale skin glowed and the flickering lights from candles and fire played shadows across their bodies. My body responded to the provocative sights in front of me and I felt blood stiffening my cock. I moved to my knees and started to move towards them feeling Stan close by. The girls reached behind and positioned pillows behind their heads. I moved between Janine's legs as she lay back raising her knees in acceptance. Beside her Clare matched her movements as Stan moved up beside me.
Looking over I could see his cock standing out hard and proud between my girlfriend's knees. He put his hands on her legs and stroked the soft skin inside her legs as she moved to allow him access. Clare and I locked eyes and I blew her a kiss which she returned with a grin. I could see Stan and Janine doing the same and laughed inwardly at the situation.
I rose up slightly so my cock lay on Janine's body and I moved myself slowly using one hand to press the underneath against her clit. She smiled and placed a hand on top of my cock trapping me against her.
Pressed against her I could see how far my cock would penetrate her body. It always amazed me how a woman could accommodate so much. Remembering how hard I pound them sometimes I'm surprised they don't squeal more.
We set a slow rhythm and her breathing picked up. I could feel her getting wetter as I moved between her lips – her breasts shifted heavily and I leaned forward to feel them against my chest.
Beside us Stan and Clare were joined and moving steadily together. They were close enough we could feel Clare's leg rubbing against us as Stan's thrusts moved her. It felt incredible. Clare kept glancing over at us watching how we touched each other. She dropped a hand down on Janine's stomach and slid it down to cover my cock with her. She closed her fingers so I was fucking her hand as well as moving in Janine's. Janine turned her head to look at Clare and moved her hand so she was holding Clare's around me.
Shifting her hips I felt Janine moving my cock so I rode lower, closer to her entrance. I pulled back further and slowly pushed myself between her lips. Janine kept Clare's hand on me as I entered her controlling my depth. Both girls gasped a little as Clare felt me enter Janine. Her hand was trapped between me and Janine as I drove deeper.
"That is so fucking hot," Clare breathed.
Janine nodded in agreement and moved her hips against me. "Oh yes," she agreed. "It's like you're helping him fuck me." I drove further and felt their hands at the bottom of each stroke. We kept a steady pace for a few minutes until Janine released us and pushed harder. Clare's hand was squashed and she flattened it between us letting me drive deeper. As I withdrew she played her fingers across Janine's clit.
"Ooooh," Janine bucked against our combined caress. Clare grinned at her saying, "Payback girlfriend, payback. I won't be the only one to lose control here tonight."
Stan laughed at them as he watched Janine moving under me. "Seems fair to me," he agreed still stroking himself into Clare. He suddenly gasped as Clare grinned up at him.
"You do that much more," he said, "and we'll be done very quickly," he finished with a gasp. Clare opened her eyes wide and said with an attempt at innocence, "But all I did was hug you, like this." He gasped again and I could tell she had tightened her cunt around him. I knew how that felt as it was a favorite way she had of teasing me. You'd swear she had independent control of her muscles as her cunt felt like it was milking you from outside in. Stan gasped again.
"Okay," she said, "I'll stop so you can last a bit longer, dear." She said this rather breathlessly not being immune to what he was doing to her. She recovered her hand from between me and Janine and pulled Stan against her. She kissed his shoulder and then I saw her teeth biting at his neck.
No, she wasn't immune at all. When she started biting me she was close to her own climax. I knew they wouldn't last much longer if she decided to abandon control.
Janine moved her legs and locked them around my waist as she returned my thrusts. I rolled her slightly upwards so I had a new angle for my cock and picked up my own pace slightly. She responded with enthusiasm sliding her arms around me and clutching at my back. Her mouth nibbled at my throat and shoulders sometimes biting the skin. She groaned her desire as I returned her caresses. I dropped my head down by her ear to whisper.
"You like feeling Clare's hand on you, do you," I challenged.
"God yes," she replied. "You have no idea how erotic that is for me."
"Before I cum," I continued, "I want to change positions so she can help us again. Okay?"
"Whatever you want," Janine replied. "Whatever she's willing to do I'm game." She panted her way through small climaxes but I could feel her body working towards another big one.
I looked over at Clare watching her ride Stan's caresses to peak after peak as she heard our exchange.
Her eyes had widened again and she looked barely in control. I could see small scratches on Stan's back and knew from experience she was very close to becoming a screaming, scratching, and biting frenzy. It wasn't often she would let herself go that way and my back was mute witness to the passion she unleashed. She had literally drawn blood from me more than once and even left a broken nail in me one wild night.
"You two willing to try something," I asked them? Clare nodded and Stan looked up.
"What do you want to do?" he panted.
"Have Clare help finish me off with Janine," I replied.
"God, yes," Clare panted. "How do we do this," she asked? Her voice was deeper and ragged, filled with lust.
"I'll get us close," I replied. "Then move us so I'm behind her lying down. You can use your fingers on her to push her over the top. When she cums I bet I will too."
Janine moaned as she heard our plans. "Yes ... please yes," she begged. "That is such a turnn."
Clare stopped moving and looked up at Stan. "You want to move so we can do that," she asked? Stan nodded his head making little beads of sweat drop onto her.
"From behind again," she suggested. "That way you can watch, too."
"If you don't stop talking like that I won't last long enough to change positions," he warned with a grin.
I grinned over at him. "Know what you mean, mate. Don't know how I've managed to last this long with these two." Janine pulled the cunt-hug trick and I moaned in response.
"I want to feel you cum again," Janine said. "Please, I want to feel you finish in me." She looked over at Clare with a slightly desperate look in her eyes and I could feel her body twitching around me. She felt very close already and I didn't think it would take much to push her over the top.
"We better get moved," I said, "or I think we'll miss the moment." My breathing was ragged and I wavered on the edge of losing all control. Janine clenched at my body and I started wondering how important changing position really was but managed to back away again. I pulled up and away withdrawing myself from her body as she gasped at the shock of sudden emptiness.
saw Stan pulling from Clare and he moved to put her back on her knees facing us. "No," she protested, "on my side with you behind me, like they will."
To show him what she meant I moved Janine around and onto her left side. I moved behind her and lifted her right leg so I could slide mine across her left. This moved my cock close to her and I pushed up until the head slid back inside with her hand providing some guidance. I wasn't completely on my side or on my back but at angle that provided her with support. I stroked myself back into her while we got comfortable.
I thought Clare would mirror us being face to face with Janine but she had other ideas. She had moved down until her face was level with our groins and had Stan enter her from behind. He also had a close view over her shoulder. One arm held his head up and the other came around Clare to play with her breasts. Clare reached out a hand and placed it on Janine's inner thigh in front of her. I raised my right leg propping it inside Janine's right which opened her up more to their joint gaze.
Janine could see Stan and Clare watching us closely. She reached out with her hand to caress Clare's head and Stan looked up to see her face. Her torso was mottled with flushed skin and she panted for air as I continued to stroke into her. I slid a hand under her right thigh to help pull it back opening her further. Her body trembled and shook from my impact and her head fell back against me. Her hair was soaked with sweat just like her skin and you could almost see steam rising from her over-heated body. I could tell it wouldn't be long until she exploded again and I wanted to use that to explode myself.
I rose up to look over her at Clare. Clare was softly caressing Janine's inner thigh from knee to hip joint. The entire thigh was awash with sweat, my pre-cum and Janine's cunt juices. Clare reached up to touch Janine's breast taking the weight of it in her palm as she rubbed a nipple. She cupped her hand and ran her nails down across Janine's flat stomach drawing a sudden gasp from Janine.
Clare looked up at me. "How close are you," she asked?
"I'm on the edge," I replied.
"Me too," she smiled back at me. Stan was concentrating and nodded at us which I took to mean he was seconds away from his own climax. He had half closed his eyes and his powerful thrusts shook Clare's body with every impact.
Janine gasped as she said, "Finish me. I want to feel you cum deep inside me as I do." Clare reached out with her hand and ran it up Janine's thigh again, this time letting her fingers touch my cock as it moved in Janine. We both moaned at her touch and I could feel the cunt walls around me thinning in excitement. Clare cupped my balls and I felt them pulling up tighter against me.
Clare ran her fingers up the length of my cock and then across Janine's clit. She settled down to a steady pressure that stimulated Janine as I moved her. Janine reached out her left arm and grabbed Clare by the hair. Her right hand reached for Clare's hand on her clit but Stan intercepted it holding it away. Her fingers clutched at open air and her nails dug into her palms together as we tormented her flesh. Clare's hand moved faster and Stan started to grunt loudly as he lost control.
"Can't stop," he managed to say. "I'm going to explode."
Clare's eyes got big and waves of color swept across her pale white skin. Her hand on Janine was a blur as Janine also started climaxing loudly. Just as she had earlier she let loose with a stream of lewd language as her cunt contracted hard around me. I refused to stop but drove my cock through her spasms determined to push myself over the top.
Clare yelped and I could see her nipples harden and goose-bumps rise across her body as she climaxed hard. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed out loud.
Janine's thighs struggled to close as her excitement finally brought a scream to her lips. You could visibly see the contractions of her cunt around my cock and her clit jumped and jerked from the stimulation. She pulled herself almost into a ball using her hand in Clare's hair as an anchor. Clare's eyes flew open at the sudden pressure and she watched fascinated as my own eruption started a split second later.
Suddenly she levered herself over and placed her mouth firmly on Janine's clit as I exploded deep inside her body. I could feel her sucking at Janine's flesh and she cupped my balls feeling them contract over and over again as I emptied myself. My hips jerked uncontrollably as my body found release. Clare moved her mouth to the underside of my cock licking me clean of the combined juices I was forcing from Janine. I pulled back accidentally too far and found myself ending in Clare's mouth. She took a hasty taste and used her hand to guide me back into Janine.
I watched her as she explored the mouthful of combined juices she just received. I saw no sign of revulsion as she used her tongue to explore the taste. I saw her suddenly tremble again and Stan gasped as she must have contracted around him unexpectedly. She swallowed and when she opened her eyes I could see raw wantonness in her gaze. At that point I believe she would have done anything without a murmur. If another man had suddenly entered her she would have fucked him back and looked for more afterwards. Yes, she was my love and my lover but she was also operating at a more primal level for the moment.
I saw her come back with a start and when she saw me watching her she blushed as if embarrassed at being caught in something wicked. I smiled at her and blew a kiss.
Sighing I settled back, feeling strained and painful muscles complaining about the abuse. My cock subsided inside Janine and the pressure of her cunt contracting steadily pushed me out. I could feel it losing the battle to stay in and I groaned in protest. Every man knows this feeling – no matter what you do you can't win this fight.
I leaned back up to shift myself around as the inevitable approached and saw Clare's face inches away from our joined bodies. She glanced up at me and said with a lascivious smile, "That is so damn hot to watch. I wish we could make it last."
My cock jumped slightly at her comment which hastened the inevitable and the head suddenly appeared. Clare amazed me by dropping her mouth around me as the last fraction emerged. Her hand held me against Janine's cunt and she used her tongue on us both. Bobbing her head over my flaccid cock she cleaned me and then licked along the length of Janine's slit gathering streams of my cum on her tongue. Janine squealed at the sensation and pulled away suddenly with a laugh.
"God that tickles," she protested with a smile.
"Tastes good though," said Clare licking her lips. "Want some?"
The girls leaned to each other and shared a kiss – I could see them chasing drops of cum around their lips as they shared the flavor.
"Hmm, yes," Janine agreed. She looked up at Stan and motioned for him to move around.
"Let me taste you," she said. Stan rolled over so she could slide her mouth down his cock. He sighed as Clare reached out to hold his cock steady for Janine to suck. There was no life left in him either just a steady ooze of cum that Clare forced up and out with her thumb.
Janine licked the last of it clean and leaned back to Clare. "You taste good, too." she said and planted another kiss on Clare. They savored the last of his cum between them before settling back with contented sighs.
I could feel a sudden chill from the open window. The neglected fire had lost the battle with the evening air but we all had sweat covering our bodies. I looked at the disheveled group, lank hair and covered in bites and scratches - the girls faces were a mess of cum and smeared makeup. Their bodies were flushed with exertion and swollen with arousal.
They looked fantastic.
Clare looked around the room at us and said with a small frown, "There's one thing that is bothering me." We all looked back and I wondered if she was afraid we had changed our group dynamic in some way. I wanted to reassure her I still loved her and that wouldn't change.
"What's wrong," Janine asked her with a look of concern?
"Well," she replied with a very serious look, covered in cum and sweat. "Do you think we've just been turned into lesbians?"
Then she smiled as we all exploded into laughter.
"Hardly," said Janine with a smile. "I like blokes way too much to ever give them up; especially these two." She stretched her body with a groan as tight muscles relaxed. The cool air raised goose-bumps across her skin and she shivered.
"What I want right now, though, is a hot shower and something softer to sit on," she continued.
"That sounds good," said Clare. "Perhaps these sex maniacs will let us have a break before molesting us again."
Stan and I argued about who the sex maniacs were pointing out he and I were merely accomplices to their evening of debauchery. It didn't work and we were relegated to fixing the fire and straightening the room a bit while the girls disappeared to the shower. Stan moved to put more coal on the fire while I closed the open window. Feeling the chill I wrapped a towel around me while I picked things up.
After a few minutes the girls reappeared in bathrobes laughing together. For a couple who were complaining about being abused they looked incredibly healthy and radiant with an inner glow. A billow of steam left the room behind them and I pointed at it.
"Did you two use all the hot water then," I asked.
"Hardly," Janine said. She wrapped her arms around Clare and said in a sultry voice, "We showered together – it's more fun that way and saves water. You two blokes should try it." They broke down into gales of laughter at the thought.
I decided to play along. "Alright, saves standing around in our skin. Coming Stan," I asked? I headed towards the shower with the girls laughing at the antics. I swatted at Clare's backside as I passed them while she tried to duck away.
"Right behind you, Mick," Stan replied which set the girls off again.
"Wonder who will drop the soap first," Clare asked with mock curiosity?
"They watched us; don't we get to watch them?" Janine complained with a pout.
In the bathroom I opened the shower door and ran the water over my body. The heat felt good and I grabbed the soap to clean away the evidence of the evening. Outside I could hear Stan still exchanging ribaldries with the girls. "You better hurry or you'll miss your chance," I heard Clare say.
"Hey," I called. "Do I have to wash my own back?"
More laughter from the front room and I heard Stan at the door. "I'm here for you, Mick," he said.
"Good," I replied. "Guard that doorway and keep those fiends away while I rinse then."
"Fiend? Did I hear him call me a fiend," Clare asked in a shocked voice? "Right, let's see how long it takes him to get lucky again."
I had continued washing while the bantering continued and opened the door to step out. "Water's still hot," I said to Stan with a smile.
"Good," he replied passing me to step in. "You can protect my honor, then. Just be a minute."
I grabbed a towel and dried myself quickly. There was bathrobe for each of us in a pile on the counter and I slipped one around me. I took a swig of mouthwash and swished it around my mouth to freshen up. The water turned off with a squeak of the handle and I turned to throw Stan a towel as he opened the door.
"Cheers," he said using it to dry himself. I could see red scratches than came around his side from the back.
"Looks like she got you pretty good," I said. "Let's have a look at your back."
Stan turned around to show me the dark angry marks Clare had left in his skin. I sucked air and said, "I should have warned you about her. At least she didn't break the skin this time."
Stan laughed a bit. "Yeah, I noticed she likes to hold on sometimes," he said wryly. "No complaints, more like war wounds." We laughed – yes, sometimes it was like war wounds with Clare – but only when the sex was particularly good.
I could hear the girls rummaging around in the kitchen as we finished our ablutions. When I opened the door I could see plates and such on the table. The girls had retrieved snacks and drinks while we showered.
Clare was caught with a cracker and talked around the food as she said, "Got hungry. Don't know why." Now that she mentioned it I was a bit peckish myself.
"No idea," I replied. "Don't hog the cheese," I finished with a smile. We all sat down and polished off a small snack with some light conversation. It didn't take much to satisfy me – more like topping things off than being hungry. We cleared things away and returned to the living room where we settled down as we had at the beginning of the evening. The coal fire was doing a good job of warming things up and we quietly watched the flickers of flame in a companionable silence.
Clare rolled her neck up at me and said, "Penny for your thoughts."
I looked down at her and thought about how the evening had gone. Bit different than our usual nights at the cottage. Most nights we'd be down at the local pub listening to last call about now. Darts and pool with some dancing was how we generally entertained ourselves before returning to our separate bedrooms. I sighed.
"Well, considering this is only Friday night," I replied, "I'm wondering if I'll still be able to move come Sunday." | Friends Request Ch. 02 | [
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*Chapter 11 -- To Safety.*
Anny's bare feet slapped heavily on the hot pavement as she ran; her legs jarring and her skin burning as it came into contact with the ground. She was running for her life. Walkers were all she could see; they were approaching her from all sides of the street. Where was she? There were so many of them... How did she get here? It didn't matter now, she had to escape.
Hungry screams filled her ears as they called for her flesh from all sides; mouths crying out with their harsh demands seeking to end her life. Fear filled her chest as her mind screamed at her legs to pick up the pace...
Someone was ahead of her calling her name, it was John's voice.
"ANNY! ANNY!"
One of the Walkers reached her arm and pulled her back violently. She screamed as she was pulled, desperately searching ahead of her in a panicked haze, but couldn't see him.
"Anny!" John whispered her name again slightly louder, as he gently shook her awake.
Anny woke with a jolt and started desperately to take in her surroundings. John could tell on her face as she realised she must have been having a bad dream, still feeling the fear and panic from the nightmare.
"It's ok, it's ok." John cooed to her. "We're in the cave, we're safe."
Anny started calming down, her breathing returning to normal from its rapid pace; "Oh John, I was having a horrible dream. We were in a town, Walkers were all around me. You were somewhere ahead of me, calling to me; I wasn't going to get away in time..."
John pulled her close into his body, whispering; "It's ok my love. It's alright, you're safe, you're with me. We are going to be just fine."
Anny huddled into him; "It... it was so real..." she whimpered.
Aside from Anny's nightmare, it had been an uneventful night. Mira had finished a three hour shift on watch, followed by Skye, and finally John. He was just finishing up his shift when Anny had started thrashing about restlessly in response to her dream. Anny had regained her senses and was clinging onto John; the other two women had already woken and were covering the cave passage.
Sitting watch had given John a lot of time to process the information Anny had given him last night; 'Anny's pregnant' had chanted in his head over and over again. They hadn't been using any protection since they met, as there was none around to use, and now he was going to be a father. She wasn't a hundred percent sure that she was pregnant, but she had told him that she was always on time with her period; which was now a week and a half late. This morning John felt a little in awe at the wonder of it all.
After the hours of thinking it through, while he sat watching the candlelight dance shadows across the cave walls, John's heart and mind were now filled with courage; courage and determination to find them a safe place where they could bring up their child. The fire had almost definitely destroyed their home and its protective border walls, but they would have to check if it was a lost cause and deal with that scenario if need be.
For breakfast, they all shared the food they found in the cave; there was no point going through their own supplies if they didn't have to. They ate as much as they wanted, and they needed a big meal for whatever the day would bring. No one spoke over breakfast; John kept Anny close to him as they ate, an arm draped over her leg for comfort. Skye, Anny and John were still recovering from the loss of Tom and Merry, and Mira was apparently the silent type. She was clearly a strong woman; having hunted down and killed the two men that had taken John captive. John was very glad to have her in the group especially now that Tom was gone.
Once they had completed their meals, they packed up their belongings. Their bodies were still sore from the hard trek yesterday, but John roused them all up and took the lead, followed by Anny, Skye, and finally Mira. A silent hour of walking later and they had made it to the mouth of the cave. The smell of smoke and charcoal hung thickly in the air. John left the women in the cave while he did a bit of scouting. He walked out and climbed up onto the closest tall boulder he could scale. The landscape came into view; every inch of the ground was burnt black, and all the trees had been assaulted by flames.
Slowly rising smoke emitted from the larger trees, as they were obviously still on fire deep in their hearts. John had never been this close to the aftermath of a bushfire. The Australian landscape needed fire to release certain seedlings from the flora, so he guessed eventually life would return to this wasteland. At the moment though, it seemed to be one more attempt from Mother Nature to try and rid herself of the infestation of man.
John scoped completely around him with his rifle. Nothing moved. He let out a whistle, letting the girls know it was ok to come out. When they came into view, he jumped down from his perch, and they continued their trek home.
It took them the morning to make it back to the top of the hill above the homestead. They sighted down to the house below; all they could see left was burnt stumps and scorched sheet metal lying scattered in the yard*.* Parts of the fortress wall were burnt all the way to the ground; others still smoking as the more recently cut timbers were still green.
They headed down to the wreckage to give it a proper investigation. Nothing was salvageable. They pushed around a few timbers, lifted some of the roofing tin to check underneath; but there was nothing left to recover from their home.
"Where are we going to go?" Skye asked quietly, her face distraught.
They were silent in thought for a long time. John threw a piece of burnt timber he was holding onto the heap as an answer finally came to him; "We need to get off the mainland."
The best place to find a boat would be Laurieton; the nearest coastal town, at least a day and a half's walk from where they were now. Before the apocalypse, Laurieton had been a sleepy retirement village with a couple of dozen boats parked there at any one time; the town being a favourite with international hobby sailors.
Directly between them and the town was Middle Brother Mountain, one of three large mountains that were synonymous with the region. North Brother Mountain had the town of Laurieton at its feet next to the river; very close to the ocean. John decided that he would lead the group directly north from where they were, and follow the road around Middle Brother, and then aim for the coast. It was a quiet road, with only two small townships on the way.
More burnt landscape met them as they started the next leg of their journey. After half an hour they could see Middle Brother coming into view, its bulk arching into the sky. The fire seemed to have only destroyed half the bush that covered it. The fire must have died down naturally in places leaving erratic patches of greenery untouched.
They came across a few burnt people as they travelled, but the fire had ended their existence; there was no way to tell if the people had been alive or Walkers. The landscape changed from burnt wasteland to still green and brown bushland as they found the main country road which led around the base of the mountain. They walked straight down the middle of it, the summer sun making the black bitumen sizzle; but they dared not stray from the black path into the long grass on either side of the road, in case Walkers were wandering there.
It was a long, hot, and hard journey. John didn't mind too much though. It was made easier by the pleasure of walking along hand-in-hand with his love, swapping smiles and swift, sweet kisses as they went.
The light was dying as the day neared its end. John pulled his rifle's scope away from his eye. He hadn't seen any movement around the houses they had come to; the west end of the town of Kendall. They needed to find somewhere safe to spend the night, and he had spotted where they could possibly stay. On top of the ridge that went through the middle of the town was a house hanging off the edge of the hill on stilts, its contents hidden from the rest of the valley below by its wide verandas.
They headed up the ridge, crouching low from cover to cover as carefully and quickly as possible through the town; racing the dying light of the day. They came across partially eaten bodies in the street; but at least the bodies didn't move.
The house was now just up ahead. John ducked down behind an abandoned car on the side of the road; the others joined in line behind him. A single Walker slowly meandered on the crest of the road about 100 metres up the road. It hadn't noticed them by the look of it, but they couldn't make it to the front door of the house without it seeing them.
John searched his mind for what to do, but was interrupted by Mira whispering loudly to him; "We've got company, two Walkers behind us."
John spun around to see two Walkers shuffling up the hill to get them; they were already closer than the single Walker was up ahead.
"Come on, we need to get indoors before many more of them notice us." John whispered as he started leading them out from behind the car.
They ran as low as they could up to the front gate of the property, opened it, and then ran across the raised walkway that led to the front door; it was the only way in or out of the house. Mira shut the gate as she passed through it last, and they all met up at the door.
John tried the door handle, but it was locked.
"Stand back." He commanded, as he backed up; ready to kick the door open.
As soon as he raised his foot, the door swung open to reveal a smiling man standing there. He was lean, tall, and had a shaggy beard.
"Well hi there, come on in friends!"
The group stood there stunned for a moment, before the snarl of the approaching Walkers behind them quickly brought them back to reality. John lowered his foot as the man stood aside with a welcoming sweep of his arm to invite them in. As they rushed into the house, John noticed that the man was armed with a loaded crossbow in his other hand.
Once the group were past him, the man stepped outside casually, raised his crossbow to shoulder height, and shot a bolt into the eye of the first Walker that reached the gate. Its body collapsed over the top of the low gate and hit the concrete path; the second Walker a few metres behind him snarling with hatred. With the task done the man casually stepped back inside the house, closed the door, and placed large blocks of wood across it.
He turned to smile at the bewildered group. "We'll take care of the rest of those later. Now, cup of tea anyone?" asked as though what he had just done was perfectly normal.
John and the women followed the man into the main room. It was a combination kitchen, lounge room, and dining room; with a large wall made of glass that led out to a balcony and a wonderful vista of the green valley below. They couldn't see the houses of Kendall below, as John had predicted, so it was a perfect place to spend the night free of attracting Walkers; as was clearly demonstrated by their host living here.
"Damian's the name, what are yours?" Damian asked as he lit a small camping stove on the kitchen bench and put a tin full of water on top.
John introduced everyone in the group, and then asked what Damian was doing here.
"Good to meet you all, it's been quite lonely up here for the last couple of weeks." Damian replied as he started preparing enough mugs for them all; his eyes flicking up at each of them in turn as he set to his task. He continued without answering John's question, "So what's your story?"
John gave him a very brief rundown; that they had been living in the house down near John's River, it burnt down in the bush fire, and that they were now looking for somewhere to stay. He withheld telling any more information than that, as he didn't know or trust Damian yet... there was something about him that John didn't like...
"Sounds like you had it pretty good down there at your place until that bush fire, and the company looks like it wasn't too bad either..." Damian trailed off as his gazed started to shift from setting up the mugs, to drifting over the women.
Anny, who was standing slightly behind John, gripped his arm a little tighter as Damian's gaze crossed over them.
Damian seemed to regain his mental composure and returned his focus to putting tea bags into the mugs. "Me, I've been up here for the last couple of weeks by myself, just living off what I find in the houses around here. There's the odd zombie around, but they're manageable."
"Where were you before this then?" John asked, trying to get as much information out of him as possible; he needed to figure out what bothered him about the man.
"Ah, well a couple of fellas and I were living off the land as the shit hit the fan in the world. I got separated from them by a herd of zombies, and I've been on my own since. We had some crazy times together, but don't know where they are now..." Damian's focus shifted out beyond the horizon as he seemed to be thinking back; a slight smirk crossing his face.
"Annnnnyway, it's good to have some company again!" His smile turned sly as he looked back to John and the others.
John dropped his backpack to the floor and sat down on the nearest couch; the others did the same. Anny sat and snuggled in beside John. He wrapped an arm around her in a hug and left it there. John smiled at Skye and Mira, trying to make the situation feel more comfortable. Damian brought everyone their cups of tea when they were ready, and told them to relax; he'd be back in a minute once he'd finished off that other Walker out the front.
The evening passed in uneasy conversation, and John's lack of trust in Damian didn't improve. John held Anny closely to him on the couch, needing to feel her warmth, to know that she was safe.
Damian invited them to have the spare bedrooms; there were three in the house, all with queen size beds. Damian was in the first room. He suggested Mira and Skye take the second, and John and Anny, the last. Damian also let them know that there was enough hot water for all due to the rainwater tank and the solar hot water heater on the house. John and Anny's room had an en-suite; the others could use the main bathroom when they needed it.
Damian called it a night, wished them sweet dreams, and then headed into his room; shutting the door behind him. The others decided to turn in as well, going down the hallway to their rooms with Mira and John trailing the group. The women traded happy smiles at the thought of hot water and being truly, thoroughly clean. Anny continued down the hall as Skye headed in, followed by Mira.
John grasped Mira's arm before she disappeared into their room and whispered to her; "Keep alert tonight ok, I don't know about this guy."
Mira nodded in agreement with a sombre look on her face, gave one last glance back up the hall, and then closed her bedroom door. John heard the lock on the door 'click', and then walked down the hall to join Anny in their room on the other side.
Anny walked into the large bedroom and smiled. Despite its size it had a cosy cabin look and feel. Moonlight was flooding in through large glass windows that overlooked the valley. It was such a beautiful, peaceful sight; she was drawn to them, enchanted by the view. Anny felt the tension begin to ease in her neck, and the edginess of the evening start to dissipate.
She heard John come into the room, close the door, and turn the lock. Reluctant to turn away from the soothing night scene, Anny only heard John put his gun on the bedside table and kick off his shoes. As she felt him near, Anny sidestepped in front of John, wanting the feel of his arms around her, but still needing to take in the quiet moment of a seemingly normal world before her.
She felt John put his big hands on her shoulders, pulling her back slightly to rest against his chest. Anny rolled her head back so that it nestled under his chin, let out a soft exhale of relief, and relaxed into his touch. She felt the soothing stroke of John's hands go down her arms and slide underneath her shirt; coming to rest on her stomach. It was exciting to know that their baby was inside her at that very moment, growing bigger and stronger each and every day. Anny's hands slid up over the back of John's as they both stood there, in the middle of the end of the world, but with the start of a new one in their hands.
They stood a while, gazing outside and swaying gently in the moonlight to music heard only in their hearts.
Butterflies stirred inside Anny as she felt John starting to unbutton her blouse from the bottom up. She sighed when he caressed her breasts over her bra. His hands were gentle, but firm and intent on their task. Anny curved her back into him as John teased her hardening nipples; she was happily surprised to feel how quickly his manhood stiffened and tucked into the cleft of her bottom.
Anny registered the familiar tension in his body; recognized it as need rather than fear. It only added to the desire stirring in her as well; but she had already set her mind on a hot shower first. There was no way she was climbing into bed covered with all the dirt of their travels and smelling of the world's largest campfire, when she had a choice to do otherwise.
"Come on love, we're getting clean before anything else." Anny laughed, as she turned to face him. She searched for John's eyes in the dark; finding them filled with the need she had already felt in him. A shiver coursed through her in response; her laughter paused between parted lips. Anny watched, breathless, as his hungry gaze poured into her eyes, his mouth lowered slowly to hers.
John's mouth tangled her own in a kiss full of passion that roused her heart, and danced even more sensations through her body. Anny eagerly responded, wrapping her arms up around his neck. She felt him draw her in tightly to his chest. Her body stretched like a cat as John's hands stroked down her back to cup her cheeks; a tingle following them down to settle between her thighs. Anny heard John groan as he squeezed her cheeks, pulling her hips up into him. She pressed her mons against his fully erect shaft, and she felt a trickle of warm wetness seep into her panties.
John's hands swept upward, roaming over her bare back under her blouse, searching for the clasp of her bra. The spell of his kiss weakened, and finding herself unable to help get either of them undressed, she pushed on his shoulders, dragging her lips from his.
"Shower, now." she ordered John in a husky voice.
She reached back and unhooked her bra, ducking quickly under John's arm as he reached to free her lightly bouncing globes. Anny snagged his hand, pulling him round with her as she headed to the en-suite. She let out a playful squeal at the pinch he gave her ass as he fell into step behind her; and gave a brief thought of thanks they didn't have to venture down the hall in their condition. They shed their clothing; leaving bits wherever they landed like breadcrumbs being left on the path to the bathroom.
Anny reached in and turned on the shower, and checked for soap and shampoo. She felt John's hands and lips on her body become more insistent as she adjusted the water's flow and temperature. His desire was driving hers upward, her breath coming quicker, the heat of passion flushing her skin and cheeks. She let John pull her under the cascading water, and they revelled in the feel of it as they kissed and fumbled for the shampoo.
The room transformed into a mix of steam, soap, shampoo, cleaning, kissing, rubbing, and nibbling. Anny grasped John's soapy cock and stroked it; enjoying the husky moans she drew from him. She stroked down to the base and back up, reaching her other hand underneath to caress his balls. It gave her a little thrill of power to see the effect she had on him.
John rested one hand on the wall beside her head, as he pumped his hips forward with each stroke. The fingers of his other hand tightening on her slippery nipples, making her cry out softly. The water had softened John's work-roughened hands; the change adding to the heightened awareness Anny had of them gliding over her skin. Everywhere he stroked her, it seemed her awareness followed; and as he stroked, the arousal built between her slippery thighs.
Anny's hand was trapped between them, wrapped around his throbbing shaft, as John pulled her closer. John's muscles were smooth under her other hand, but she still detected a coiled tension in them. She felt the tingle in her taut, pink nipples as they rubbed against the curly chest hair of her lover. The tingle flowed down her spine, chasing down between her cheeks as John's hands tugged them gently apart, his fingers rubbing the soap into the cleft, pressing gently at her little puckered star. Anny groaned at the sensation, and felt John's cock jerk in her hand.
As he continued to rub over her cheeks, cupping underneath and separating them, Anny felt another rush of heat flow through her sex, and a curious burn reach the soles of her feet. She nipped at the brown peak of John's nipple, making his whole body jerk this time. A loud groan met her ears and she found herself being lifted. John's hands were under her thighs, wrapping her legs around him as he pressed her back up to rest against the smooth marble shower wall.
John couldn't hold out any further; he had to have her, now.
His hands were under Anny's thighs, and he had forced her up against the wall of the shower. John could feel her body tense slightly as it came into contact with the slightly colder surface, but relax as he continued intensely kissing her neck and shoulders.
John could hear Anny's breath deepen as he brought the tip of his manhood up to her waiting entrance; he paused long enough for the remaining water to flow off his member, and started lowering her body down onto his.
A fulfilled sigh escaped Anny's lips as she easily welcomed him inside her. John could feel Anny's internal heat taking over from the steamy water around him. John was tired from the day's trek, but he didn't need to inspire his arms to start lifting Anny's body up and down; plunging him deeper and deeper inside her with every stroke.
Anny lowered her face down to John's shoulder as she was thrust up and down in the air; nibbling here and there to encourage her lover to take her harder, faster. Her hands roamed through his hair, as her legs bounced up and down in response to his athletic fucking.
Anny was breathing hard and laboured as they continued their urgent connection; John could tell she needed this as much as he did.
John could feel his release approaching, and could sense that Anny's had just started; Anny's fingers gripped on so tightly into the back of his head, and into his shoulder blade. Anny's finger nails involuntarily dug in deeper into his back, her womanhood convulsing stronger and stronger around him. His body demanded release into her right now, it couldn't wait any longer; it needed to possess his love with all he had.
John's legs stiffened as he dropped her down onto his thighs; burying himself into her as deep as he *c*ould go. Cum came surging out of John and ejected straight into his waiting Anny.
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As I awoke on another day here on planet Earth, there was something that was quite amiss. Usually at a time like now, there would be all kinds of people walking around. It was all hustle and bustle, and yet, now, there is nobody to be seen. Its strange, I didnt hear anything big happening, nor did I get any memos of some kind of evacuation. I decided to take a little walk around, trying to find any kind of family member. Parents, siblings or anyone. Yet, despite looking for at least half an hour, there was literally none to see. None in the horizon and none that replied to my cries for any kind of life. Strange, I said to myself, Where the hell is everyone?
However, as I walked around, I began to realise just how bad things were. Buildings were just crumbled into pieces, cars were tipped over and/or crushed and the smell was a mix of rubble and blood. It was sickening to say the least. I saw in the background some kind of smoke. It was quite hard to see, but there was a lot of it, making breathing a bit difficult. If all of this death and destruction was the cause of an explosion, it must have been something that cant just come from one source. It would have had to have been caused by multiple things. There was then only one thing going through my mind at this time; how did I manage to survive something like this? It looked like the world was at its lowest point. Was it the end of the world? No, but it was the start. As I continued to walk around, I saw entire streets, that were originally full of houses, trees and bright green grass, now just a spectrum of brown. The same question was running through my head, how did I manage to survive? The texture of the ground on my feet was extremely uncomfortable, as if I was walking on glass. Well, that was part of what was on the ground, anyway. The wind was quite strong too, managing to make my wings flutter just a bit, as well as my tail.
As I returned to my house, to see it looking in far better shape than any of the other houses in the area, I knew for a fact that this world was just far too unsafe for any kinds of survivors to stay and try and continue their lives on a planet which days are now numbered. None knows what number that is, but its certain that the world will soon end. As I entered the house, I decided to gather up a few things that I would need. A good number of necessities and a handful of other things. Everything else was either garbage, or something that I really couldnt take with me.
When I left the house, I heard a siren going off, followed by a voice on a tanoy, stating how that all survivors MUST report to the docking station to flee the planet. An international scan will detect any living survivors and will send ways of storing goods ready for leaving to the new habitable planet As I saw a quick red laser dart past me, I saw a fairly big drone in the distance coming towards me. He then stopped and opened up a compartment which looked very large. I decided I may as well use what I was given to take everything with me.
The drone escorted me to the docking station, which contained a few shuttles set to head to another Earth like planet for the survivors of this apocalypse. The drone then took me to a shuttle of my own and activated it, before opening up the shuttles luggage compartment, and starting to put in my stuff, with strong care, even though the drone looked rusted and old. When the drone was done, he said, may you have peace in new home, dragon. Strange how he managed to know that I was a dragon. I saw some of the last shuttles take off as I started to head in, before I had a thought and decided to take the drone with me. I didnt want to leave it, even if it was only meant to serve one purpose. Bless you, kind dragon, the drone said. I smiled at him and said, Not a problem, As I got myself comfortable in the shuttle, resting the drone on the seat next to me, I began to look back at Earth, saying my last goodbyes to it. The place I was born and grew up has now become uninhabitable. All of my friends and family are seemingly dead, crushed by buildings, cars or thrown into massive pits, not in their control. I started to get a bit misty-eyed, but I tried not to let that stop me. It was a time for evolution, a time to leave the old planet Earth and head into the unknown and live a new life with others that managed to make it!
The shuttle then began to start a countdown, starting at 30 and counting down one every second. The shuttle started to rumble with the engines starting, the stabilisers being knocked off and the thrusters pushing all the power down to set me off, before finally, after the countdown reached 0, the shuttle shot up and took me off the ground and straight into the sky and beyond. I was now in space. Something I never would have imagined in my entire life, but now was something that needed to be done. I couldnt stay on Earth, I had a life to live and I wasnt going to do it mourning on a planet that was set to die! No way! There was others heading to the same place I was, so I wouldnt be lonely at all. Sure, I may have lost those I love, but its something I couldnt have stopped. My life was ahead of me as I headed to the new Earth
I then looked behind me, seeing the last of the shuttles heading my direction as the world started to crumble. I couldnt feel it as I was too far away, but it did seem that the close by shuttles werent phased by it. The Earth was now pretty much gone. It was now but a memory to those that survived. Now, I shall relax as I head through space and head into my new home planet! | October 21st - Commission by Ryuuio | [
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This is a birthday story for my friend Lapseph from FA.
Sefra grinned as he spotted Kraz walking along. The bunny slowly moved up behind the moogle and pounced, getting a eep from him. Kraz wiggled a bit underneath Sefra, which caused the bunny to snicker down at the moogle and slowly started to get off.
"Hey there moogle." Sefra said as he helped Kraz up.
"Meep, S-Sefra!" Kraz said somewhat nervously as he stood up.
"Sooo, what'cha get me?" Sefra asked with a grin, tilting his head at Kraz.
"G-Get you?" Kraz asked, blinking.
"Yup, what'cha get my for my birthday?" Sefra gave an even bigger grin.
"Meep! Y-You're birthday? I got you, um..." Kraz shuffled his paws as he spoke, thinking fast. "M-Myself!"
"Really?" Sefra asked with a grin down to the moogle, who let out a nervous kupo at the grin.
"I-I mean the presents at home." Kraz said with a nervous smile. "I'll go get it."
Sefra just grinned as Kraz started too walk away. He stepped up behind him and grabbed him, giving a little growl and squeezing the moogle. Kraz started to wiggle some against Sefra, trying to get away, blushing as he felt something pushing up against his rear. Sefra only murred and squeezed the moogle tighter before pushing him to the ground and laying over him, causing the moogle to blush even more and try to crawl away.
Kraz groaned as he was held tight, giving a little wiggle before meeping as he felt something pushing up under his tail. Sefra only murred as he rubbed the tip of his shaft up against Kraz's tail hole, smearing pre over it, helping to wet it down for what was to come. Kraz gasped and clenches down as Sefra starts to push in, getting a moan from the bunny who slides his tip into that tight hole. Kraz tries to squirm away again, but is held fast by Sefra who just feeds inch after inch of his member into the moogle.
After a minute both Kraz and Sefra laid panting, Sefra hilted into the smaller moogle. Pre flooded into the moogle as Sefra started to pull out, getting to the tip before pushing back in, getting a moan from Kraz. Sefra started up a rhythm of pushing in and pulling out, slowly picking up speed. Kraz just laid there, pre leaking from his own cock, panting and moaning as he was pounded. Sefra kept on getting faster and faster as he humped into the moogle, a flood of pre helping to lube up the tight rear.
It didn't take long before Sefra slammed forward and hilted in Kraz. Moaning out, rope after rope of hot rabbit cum filled the moogle, causing him to pant and moan. Kraz let out a small whimpermoan as he tried to bring a paw around to get himself off as well, but was held tight by Sefra. Sefra just mmed and murred as he finished filling the moogle, grinning some down to him as he kept him held tight. Leaning down he gave the back of Kraz's head a lick, mming and licking his lips.
"Mm, now that I've had fun with my present I think it's time for some cream filled cake." Sefra said with a grin as he opened wide.
"W-Wait! I'm not a cake!" Kraz squeeked out as he started to squirm.
Sefra just snickered as he took Kraz's head into his muzzle and started to suckle and lick it over. Any of Kraz's protests where cut off as his head was taken in, though he still tried to wiggle and squirm free. Sefra mmed as he licked the moogle's head over before swallowing and pulling his head deeper in. He kept on licking down everything that came in, getting it nice and wet before swallowing and sending the moogle's head down his throat. Kraz let out a small squeekymoan at the tightness and warmth, but still tried to squirm himself free.
Sefra ignored all of Kraz's squirms and held him tight as he gulped more and more of the moogle down. Getting his chest in and starting on his stomach Sefra brought one of his paws down to the moogle's rear to lift him up. Kraz couldn't help but let out a small moan at the grab, and then another as he felt one, then two, then three of Sefra's fingers pushing into his cum filled rear. Kraz moaned out and gave a few jerks forward, his cock throbbing as he was teased by Sefra's digits. After another big swallow and then push with those digits he let out a kupo moan as he came, ropes of hot moogle cum splashing against his chest, and then Sefra's muzzle as he finally got his release.
Mming and grinning Sefra swallowed down the limp moogle more quickly now. Kraz's chest, then waist, then legs vanished down Sefra's muzzle as he was gulped down. Finally Sefra moved his paws up to Kraz's feet paws and slowly pushed them in, getting a wiggle from Kraz as they where taken in and licked over. Sefra gives one last large gulp, sending Kraz fully down into his stomach, forcing him to curl up inside. Kraz gives a few wiggles and squirms, pushing out at the walls, but with the lack of air and from having just orgasmed he soon drifts off to sleep inside the gurgling stomach. Sefra mms and licks his lips one last time, letting out a wet burp as he rubs over his churning stomach, settling back to rest after enjoying his moogle present and cake. | Birthday fun by Kraz | [
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This story is another repost. Sorry for any annoyance or confusion.
This story contains sexual acts between anthropomorphized male animals. If you're not legal or not into it, don't read it.
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Joshua knew that something was up the moment he stepped into the apartment. Well, that was kind of inaccurate. He suspected that something was wrong when he unlocked the door, and found it difficult to push open. It felt as if there was something stuck behind the door, barricading him out.
When he stepped inside and saw half of his roommate's possessions lying all over the kitchen floor, then he actually knew that something was wrong.
The cougar paused just inside the door for a moment, his wide eyes taking in the scattered bits of clothing and paper extending from his roommate's door. He remained there for a few moments, until he heard a slight thump coming from deeper within the apartment. Joshua let out a long, exasperated sigh, rubbing his forehead hard. He stepped forward, carefully placed his keys on the table, and called out, "Ian? You home?"
There was a bang from the dirty room, followed by a long line of muffled curses. Joshua waited patiently, taking off his backpack and putting a pot of water on to boil. As he began pulling out a pair of mugs from their cupboard, he heard claws tapping on linoleum.
Joshua turned around, opening his mouth to speak, but as he caught sight of the arctic fox, his jaw seemed to unhinge, and he fumbled with the mugs as they almost fell from his paws.
Ian's normally neat and pristine fur was matted down and covered in knots. At one spot by his knee, Joshua could see a pencil caught in the twisted white fur. His green eyes, normally vibrant and highlighted by his pale fur, were blood shot. As he watched the fox, they darted about the room, in a way quite opposite from his normal placidness. His long, fluffy white tail was tense, and it twitched erratically.
"What?" the fox finally demanded, his breath heavy as he glared up at the cougar.
Joshua paused, still eying the fox carefully as he hugged the mugs to his chest. Then, he began stuttering, "Um, uh... are you feeling alright?"
"Wonderful," Ian snapped, tilting his head to the side. "Why?"
"No reason," Joshua muttered, finally getting his cool back. He casually placed the mugs on the table, and, as he grabbed a few teabags, continued. "It's just that the contents of your room seem to be strewn across the kitchen floor."
Ian started, then glanced down at the small pile of crumpled notes and used socks he was standing on.
"Ah," the fox nodded, returning his gaze to Joshua. "Right. I'll clean that up later."
"Course you will." He plopped the bags into the mugs, and began pouring the now-boiling water over them. He paused for a moment to breathe in the scent of the tea (English Breakfast for him, decaf for Ian), before saying, "You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah," Ian said, waving his paw at Joshua distractedly. "There's just this one thing..."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Well..."
Joshua glanced over at Ian, raising his eyebrows. "Well what?"
Ian remained there panting for a moment, as though considering what he was about to say. Then, he threw his head back, and in a howl of absolute agony, screamed, "I CAN'T FIND THE BASIS OF THIS FUCKING VECTOR SPACE!"
Joshua's eyes widened again as he stared at the small fox, who had proceeded to collapse onto the floor in a blubbering mess. Had he just said... vector space? There was no way Ian, so calm and relaxed, could get so bent out of shape because of a bloody math problem, was there? That was crazy...
"...and I tried to use the nullspace but it came out inconsistent and then I row-reduced it using constants x, y, and z, but it got all screwy, so I tried finding the basis of the fucking column space but its dimension was equal to n which doesn't work because its rank is only supposed to be two and I tried looking at my notes and it isn't working!"
Joshua continued staring as he realised that Ian had been speaking that entire time. He blinked a few times, wondering whether he should have been paying attention. Of course, the liberal arts major never really understood anything that came out of Ian's mouth when he spoke of math. The two of them got along fine enough, but conversations they had about each other's programs were rarely fulfilling.
Figuring that he ought to say something, Joshua cleared his throat, still eying his smaller companion. "So... you're saying that you're freaking out... and you've spread your stuff across half of the dorm... because you can't get a math question right?"
"Yes, it's horrible!"
"It's math; you're not supposed to understand it."
"But I always understand it!" Ian shouted. He sputtered for a few moments, looking around the apartment, as though he would find inspiration there.
Joshua regarded his dormmate with a mixture of amusement and pity as he sipped delicately at his tea. The little guy was almost in tears, now, working himself up into a frenzy. The cougar remembered his first year of university, and how obsessed he'd been with understanding each basic concept. Of course, he'd never been quite as obsessed as Ian, but still.
"Ian?" the cougar finally said, interrupting the fox's rantings. "Sit down."
Looking surprised at having been interrupted, Ian complied without hesitation. He glanced down, and was surprised to find a rather large mug of decaf tea sitting on the table in front of him.
"Drink up," Joshua ordered, nodding towards the mug. As the fox picked up his tea, Joshua leaned back in his chair and began tapping his fingers together. "You know how I spent my first year majoring in psych, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Alright, I'm going to be the psychologist now, and you're going to answer all of my questions, got it?"
Ian sighed, giving a hesitant nod as he took another sip.
"Good. So, has anything beyond the math been troubling you lately?"
"Not really. Things are going good; my marks are high, I should be holding onto my scholarships if I keep this up, and-"
"Stop," the cougar ordered, and Ian looked up in surprise. "No more of this academic bullcrap. Have you been feeling stressed out at all? For reasons other than school?"
"I don't think so. I mean, I have had this weird feeling, almost like I'm itching all the time but I don't know where to scratch. But that's normal, right?"
"Maybe. How have things been going in your love life lately?" Joshua asked, letting his mind wander. "Have you been having trouble with your girlfriend... boyfriend...?"
"No," the fox scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm single."
A flag went up in Joshua's mind, but he tried to keep calm as he asked his next question. "So, no relationships? Do you go out looking for, uh, company that often?"
"Never," Ian shrugged, taking a long drag at his tea. "I've been spending all of my time studying matrices and derivative formulae."
Upon these words, another flag went off in the cougar's head. Feeling slightly horrified at the prospect, he asked, "Alright, Ian, I need you to be honest with me. When was the last time you fucked?"
Ian's eyes widened as he began coughing, having swallowed a bit too much tea. Even as he hacked and wheezed, he turned his eyes up to stare at the cougar in shock. Joshua kept his face passive, waiting for the fox to reclaim himself.
Finally, after a few moments, Ian managed to wheeze out, "What are you talking about?"
"Are you the psychologist here?"
"No, but...?"
"Well then please answer my question and let me do my job."
"Your job? You had one year of psych! It's not like-"
"You're dodging the question!" Joshua interrupted. He moved so that he was looking Ian directly in the eye, and demanded, "When did you last fuck?"
Ian watched him for a few moments, clearly unsure on whether he should answer the question or not. Finally, he said, his voice just above a whisper, "I haven't... fucked... since I was in Montreal."
Joshua's jaw dropped, and he stared in open horror. His paws were shaking on his mug of tea, and he forced himself to put it down on the table. Finally, he managed to gasp out, "You haven't fucked since you came here? It's been three months, man!"
"So? Lots of people go for a while without sex, it's not like-"
"You're not most people!" Joshua replied, shaking his head. "You're a fox, for fuck's sake!"
"So?"
"So a fox cannot go more than a week without some intense love making!"
"Says who?"
"Says everybody who's got an ounce of knowledge in their heads!"
"Don't you find that the least bit racist?"
"I would if it weren't true! Damn, man, no wonder why you can't concentrate. You need to get yourself laid!"
Ian stared at him for a few more seconds, then threw his arms up in the air. "I am not comfortable having this conversation with you. I'm totally fine!"
"You are not fine!" Joshua sighed, shaking his head in annoyance. Finally, he glanced up at the arctic fox, and muttered, "Okay, go get yourself cleaned up. We're getting you laid tonight."
"Excuse me?"
"Come on, look at yourself! You're a tight little package of white sexiness. Odds are we can hook you up with five people in the first hour if we really try. Besides, you know you want it."
Ian stared at the older fur in disgust for a few moments, his mouth working but no words coming out. Finally, he settled on, "I'm going back into my room. I don't need help with... with that. I'm going to do my math, and pretend we never had this conversation. Good night."
Joshua leaned back in his chair and heaved a sigh. He rolled his eyes once, and then said, his voice sounding bored, "Ian?"
"What?" Ian snapped, spinning around to glare... and then stare at the cougar.
Somehow, within the past couple moments, Joshua had managed to unbutton and unzip his pants, and tug them down so that his plum, tawny sheath was visible. The fleshy tube itself was a few inches long already without the actual cock showing any. A pair of perfectly proportional orbs sat just below the sheath, hanging loosely over the waistband of the cougar's red briefs. Ian's green eyes were instantly drawn down to the substantial package, horrified fascination dominating his face.
Joshua watched Ian for a few moments, giving him a bit of time to take in the sight. Then, he made a slight gesture with his hand, and ordered, "Suck it."
Ian didn't move. He didn't come up with a snappy reply, he didn't turn away in disgust; he didn't even breathe. Joshua shrugged, leaning back in his chair slightly to further expose his package. He could understand the fox's surprise. It wasn't often that your roommate ordered you to suck him off. The cougar picked his mug of tea back up, and raised it to his lips. Ian would probably need a few seconds to understand what he'd been asked, then a few more to get comfortable with the idea, then-
Scalding liquid poured into Joshua's mouth, the cougar's eyes shooting open as he bent forward suddenly. As soon as he managed to gulp down the burning tea, he sucked in a deep gasp of air, and glanced down.
A white head, topped with small triangular ears, was buried in his lap, its tongue already pulling Joshua's balls into its mouth. Joshua's free paw shot down, grasping desperately at the fur on the back of the fox's neck. He sucked in deep breaths, his other paw spilling tea as it replaced the mug on the table. Then, that paw went down as well, grabbing on tight to Ian's headfur.
"Damn," he stuttered, panting. "D-damn..."
The fox in his lap was giving his balls more attention than they'd had in their entire life. One moment, his tongue was hefting the skin up, so that the two globes dropped down on either side. Then, he would begin lapping at them as if he were a feral drinking up water. His tongue slapped up against their undersides again and again, quickly coating them in the arctic fox's ample supply of saliva.
Joshua was dimly aware of Ian reaching forward to wrap his arms around the back of the chair, giving him a better grip. Then, the cougar's torso arched, throwing his head back as one of his balls was pulled into Ian's mouth. Joshua mewled, caught somewhere on the brink of pleasure and pain as the fox's muzzle sucked hard at the orb. An intense heat was spreading throughout his crotch, making the cougar feel blind.
It had been so fast. One moment, nothing, and the next, the fox was sucking on his balls like they were the only water he'd drunk in weeks. By the time the fox switched over to the other half of his scrotum, Joshua's feline cock had already left its sheath, and was standing proudly at its eight-inch length.
Joshua hesitated for a moment, not sure whether he should be trying to speak with the fox right now. However, eventually, his paw shaking, he managed to reach down and tap Ian softly on the shoulder.
Ian's eyes glanced up, and he tilted his head back slightly to look at Joshua. The cougar stared at him for a moment, barely suppressing a moan. The fox was still sucking on his balls as he watched him; the skin of his sac was blocking Joshua's view of the bottom of half of Ian's muzzle. He looked so content there, a pair of balls in his mouth, that Joshua barely managed to muster up the heart to speak.
"Uh, this is great," he gasped, giving a meaningful nod downwards. "But, uh, my, uh, other friend here would like some attention at some point."
Even around the ball in his mouth, Ian's muzzle curled into a grin. He opened his mouth, letting the sac drop back down, and licked his lips.
"I think I might be able to help your other friend out," the fox purred, and his tongue snaked out, moving close to that spiny length between the cougar's legs.
"Wait!"
Ian looked up, and this time Joshua actually did moan. He just looked so adorable and sexy there, glancing up at him, his eyes pleading with him to let Ian start sucking on him.
"I wanna see as much of that sexy fur of yours as I can while I'm riding your face," the cougar finally managed to say.
A wide grin crossed Ian's muzzle, and he quickly began fighting with his black T-shirt. After a few moments, he managed to pull it off of himself, revealing a tight and toned thin chest. The arctic fox wasn't a package of muscles; no, definitely not. He had just enough chords in the right places to make him wiry, but not frail.
"That enough?" Ian asked.
"It'll do," Joshua nodded, "for now-fuck!"
Joshua sucked in his breath sharply as the fox fell on his cock with a vengeance, not wasting any time on licking. He took the entire length into his muzzle, using his tongue to wrap around the base.
The cougar briefly considered how Ian had managed to take him in so quickly, what with the spines and all. However, his attention was quickly drawn away from that question as the fox began actually sucking. The warmth around the feline shaft suddenly became much tighter, as Ian's muzzle pulled on it, trying to get it deeper into his throat.
After several long moments of this, Ian pulled back, his tongue dragging along the underside of the cock the entire way. Joshua shuddered the entire time, and it took all of his self-control to not reach down and hump himself into the fox again.
As Ian's muzzle finally pulled free of the cock, he gasped in breath, panting heavily. Even as he was catching his breath, though, he leaned forward, rubbing the fur of his muzzle over the length.
Joshua, through his own panting, could feel a rumbling building in his throat. He purred unashamedly as that incredibly soft fur teased his arousal, making him squirm back and forth in his chair.
Ian, knowing the torture he was putting his larger roommate through, grinned. Now that he seemed to have gotten himself back under control, he wanted a bit of revenge on Joshua for provoking him. He kept rubbing the side of muzzle against the shaft, masturbating it lightly with his face.
He pulled back at one point, opening his muzzle. He pulled it across, so that for a moment, that sensitive, barbed cock was hanging between his lips, not quite touching anything. Then, he released a hard puff of breath, and kept moving his muzzle over to rub on the other side.
Above him, Joshua groaned. "Asshole."
"It's your own fault," the arctic fox replied, rubbing on the underbelly of the cock now with his nose. He stabbed his muzzle forward slightly, burying his wet black nose in Joshua's crotch again. He sucked in a deep breath, and caught the heavy scent of arousal that hung about the cougar.
"Ian..." Joshua moaned. The fox glanced up questioningly, and Joshua hesitated for a moment. "Nevermind."
Ian snickered softly, his hot breath falling across the hot shaft before his muzzle. "Were you going to ask if you could fuck me?"
"Depends," Joshua replied, trying to get his cool back. He stuttered slightly, the hot puffs from the fox making his cock pulse in need. "If I asked, what would you say?"
The fox pulled his face away from the cock, standing up slowly and dragging his muzzle up along Joshua's torso. His nose caught under the jaguar's shirt, and pulled it up partially as he went. He extended his tongue, and dragged a single, long lick up Joshua's chest.
He pulled his muzzle back, letting the shirt fall back down, and wrapped his arms around the jaguar. He lifted himself up, and straddled the still sitting Joshua, and brought his muzzle forward to whisper in his ear.
"I'd invite you into my room," Ian finally answered. "However, I think we'll have to use yours, seeing as mine is somewhat... messy."
"Might as well spread the mess around," Joshua agreed, putting his own arms behind the fox's bare back. He lifted him up easily, still in that straddling position, and stood up. The cougar, easily a head taller than Ian, didn't even flinch under the fox's weight. His member, still rock hard, was pressed up under the fabric of Ian's green cargo pants, leaving long trails of pre along the underside.
Joshua turned, and walked to the door to his own room. He was grateful that he hadn't fully closed the door that morning, so that he could just push it open as he stepped through.
The lights were off, and the blinds slightly pulled. They let in the small bit of red light that was left in the day, giving a slight rosy glow to Ian's fur as he laid him down on the bed.
The two released each other, and then quickly fumbled with their clothing. Joshua tugged his hoody over his head, tossing to the floor, and pulled down his already undone pants. This left his cock in plain view, easy for all to see as it stood proudly out from its sheath.
Ian was just finishing up with kicking off his pants and black underwear, his tail curling out on the bed beneath his crotch. Joshua could only stare with a watering mouth as the fox's member bounced about with the action, free from its white sheath. The foxhood was average size, and of a pink colour that stood out starkly against Ian's fur.
Finally, the pants fell free of Ian's legs, leaving him completely nude. As he finished this struggle he panted a few times, then glanced up at Joshua. Their eyes caught each other's for a few moments, both waiting for the other to make the first move.
Then, slowly, languidly, Ian stretched his legs out, and straightened his tail so that it drooped over the edge of the bed. Joshua watched that long white line, staring as it led his eyes up and back to Ian's cheeks.
The tail gave two slight twitches upwards, almost beckoning to Joshua. The cougar glanced up at Ian, and the fox nodded.
Joshua knelt down on the bed, and grabbed Ian's legs. He lifted both of them carefully up, and hung them over his shoulders. On reflex, Ian flexed his back muscles, lifting his lower sections up and presenting himself to the large cougar.
Joshua stared down at the fox's two plump cheeks for a few moments, breathing deeply in and out. He reached forward tentatively, and gave one of the globes a slight stroke. He grinned as he felt Ian shuddering beneath his touch.
He placed his other hand on the opposite cheek, and then, slowly, he pried them apart as gently as possible.
A groan came up from Ian as the fox's tailhole was revealed. Its puckered entrance was nestled in the white fur cover Ian's ass, making the small hole stand out all the more.
Joshua stared several moments more, trying to catch his breath. He breathed in and out several times, then gasped, "Ian?"
"Yes?"
"Can you reach my bedside table from where you are?"
"Yep."
"Top drawer, there's a bottle of lube. Could you grab it for me?"
The fox reached over and pulled said drawer open. He fumbled about for a few moments, his ass still up in the air and being pried apart by the cougar's strong paws, and then withdrew a small tube.
"This thing's almost empty," he muttered, eying the bottle of lube. "How often do you do this?"
Joshua accepted it, and began quickly applying the cool liquid to his own cock. "You know how you always here those bumps coming from my room, and I just tell you that it's me stubbing my toe on the bed?"
"Yeahh."
"Yeah," the cougar nodded. "Alright, this is going to be cold in a second."
He squirted a bit of lube into the fox's tight hole, and grinned as he felt all of Ian's muscles tensing. He carefully reattached the cap, and tossed it onto the bedside table.
"Alright, then," he whispered, eying the pucker before him. "Where were we? Ah!" He lined his cock up, and touched its tip to Ian's entrance. The fox gasped, tensing one again at the contact. Joshua grinned, and said, "That's right. Let's begin."
Ian's eyes widened, his breath escaping his lung, and his body arched as the cougar pushed in. For the first inch or so of the length, he remained like that, totally surprised by the sudden invasion. As it continued, though, he grunted, and writhed a bit in the large cat's strong grip. Joshua, however, held on tight, and kept pushing in. He knew that if he didn't manage to get it all in now, the fox might try to back out.
But damn! Was that fox tight! He could definitely feel the three months worth of inactivity in this tailhole; he didn't know if he'd ever fucked another fox who was so tight. The burning anal passage gripped him tightly, making him painfully aware of every detail of his member. It was odd, in a way, having such a keen awareness of his cock.
Finally, Joshua felt his hips touch against Ian's cheeks, and the two paused, panting for several moments.
After a few seconds, Ian whispered, "Joshua?"
"Yes?"
"Are you gonna keep going, or just stand around until you're limp again?"
The cougar managed to gasp out an out of breath laugh, and called out, "Fine, fine. Here we go."
With that, he pulled back. He felt Ian's insides gripping him, trying to keep him in, but he managed to fight against the tight tailhole until he was three quarters out. Then, he shoved back in, and with a slight smack, they connected again.
Soon, they were moving at a good rate, Ian getting pounded back into the mattress with ever one of Joshua's thrusts. After the first few, Ian's eyes closed, and a look of pained ecstasy came to his face. His expression seemed to change with the thrusts, from wincing, to sighing, to panting, to pleading. His own cock was bouncing up and down, letting out tiny jets of precum as the cougar pounded him.
Joshua himself wasn't exactly dry. He could feel his own cock shooting off occasional spasms of the warm liquid, priming Ian's tailhole for what was to come. The cougar's breathing was haggard as he shoved in repeatedly, each time pushing harder and harder to get another millimetre in. He could feel the barbs rubbing against Ian's insides, giving him extra traction with his thrusts.
Joshua glanced down suddenly, surprised by an odd noise that Ian was making. They were heavy, breathy sounds, coming from deep in his throat. It almost sounded like a series of short, cut off growls that he let out in time with Joshua's thrusts.
It took a few moments for Joshua to realize it, and then a slight chuckle managed to escape his lips. The fox was yiffing. He was actually yiffing from the pleasure. Damn, that fox must have been really desperate!
By this point, Ian had begun pushing back at Joshua's thrusts, aiding the cougar in his quest for deeper penetration. They had their rhythm down, spikes of pleasure building inside of each of them at the ending of each thrust. Joshua was growling deep in his throat, the act of claiming bringing forth some of his more primal instincts.
All too soon, though, their pounding became erratic. They each felt the other slowing down, going for deeper and harder thrusts instead of the fast, manic ones they'd been using before. Joshua was biting his lip, puffing air through his nose. Ian had tilted his head back, and a long, high moan was coming forth from within him, punctuated by his yips. It was all either of them could do to keep from screaming.
Suddenly, Joshua lunged in one more time, very hard this time, and threw his head back in a roar. The pleasure in his cock built to a peak, and flooded forth, exploding into Ian's tailhole. His hips kept making reflexive jerking motions, pushing himself further and planting that seed deeper.
Ian's eyes shot wide open again as the cougar's burning essence filled him up. That heat, the pressure on his prostate, the throbbing in his flapping cock, it was all too much. He yelped, almost in pain, as he climaxed. His body arched back with the release, tightening his tailhole's grip on the cock as it did so. His cock spurted, and burnging white cum flew from its tip, launching up into the air. The first jet splashed across Joshua's belly fur, hanging there from the tawny strands. The next one went up into the air, and came down again to slather Ian's chest and stomach.
He must have been coming, without stop, for twenty seconds. It was amazing. Rope after rope of the sticky fluid appeared all over him and the cougar's fur, plastering it down to their bodies.
Eventually, though, both of them collapsed, exhausted from their climaxes. Ian's body relaxed, and he drooped back, even as Joshua hunched forward, his chest heaving. They remained as they were for a moment, Ian's legs still draped over Joshua's shoulder, the cougar almost leaning on the fox for support to stay up.
Joshua and Ian slowly manoeuvred themselves, turning slightly, so that both of them were laying on their sides, with the cougar's member still stuck in Ian's ass. They lay panting, staring at each other with the same dumb grin on their faces.
"Wait..." Ian breathed suddenly, and Joshua shuddered as he felt his anal passage tense up around the feline cock.
"What?"
"I'm supposed to be looking for the basis of the row space..."
"...What!?"
Suddenly, Ian pulled himself off of Joshua's length, wincing slightly as it slid out. Then, he began grabbing his scattered bits of clothing and tossing them on hurriedly.
Joshua sat himself up as best he could, propping his body up with his elbow. He stared at the retreating fox, watching him limp along while trying to pull on a pair of underwear. Cum was still dribbling out of his hole and falling over the tight black briefs.
"You were thinking about math that entire time?" the cougar demanded.
"Can't talk now," Ian called, and then slammed the door to his room.
Joshua lay back down, staring up at the ceiling. He could dimly hear Ian fumbling around throughout his room for a few moments, before the scratching of a pencil on paper filled the air.
"Fucking geek," the cougar muttered, reaching down to rub the arctic fox's still-warm cum into his fur. Oh well. He would just have to convince Ian to take a study break later. | Mathematic Inspiration by TrianglePascal | [
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*It's been a long time since I submitted anything and I really didn't know where this was going for the longest time. No sex this time, sorry. Enjoy anyway.*
Marty's heavenly blue eyes stared into mine. I had seen that look before when he was about to do something new and exciting, like getting on the scariest rollercoaster at an amusement park.
His head slowly came closer and I could see every detail of his perfect face. The dark lashes, the sweep of his arched brow, the way an unruly lock of hair dared to mar his perfect forehead. I saw it all in incredible detail as I held my breath waiting for the inevitable.
I allowed my eyes to close and the light in front of my lids darkened as Marty leaned his face over me. He paused just a breath away. It was all I could do to hold still. I felt his warm breath on my already over-heated skin.
Finally, the tip of his nose lightly touched my cheek as his lips came into contact with the corner of my mouth. The most gentle pressure and he was gone.
I still had my eyes closed when I felt the movement on the edge of the bed. "Jeez, woman! Are you going to stay in bed all day? I'm starving." His voice was full of humor. My eyes snapped open to see that he was already at the bathroom door and he glanced over his shoulder with a grin, "I'm gonna have a shower." The door closed with a snap. I heard his muffled chuckle.
I pressed my palms over my eyelids. Oh, my heart can't take this! I pressed so hard I started to see lights flash. I exhaled with a groan and sat up.
Every teenage thought and insecurity flew through my head. What did that kiss mean? Could he really love me? Did I screw up somehow? Will he ask me to prom? An involuntary giggle escaped me and I pressed my fingers to my lips, afraid he'd heard me. I could hear the water from the shower and a picture of him wet and naked flashed through my brain. I shook my head trying to think straight.
"Make breakfast." I told myself. I grabbed an old cotton robe from the back of my closet and headed for the kitchen. I didn't have much food in my fridge but I could at least make a decent omelet.
I was lost in thought as I cooked. I moved the pan off the fire about to reach over to get a couple of plates when his warm hands encircled my waist. I gasped and flinched in surprise. "Did I scare you?" he breathed in my hair.
I could feel the heat from his body as he pressed into me. "I forgot you were here." I tried to sound casual but my voice trembled slightly. I felt the rumble of his chuckle on my back.
He pressed his cheek into the side of my neck and inhaled. "You smell good."
God help me, it felt so good to have his strong arms wrapped around me. "It's the eggs. I dabbed a little behind each ear." Why did my voice sound foreign to me? I almost forgot how to move my lips naturally.
I felt his cheek tighten with his smile. "Naw. It's definitely you." His breath brushed my collar bone and I tried to suppress a shiver. "You smell like sun and rain. . and summer." He inhaled again. "And...lemons?"
"Fabric softener." I croaked. "Aren't you hungry? The eggs are getting cold." My hands reached for the plates again.
It happened so quickly, I never would figure out how I didn't fall over. He spun me around, his left hand at the small of my back, pressing me to him. His right hand held the side of my neck. "I want a proper morning kiss."
His lips were on mine. Soft and insistent. A small whimper escaped me and my lips parted slightly. My arms didn't know what to do, they hung lifeless at my sides. He pulled back but didn't move away.
My eyes fluttered open, confusion etched deeply in them. He took my wrists and placed my hands on his bare shoulders, then he opened my robe and his right hand moved inside my robe and under the back of my shirt. My skin tingled and burned where his hand touched me. His left hand snaked under my arm to hold the back of my neck.
I've always read that eyes could smolder with desire but never could imagine what that meant. Now I knew. Marty's eyes smoldered with desire. They were dark and intense and I couldn't look away. I could only stare back in wonder.
His lips were on mine again, more insistent than before. He parted his lips but didn't deepen the kiss, just molded his mouth to mine, playing with each lip in turn.
I don't know how long it took but I suddenly realized that my hands were in his hair, holding his head, running over his neck and shoulders, his face. His own hands were not still. The hand at my back ranged over my shoulder blades down to my hip, caressed my ribs and slid under the waistband of my pajamas. His other hand was in my hair, on my face, neck and shoulder.
Slowly, I pulled away and placed my heated forehead against his chest. I tried to slow my breathing and pounding heartbeat. His hands rubbed my back and I could hear his ragged breathing start to go back to normal.
"Wow." I sighed shakily into his chest.
"Yeah." His voice didn't sound too steady either. My face flushed with happiness, that I could make him feel that way.
His chin rested on the top of my head. "What have I been missing?" He whispered. He gently tilted my chin up with one finger so that I could look into his eyes. "Well?" He was smiling warmly, his face still slightly flushed.
I swallowed audibly. "Well, what?" I was having a hard time stringing coherent thoughts together. "I... well, uh...what?" I noticed then that he didn't have a shirt on and the clean smell of him was making it even harder for me to think, let alone that incredible kiss that had scrambled my brain. As I slowly came to my senses, I was embarrassed that one of my hands was pressed to his heart, while the other had slid into the waste band of his jeans. "Well, I guess we should eat."
He let me go.
I had a hard time keeping up my side of the conversation as we ate breakfast. My head was spinning as I picked at my half of the omelet.
"Hm?" I said with a blink? I think he had asked me something.
"Well, what do you think?" He said again. "Hello! Where did you go?" He was laughing at me.
I tried to remember what he had been saying a moment before. "Oh, sorry. Um... What were you . .?"
"The park? I said we should take a walk in the park today." He reminded me.
"Right." I finally remembered. "The new gardens. We should do that . . But it's still raining." I pointed out.
"Ah, come on." He encouraged. "You love the rain. Get dressed, I need some fresh air." He hopped up and went to get dressed himself.
He was right. I did love the rain. I loved the smell of the wet soil and the sounds. Especially the sounds. The thud it made when it came down in thick, sparse fat drops. The whooshing noise when the wind blew it hard against the windows and the shushing sound it made when it was a light even spray. I wished I could paint the sound of rain.
We were soon trudging over the damp sidewalk on our way to the park. I had on a rain slicker and waterproof boots. I was well prepared. But Marty hadn't brought anything but what he'd had on last night. The coat was dry enough but his shoes would be soaked before long. I loaned him one of my ratty baseball caps to keep most of the rain off his head.
It was only drizzling when we reached the new gardens. The soil was dark and damp, the plants gleamed with the wetness and it all smelled so clean and fresh.
I inhaled deeply as we walked through the rough stone path, "It smells so good." I sighed.
"You should do a series of paintings inspired by the gardens," Marty suggested. "Like the ones you did about the Griffith Observatory. I really loved those."
It warmed me inside to know that Marty enjoyed my work. I used to think he was just humoring me about liking them but over the years he's talked me up to some pretty important clients and sent a few customers my way. I owed him for that.
"You know, you still haven't picked out a piece for yourself," I reminded him. "You were supposed to pick one from the Coastal series to go in your apartment. Unless, you want something else now."
He squeezed my arm, "I've changed my mind, about which one I want." He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. "I want one that you haven't shown me . . Yet."
I looked at him confused. "What do you mean, yet?"
He spun me to him and wrapped his arms around me. "I want that self-portrait you did a couple of years ago, that you refused to show me." He grinned.
I pushed away slightly, "Ugh! Not that one." I turned my face from him, embarrassed. I knew I should never have told him about that experiment. I have always been intrigued by the self-portraits of artists like Van Gogh and Frida Khalo. I like how they stared out of the canvas as though they were challenging the viewer.
He squeezed me closer, "Please, at least let me see it." He cajoled. He nuzzled my cheek with his cold nose. "I promise to pick something else, if you insist, but at least let me look." He turned on his most devastating smile and I was lost.
"I . . uh. . Guess we could at least take a look..." I murmured.
Before I knew what was happening I was unlocking my studio and letting him in to view the painting. "I don't even, think it's here. I mean, it's probably in storage." I stalled as I lit up the large studio space.
Canvases were everywhere. I often work in a series of paintings, with an occasional commission thrown in. I had a large commission for a Beverly Hills hotel in the works. I was on the tail end of the project but it wasn't due for another month and I had to admit I was stalling to finish it.
Marty stood looking at it, his head tilted to the side and shrugged off his wet coat. He didn't say anything, letting me take his coat and hat from him. I hung everything on a couple of barstools I often used.
"Well?" I asked quietly.
"Don't get mad." He started, squinting at the large canvas.
"Oh, oh." I said. "You hate it."
"No. No really." He didn't move. "It's just... You're so much better than this." He shrugged.
"What do you mean?" I was instantly defensive even though it was sort of a compliment. "I thought it was coming out pretty good. I mean it's not finished!"
"Hey," He smiled at me to calm me down. "I just mean ... it's sort of commercial, don't you think? I like you're personal stuff better." He shrugged. "That series you did of that old building, down by Chinatown. Now that stuff was excellent." He was using his hands now, describing the separate paintings. "The way you captured the way the light danced on the architectural elements and the subtle shadows that were created. I was sorry that I didn't get to buy the whole thing . . I really wanted the one***" He trailed off looking at my smiling face. "What?" He blinked.
I sighed happily, "You amaze me. You remembered that? I sold that over 8 years ago." I shook my head in wonder. I had almost forgotten I had even done it. I sold the whole 10 painting series to an architect in Malibu.
"I remember all your work that I've seen." He smiled widely. "I happen to think you're a genius. Haven't I ever told you that?"
I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess you have. I don't know why but...I just never really thought***" I turned slightly. This was dumb, I started to tear up.
"Hey, what's up with that?" He moved to me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling my face to his chest. I fit perfectly to him. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I thought you knew how much I admired you." He lifted my face with one finger. "And not just you're artistic skills."
He stroked back my damp hair and kissed an errant tear from my cheek. "Haven't I made it clear that I think you, my lovely Lily, are an incredible woman. Strong, soft, funny, intelligent, beautiful . . And . ." He pressed his forehead to mine. "Did I mention, sexy as hell."
I leaned back from him enough to look into his eyes. Our eyes locked, heat began to crawl up my neck and down my belly. Marty's breath deepened, his hands cupped my face holding me in place while his face moved to mine. | Friends or Lovers Ch. 02 | [
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ey really were pricks. Loved, admired, and friendly pricks."
"Mark showed up to one dance with a model who was, at that time, the number one model on earth. He was eighteen and she was probably in her early twenties. Every cock in the place was rock hard and the women, myself included, felt so insecure. She was, and still is, adorable and oh so sexy. The teachers were in awe. No one could even compete with the women he had in his life," Suzie stated as Diane walked over and kissed Mark tenderly.
Dorothy looked and burst out laughing. "Suzie, make that had, a has. Did you see who that was that just kissed Mark?"
Suzie spun around and saw him with his arm around Diane. She started to mumble something and Cherry burst out laughing.
"Honey, get used to it. Nothing has changed. I know nothing ever will. My man is always in demand. Diane is a very close friend." Cherry called them over and introduced Diane to the women. She made instant friends.
People were waking up and moving around. Gary was sitting talking to Big Kenny and John Rich. Mark joined them and had a blast listening to them. They are quite insane.
"I love this place Gary," John told him. "It is beautiful."
"Hey, your place isn't too shabby," Mark, grinned. "I know we'd love to see it someday. I've seen it on TV several times. Carmen says TV doesn't do it justice."
"Have you ever met Barbara Mandrell?" Big Kenny asked.
"She built it and if you think she is fabulous, you must see this house. You're going to be in Nashville a lot. You guys are more than welcomed to stay anytime you want," John said.
Mark explained that they had purchased a property for the staff. When he told them of the situation, they both knew the previous owners very well.
"Well hell man, you're just down the road from me," John said. "I expect I'll see a lot of you guys then."
"Just introduce us to one of your friends," Gary laughed. "Just don't let Cherry know about it."
"Who do you want to meet?"
"I'd love to meet Sean Hannity," Mark said. "We think alike on so many issues."
"Consider it done. He really is a nice guy. What's the deal about not letting Cherry know?" John laughed.
"We don't talk politics around her," Gary said. "Everything else is fine but that."
"I gotcha, not a problem." They went and got more to eat. Linda had outdone herself.
"Gary, I have a question for you?" Donald said as they walked out of the house. "Who is your decorator? Whoever it is I want to meet him."
Gary smiled and looked out on the patio. "Hold that thought a moment. Coffee and pastries are over there. I'll be right back."
He walked over and pulled Red to her feet. He gave her a kiss and said good morning.
"I want one too, please daddy, can I have one too?" Nancy smirked as she jumped up and hugged him tight.
"If you insist," he giggled as he bent and kissed her deliciously. "Come with me ladies, I have someone who wants to meet you. Did you get coffee yet?" He poured three coffees and walked them over to Donald Trump. Red squeezed his hand tight as he made the introductions. He left them talking as he made his way around the patio.
Sir Richard Branson walked out with Ainsley on his arm. "Gary, I'm in love with this woman. She is delightful."
Gary looked at Ainsley and saw the twinkle in her eye. He knew that look and he laughed, "She is life altering Richard, she definitely is." Gary kissed her good morning and sauntered off.
Cherry was sitting with Beyoncé and Rihanna by the pool. Gary walked up and introduced to her. "I can't thank you enough for last night. I had no idea any of that was going to happen. You are simply amazing. I honestly don't think I have ever seen this much talent in someone as young as you are. I can't wait to see what you'll be like in ten years."
"Thank you Gary. I can tell you this, what you are doing is mind-blowing. I know there will be many stars coming out of your clubs. This is exactly what this industry needed. I remember before I made it, I'd hear so and so would be in to see me and I was so nervous, I never gave the performance I was capable of. This takes that away and I love it."
"I'll second that," a lovely little blonde said as she sat with them.
Beyoncé smiled, "Gary darling, let me introduce you to the one and only Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta AKA Lady Gaga. God girl, you look like you had a good time last night."
She stood up and walked to Gary. "I know we have just met but I have to do this." She threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss. "First, you have a fabulous idea and I'm 100% behind it. Second, you have the sexiest people around you. Third, that was just an appetizer. If what I heard last night is accurate, I think I want to get to know you a hell of a lot better."
Cherry looked at Beyoncé and then to Gary. Her eyes were sparkling as she choked on her coffee. "I don't know what you heard Stef but I am sure it was an understatement." Both she and Beyoncé cracked right up.
"What I heard darling wasn't just about him. Your old man and I have some serious talking to do too. Some of it is business and some isn't, if you get my drift."
Gary put his arm around her and kissed her again. "Wow, I never thought I'd kiss Lady Gaga. I could get used to that."
"That is what I wanted to hear. Now I guess I need to get three permission slips and then, mister, look out!"
"Honey, you don't need a permission slip," Cherry grinned. "None of us do. We can do this fine hunk of man anytime we want."
"All of you?" Rihanna said her eyes wide and gleaming.
"Yes baby, all of them," Beyoncé said.
Cherry shot her a look and a half.
"Honey, after what I did to Jay Z last night," she giggled.
"You didn't."
"Well, actually, I didn't for the first hour. Tammy walked in on them and called her Linda and I've never seen anyone lose a hardon so fast in my life. He was stuttering and stammering. When I walked in, he lost it. He was mortified until Tammy, God I love that girl, welcomed him into the family. That was the most fun I've had in a long time with him."
Cherry cracked up. Gary walked over and kissed Beyoncé deeply and passionately. "I love you girl," he said.
"Well, this just won't stand at all," Rihanna, said as she stood and stretched. "I am not going to be the only woman in this group who hasn't kissed this fine hunk of man this morning.
She seductively walked towards him. He watched this spectacular young woman as she moved with grace and sensuality. "Robin, what was it that Oprah said? Oh yes, you were 'fuck' personified. She certainly was right."
"Oh now I am really amazed. You know my real name. Do you know how much that turns me on?" She walked into his arms and her lithe body molded into his. She threw her arms around his neck and she looked into his eyes. "I may be young but I have heard all the rumors about you and Mark. I plan on finding out if they are true myself." She tilted her head and kissed him with fiery hot lips and a passion begging to be quenched.
"Hold that thought, I have to get ready to do some interviews. I'll be back. Has anyone seen Holly?"
Cherry looked towards the lake and started laughing uncontrollably. "There she is," she giggled as Holly and Toby Keith came walking up to the main house. Holly was wearing Toby's hat and she had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.
Gary looked at Cherry and they both burst out laughing. "How did they manage that? We didn't have any noise complaints," Cherry giggled. Beyonce cracked up at that one.
"Oh I'm not going anywhere," Gary laughed. Jay Z was walking towards them with his arm around Tammy and the other around Linda.
Tammy was laughing and giggling. She saw Gary and she ran into his arms and kissed him. "I love you darling; I really, really love you."
"Jay Z, I'm Gary Edwards. Welcome to the family. I guess you were a little surprised with your wife's twin huh? It is amazing how similar they are."
"Gary, man, you have no idea how similar they actually are."
Not one word was said, not even a smile. They chatted for a while and Gary left with Holly in tow.
The interviews took place at the Center and they took the helicopter over there. The parking lot was full of media trucks and people waiting for tonight's opening.
The interviews went well. When they sat down with Courtney Friel, her beauty mesmerized all three of them. She thanked them for the invite last night and Gary immediately extended it to tonight as well.
"I told your husband last year that he was one of the luckiest men alive and that was before I ever saw you in person," Mark told her. "You are so much lovelier than I imagined. How is the baby?"
"This is fun. Usually, I'm the one doing the interview. The baby is fine and yes, I heard what you said to Carter. In fact, he emailed me right after that and told me what the most eligible bachelor said about me. I was impressed."
"Courtney, I've known these two a very long time. They don't say anything about a woman unless she is truly spectacular. Now I see why they can't quit talking about you," Holly said. "Of course, your husband isn't bad himself."
They had a great interview and told her they would see her tonight.
That wrapped up the interviews and they went into the store. It had been fully restocked. Vicki was already there putting the finishing touches on everything. She saw them and ran into their arms. She was so excited.
Everyone kissed her and asked if she needed anything. She was good now that she had the store restocked. They went and got a coffee. Marv saw them come in and he was smiling.
"We have been swamped all night long. We opened to the public an hour after the clubs closed. We have been insane ever since. Everyone loves the menu. I haven't had a single complaint and the people are drooling over the wait staff clothes. Guys, this is a winner and a half. You have to see my receipts."
They had coffee and talked for a bit. They all went up to Holly's office and looked at the figures. Hank and Lindsay were there and Lindsay was beaming. Holly looked at the numbers and her jaw dropped.
"This is far more than I expected. I know we had all run the numbers many times but holy shit, this is amazing. We took in more money last night than 'The Broad Walk' took in last month. I can't wait to see the numbers for tonight."
"You think you're happy? Look at these," Gary said as he punched in his code and the retail store figures came up on the screen.
"Are you shitting me bro?" Mark asked. "These figures say that damned near everything was sold last night."
"Mark, that is only what went out the door. We have orders for almost as much product that we are shipping to people. I was getting worried I was going to be completely out of stock before we closed," Vicki told him.
"Well, I've never been happier than I am right now. Now, sit down everyone. I have something to tell everyone," Mark said. "We have four new acts performing this week. Last night, Michelle and Lori entered into negotiations on their behalf for recording contracts. They are losing their minds and we are beyond happy. Each one could stand to make millions and millions.
What I haven't told anyone other than Lori and Michelle is this. Whatever I make from these contracts will be substantial. I don't come cheap. Neither do you.
Lindsay and Hank, whatever contracts are obtained in your Clubs, you will be paid three percent of the fee I collect.
Now, just to clarify something, Lindsay is the Center manager.
Lindsay, this is your Center. You will be paid for all contracts obtained in this Center as well. That is in addition to what you made from the Club itself.
Hank, Marv, your Centers have not been built yet. When they are, you will have your own Centers. Until then, you'll do very well right here. So, congratulations everyone, you all made a shitload of money this week."
"Well, I'm fucking blown away. I didn't see that coming," Gary said.
Holly and Lindsay were speechless. Hank shook his hand and then grabbed him into a huge bear hug.
"Gar, we've talked about this for ever. I won't be happy until I can sit each of them down and show them that they are millionaires. I know you feel exactly the same way. I love each one of them. They are family and I take care of my family."
"Well that is the most generous thing I think I've ever seen you do. I mean it," Gary said sincerely.
Lindsay threw herself at Mark and she kissed him so deeply. "Mark, I love you. Thank you so much. You are going to invest my money aren't you?"
"Yes dear, I told you before and I'll say it again, I'll do everything possible to make you wealthy beyond your wildest dreams."
She hugged him and kissed him again.
Holly walked into his arms. "Listen buster, you didn't have to do this. I am going to make something very clear here. I want you all to hear exactly what I am about to say. You, Mark Banner are not my first love, shithead over there is. I love two men and only two men. A third is tugging at my heart and he's a pretty good man too but the two of you have my undying devotion and you will have until the day I die. If there is an afterlife, I want to spend eternity with you two. I mean that." She kissed him deeply and lovingly.
"Ah, I love all of you, you know that. Oh, I forgot to tell you this. If I negotiate a contract for one of my artists and it happens because of their appearance in your Club or Center, you own that. The same thing applies to any subsequent contract I obtain for that artist for life. Sorry, I left out that part. So, go and find me the next Garth Brooks or Rihanna."
He turned and walked out of Holly's office.
"Well I'll be dammed," Gary said.
Linda heard the chopper and she signaled for her people to bring the food out. It was a spectacular day, warm, nice breeze and a ton of good food to be enjoyed. They walked up and Reba grabbed them.
"Gary, I simply love your ladies. They are so pretty and so funny. Rose is a trip. I saw you last night Holly. It is nice to meet the woman who is responsible for all of this. Your girls have had Loretta and me in stitches all morning. Holly, trust me. We vocalists must stick together."
"Oh shit, now I'm embarrassed," Holly blushed.
Narvel walked up behind her and put his strong hands on her shoulders. He leaned over and whispered, "Don't be embarrassed darling, I live with a woman who can turn the word 'is' into a five syllable word. Now think about that for a minute."
That was all it took. Both Gary and Mark fell to their knees in utter and complete hysterics. They were laughing so hard they could barely breathe when Loretta walked by.
"My darlings, I used to simply blame it on really bad songwriters." She giggled and walked to the table.
There they were, sitting on the patio, tears rolling down their faces and they could not stop laughing.
After the lunch, they had a few hours to relax and the reviews of last night had come in. Every single review called it a total success. The new acts were praised, and the stars were glorified.
Beyoncé and Beyoncé were all over the news. That was a real showstopper. Holly's introduction of Toby Keith had gone viral and it was all over the web.
The real star of the night was Cherry. The cameras loved her on the red carpet. She was on the cover of more newspapers and magazines than she even knew existed. The exposure she got on the runway with the fashion show set the fashion world buzzing. Additionally, she was on stage in both clubs. From her dancing to her famous football jersey, she was a hit. The crowd loved her and the stars did too.
Frank saw Mark and walked over. He had the largest grin on his face Mark had ever seen.
"What'cha drinking Frank? Have you ever had one of Gary's World Famous Rum Runners?"
"Sounds good to me. I should kick your ass."
"That good huh?"
"Fuck me bozo, what do you think?"
"I don't have to think, I know. She is amazing, isn't she? We love her with all our hearts. We always have. Honestly, I think we all deserve Oscars for our performances," Mark quipped.
"You had us all fooled. There is no getting around that but now, I can fully understand. I've wanted Jill since I was thirteen. Never, in my wildest dreams did I think she was as good as she actually is."
"Hey pal, Suzie and Dorothy are something else themselves. Gary and I have always wanted to do Suzie. She is a spectacular woman Frank. We all wanted you to have her and we are just glad you do. Did they tell you about Thailand?"
"They said something about us going there next summer. Exactly what does 'certified' mean?"
Mark looked and saw Gary talking to Tom, Suzie, and Dorothy. He called them to the bar as Cherry and Gary's girls walked up. When everyone was assembled, Mark told Gary what Frank had asked. No one said a word. They knew who was going to answer that question.
Rose took a long swig of her Rum Runner, kissed Gary and then Mark. She started to speak when Gary stopped her. He saw Jill and he called her over.
"I let her do this because I know she cums just thinking about it," Gary laughed.
"Okay, it is like this. Before anyone can go to Thailand, they have to be 'certified'. What that means is they are 'certified' as a total and complete slut. You won't be just a regular slut but you will be our slut. There is a huge difference. We don't just fuck anybody. We are highly selective.
Jim, who you met last night, is the 'certification master'. He keeps track of your progress. I can tell you girls, you'll love it. Right now, we have a lot of celebrities here. Once they are gone, the people you have met here will be here to take you through the process."
She took another long pull of her straw and continued. "Each man and woman will fuck your pussy, your mouth, and your ass. Each woman will have you dancing on her tongues. You will lick and suck every pussy around here. We are all going to Thailand so you have to do them all first."
"Ohmigod," Suzie shrieked. "Ohmifuckinggod! Everyone? We get to do everyone. I just came! Oh fuck, when do we start?"
"Frank, Tom, you have to fuck every pussy, every mouth and every ass you see. You also get to suck every cock here too. Its okay guys, we know. Don't worry, everyone here is bi so relax and just have fun." Rose looked at each of them and she kissed them deeply. "Nothing makes this Asian pussy wetter than watching the men I fuck suck cock. Now, there is only one thing that makes it better. That is when you have a hard cock up your ass too. You seemed to like my pussy last night. Once you're 'certified' this pussy will be so much sweeter for you."
Gary looked at Mark and laughed. "That is normally how it works. We are very strict about it too but for the four of you, we are making an exception."
"You can't do that darling," Jill said. "That is not fair."
"Yes sis, it definitely is fair. You drove Frank wild for the better part of his life. Apparently, the three of us did the same thing to Suzie. Now, we have rectified that to a point. We are holding off on their 'certification' until we get to Thailand. Jeremy and his people want to 'certify' them too."
"Ohmigod...What is that old song? Oh yeah, 'You'll Never Walk Alone'. Change that to 'You'll Never Walk Again'!" Wendy snickered.
Jill burst out laughing, "Oh shit. Suzie, Dorothy you are in for a treat. So are you two," she said as her eyes shifted to Tom and Frank. "If you think last night was something, boys are you in for a surprise."
Mark looked over to the pool and he saw Maya and Tila lounging there. He called them over and introduced them. Frank and Tom were shocked to see them. Suzie looked and stammered, "I've seen you two before. Ohmigod, you are the twins in that fabulous porn film we have at home."
She looked at Gary who was laughing wildly. "What's so funny?"
"Honey, didn't you ever get the memo? Do you know what Jeremy does now?"
Suzie looked at Frank rather unkindly. "Not really Gar. Every time I ask him he never gives me a straight answer."
Gary was laughing so hard.
"Darling, Jeremy is now the largest Asian Porn Producer on earth. He's wealthy beyond belief, and he has over two hundred of the wildest porn stars just ready and waiting to 'certify' the four of you. These two were his biggest stars. Maya and Tila are twins and they work for me now. They live here with us now. Now, you add that to the sixty some people we will be taking with us, yeah, walking may be a problem."
"Oh, by the way, some of these celebrities are coming on this trip as well," Debbie, told them. "I'm not going to say who yet but you'll all simply love it."
"How long is this trip?" Tom asked.
"You'll need two full weeks. Figure ten days in Thailand plus travel time Tom."
"Great, tell me when and I'll make sure we have the time off. I wouldn't miss this for the world."
"I will and if you think Gary has sexy pilots, you haven't seen anything yet. Wait till you all get a look at Jeremy's pilots," Mark laughed.
"I can't wait to spend some quality time with them again," Cherry blushed. "I've never met Jeremy in person. I talk to him all the time but I didn't go on the last trip. I can't fucking wait for this trip."
"Cherry, you'll love him. He is just like these two. I've wanted to do him since I was just growing tits but now, after last night, I can't wait either," Suzie said.
"Gary," Maya said, "I know where we could do the 'certification'. We can add a few people to the list but it would be a once in a lifetime mindfuck. I know she'll get right into it."
"Ohmigod, at Jooms of course, holy fuck. If you take them to Jooms, they will never be the same. It could take at least two days," Debbie snickered.
"I like it," Mark snickered. "I like it a lot. Suzie, you have to know it hurt us as much as apparently it did you to treat you the way we did. I hope you can forgive us but I want you to know that you are now, officially part of this crazy family. That means that you are welcome here or in Vegas at my place anytime. I have a lifetime of mistakes to correct."
"As long as Cherry is okay with it, I'm game," Suzie smiled.
"Honey, as long as from time to time you let me join you, I'm all over it," Cherry smiled and kissed her. "After all, I will be screwing the lights out of these two sweet men who keep me safe in the air."
"Darling, they keep us safe even when they don't know who the fuck they are talking to," Jill laughed. "I can't tell you how many times we've spoken and not once did he realize I was the voice behind the controls. Maybe I should learn to burp too."
"Wait one fucking minute. Are you telling me that was you the last time you left here? I was wondering who it was that called me by name and told me they loved me?"
"All I heard was Mark laughing his head off," Tom said. "Now it makes sense."
Jill leaned over, took Franks face in her hands, and kissed him passionately. "I love you Frank. I love you with all my heart. If you ever eat another pickled egg, I'll personally de-nut you darling."
"Okay, that is settled. 'Certification' takes place in Thailand but tonight, we do the 'Sybian Certification' here. There will still be people here so we will convene in my suite later after the party." Gary said as he leaned over and kissed Suzie.
"What's the 'Sybian Certification'?" Dorothy asked.
"Nothing much darling," Cherry grinned. "Just the fucking best orgasms you'll ever have."
"Gary," Tila said. "I don't think we've ever been 'certified' on that."
"I didn't know that. You will be tonight baby."
Everyone was getting ready to go to the Center. Limos were arriving to take them. As this was the official Opening Night, the Red Carpet was out and the paparazzi were in abundance. The TV coverage was intense. The crowds were huge.
The place filled up, the fashion show was a huge hit. The night went off without a hitch. The crowds were wonderful and appreciative of each others taste in music.
Cherry shone on the runway, on both stages and everyone loved her. She was happy.
Gary, Mark, and Holly were in her office and looking at the numbers.
"This is fabulous," Gary said as he wrote out a check. "Let's go."
Loretta introduced Trace Atkins to both clubs. He walked out on stage and told the audiences what had been announced last night. Gary, Mark, and Holly walked out on stage.
Holly looked up into this gentle giant of a cowboy, picked up her microphone, "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart. On behalf of The Velvet Glove, The Country Girl Saloon, Holly's Diner, and D'Orgasmic Lingerie it is my pleasure to give this check to you, Trace, for the Wounded Warriors Project in the amount of $512,000. We'll see you in Las Vegas in two weeks when we open there. We hope to top this amount there.
The crowd went wild. The applause lasted for six minutes. Trace picked her up and kissed her. The roar of the crowd was deafening.
Holly introduced Toby but this time when she said that she had dreamed of doing him for so long, she failed to mention what she did last night.
Toby arrived on stage and finished the evening with Red Solo Cup. The place erupted again. Everyone sang it and they couldn't have finished stronger.
Gary was sitting at the Tiki bar relaxing after fully enjoying the evening. Luke Bryan and Staci walk up and Gary poured them a drink.
"I can't thank you enough Luke," Gary said. "Your video was very instrumental in the planning of this venture. Everyone here is a very big fan of yours. Of course, you have quite a lady there. She is gorgeous."
"I didn't know what was happening last night. I certainly wasn't expecting three of them. You guys seem to have Staci cloned so I'd say you are in pretty good shape yourselves. My video really says what your club is all about. I love it. I plan on being at as many openings as possible. I can't guarantee I'll make it to all of them. I do want you to know I am going to get together with Mark and discuss some business before we leave. If you guys are willing to do this for unnamed artists, I can only hope he'll be able to steer me in the right direction. I'm just getting started."
"You'll be around for a very long time Luke," Gary said. "If he helps you, you will be amazed at what he can do,"
"Well, I know one thing, I am definitely getting him to represent me," Staci said. "You guys have been so good to me but I've heard so many things this weekend that I didn't know. I definitely want Mark and Lori to handle me."
"Oh God girl," Gary laughed. "Don't say that to Lori."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," she snickered.
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Ronnie and Carmen were sitting with John Rich and Big Kenny. Ronnie looked like she had just won every lottery on earth. She hung on every word and her smile was as bright as her eyes. Brenda walked by and nodded slightly. Carmen caught it as so did Ronnie.
"Ronnie, do you need a refill darling?" Carmen asked as she picked up John and Kenny's glasses and headed to the bar. "You know guys, there is a lot to see around here. I love it at night. It is so pretty the way Gary has it designed."
They took them to the lake and it was gorgeous. They made their way back up toward the house but they took a detour to the right. They walked into a very dark dance studio and Ronnie told them she would be right back. Carmen put her arms through theirs and walked them to the oversized sofa. As they sat, the lights came up and their video rolled.
The thirty-six original people made their way onto the dance floor dancing to 'Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy)' John and Kenny started laughing but their smiles only got larger as they saw what Ronnie and the rest were doing. Two thirds of the way through the song, they were all naked and Ronnie made a beeline for John.
"They have been on their best behavior all weekend baby," Carmen cooed in his ear and that was the last they were seen until morning.
"You know Gar, we really have a great group. Did you see what I saw?" Mark grinned.
"Oh damned straight I did. I'm impressed because they did it without attracting any attention to themselves at all. There is going to be two very happy cowboys in the morning."
"Speaking of happy," Mark nodded as Jill walked up with Suzie and Dorothy. Rose and Cherry had their arms around Frank while Wendy and Debbie had Tom in tow. Maya and Tila had their arms around Jim who was smiling with his ever-present clipboard under his arm.
Suzie and Dorothy looked at Gary and Mark and smiled so sweetly. "I don't know about this," Suzie chuckled. "Cherry said it would be the best orgasms we've ever had. We kinda took a poll last night and honestly, we can't see last night being beat."
Gina and Brianna walked up putting their arms around Mark and Gary. Brianna was giggling when she looked at the four of them standing there. "Take it from two delicious sluts who know exactly what we are talking about. Take last night, multiply it by a factor of at least ten, double that and you might come close to what is about to happen."
When the doors closed on Gary's wing, Rose was on fire. She started flitting about and lighting candles, getting toys out, and making sure all the party favors were available. Jim was pouring drinks and Mark and Gary were taking their time to let the candles take effect.
Maya and Tila decided that since these four sweet people were fans, then they were going to give them the ultimate Fan Bang before they got on the machines.
"Cherry, may we borrow some of your music baby?" Tila cooed.
Cherry laughed and picked up the tablet. She punched in her playlist and giggled. Mark was watching her intently, completely unaware of what was about to take place.
The pheromones were filling the air as the music began to play. Tila took to the far right pole and Maya to the far left. They danced so seductively and they both caught Cherry's eye. She laughed and they smiled. Their abilities on the poles had dramatically improved. All eyes fixated to these two Asian Goddesses as 'Baditude' began to play. No one saw her move. Magically, Cherry appeared on the center pole. The three women danced in perfect unison. As the song heated up, three amazing women climbed those poles, inverted and returned to the stages naked and hot.
Maya and Tila grabbed Suzie and Dorothy and pulled them onto the huge bed. They kissed them, expertly removing their dresses. Soft Asian hands delicately traced their hot bodies, teasing and tantalizing both of them. Suzie watched as Tila stroked Dorothy and the sight of her good friend in the arms of a top porn star drove her wild. Dorothy had the same reaction as she saw Maya with Suzie.
Frank and Tom were standing by the edge of the bed. Jill was undressing Frank and Cherry was removing Tom's trousers.
Jill turned into Frank's muscular body and their lips met. The kiss was soft, tender and filled with years of pent up, unfulfilled love. His hands felt the curve of her hips and they slid up to caress the fullness of her breasts.
Jill looked at Cherry and both women began to laugh. "Oh no you don't, you two. Before we even think of touching you," Jill laughed and pushed the men onto the bed joining their wives and the twins. "These two are going to give you a preview of what life in Thailand is going to be like."
Maya and Tila were the female version of Mark and Gary. Twins usually do everything in a similar fashion but in bed or on camera, they were definitely identical.
Maya and Tila kissed Suzie and Dorothy before they took Tom and Frank's hands pulling them onto the bed. Those Taiwanese dolls took their substantial cocks in their hands, looked up with their large oval eyes, and opened their hot wet mouths. Frank and Tom were in awe at the sight of these famous porn stars about to gobble their own dicks.
Maya turned and grabbed Suzie and shoved her down on the mattress. "Lick my pussy Suzie, lick me, and make me cum while I suck your husbands cock. You want to lick my sweet pussy, don't you baby? I know I want you to. I want to feel your hot lips opening me up and drinking every drop of my cum baby."
She turned and took Frank into her lips and smiled as he inhaled sharply at the sight and feel of this precious woman on the tip of his cock. Maya and Tila had the men shaking from the wonderful way they sucked and stroked them.
Suzie inhaled sharply as her tongue slid into Maya's very wet, naked pussy. This spectacular woman was sucking her husband completely. Her hands roamed Maya's body and discovered that her lovely breasts felt as wonderful as they looked.
Tila's tender hands cradled Tom's balls as she inhaled and exhaled his long cock fully and completely. Her tender touch coupled with her hot, wet mouth was driving Tom wild with unimaginable lust. Dot was beneath Tila who had dropped her sweet lips over her long, talented tongue. Dorothy moaned as Tila began to flow and she drank her up completely.
"Sister, oh sister! I think they like us darling. Let's see how well they can handle our hot, tight pussies' baby."
Over the next hour, Maya and Tila drove them wild. The men were in heaven as their cocks plowed their faces, throats, pussies, and asses. The twins had licked and sucked them all sweetly and finger fucked them fully. Suzie and Dorothy had cum so many times in so many ways. Maya and Tila were exceptional lovers and they knew how to maximize each and every orgasm.
Tila kissed each one and turned to Jim, who stood by the bed, clipboard in hand and Rose permanently attached to the head of his cock. "My darling Jim, we can certify to you that they are now ready to begin this phase of the 'certification,'" she giggled. She kissed Jim, leaned over and took his cock from Rose's lips, sucked him fully, turned, kissed Rose and put Jim back into her mouth.
Mark grabbed Suzie and Gary took Dorothy's hand. Wendy and Debbie had set the machines at the end of the bed.
"The four of you are about to experience something that will make up for all those years you missed out on. Ladies, if you will," Mark grinned as he took Suzie's hand. He looked into her blue eyes and kissed her lovingly. He put her on the machine and checked to see if any adjustments were necessary. Gary checked Dorothy. Neither woman needed the sleeve. Gary grinned.
Jill walked over, kissed both women, and giggled. "Maestro, if you please."
Gary laughed and turned on the machines. Their moans started softly but built quickly. At eighty percent, Dorothy giggled that she was in love. They had no idea what was in store for them.
The women progressed through the single and double dildos but when they were introduced to the G-Spot Ball things went off the chart.
"Gary Edwards," Suzie snickered, "If you are going to put that thing inside of me, you had better marry me darling. I always wondered just how kinky you could get but this shit is wilder than anything I could imagine."
Gary kissed her and settled her onto the ball. Wendy walked up with some party favors, which Suzie generously absorbed. Dorothy helped herself as well and Rose walked up with warm oil and two brown bottles. Mark kissed Dorothy and dropped her onto the ball. Both women seemed to love the tightness of the attachment.
Rose put on the blindfolds. Warm oil caressed their sensitive flesh. Gary started the machines and their effects were instantaneous. As the balls began to slowly rotate on their G-spots, both women shrieked. Gary increased the speed slightly and then he introduced the vibration back into the mix. Dorothy and Suzie lost their mind.
Hands were caressing them with delicious sweet hot oil. Gary and Mark were whispering sweet, hot, suggestive scenarios in their ears. Their pussies were on fire. Cherry walked up and gave Suzie and Dorothy hits of Rush as Gary turned the machines all the way up. The buzz was immediate and the sensation was so intense. The women screamed at the top of their lungs.
Gary instantly shut the machines off.
Not a word was said, but Mark and Gary inserted the last attachment and settled the women back onto the machine. The machines started again at full power and the women melted. The G-Spot ball was fabulous but the spinning anal finger took them where no man had gone before. They experienced warp drive orgasms as Cherry brought the bottles to them again. Their skin glistened. Each nerve ending exploded as massive, uncontrollable waves of passion overtook them deliciously.
When the women thought it could not get better, Suzie felt a cock caressing her lips. She knew that she had to have that cock in her mouth right now. More than anything in her precious life so far, she had to have that cock. Her mouth opened and her body exploded in a massive explosive orgasm. That wonderful cock passing into her mouth had ignited erotic passions she never knew existed.
She shook; she flailed; and the women had to hold her upright as that magic finger twirled in her tight ass.
The G-Spot ball twirled her into relentless mind-numbing orgasms.
The hands that stroked her touched every secret spot she possessed and triggered feelings she had buried so many years ago.
Totally deprived of sight, the ownership of the cock that was now deep in her throat thrilled her beyond anything she could ever conceive. She didn't know if it was Gary or Mark. She knew one thing and that was...it really didn't matter. She had fallen in love with both of them as a young teen-age girl and she had finally succeeded. She had vowed, someday, she would suck them dry and tonight, she was going to do exactly that.
Right now, one thing mattered and that was this. She was fast losing control of every bodily function. She was riding this wonderful machine and her orgasms were so over the top, so deep, so heart wrenching that the only thing she could concentrate on, if you could call it that, was the cock that was in her throat. She threw her head against his stomach. His cock drove deeper than any cock had ever been and she felt him swell. She grabbed his ass. He started to thrust. She screamed and he unleashed a river of cum into her greedy wanton lips and mouth.
Dorothy was in the exact same position on the other machine. Mark had filled her so completely and her body was putty.
Gary slowed the machines and the girls helped the two delicious women to the bed. They were neither coherent nor ambulatory but they were definitely not complaining.
"Holy fuck, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Frank grinned as he kissed Jill deeply. "Do you think she'll ever be the same?"
"Baby, you'll have to figure that one out for yourself. You two are next."
Mark and Gary were on the bed holding Suzie and Dorothy tenderly while they recovered.
The girls got the men in position and Jill started the machines. Mark and Gary looked on and smiled. They knew what was coming. Frank and Tom hadn't a clue. Jill had become expert with this machine years before. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous but she was wicked sexy as well. She knew how to turn a man on and tonight, she was going to do Frank in ways he never knew possible.
Wendy and Rose walked up to the bed, flipped matching switches and the bed changed configuration.
"What the fuck?" Mark exclaimed. "Memo to Mark, kick Red's ass. You have toys I don't have. This can't stand."
"Don't blame her," Gary laughed.
"Honey, I simply love Nancy. She is actually kinkier than you said she was," Cherry giggled. "Don't you worry though baby, I told them to order a bed just like this already. I mean, ours is nice but it doesn't quite do everything this one does."
"Yeah, Jackson has already been notified. Two of these are on the way to Vegas and one is on the way here," Gary grinned as Suzie made a feeble effort to move her hand. It didn't work.
Jill had put the clit sleeves on the machines and their cocks rode along that sleeve which hardened their cocks instantly when the machines came alive. Jill stood between them and she talked so dirty that it actually surprised Mark and Gary.
Wendy and Rose climbed up on the bed and onto the horizontal bars. Debbie adjusted the heights and slowly brought their aching pussies to each man's lips. Female hands caressed their bodies and Maya and Tila knelt and licked their hard cocks as they rode the machine.
Jill stopped the machine and selected two fabulous dildos. She stroked each man and slowly and playfully inserted the toys into their asses. She kissed each man and sat him back down on the machine. They moaned and Jill was relentless.
Mark whispered to Cherry and she walked over and blindfolded the two men. Hands caressed them; each woman climbed the bar and the men munched on every pussy in the place. The women took turns sucking them as they rode that blessed machine.
Cherry put the bottle in front of them and they each took massive pulls.
Suzie and Dorothy were finally coming to and they watched as they lay in Mark and Gary's arms. Their men were in pussy heaven and their asses were full of a very well shaped cock. Cherry and Jill were the last two on the bar and Frank and Tom had no idea whose pussy they were licking but they didn't care. Every woman in this room was spectacular.
Suzie looked at Mark and then Gary. She pointed to the head of the bed and the guys nodded. She struggled to her feet and walked between the two machines. Tom and Frank were flying as the sensations built and built.
"Do you two love this? Do you Frank? Tom, what about you? Have you ever felt anything better in your life? I know what will make this so much better."
Cherry put the bottles under their noses and they took huge pulls. They felt two broad heads of fantastic cocks' brush their lips. They opened their mouths and felt the cocks slide between their lips. They sucked them fully as Jill and Cherry slid down to suck them as well.
"Frank, Jill is sucking your cock darling. She is such a good cocksucker, isn't she? Tom, Cherry is sucking you baby. Fuck, this is so hot I could cum just watching you suck those cocks. Suck them baby. Suck them deep. I know you've wanted to suck their cocks all your life. Now we can. Oh, fuck, yes! Suck those cocks baby. Cum for Jill and Cherry; oh, fuck, yes!"
Mark and Gary grabbed their heads and skull fucked them blowing their sweet cum down their throats. Jill and Cherry were rewarded with unbelievable loads as both men erupted with volcanic force.
The rest of the night was spent in the wettest, wildest sex you could imagine. Suzie and Dorothy's evening started strong and it grew from there. Mark and Gary made sure their every desire was met and exceeded.
The women did the same for Frank and Tom. Gina told him he had to change his diet. When he asked what she would suggest as a replacement, she took his head and pulled it between her legs. He giggled, and promised he would change but he warned her, he had a vociferous appetite.
The sun was coming up when they moved the party to the pool. Suzie walked arm in arm with Mark. She looked up into his eyes and said she had never been happier. "Not only have I just had the best sex of my life, I've had it with two of the three men I wanted my entire life. Thank you. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband so much. I always have and now, I know I kinda have you three to thank for that too. You really are special. I hope Cherry doesn't hear me but I do love you Mark. I love Gary and Jeremy too. I could scratch your eyes out but I still love you."
She jumped when Cherry kissed the back of her neck, "Suzie, if it helps any, I wanted to scratch his eyes out myself once too. I hated him. I really did. Don't worry baby, I can tell you this from the bottom of my heart, every woman around here loves these guys. You are a leg up on me. I've never met Jeremy."
Suzie's eyes glazed over, "Jeremy is completely off the wall. He is handsome, funny and so fucking sexy I can't even begin to explain it. He's just like these two. Put them together and stand back, something wonderful is going to happen. All the girls in school saw three guys who respected each one of us. They treated us wonderfully. They never touched any of us. The only woman they ever had a problem with was the one they were fucking every damned day. Go figure."
"Yeah, go figure. I never thought he would ever touch me. I really had given up on him. I'm glad he finally relented." Cherry leaned over, kissed Mark and told him not to deny Suzie any longer. "Promise me you won't treat her mean anymore baby."
Mark kissed Suzie and looked in her eyes, "When I welcomed you into the family, I meant it. You are now a full-blown family member baby. I hope you like Vegas. You are going to be there a lot."
Gary, Dorothy and the girls walked up to the Tiki bar. Gary made Rum Runners as the rest of the party made its way up.
"Frank, how ya doing buddy?" Gary laughed.
"Do you party like this often?"
"Only on days with 'day' in the name," Rose giggled. "The only reason we are dressed is because we have guests. Normally, we are naked all the time. It's called 'house rules'. It means high heels and maybe some lingerie but mainly it is high heels and bare flesh."
"Are you serious?" Dorothy exclaimed. "You have all that hot flesh running around naked? I'd think I died and went to heaven."
"It is all here for you too darling," Wendy told her. "When do you go back to work?"
"I wish," Dorothy said. "I haven't worked in three months and Suzie lost her job a few weeks ago. Frank and Tom have to be back to work on Tuesday. Why?"
Debbie grinned, "Everyone will be gone by Monday. Stay please, there are many things about this place you won't see until then. When you do, they will blow your mind."
"Okay, you have my curiosity peaked big-time," Suzie grinned. "Nothing could beat what happened tonight. That was the wildest thing I've ever experienced."
"You can say that again," Tom said. "I have a question..."
"Relax Tom, everyone here is bi. What happens here, stays here," Rose giggled and poked him in the ribs. "I just have to warn you though."
"Warn me? What about Rose?"
A chorus of, "She's greedy Tom," wafted in the early Florida morning.
Gary walked behind the bar and Mark walked over to him.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Gary grinned. "If she thinks she's getting away this time, she couldn't be more wrong."
Jill walked up and put her arm around Mark. Before she could open her mouth, they both turned and told her it was already a done deal.
"Have I told you two today?"
"No dammit, and you've spent the entire weekend without paying us any attention at all," Mark sulked.
"Just checking," she giggled, grabbed drinks and made her way back to the party.
They heard laughter and looked as Carmen, Ronnie, John Rich, and Big Kenny were making their way back from Brenda's house.
Cherry laughed, "Oops, sorry, I missed rehearsal." She got up and walked into John's arms. "I'll make it up to you baby." She kissed both men and went to make them drinks.
Carmen made a beeline to Mark. "Mr. Banner, I don't care what has to happen but as of right now, I want you representing me. Make it happen, Mark. Please make it happen."
She kissed him, went, and talked to Suzie and Dorothy.
"I'd ask but I don't need to," Gary grinned.
Big Kenny grinned, "Hell, we've all heard the rumors. They seldom are true. No one told us they were understatements. Damn you guys!"
Holly and Toby appeared from somewhere. She put her arms around John and Kenny, "You ain't seen nuttin yet guys."
Mark took one look at Toby Keith and he burst out laughing. "I know that look. What can I get you to drink?"
"A blood transfusion is probably more appropriate, bro," Gary laughed.
"How do you guys keep up with all this?" he asked. "She is...she is."
"A...A...A life altering event?" Gary giggled.
"Oh hell, yes she is. If I survive the next month Mark, I want to talk to you too."
"If I survive," Mark roared. "Fuck me, we can relate to that!"
Frank and Tom were standing at the bar, feeling the fresh morning air bringing them back to some sense of normal when Gary walked up. "Hey guys, I have a question for you. I just heard that Suzie and Dorothy aren't working right now. I feel bad Frank but I don't know what Suzie has been doing."
"That's easy Gary. They were both media buyers. They specialized in Radio and TV but they have a lot of print experience too. This fucking economy killed their jobs and it hurts a lot," Frank said.
"Ah, I didn't know. I'll be back in a few minutes." Gary looked and saw Linda bringing coffee and pastries out onto the patio. He walked over to Dorothy and Suzie. "Coffee ladies?"
They grabbed coffee and Gary sat them down and had a chat. Mark and Jill watched from the Tiki Bar. It didn't take long before both women were jumping up, grabbing and kissing him deeply. They heard Gary laugh as they turned and ran back to the bar.
"He what?" Tom blurted as Dorothy explained what had just happened.
"Frank, you know I love you, don't you? Tell me you know that baby."
"Suzie, if you are thinking I am about to say no, think again. I think this is fantastic." He picked his wife up, kissed her deeply, and grinned at Gary. "What's fucking next? You two are up to your usual shit again I see."
"Hey, don't look at me," Mark laughed. "I don't know what the fuck he just did. Toby and I were having a drink. Don't blame me for whatever shithead does. What the fuck did he do anyway?"
"He just hired our wives asshole, like you didn't know anything about it. I'll believe that when pigs fly. You motherfuckers have always been like this. Just when you think you've seen it all, boom, something else wonderful happens."
"Oh thank God! I thought they only did that with us," Debbie smiled. "It's what I love the most about them."
Gary walked up with a coffee and a sweet roll. The girls ran to meet him and they kissed him sweetly. He smiled and sat his coffee down. "Ladies and Gent's, allow me to introduce the east-coast managers of our Media Buying Division. Guess what ladies, welcome to your new office."
Jill and Mark started laughing at the shocked look on their faces. Holly walked up and kissed each of them. "You start tomorrow. Now, we have a very strict dress code around here. Since we have guests right now, we have to hold off until tomorrow for it to go into effect. I'd be very happy to tell you all about it but we have a pecking order around here. You haven't met her yet but you will right now."
Tammy walked up and laughed. "I am the official keeper of the rules around here. Jill just sent me a text and told me I had to explain the rules." She started prancing doing her very best Hogan's Heroes impression. "So, here goes. 'House Rules' will be in effect unless we have workers or guests here. You will be naked or wearing the sexiest of lingerie. You must wear the sexiest high heels imaginable. You must, and I want to emphasize, you must, have a minimum of three orgasms a day. Mind you, I said that is a minimum. There is no upper limit. I repeat, there is no upper limit.
Frank and Tom, this applies to you as well, minus the lingerie and high heel stuff. There is no shortage of hot, wet pussies and willing mouths around here. Now many of our people will be leaving us but there will always be a lovely selection of hard cocks and wet pussies around here so please don't be shy.
Ladies, please see Jill for important financial updates."
Everyone applauded and she took a bow.
"Boss, that was rough. It's way too early to be this serious. Pour me a drink motherfucker, and then find someplace to fuck my hot, tight, black ass off please."
"Fuck the music business," Toby laughed. "I want to work here too."
"Seriously, where are we working from?" Suzie asked.
"You fucking lying bitch. All these years you've lied to me. I always thought the blonde came out of a bottle. Now I'm finding out you are a natural blonde. Sheesh, what is up with that?" Jill cried. "You see that chair you're sitting in? Put your laptop here, your feet up here. Add to that, a cold drink in your hand and perhaps a spare cock in your mouth. This is your office. Oh yeah, you'll also be flying all over the world but you'll get used to that."
"Does this mean we might get to look on board those jets?" Tom asked.
Brianna threw her head back and laughed. "Yeah Tom, there is a very good possibility you just might get to actually fly in them too."
Dorothy laughed, "Just wait, you tell him that and he'll be thinking about joining the Mile High Club."
Rose and Cherry burst out laughing.
Brianna took Gina's hand. Together they grabbed Jill and the three women walked over to Mark and Gary. "I want you to understand that right now, we are missing eleven of our pilots. God only knows where they are or whom they are doing. Rest assured; they are doing someone. There are three gorgeous woman and ten drop dead, sexy, bi men. If you ask any of us about the Mile High Club, we will all give you the same answer.
"That is what Autopilot was invented for," they all said in unison.
"You will all be members by the end of the week," Mark told them offhandedly. "I need coffee."
Dorothy and Suzie were so happy. Tom and Frank were laughing heartily.
The final straw was the look on their faces when Jill took them aside and told them about the financial aspects of the job.
"Darling," Suzie stammered. "This proves what I've been saying for years. They are out of their collective fucking minds." | null | [] | {
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An Inconvenient Curse 2 I must admit, I never expected my husband to take so well to the curse I gave him. It wasn’t as if he asked me to change his gender, randomly, but here we were, married over a decade and he was game for the strangeness that was life with me.
I felt down to my slender hips, feeling the touch of my fingers as they moved over my soft mons and down into those thick full lips that we both loved, both the have and to make love to. It was strange, really, I hadn’t thought about it much, but I kind of missed being the one on the bottom. Maybe today, I’d jump his bones while I still had the cunt, instead of him.
Not that it should be that way, but really, the times I had the cock were just so overwhelming. I loved it. It was so raw and direct. I loved my clit too, even as I could feel myself rubbing her now as I thought about things to do this evening. He needed some loving, the good old- fashioned way.
Shaking my head, I pulled my hair back into a loose pony tail. There wasn’t much point putting clothes on, not with him due back from the store in a few minutes. I wanted to surprise him, so instead I reached for the razor.
I met him at the door, dressed in my birthday suit. I watched his eyes light up at the sight of me. It was nice to know he still desired me so much after all these years. The bags lay forgotten as he grabbed me up and hauled me to the bedroom, just as I’d hoped.
He struggled with his clothes, so I leaned down and pulled them off him myself, coming up to face his cock that I’d worn only a few days before as I lifted it to my lips, kissing and stroking it. I enjoyed feeling it get hard in my hands.
His eyes were rolling back some now as I made a quick blowjob to provide a little extra lube before the main course. A quick check of my own lips between my crouched thighs confirmed that it would be enough.
I turned, pressing my body against him, letting his cock press against the crack of my ass. I wasn’t into anal, but it felt nice to feel wanted. Instead, I bent forward, letting my hips spread as I slid against the bed, letting my breasts flop onto the sheets, my pussy spread open behind. I could feel the air on my damp lips.
He took the hint, and he took me. I could feel him press in, penetrating me as I let my fingers curl about the sheets with each thrust, my nipples rubbing against the bedding. I kept one hand on my clit, just a little extra to help myself as his hands grasped my hips, pulling me to him with each thrust. A few quick smacks on the bottom made me moan.
I was glad I kept on birth control. I enjoyed this bareback ride more. We didn’t dare with him, but right now? It felt heavenly as my muscles began to clench and twitch. Soon I could feel myself pressing down on his cock for all my pelvic muscles could muster, feeling his seed spray up and hit my cervix in a warm gooey blast.
He fell over on top of me. His warmth welcome even as he slipped out of me. I wiggled my ass against his crotch anyway, enjoying my own afterglow.
“What promoted this?” He asked, perhaps a bit groggily.
“Oh, just figured I should get a few orgasms with my own pussy for a change. You should get to hog them all, you know.” I said, pulling him in for a kiss. He only smiled and returned the kiss.
I was glad I’d done it. Three hours later I could feel the sudden twinge. It seemed that my time with my cunt was growing short. I could hear him in the shower, his boisterous singing abruptly stopping. He knew too.
I pulled off the shorts I wore, letting myself watch the changes. I always found the change fascinating, and yes, pleasurable. The soft pulls that started, the shift in my stomach as a part of me shriveled away. It was strange feeling the opening inside me seal up. I would guess it was just as strange for him to feel it open and her own uterus grow. But the real show was beginning. My clit was throbbing, the tip pressing upwards, each time growing a little more, the hood pulling back a bit farther. Thicker, longer, harder. Each moment I had more a cock and less a clit. Beneath it I could feel the pressing of my lips together. By the time my glans had bloomed fully on my cock, they had formed into that nice full sack, the twin orbs dropping from my stomach into the hanging pouch.
I couldn’t help myself; it was always such a rush and my fingers wrapped around the freshly minted cock happily. By now he would have finished with his changes too. If history was any guide, the only thing wetter than he would be, would be the water.
I rose from my spot on the bed, cock still in hand, and wandered into the bathroom to find my former cunt gracing the space between my husband’s legs. He was neither surprised, nor displeased to see me as I pressed into the shower with him.
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*Chapter 2*
Atoma
The train came to a smooth stop following a torrent of steam blasting from the locomotive. The young husky was out of his seat before his father was, anxious to explore the city.
" come ooooon daaad!" he insisted.
The older husky slowly got to his feet, gathered his things, checking himself in a mirror near the door, and proceeded to the out of their cabin to the exit at the front of their car.
As the two stepped off the train onto the platform, the young ones eyes lite up with excitement. He quickly realized why it's so often called the Sky Kingdom. Although the platform was fairly simple. There were a few ticket booths, seating for waiting passengers and a small food stand with a short attendant selling lunch specials to hungry travelers. Beyond that however, is what really interested the husky. The buildings beside the train terminal were absolutely enormous. They reached high into the sky like arms feeling for the clouds. Each one was elaborately decorated with gold, marble and any other precious materials you could think of. The tops of each building were adorned with either massive sky scraping spires or statues, set to elaborate poses that were reaching skyward into dizzying heights. Nothing the husky had ever seen came close to this city's majesty. His family was wealthy by all means but what the dragons had built was beyond wealth. He had not noticed that he was still blocking the exit to the train with his jaw agape when he was suddenly brought back to reality by a jolt. His father was tugged his hand forward towards a group of large armored figures quickly approaching them. He quickly began to follow.
The city was so breathtaking, the young husky had failed to notice a procession of 8 of their own guards having formed ranks around their positions including a few Advisers following loosely behind. No doubt they were trying their best to appear more important and involved than they really were. The husky never liked the Bureaucracy of his republic but his father never the less instilled the values and importance of the it and how easy it would be for it to fall into anarchy as in the ancient days.
As the two conclaves met, the husky stared up at the faces of the black Guards. They were all identically dressed, each were tall wearing flat black armor with each plate having complex designs etched into them in gold. They all wore a long black cape and a gold pommeled sword hung by their waists. "They were dragons!" The husky thought. Yes he had seem them before in his home city of Meridias but most never ventured past their domain. To see one in such a striking sense of authority and up close left the huskies jaw open. Again. Receiving another nudge from Alamar, he quickly regained his composer.
The black guards halted in front of the Prime ministers group and stared for a moment, the largest of the dragons, wearing a red seal on his chest stepped forward in front of Aurik.
"Well good morning Azgar. Tiberius sends his best assassin I see" the older husky said with as much smugness and contempt as he could muster.
" That's King Tiberius prime minister Aurik. And perhaps another time, The king has ordered us to escort you to the palace personally" replied Azgar, speaking in a highly conceded voice.
" tell the Tiberius thanks but as you can plainly see, I have my own protection." started Aurik but was quickly interrupted by the lead guard.
"the king!...request that you have additional protection...in these times of trouble prime minister" the guard stumbling on his words looking as if he said them louder than he intended.
Aurik considered this for a moment before nodding his head, " fine then dragon, lead the way..."
Azgar stared for a moment, swaying slightly on his heals, hand on his pommel, he looked as if he would like nothing more than to trade words with Aurik but alas his long year of service and training told him otherwise. Nodding his head, he turned and waved the other guards behind him who immediately took up outer flanking positional on either side of the group. After an uneasy look from Alamar, the minister spoke. "lets go".
They began to escort them towards a set of high arches at the far end of the terminal. Even though the prime minister felt the extra security was unnecessary, he very well knew the way. It did however make the trip go a bit smoother, owing to the fact that anyone who caught site of the black guard quickly removed themselves from their paths all while staring at the procession. The young husky thought this was all a bit odd, but enjoyed the attention anyway. They were passing through the high arched gates that led to the street.
Although the husky was right in his assumption about the street, he however was misinformed about how the dragons lived. On the far side of the arches, waiting in a cobblestone street was a large black and gold carriage pulled by a team of 4 large white feral horses. He was yet again stunned by the elaborate design. It was an oblong shape, built with many vertical ribs around the main chassis. The door was open and the driver was standing next to it deploying a set of golden steps.
The husky looked up at his father, looking for some sign of surprise, but astonishingly, his father looked rather uninterested. Aurik had been to the city many times before so logically he was well used to such treatment. Besides, he had his thoughts dedicated to the more important events that were to take place later today. The husky tried to recall all the information about the city he could but never in all the story's his father use to tell him, could he ever recall him talking about such a fantastic reception.
There was a smaller black carriage behind the first, assuming this was for the rest of his government group. It was still very nice but paled in comparison to the first. As he, his farther and Alamar loaded up on to the first carriage, he expected more of their group to join them considering this carriage could hold at least 10 occupants. But oddly the rest were redirected onto the smaller carriage. This as he saw, dint seem to bother his father so he dint take any worry of it. He saw the rest of the dragon guard mount up on horses positioned around the carriage. By this time there was a bit of a crowed of curious onlookers forming around them, however they did keep a respectable distance from the black guards. The door was closed, the driver took his position and the lead dragon guard approached on his horse and had words with the driver.
The husky looked around at the inside of the carriage. It was large and spacious, filled with lots of soft black leather and precious metals all shined to have a gleaming reflective surface. Aurik yawned and gave a meaningful look at Alamar.
"After we get to the palace, you are to stay with my son until I return, me and the king have to speak privately."
The the tall wolf nodded, smiling at the young one and responded in a respectful tone
" yes prime minister, I won't let him out of my sight."
The young husky tried to return the friendly gesture but was thrown back into his seat with a jerk as their procession had began to move. He could hear the black guard calling out threats to anyone who may have had the misfortune to be standing in their paths. As in the train, the husky quickly pressed his nose against the window nearest too him and stared out in amazement.
"wooooww" he said slowly looking out seeing more of the impressive buildings that inhabited the inner rings of the city. Tall ones with spires, short ones covered in beautiful flowers. Some building were as square as a piece of parchment others curved upwards into exciting twist and angles. All appearing very purposeful and important, even the ones that look to be homes were still more extravagant than any in his own city.
Being dazzled by the extravagant buildings, he failed to notice the locals walking through the streets. They were all going about there daily business, some carrying food, others bartering at road side marketplaces for meats or wares. *They must be in the market district* he thought. He had never seen so many Sky'var at one time, each one having varying colors of scales. There were red ones, green ones, white ones, black and yellow ones, some had long curved horns, others had short multiple horns. Some would have a single spine staring on their forehead and repeating down the center of there head all the way till the tip of their tail. Some were garbed in fine silks, others dressed for business. Nearly all of them had fine metals wrapped around there long tails or precious stones hung off their horns. People here truly dressed to impress. He suddenly felt under dressed for the occasion, even though he had his best shirts and pants on. It was his favorite outfits, one he wore to the many formal occasions he was expected to attend with his father. Aurik's opposition always said that bringing his son to so many public events was an attempt to make the prime minister look more family oriented but the truth was, the public light always made him feel uneasy and because his wife died long before he was in office, his son was the only comfort he had.
The young boy noticed Alamar had motioned for his attention.
"Take a look at this" he said with a smile.
Without thinking twice, he shot excitedly across the carriages to the opposite window just in time to see down an intersecting street. What he saw was huge a greenVar'yern, rearing back with several handlers trying their best to restrain the poor beast. He just had time to see one of the handlers get kicked clear across the street by the dragons powerful rear legs before the next building hid them from view.
"whoa!" he said again in astonishment.
"pretty cool huh?" smiled Alamar
" ya..." for a moment, he thought about asking his father if they could get one but he knew he would never have a dragon in his home, his father despised them. He slowly returned to his seat thinking about what he would do if he had is own full grown Var'yern as his pet. Thoughts of seared furniture and irritated capital house maids ruined the image though. He looked up as he resumed his seat just in time to catch a glimpse of a group of dragons his age, running through the streets.
" huh, I've never seen their young before." he said
" take a good look because its likely to be the only place you will ever see them." said Aurik
"why is that?" questioned his son.
His father took a moment to answer.
"Because all dragons send their young to this city after birth for education. They are forbidden to leave the city until they are of age." Aurik explained.
He imagined for a moment what it would have been like to have never left his home city. What a terrible prospect he thought, and then considered how much he would miss the outlying lands of his country. But then again, looking around at the extravagant city, this one might be worth it.
They continued on into the inner circles of the city, climbing slowly towards the city center. Looking up at the taller buildings, he asked his father.
"how do they build these things up so high dad?"
"they don't" he said retrieving his book from a briefcase he carried and attempting to working out where he had left previously.
The boy stared for a moment with a confused look on his face. He waited for a moment but when no suitable answer, came he asked again.
"then how did they build it?"
His father sighed, looking up for a moment, then returned to his reading before answering.
"they dint build them up, they carved them down out of the top of the mountain"
He looked quickly back out the window trying to wrap his mind around the concept as Alamar cut in. Alamar had noticed the prime minister was in no mood to explain with the his thoughts focused on the upcoming meeting. He always got a little grumpy before important events like today.
"that's right. Long ago, this was a remote mountain in the middle of Brabus mountain range before the dragons began carving into it. From the summit down they labored over the coarse of centuries. It went though many stages of development before arriving at it's current depth."
That explained it thought the husky, now that Alamar had mentioned it. He did notice that the sides of the buildings, previously thought to have been decremental flourishes in the construction, were actually natural veins of raw material exposed to the surface after they were carved out of the mountain.
Finally after winding it's way between two of the larger buildings that appeared to be some type of textile market, the palace came into view. The palace appeared to be built in much the same fashion as the other buildings, tall, eccentrically fashioned and unreasonably large. Their were two buildings stretching like arms out from a central hall with a tall steeple cathedral in the center. The front facade was U shaped and was lined with many windows. Just behind the cathedral center piece was a tower that rose high above any of the other buildings in the city. The height from it's base wasn't any taller than any other building but because it was at the highest point of the city, it rose well above the others. There were many high windows, some open, others filled with extravagant stain glass murals that depicted events most likely from the empires long history. At the front was two large wooden doors wreathed in gold, each with a seal facing each other matching that of the seal on Azgar's chest. The emblems that he could see much better now looked like a large s, with horns on either end, and a smaller S in the center.
Surrounding the large palace was a tall marble wall, not unlike the outside wall. It has one central gate that was heavily guarded with 2 Guards on either side. The gate was black iron, cast into cured shapes. The gates were opened as they approached and into the Palace ground they entered.
The front of the palace was large colorful gardens with a circular fountain in the middle big enough to submerse the entire carriage in. They followed a road that lead around the center fountain too the palace entrance, it curved back around to meet up with the main gates.
The carriage finally came to a halt in front of an expansive set of marble steps that lead up to the front doors. The carriage shifted slightly as the driver climbed down, deployed the golden steps and opened the door.
The prime minister was the first out, followed by his son, then Alamar who looked around nervously.
"Alamar, now that we are safely inside the palace walls, we are well safe. Send my guards out side of the palace grounds to the Republic Embassy... Oh and take the aids as well." Aurik said.
"yes minister" Alamar said, then relaying the commands back to his 8 guards who formed a block around the government aids who looked a bit put off not being allowed into the palace, but complied anyway, And so they headed towards the main gates. Aurik turned and headed up the stairs, followed by his son and Alamar. The front doors opened slowly as they approached and alas, they entered. | "The Ilot" Chapter 2 by Glamring | [
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Text: "Whoo..." The team collapsed on the bleachers and awaited the verbal beating from Coach Jim. It was a hot day to be all decked out in softball gear and the team had just worked their butts off trying to take down Poplarville, the toughest team in the division. The coach removed his cap and began calmly. "You girls... I must say, you girls are..." and then he let them have it... "The WORST softball team I have ever seen in my life!" The next five minutes went on like usual, with lessons on running and pitching and catching and swinging. It was too hot to even pay attention anymore.
Jill sat in the top row of the bleachers. She leaned against the back railing and sucked the last sips of water from her dusty bottle, hoping that salvation would soon come in the form of the sentence "You may all go home now." She couldn't wait to head home, peel off her sweaty socks and jersey, and take a relaxing bath. The thought of comfort made her grin. Finally, Coach Jim couldn't find enough voice to scream anymore, and waved the girls away as if he were shooing a stray dog. "Yes!" Jill shouted out loud, and she ran to her car with a smile on her face. As she jogged, her body jiggled slightly in the tight outfit with every step. She had an athletic build that was muscular, but not completely lean. She was shorter, about 5'4'', roughly 115 pounds. Her long, dirty-blonde hair bounced as she ran, as did her slightly above-average chest. Large, blue eyes, a couple cutesy freckles, and a bright smile made her one of the most attractive things running the bases at most of the games, and the swaying of her wide hips didn't hurt either. There was no denying that she was cute for an 18 year old softball player. Especially with the two dark strips of eye-black smeared on her cheeks.
Right as Jill put her bags in the back seat and slammed the door, her friend Bree called to her from across the parking lot. Bree was standing with a few other girls from the team, and they motioned Jill over. "Great, I'll never get that bath..." Jill begrudgingly jogged over to the pack and forced a smile. "What's up guys?" Bree grabbed her arm and giggled, "You're comin' with us to go get pizza. NOW!" The girls all laughed, including Jill, and piled into a mini van belonging to one of the team members. The ride only took about 15 minutes, and when they arrived Jill found that she was feeling pretty empty from all that running. She stepped out of the van and was greeted with the neon "PIZZA LAND" sign on top of the familiar building. The team went here all the time. The shower could wait, Jill's belly gurgled, alerting that it wanted pizza first.
Inside the little resturant, the team piled into a few of the open booths. The place was a buffet, so they left their purses and luggage and darted straight to the rows of pizza pies lined against the wall. Jill loaded her plate with a mountain of slices of all kinds, and even brought an extra slice back using her teeth. The other girls laughed and did the same. As they munched and giggled to one another, Jill noticed Bree staring at her from across the table. She laughed with her cheeks full of food, and mumbled "Hi Bwee." Bree chuckled, and then swallowed her last bite of a slice of pepperoni. "You know, Jill..." she began with a tone that could only usher in a challenge. "I bet I could polish off way more than you could. I mean, why not get our money's worth?" Jill squinted at Bree. The girls looked at each other, then to their plates, and the challenge was on.
Jill and Bree dug into their next pieces like they were never going to be fed again. A flurry of sauce and cheese sprayed in all directions, causing the other girls who had become spectators to shield themselves with their hands. No sooner were the first slices sliding down the girls' throats, and they were on to their seconds. Both girls were going strong, and nothing could stop them... Except maybe thirst. They both took enough of a breather to mutter what they wanted. "Water!" sprayed Bree through her packed lips. Jill belted out her favorite soda. "Root Beer!" By the time several bottles of each drink were brought out, the girls had demolished slice number five. Their paces had both slowed a bit, but they were still going strong on round six. Bree started to leave her crust, which she declared wasn't cheating. Jill ferociously shoved hers in along with the rest of the slice. She was a true champion, and she'd prove it. Rounds seven through ten went decreasingly smoothly, until the girls agreed to take a short break from their fressing. Bree rubbed her sore stomach and burped, which made all the girls laugh. Jill's gut was so distended, that she had to unbutton her tight softball pants to make extra room. Then she too patted and caressed her strained tummy. A few of the girls gasped when they saw just how large it was and a few even looked away in disgust. "This is gross... Fat asses... It looks painful..." were a few of the comments. A few belches later, the girls were ready to go again. However, neither of them felt as confident about the next batch...
Another 15 minutes went by with nothing but the sounds of two gluttonous girls stuffing their faces with more cheese and dough than all of Italy could consume. They were on slices 19 for Jill, and 17 for Bree. Their now tremendous midsections had actually become wedged inbetween their seats and the table, so the rest of the team slid it out from between them (with much difficulty). Bree was ready to pass out. Her stomach was bigger than a beach ball, and she was having trouble breathing. She swallowed a few more mouthfuls and sighed in near-defeat. Jill was even worse off. She was cringing from the pain of her gigantic, weather balloon-sized belly stretching her stressed skin further and further. She'd asked the girls to remove her shoes and socks so that she could crinkle her toes from the discomfort. She took a break after slice 19 to rest and pant for awhile. Bree was all but finished. She patted her firm, over filled gullot and leaned back against the seat. Jill, however, was out to impress. She wanted to continue, despite the feeling that she couldn't possibly hold anymore and the teasing from some of the other girls. She was a champion, and she'd prove it.
A few minutes passed, and Bree's stomach had begun to settle. The water in her stomach was soaking into all the dough and cheese, and she started to feel more content in her accomplishment. Jill, on the other hand, had returned to binging on the rest of the pizza in the resturant. She downed slices 20, 21, 22, 25, 30... But then, on slice 33, she started to struggle. Her monsterous belly was the size of a cow, and it gleamed from the sticky sweat that had leaked out through her over-stretched pores. At this point, she managed to wriggle completely out of her pants, and her shirt was stressed up around her bellowing chest. It hurt so much, yet somehow, felt so good.
The other girls rushed to try and comfort Jill, being as she looked like she could just burst from all of the pressure. "Jill, maybe you should just stop eating..." Most of the girls were cautiously petting Jill's massive girth, trying to sooth away the fierce pain that made Jill moan in both agony and pleasure. The others, however, were apalled by the size of the bloated girl, and had begun making malevolent remarks. "Careful girls, looks like that zit's ready to pop!... I didn't know they served whales here!... Hey, anybody got a hair pin?..." Jill could barely hear them, but she tried to shrug them off and focus on containing the unreal quantity of dough, cheese, and sauce that was reacting with her stomach acids. Suddenly, her belly made a loud, rumbling noise. The girls all jumped back as Jill moaned and rubbed the sides of her gut. Then, her belly groaned again, this time shaking a bit. "Get her something to drink! Maybe that'll settle her down." shouted one of the helpful girls. Another young lady grabbed a 2 liter bottle of root beer from Jill's stash, unscrewed the cap, and shoved in in Jill's face. As the sticky, bubbly liquid chugged down her throat, Jill could feel that something wasn't right. The last of the bottle contents filled Jill's over-taxed tummy to it's near-absolute limits, causing her to swell like a helpless water balloon. "Oops..." shuttered the girl with the empty bottle, as she backed away into the crowd. For the moment, though, Jill seemed calm, and content. But then, she felt something deep inside her begin to stir...
Suddenly, Jill's belly gurgled and groaned as it began to softly vibrate. Then, a faint hissing could be heard from within the gargantuan bubble that was Jill's stomach. A girl in the crowd shrieked, "Oh my gosh, she's... blowing up!" Indeed, all of that carbonated soda had mixed with the gassy sauce and cheese combination, and was transforming rapidly into gas. "H-Help... me... please..." mumbled Jill, but it was too late. The poor girl was doomed. She inflated quickly past any kind of safe limits, and was had begun to creak like a balloon left on an open helium tank. Soon, her entire body started to expand. Her breasts filled up to the size of beach balls, and nearly smothered her as they tore out of her tiny shirt and threatened to bust her constricting bra. Her butt and thighs plumped , and she yelped at the feeling of her overly-strained panties cutting into her ever-tightening flesh. Her calves rounded out until they were big and shiny, and ever her hands and feet bloated up to the point where her finger and toe nails struggled to hold on. Tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks to tickle her incredibly full boobs. She winced in distress as long, red stretch marks formed across the surface of her taut, creamy skin. Her dangerously bloated belly creaked and groaned constantly, and she had become almost transparent. The crowd panicked and started to take cover.
"She's huge!"
"She doesn't have much longer, run!"
"Poor thing, look at her... She's ready to pop!"
"Everybody get back, she's gonna blow!"
Jill was now at critical mass. Her body simply could not hold another ounce of anything, food, soda, or gas. She'd grown so big, that she nearly rubbed the ceiling with her belly button, which had popped out from the pressure. She was leaking slightly from her nails, nipples, and... other places, and small holes even started to form in her over-stretched hide. Then, with no more room to stretch, swell, bloat or expand, Jill got tighter, and tighter, and tighter, until...
KABLAAAAAAAAAM!!
Jill's gigantic belly finally burst like an overinflated balloon! Remnants of food and what was once Jill's athletic body were scattered across the room, coating everyone and everything in the poor, exploded girl. The team mate that had poored the soda sat in shock, and looked around guiltily. Then, everyone turned to Bree, who's belly was still full and tight... | null | [
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The Psi-Drake Wars
Ilia moaned softly, a spasm wracked her body, followed by a wet, sticky sound. The near comatose girl had changed again, and not in a productive way either. Her elder sister, Rali, mopped her brow with a damp cloth.
"That was her tail emerging." rumbled a deep, but gentle voice from behind Rali, the Psi-Drake known as Samantha. Rali knew the creature's true name was unpronounceable by the human tongue, so like most of her race, the huge draconic humanoid took a name given by her summoner, in this case Ilia.
"I am sorry, my lady, but Mistress Ilia is nearing the point of no return. Soon breaking her bond to me will not stop her change. Once she reaches that point, her transformation will accelerate. She will live, Lady Rali, but as one of my race."
Rali nodded, it was the risk a summoner took when a Psi-Drake was summoned under the power of an individual. A circle of summoners could call and bind many of the extraplanar dragonkin, the plane's power flowing through them in only tiny amounts. The more in the circle, the less energy each caster was given from the Drake. Twenty summoners could call and bind twenty Psi-Drakes without risking energy transformation.
The energy flows directed themselves at different aspects of the summoner's life essence, never did two flows cross. Beyond a certain point, they began to cross, energy flowing from one to the other like arcs of electricity over closely placed wires. Draw too much on the energy of the Drachenplane, and you risked becoming one of its creatures yourself.
That was what Ilia had been counting on. The two sisters, one a mage, the other a warrior, had been fleeing their homeland, Drow and the servitor races of Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, and other less intelligent creatures, had swarmed up from the depths of Onerana, out of the twisted forests and planes that the civilized races of the plane had managed to drive the creatures into.
They had come with powerful draconic creatures under their control. The skies were soon darkened with the pitch black rain clouds that some of the creatures could exhale, blocking the sunlight and allowing the sensitive eyes of creatures the lived in the depths of the earth to fight on the surface.
There were so many of the creatures, scaled monstrosities that were little more than animals, serving as engines of destruction. Powerful mages, skilled warriors, stealthy and silent assassins, all could be brought with a simple summoning spell. But such power came with a price. Each Psi-Drake had a spiritual link back to the Drachenplane, which went through its summoner, suffusing them with the draconic soulstuff that swirled unformed around the barriers of the plane.
Open the flow too far, and you would slowly start to become a Psi-Drake yourself. You could be bound, but unlike those called, you could not be unsummoned or banished. Nor could those that you had summoned, though a majority of the summoners had to be transformed if the drakes summoned by a circle were to stay.
Ilia had no choice but to summon on her own, she would die otherwise. She had been bitten by a serpent warrior, the Drake's venom flowing through her body, sapping her strength. It wasn't a physical toxin, but a magical one, and all those that could heal were called into service to defend Onerana from the Drow and their thralls.
So Samantha had been summoned, not a warrior of great skill or a mage of limitless, but a scholar of medical lore. Or she had been, once. She had been summoned many times, cast back into her home plane after her callers had asked her questions, by her summoner's death, or by the banishment spells of an opposing foe. Both surface dwellers and the Underdark hordes used the Drakes now. In the years of conflict, Samantha had grown into a powerful creature, her body's natural growth accelerated by the magic used to keep her in Onerana.
"Th-thirsty." murmured Ilia. Rali nodded to Samantha, understanding. The few spells the Psi-Drake could cast bound the two together even more. The Drake had pulled as much of Ilia's pain into herself as she could, also managing sort of tie a knot in the flow of Drachenplane energy into her summoner. It had been nearly a week since Ilia had been bitten, six days since Samantha had been summoned. Without the Drake's assistance, Ilia would have passed away, or been consumed by her transformation several days prior.
"I hunger, my lady, might you attempt to hunt again?" the Drake purred, shifting her loincloth. Rali nodded and turned away, picking up her bow and walked out of the ruined temple that the three of them had taken refuge in. Taking on the effects of the poison herself was draining on Samantha, and required that she eat a great deal more than usual. But as a side effect Ilia grew more and more dependant on the Drake to provide her sustainable.
The summoner couldn't keep anything down that Rali could acquire by hunting or foraging. Water that wasn't at the Drake's body temperature was similarly rejected by Ilia's stomach. Ilia's 'feeding' was performed with the human's mouth and the hermaphrodite Drake's manhood. Rali couldn't stand to watch the sight of it.
In the end the transformation of a summoner to a Psi-Drake was the only thing that could possibly keep Ilia alive. Psi-Drakes were immune to the venom, or at least Samantha's species were. The changes were unpredictable, but the hope that the immunity trait would come before Ilia reached the point where the Drachenplane energy in her body was self sustaining was all they had.
The progress of the poison had slowed, the angry purple-black glow in Ilia's veins had dimmed and ceased to spread with Samantha's intervention. Ilia would live, Rali knew that. But neither wanted it to be as a creature that could be bound to another, forced to obey without hesitation at their whim.
Psi-Drakes took traits from those that bound them, Samantha had told her that, and had shown it was well. The Drake's silvery-blue crystalline scales were tainted in places with pitch black coloration, her blue mane pure white everywhere but the tips. A series of rapid summonings and returns by male Drow wizards transforming her from a shy scholar to their House Matron's personal plaything.
Samantha's time under Drow captivity was easily seen with the sheer number of small horns and spines that were once piercings. They ran in two parallel rows up her legs and sides, another set down her back and tail, more of them on the outside of her forearms. The Drake's thin skin had become tough scales, and the magical conduciveness of the Mythril piercings had fused them to her body after repeated summonings.
Rali could imagine what they were used for, to bind and restrain the Drake, able to bind her with ribbon, any struggling causing her pain. Samantha had not been well used by her Drow summoners. There was little fight in the creature, and little free will either. The Drake would keep her eyes to the ground, call her summoner 'Mistress,' and everyone else 'My Lord' or 'My Lady.' The look in her eyes was heartbreaking, she was perpetually on the verge of crying. She would take fault for everything, and if Rali seemed upset, would offer to let the warrior beat her.
The Drake seemed almost insistent on it, she would tell Rali that it would make the warrior feel better, and that it was alright to strike her. If Samantha hadn't been bound to Ilia, Rali might have done just that. Psi-Drakes were responsible for her sister's fragile condition, and the warrior desperately wanted to take out her frustrations on one. But the moment Ilia no longer needed the creature, Samantha was fair game.
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Ilia purred softly, the sound mimicking that of Samantha, as the transforming human lay snuggled up in the nine foot tall biped's arms. The summoner's belly was full, and the Drake had felt just wonderful pleasure in the act. Samantha stroked Ilia's forehead gently with a taloned finger, "Do you feel better, Mistress Ilia?" she rumbled.
"I do." the human said, barely above a whisper, "I'm feeling a bit better. Not as dizzy or achy. I wouldn't want to try walking just yet, but I think my fever is going down."
Samantha nodded, lifting up the blanket that covered Ilia and checking the discoloration caused by the poison. It seemed to be lessening. The Drake activated her mage-sight, looking over her summoner, and found that the glow of magic that ought to be present had vanished. "The poison is gone, Mistress."
"Good." Ilia said softly, "That means that I can drink your milk again."
The Drake's lactation was a result of her being bound by Renakana, summoned by several sitters on the Council of Matrons to tell them of Psi-Drake history, physiology, and spirituality. It was never for more than an hour or two, and none seemed to be bothered by their acquisition of Psi-Drake traits. They were kind, and had treated her well, they were also all pregnant.
Renakana that delved deeply into their own hearts sometimes happened upon a hidden power, a strength granted by their goddess to strengthen those who were with child. Warriors could find themselves flying into a powerful rage, or have their reflexes enhanced. Mages found a greater effect to their spells, and a clarity of mind that was not present before.
Unlike the Drow, the Renakana seldom kept a Psi-Drake bound for very long, only to accomplish the tasks that were needed. To the great felines, summoned Psi-Drakes were allies, not slaves. With each summoning, the Drake found that she wished to stay with them, and not to return to the Drachenplane. She had spent most of her time on Onerana since the Psi-Drake War, as they called it here, had begun. She had been at the House Matron's side for five years, and now thought of Onerana as her home.
Ilia no longer needed her. Samantha could be unsummoned, and the human could be saved from the fate of one day being bound to the will of another mage. The Drake gently pushed Ilia's head away from her breast. "No, Mistress. You mustn't take in any more Drachen essence. You have to unsummon me."
The mage shook her head, "Nuh uh. You're soft, and warm, and you taste so good." the human purred, "I'm keeping you."
"You can't, Mistress. Please, I don't want you to be bound like I was. And you will be. The summoning rituals will get you almost immediately. Both sides actively summon newly changed Psi-Drakes, in hopes of acquiring a summoner from the other side, or saving on of their own from a similar fate." Samantha protested.
"I bet you know a way to prevent me from being bound." Ilia said, feeling her strength beginning to return.
Samantha nodded reluctantly, she could not lie to her summoner. "Yes, Mistress Ilia, I do, but it would alter the bond between us, it would strengthen it, and it would go both ways. You and I would never be unbound from one another. You would fully become a Psi-Drake like me, you wouldn't be a human any more, not even as a base."
"But I would gain Psi-Drake traits? The strength, the innate magical power, the long life?"
Samantha nodded again, "But you would no longer be my mistress you would be my..." Samantha grasped for the word, and when she found it, she was hesitant to say it. "My equal. You would be degrading yourself, Mistress, lowering yourself to the level of a... a..."
"Of a high born scholar Drake who was summoned, enslaved, and had be mind and spirit broken by the Drow. It's not a problem, Samantha. Tell me how do to it." Ilia said.
"My brood pouch. It is meant to hold offspring, but it can also create them." Samantha said, looking down at the ground. The Psi-Drake brood pouch as a sort of modified second stomach, originally meant for holding their eggs, keeping them incubated at the right temperature, and safe from predators, as well as keeping young Psi-Drakes safe from the elements and predators as well. They also worked well for carrying goods, and on occasion, people. Ilia and Rali had spent a night inside of Samantha when the weather had turned for the worse, becoming an icy downpour that the two humans would have frozen to death in, but not the elementally resistant drake.
"It will only work with my bound summoner, and I cannot do it without permission. The ability is known to few of my people, and fewer still know the way to trigger the process. I advise against it, Mistress."
"Is there another way?" Ilia asked.
"No, Mistress. There is something similar, but it would only work if you didn't have any advanced outward traits."
With Ilia's transformed arms and legs, which were fully scaled and reshaped, as well as her new, fully grown tail, the mage had been passed that point several days prior. Ilia suddenly moaned loudly, shivering, scales appearing on her shoulders, belly, and back. Both summoner and Drake felt a shift in the flow of energy.
"That was it. I'll change no matter what now." Ilia said with a smile, "You have to do it now, or else I'll be summoned and bound, like you were."
Samantha nodded, "As you wish, Mistress." the Psi-Drake said sadly, licking her lips.
Ilia's clothes had long since been torn away by her transforming body, only the blanket covering her, which Samantha cast aside. The Drake's tongue caressed the human's face, shoulders, arms, back, and breasts, slow licks leaving slick saliva on the mage's body.
Samantha gave her mistress one last pleading look, to which Ilia shook her head, "No, you said it yourself, there's no other option."
The Drake leaned forward, her jaws opening wide, her draconic mouth sliding over the human's raised arms, down past her head. Ilia moaned softly, the dragonkin's warmth spreading over her. Samantha lifted the human with her hands, tilting her head back, letting gravity aid in her swallowing of Ilia.
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The mage went down easily, her thin, five foot frame giving the Drake little difficulty. Samantha gasped at the burst of arousal that accompanied the act. Taking eggs or young into one's pouch meant that you were perfectly available for breeding again. The Drake closed her eyes, concentrating. The entrance to the brood pouch closing by muscular contraction. Ilia would quickly find herself falling asleep, and thus unable to escape. But it was best for Ilia's safety if nothing else could find its way into the pouch while it was functioning as a secondary womb.
The Psi-Drake purred happily at the sensation of fullness, stroking her rounded belly. She had been forbidden from bearing hatchlings in the Drachenplane, the alterations the Drow had performed had made certain that the Breeder's Guild found her too impure for reproduction. It had never really bothered Samantha before, but the feeling of a fat, round middle several nights before, though it had simply been two humans in her pouch rather than a pregnancy, had excited Samantha beyond anything she had felt before. She actually felt longing for sex, a lustful desire that she had thought forever stripped away with her cruel treatment at Drow hands.
Samantha smiled for the first time in a long time. She was going to have a baby, kind of. Though Ilia would emerge at the size she was now, maybe a little bigger. But she was still going to be Samantha's hatchling. The Psi-Drake could no longer be summoned, or unsummoned. Her summoner was a part of her at the moment, and once Ilia's changes began, the blood and flesh of the two would mix for a time. They would be one body, summoner and summoned creature one and the same.
She no longer had, nor would ever again need, a mistress. She no longer needed to obey the instructions the Drow had seared into her mind. Ilia had found her behavior unsettling from the start, so Samantha would do her best to learn how to think and act for herself. Best of all, she could remain in Onerana forever, no longer able to be banished either. Samantha would go and live amongst the Renakana. She loved the wonderful, sweet, caring, soft, snuggly feline people. They were so loving and kind, and fun. The Psi-Drake particularly liked how they slept, close friends and family snuggled up together.
Her hand found its way to her manhood, stroking it slowly, savoring the pleasurable sensations that shot through her body. Sex felt so good when it wasn't forced upon you by your summoner. She was never allowed to play with herself unless her summoner ordered. Even when in the Drachenplane, Samantha had refrained from self-stimulation, just in case any of the Drow that had known her summoned her again, and asked her if she had broken the rules the House Matron had instructed her to follow.
She imagined the Matron bound as Samantha had been, forced to beg and plead for it, to be brought near the edge of climax so many times, only to have it cruelly yanked away from her. The Matron bound, helpless, and disgraced, admitting that she was nothing more than a wet little bitch for fucking, a creature who existed only to please her mistress. Samantha would slowly thrust into her, inch by slow, agonizing inch until...
"What the hell are you doing?" Rali growled, seeing the Psi-Drake laying on the stone slab where he sister had been resting when the warrior had gone out to hunt. "You didn't eat Ilia, did you?!" she demanded, sword out, pointed at Samantha's throat.
"Kind of, she's inside me. In my brood pouch. She's changing, becoming a Psi-Drake, becoming my hatchling." Samantha purred, not stopping her self pleasure, one hand on her cock, the other rubbing slow circles on her belly.
"Spit her out. Now." the human warrior snarled.
Samantha chuckled softly, "Can't. My pouch has sealed itself. She can't be removed until she's become a Psi-Drake. She is my anchor, tying me here, making Onerana my home. We will share blood, summoner and summoned mixing. I will be both in one, and so shall she. Never having to know the terror of having your will ripped from you by an evil master or mistress. She is safe, happy, and content to be reborn as my hatchling."
"I don't think so. I think you bewitched her. She wished to become one of you only as far as curing the poison within her body."
"Which occurred, however she passed the energy threshold. She would become like me, with or without my presence. But this way she will serve no one." Samantha said with a smile, completely ignoring the blade.
"You lie. Since you refuse to set her free, I'm going to have to cut her out of you!" Rali growled, swinging her blade, only to find a shock traveling through her arms, as if she had struck solid, immobile stone.
Summoned and unsummoned, bound to perhaps hundreds of summoners, huge amounts of magical energy poured into her body, Samantha was much stronger, much quicker, and much smarter than she seemed. One black scaled hand gripped the blade of Rali's sword without harm. The dragonkin's other hand grabbed both of the human's.
The Drake sat up, curling her tail around the human's ankles. "Such an act would most certainly end her life, and I will not allow my mistress and daughter to come to harm. But you are her kin, and thus should not be harmed. But then again I cannot have you scheming and plotting to 'free' her from me. So you shall truly experience what it is like for a Drake of my power to bewitch someone... UUUUUH... UUUUUUN!" Samantha grunted, her cock erupting, her thick, white seed splattering all over the human's face and chest, dripping down her body.
Rali spit the thick, salty-sweet fluid from her mouth, her eyes clamped shut, feeling it run down her face. It tingled, and she felt something strange. It felt like her armor was getting lighter. With a few clanks and the wet noise of liquefying leather sloughing off her body, Rali realized that such was the case. In moments she was completely naked. Her sword was pulled from her hands and thrown aside as a strange warmth began to seep into her, aiming right for her loins.
The warrior felt her mind fogging, thoughts of desire and lust pushing away those of anger and combat. She opened her mouth to protest, only to find it filled with one of the Psi-Drake's nipples.
She felt the Psi-Drake lift her up. Rali's legs spread seemingly of their own volition, wrapping around Samantha's cum covered belly. The warrior pulled her head back and cried out as the creature's prick was forced into her. Her cry was muffled as the Drake shoved Rali's head against her breast. The human couldn't breath, and was forced to inhale, bringing a trickle of sweet milk into her mouth with it.
Rali now realized why Psi-Drake milk was so prized, it tasted so good. She couldn't stop herself from suckling, she needed more. The human drank it down hungrily, suddenly feeling famished. She barely felt the pangs of pain and pleasure as the Psi-Drake fucked her, all that mattered was the milk, and that she keep taking in more of it.
Time soon lost its meaning, seconds and minutes evaporating into nothingness, Rali's world narrowing to the teat in her mouth, and the ache in her belly. There were pleasant feelings of warmth as the Psi-Drake came into her, again and again, and even more wonderful shivers of pleasure that Rali couldn't quite identify, usually occurring along with the sudden warmth.
The human whimpered as Samantha pulled her head away, only to find that she was being shifted around a little, allowed to nurse from the other breast. Rali was dimly aware that the amount of milk she took in was far too much than she ought to be able to handle, as well as far more than ought to be able to be contained in the Drake's breasts, large though they may be.
She felt herself drifting of to sleep, still nursing from the drake. She awoke feeling a dreadful chill on her naked body. She felt fine now, except for a strangeness in her mind, and the chill.
Rali opened her eyes, looking around. Her belly felt funny, large, clumsy, full. She heard sloshing as she sat up. Her belly was massive and round, filled with the Drake's milk. Rali found she had been sleeping between Samantha's legs. She founds her gaze going to the creature's cunt, the deep blue lips looking wet, swollen, and somehow inviting.
"Go ahead, little one," Samantha purred, "You've been in my brood pouch, so you know how warm I am inside. It's where your sister is after all, and the two of you are never apart for long. I would have brought you in sooner, but I decided that you would need the nutrition of my milk for your change. You will accompany Ilia as you always have, as her warrior guardian. I think the form of a War Wyvern ought to grant you the strength to do so nicely. Be big and powerful, make sure no one ever lays a hand on Ilia, hmm?"
"Ilia." Rali said softly, smiling. She knew that this was wrong somehow, that she shouldn't be doing this. But she was so cold, and Ilia was inside, and she needed to be with Ilia. She didn't see how she would be able to fit into the Drake's sex, but she found that the slick, wet, warm lips parted easily before her fingers, her arms easily sliding up to the elbow.
"Mmm... warm..." Rali purred in Psi-Drake fashion, pushing in deeper, feeling the chill begin to vanish as she put her head in. Samantha's tail curled between her legs, helping to push her in, the Drake's smooth scales rubbing deliciously against Rali's own cunt. The human's tongue left her mouth, lapping at the warm, slick walls, wanting to return the favor. She heard the drake moan with pleasure, felt her buck her hips.
Rali giggled and began to wriggle a little, continuing her crawl forward. She felt her breasts slide in with a slurping sound. The human wondered how Samantha was going to manage to get her big, milk filled belly in, but somehow the two managed. The feeling of her full tummy rubbing against the Drake's slick inside made Rali moan with pleasure, as did the replacement of the tail between her legs with the Psi-Drake's fingers.
They pushed her in deeper, until Rali's hips had disappeared into the Drake, where Samantha began fingering herself, the Drake's sex now had a good enough grip to pull Rali in deeper and deeper on its own. She felt Samantha growing warmed around her, gripping her tight for a moment and pulling her forward, then relaxing.
Rali could hear Samantha's cries of pleasure, muffled by the dragonkin's body but still audible, she found they were in time with her own twinges of pleasure, her moth... the Drake's increasing heat feeling better and better on her belly.
She felt everything going foggy again, everything except her belly and loins. Her pleasured mirrored Samantha's own. Rali moaned loudly, finding it escaping her mouth in bubbles. A powerful white hot sensation of pleasure filled her entire being, forcing her to suck in a deep breath, fulling the fluid into her lungs. She barely felt her mother moving, her back arching as she climaxed, pulling the soon to be Wyvern fully into her womb.
The fog continued to build, but the wonderful feeling remained. Rali felt her body growing heavy, weary, tired. It was time to sleep. Sleep inside her mommy. No... she had to find Ilia! Rali wriggled, feeling around until she found a place where the wall felt different, felt a round bulge in the wall. Her hands could barely make out the shape, but it felt liked a curled up human. Shoulders and hips were in the right place.
Rali mmmed softly, snuggling up against her sister through the barrier that separated them. She didn't need to worry, Mommy would protect them both while they were inside. Mommy was making everything better. The sleepy girl kissed her sister on the cheek through the membranous wall that divided them, felt the faint vibration of Ilia's purring, and curled up to sleep.
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Samantha purred just as happily, her belly well rounded with the presence of two humans inside of her, and belly that would only grow larger as the two girls inside transformed, one becoming a Psi-Drake biped like her mother, and the other becoming a massive, powerful dragon that would make sure that no harm would come to her new mother, or her sister.
The pregnant Psi-Drake yawned, curled up into a ball, and and rolled Ilia's blanket up into a ball, using it as a pillow. She hugged her belly, caressing it. "I wonder how the Drow would react," Samantha said with a chuckle, "If they knew that this was what a Psi-Drake was supposed to do with her summoner."
She yawned again and closed her eyes. Tomorrow she would begin the journey North to Renakana lands. The Council of Matrons, she was sure, would be incredibly interested in the things that Samantha had known, but had could not reveal unless she was asked. Until now that was. Poor Drow, little did they know that the war was about to be over, and that they were going to end up as soft, sweet, fuzzy, obedient Renakana kittens.
The Psi-Drake giggled at the thought. The Matrons likely had enough Drachenplane energy built up inside of them to cast the spells that would make it work. The abilities that had converted the Drachenplane into an entire world filled with scaled, draconic creatures. These gifts would be much better utilized in the handpaws of Renakana. Sweet, caring, loving, felines. They wouldn't set up a breeding guild and force their citizens to be summoned by magic to other planes, in order to bring more worlds into the Drachen Empire. Nuh uh. The Renakana would be nice, and sweet, and wonderful. They would snuggle and love the Drow into submission. They wouldn't make an empire, just lots and lots of new black furred kittens with white hair.
Samantha was quite sure that her first mistress would make an exceptionally cute kitten, and if anyone needed love and snuggles, it was that ice-cold Drow she-bitch. The Psi-Drake would make sure that particularly unpleasant Drow was gobbled up and turned into a happy little kitten personally. Or a hatchling. Perhaps one of her daughters would be up to the task? "Yes... that would be nice." the proud mother-to-be said to herself as she drifted off to sleep. | null | [] | {
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The darkness closed in on Theodore as he descended the spiraling staircase. The feeble light of the torch seemed to be swallowed up by the oppressive blackness, barely illuminating the crumbling, damp stone. With each step, the darkness and must grew as the staircase wound to its final destination. A great chamber lay beyond, its ceiling and even walls well outside the paling light of the torch.
Theodore needed no light to know what lay outside the flickering sphere of his vision. The bones of thousands rested here, a cathedral of bone. The architect of the ossuary was lost to history, the construction ancient beyond reckoning. Few clues remained to suggest the identity or fate of those at rest here. For some time it lay buried and forgotten, even planted over until the unnatural barrenness of the soil prompted the villagers who dwelt above to contact a priest.
Nothing could live here, not when so strong an aura of death permeated everything. Theodore could feel the slow rotting of his flesh as he stayed past his short welcome in this place. The air grew stale in his lungs and the walls felt as though they were closing in. Whatever malign energy took up residence here wished to keep the souls and bodies of the departed to itself. It sensed the threat posed by the interloper and sought to expel him by any means, something the black-robed intruder absolutely could not allow. He paid no heed and began the ritual, building his sanctuary from powdered silver sprinkled atop the bone floor.
The proper protections in place, Theodore meditated, summoning forth the concentration and energy needed to expel the spirits. He used their power against them, focusing his mind on the utter blackness and silence that defended the tomb from bandits and others of weak will. The dead held no power over the living but what the living gave them, empowering them with their fear, hatred, and sadness. All that was required to overcome their power was to reject it, embracing the coldness of death and the silence of the grave to chase out fear and calm the living heart. The caster retreated into his own mind, allowing the silence to prepare his mind for the trial to come.
Clack
The sound of bonen-bone echoed around the room, deafening after the silence of the catacomb. A strangled cry followed, the soft voice a woman unmistakable against the echoing clack of falling bone. Theodore sighed as he struggled to regain his lost concentration before the spirits could harvest his aggravation at being disrupted. He focused again on his breathing, calming himself and rebuilding his meditative state.
Clack crash CRASH.
His eyes shot open, glaring balefully towards the point of the sound, his fragile concentration shattered by the repeat interruption.
"Sophia, knock it off and show yourself immediately."
A moment later, a second figure appeared in the catacomb. Her form was translucent white, illuminated from within by unearthly energies. Her appearance was that of a maiden in her prime, clad in a long and finely-sewn gown and the finery of a woman of good standing. White hair reached to her ankles, suspended unnaturally as if floating in water. Her feet likewise hung suspended, toes dangling inches from the ground. The apparition was beautiful beyond description, save for the faint pink flush covering her body and clothing and the look of complete embarrassment marring her flawless, porcelain face.
"Sophia, what are you doing here? I told you it wasn't safe for you here. You need to be at home"
"I know, honey, but I get so bored when you're not there. I thought if I was quiet and stayed out of sight, I wouldn't be a bother to you."
Theodore watched her blankly, unable to understand what part of "dangerous" she didn't understand. He was performing an exorcism on the entire area and she was a ghost. She had been rather needy ever since they met a year ago, but this was getting ridiculous. Chasing her out of his luggage before trips was one thing, but interrupting a potentially dangerous spell was something else completely. They would need to have a good, long talk about this when they got home.
"Go upstairs and wait for me. You don't want to be here when I perform the ritual. I'll finish up here and start preparing the corpses. Make sure the villager's skeletons are ready to go. I'll need some help getting all of these bones back home."
The life of a necromancer was not an easy one. He really struck gold tonight, though. There had to be at least a thousand skeletons down here, not to mention the villagers he "appropriated" earlier. With Sophia's help, his little army of undead terrors was growing larger every day. The other necromancers made fun of him for choosing a ghost to be his lieutenant and then almost immediately falling for her. They won't be laughing when they're skeletons. With a smile, the necromancer refocused, hoping to get this over with before dinner.
Theodore undid his collar and stripped of his priest's robes. Such deceptions were necessary when dealing with commoners, though he did occasionally feel bad for disguising as a priest, particularly when they begged him for salvation as he turned them into unliving minions. Misunderstood, not evil, he reminded himself. It was for the best, really. No one in his territory ever died of plague or famine, and he got to have plague zombies. It was a win for both sides. Really. They should be thanking him.
He also felt a little bad about his argument with Sophia. She seemed devastated when he asked her to leave him alone when he was working. It was for her own good, but that did little to assuage his guilt. She was all alone when he was gone, just like she had been for most of her unlife. Still, she needed to learn her place as his assistant, lover or not.
He dressed in a shirt and pants, checking himself in the mirror before heading out. Unlike his fellow necromancers, Sophia appreciated his muscular and athletic body. He only wore robes when he needed to. In the living room, she prepared dinner in a pot suspended above the fire. With his help, she learned to better control her form, giving her a degree of selective corporeality. She still couldn't lift heavy objects, but she could still pass through walls when she wanted and could now generally perform simple manual tasks without magic.
Crash
Generally. He stood back as she collected the remnants of the bowl and struggled to clean the splattered soup. He had offered many times to help or assign a skeleton to her aid, but she refused each time. She enjoyed being a homemaker and insisted that she be responsible for all such tasks. It was actually this dedication to the mundane that helped her master physical manifestation so quickly. She disposed of the broken bowl and food before stopping, catching sight of him with the corner of her eye.
"Would master like supper or a bath? Or perhaps...me?"
Where in pandemonium did she hear these things? He did his best to ignore her obvious solicitation. He was incredibly hungry and still had fifty score skeletons to animate. Her rejected her as gruffly as possible before taking his seat at the table. She said nothing as she served him, probably hurt by his crass remarks. He would have to remember to apologize later.
The soup was good, at least as good as it could be when made by someone literally lacking the senses of taste and smell. She must have been a cook of some skill in life, though her memories were hazy and incomplete. He finished quickly, intent to return to work and stood, falling immediately to the floor, chair and all.
"Not so fast, dear. Your bones have sat for years, certainly they can wait a bit longer, can't they?"
A quick test revealed what Theodore had feared. His legs strained against the mysterious bonds about his ankles and knees, tying him to the legs of the chair. He lay on his side, still atop his seat as the restraints twisted and tightened, crawling up his body like a snake. Bundles of translucent white crawled up his thighs and around his waist and wrists. His eyes followed the strands of white to the scalp of his girlfriend-cum-captor. Her hair pulled on his waist, dragging his pants down to mid-thigh while she sat on the table and watched. The tips of her hair crawled slowly up his shaft, twisting and squeezing around his hardening mast.
"Excited already, are we? I think this is what you have wanted all along, isn't it? You know you don't need to play hard-to-get, don't you? You could ask for this whenever you want."
Before he could answer, a rag floated into his mouth, driven by telekinetic force. He choked against the gag but could do little to expel it. The hair wrapped gently but firmly around his now-hard cock, stealing away his strength and will to resist. Each strand moved independently, wrapping and squeezing him as if braiding itself around his shaft. The probing appendages met at the base of his head, circling around and knotting itself it place like laces on a roast.
"It looks so pretty, trussed up like that. I bet it feels wonderful, too. Every twitch, every pull only tightens my grip, doesn't it? I bet it's driving you crazy."
Had he not been gagged, he may have attempted a retort. Instead, all that came out was a whimper that spoke more of pleasure than protest. The braid rippled in place, contracting from root to head in a slow wave before traveling back down. The sensation was unique by not exceptionally stimulating even as her speed increased. There was no friction, simply a pleasant tightness that caressed him unlike anything else he ever felt. The knot about his head grew tight, sliding ever-so-slightly up and down his frenulum and pulling his skin taught.
"Look at you leaking like that. Don't pretend you can't feel the dew gathering on your tip. Here, let's get you upright and see what we can do about that."
Sophia, weak though her body may be, possessed more than enough magic to right the chair, depositing him with all four legs on the ground. She sat on the table before him, body phasing through the soup bowl from which he just ate. His eyes followed up her legs from her toes that rested weightlessly on the chair to her thighs, crossed at the knee. Just beyond lay her sex, bared but not visible through her legs. She sat slightly back on her hands, thrusting out her firm stomach and pert breasts. Her nipples lay hidden just behind her hair, pushing out stiffly. Her expression was a mixture of pride and arousal as she watched him pant and twist in her bondage.
"Like what you see, love? It's been her for you the whole time, if only you would reach for it. But you can't now, can you? Not with your hands tied up like that. Just relax and let me remind you what I can do for you. To you."
Invisible force held his cock still and upright as her big toe prodded his base gently. His cock twitched, tightening the knot below his head just as she promised and adding the barest bit of friction to the slow coiling of her braid. Her toe traced up his cum vein, pushing out a small dollop of precum as it reached his head. His back arched as her first two toes rolled over his head, gathering the lubricant even as it continued to slowly ooze out. Her toes dragged down the underside of his cock, unhindered by the ethereal bands tying it and the invisible force holding it upright against the pressure.
Precum left a trail of wetness down his cock as her toes slid up and down in slow strokes along his shaft. She was gentle but insistent, pausing only to catch his head between her toes and squeeze, jerking up and down on his sensitive crown while tightening her hair. His cock strained against its bonds as it swelled with blood that could find no escape, dying it purple and red. Her second foot joined in, rolling and twisting over his head as she continued to stroke him. Her feet passed through each other, their slow march of pleasure not interrupted by something as mundane as physical limitation. Precum flowed without obstruction, an irrefutable sign of his approaching climax. Her eyes fixed on his as he shook and gasped, moans strangled by the rag in his mouth. Her hands held and groped her breasts, tugging and gently twisting her own nipples before sliding down her stomach and disappearing between her legs. Not being able to see as her fingers worked her cunt only made the situation more erotic. Her arousal leaked out into the soup bowl as she fingered herself.
Her feet synchronized with her hands, stroking and rubbing faster as she masturbated faster. Her breath came as quickly as his, shaking her shapely breasts with every sharp movement. Despite her obvious arousal, her feet never faltered, never slowed. She stroked him intently, eyes darting between his face and jumping cock. He was close and they both knew it. She pushed harder, wrapping her toes around his shaft as she stroked, focusing on his head for a while before sliding all the way down the length of his cock. Her unused strands of hair caressed his testicles, pulling and rolling them in their silken grasp.
Theodore fought against his bonds and the force restraining his dick to thrust into her foot, succeeding only in exciting his lover further with his struggles. He could hear the soft patting of her palm against her mound as she fingered herself vigorously. As she approached her own orgasm, her toes curled around him, squeezing tightly around his shaft. His climax built, sitting in the root of his cock and awaiting a final push to come erupting out. Sensing his imminent release, Sophia trapped both feet around his cock and stroked with all the speed she could manage, trapping his twitching cock between two sets of toes.
His hips thrust forward to deposit his load when she stopped suddenly, hair contracting painfully about the base of his cock and pulling down on his testicles. His seed swelled in his root, his orgasm stifled more effectively than his screams. He thrust furiously against his bonds to no avail, gasping and moaning in frustration and denial. She reached down to gently stroke his cheek, pulling the soaking rag from his gasping mouth.
"You thought you were going to cum, didn't you? Unfortunately, you don't get to cum until you give me what I want. What I need." Her words came slowly as she fought to concentrate amid her own, self-inflicted pleasure. "Tell me you want me, that you'll never let go. That I am yours, now and forever. That you'll never leave me or let me know. Tell me I'm safe. Tell me I'll never be alone again."
Theodore struggled to form coherent words as his body fought against its denied release. He never meant to hurt her, not like this. The past year flashed through his mind as he searched for what pushed his gentle lover so far. He left her alone many times, but she always seemed to understand, telling him that she knew his work came first. If he had known how much she was hurting, he would have never left. He searched for the right words, careful to express what he felt and not just his surging urge to cum.
"I'm sorry I was so selfish. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me. I love you."
Her grip on him slackened at once, freeing his seed. He came explosively, drenching his chest and hers, splattering everything from her feet to her neck in alabaster shine. She gasped as he came, finishing herself off with a quick twist of the hand. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts out as they heaved. They climaxed together, her curling toes extending his orgasm just as his moans and still-erupting seed intensified hers.
She slipped off the table and into his lamp, panting with him. She kissed and licked along his collar bone and up his neck as she held him close. Her hot, soaking cunt lay bear against his leg, juices trickling down his leg and tingling with unnatural energy. His thigh grew hot where her fluids coated it, an interesting side-effect of exposure to sexual ectoplasm. His eyes laid closed as her hands massaged his chest and arms until he felt something hard press against his lips. He opened them to see a bowl parting his lips, the shimmering silver contents flowing out and into his mouth.
He coughed and sputtered as he drank her tasteless fluids. The warmth spread down his throat with unnatural speed as if being propelled by external force. It traveled down his chest and past his stomach, sitting in a hot lump at the base of his cool, soft member before slowly trickling in. He grew hard, much harder than before as the tingling traveled up his shaft, pushing it to hardness. It occurred to him a second later that it was not his blood pouring into his cock, but rather her juices, filling and hardening inside of him, warming his skin to a fevered heat.
"Didn't know I could do that, did you? My pussy juice is a part of my body, just like any other limb. I don't have the time to wait for you to get ready for round two on your own. I think this is going to feel better for us both, anyway."
Being a necromancer was hard. Not even conjurers had to worry about having their dicks haunted by obsessive girlfriends. Even still, there was nothing in the world that he would trade this enrapturing intimacy for. His cock continued to swell as more and more of her essence poured into it until it was larger and harder than ever before, standing at least an inch taller than it did just a few minutes ago. Her hair untied itself, allowing his cock to bounce and hang of its own volition, free from her grip but now even more under her control.
Closer to his lover than ever before, Theodore could feel her arousal in the energy that filled his throbbing cock. It became unbearable as she placed her hips above his shaft, straddling him and preparing for entry. Overcome by the urge to thrust deep inside her, he nearly missed the soft smile of genuine satisfaction she wore as her hand guided him to her folds before they swallowed him whole.
Her cool walls squeezed tightly around him, stretched past their ordinary limits by his unnaturally rigid cock. She sank down his length, her lips eagerly accepting inch after inch. Her form, though tinted red with arousal, was clear-enough for him to see his cock sink deeper and deeper inside her insubstantial body.
His size gave her no pause as she came to rest on his lap, with his full length embedded inside her. She paused, content for the moment with just feeling his fullness inside of her. She reached down, tracing the outline of his cock on her skin with a finger. With her other hand, she cupped his cheek, stroking him gently.
"This is how it was meant to be, my love."
Her declaration was punctuated by movement as her hips lifted off of his. She stood only a few inches before sitting slowly back down. Her arms wrapped around his head as she slowly thrust him in and out, drawing his head to her bust and wrapping it in spectral flesh. Her cool skin surrounded him, tingling unnaturally as the fell energies fed upon his heat and vitality.
Theodore could feel her breath, cool and damp, upon his neck as she rode him. Her steady breathing was interrupted only by an occasional gasp or whispers of love and eternal devotion. Her pace was slow and steady, better-suited to a night of romance and passion than an afternoon tied to a chair. She licked and nibbled at his ear and down his neck, spreading a thin trail of saliva as she went.
The pace grew with her passions, speeding to a respectable pace that left both gasping in pleasure. When her gasps turned to moans, the necromancer became aware of an altogether new sensation, an unfamiliar swelling in his cock. Looking through his lover, he saw that a thick bulge had formed in his cock, moving up and down his shaft in time with her thrusts. In the throws of passion, she lost control of her form, her body naturally attempting to reclaim its pieces and dragging the ectoplasm that filled his length with it. It traveled along his shaft, locking him inside her like a knot. Her cunt clamped tight around the protrusion, distending visibly as she gripped it tight.
The knot grew as he absorbed her love juices, coming to a size only slightly smaller than his fist. The pressure was unbearable for them both, their lovemaking deteriorating to simple rutting as their passions entwined. Her body began to lose its corporeality as she concentrated only on the pleasure of jerking his knotted cock inside her quivering cunt. Her arms and breasts phased into him, disappearing entirely inside his flesh.
Theodore barely noticed her disappearance, focused entirely on watching his cock swell and impale her repeatedly. He realized something was amiss only when her moans and gasps came from behind him, though he could hardly care about such details when she brought such incredible pleasure. Her thrusts reduced to mere spasms as she struggled to move the knot that joined them together, squeezing his entire length in rippling motions as pleasure overwhelmed her.
She came first, legs slamming shut through his as her body lost substance. Her cunt became the sole focus of her pleasure-wracked mind, squeezing in waves as she directed it to do what the rest of her body could not. Pressure built in his base, held in by the weight of his spectral knot. The pleasure grew with the pressure until he was screaming, practically begging for relief yet pleading for the sensation to never end. The knot moved slowly up his length before catching briefly at the base of his head. He lost his breath, nearly blacking out as his release finally came, rope after rope of semen pushing out the thick wad of ectoplasm with each spasm. He came and came, cock jumping inside her clear walls even after he had nothing of his own left to give. She leaked out of him, her fluids rejoining her body as it oozed from his tip.
His cock deflated slowly as it emptied, drooping when she could no longer manifest even her cunt. His cum mingled with her captive juices, floating still in her ethereal body. She slumped into him, barely catching herself before she fell into the floor, exhausted by her extended manifestation. Her breathing slowed as she teetered on the edge of consciousness. He rubbed her back as best he could as she drifted off, whispering gently into her ear as the last bit of her waking mind faded into sleep.
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ok please keep in mind. this is JUST a story there are some things in it that might be Similar to a persons furrsona or whatever i did not try it. also there is sum stuff that might be offensive. once again its just a story. blah blah this is not for kids yadda yadda yadda. injoy.
"My name is Jake some of my friends just call me "skunk" and I have quite an interesting story to tell I stand about 5'11 and I am a skunk a pretty normal guy but enough about me ill just tell you the story..." he woke up like any other morning stretching his legs and squinting my eyes at the sunlight pouring through the window of his room. He would wrap his tail around himself and grumble wanting to go back to sleep but he knew he had things to do, and then it happened... there was a loud BOOM from outside followed by the sound of screaming and shrapnel hitting the side of his house.
Quickly he would dash down the stairs and run through the front. door to see what had happened to see if anyone was hurt. Yes there was blood but that's not what had caught his eye he was to busy looking at the strange creatures who were marching there way in to his home town "the hell?" he would say squinting to get a better look at them.
They were furless save for the top of there heads and that was very short to begin with. Fleshy looking creatures dressed in green and brown blotchy clothing and carrying large black things that spit fire and threw led rocks making loud banging noises only to cause those in fount of them to fall and bleed. Never before had he seen something so odd nor was he so angered seeing them just come and do as they wished.
It seemed they were capturing some of the fur's living here and dragging them away screaming and clawing. Jake grabbed the dagger from his side and acted with out thought seeing one of the creatures attack his sister and attempt to take her away as well. He would charge at this creature and lunge as it turned around BANG pain shot through his left shoulder but he would not stop. This monster would not harm his family. A glint of steel and a spray of red the creature fell holding its throat and gurgling loudly for its last few moments of life.
He went to his sister and helped her up. "Go run and hide!" he screamed at her turning away to get a better look at this creature he rolled it over on its back and looked it over only to find a name tag reading Richard and a patch on its shoulder that read AREA 13. Tilting his head to the side he would raise a brow wondering what the hell was going on then he heard a shout coming from an unknown voice. "HEY you furry mother fucker! Try this on for size!" Jake would look up only to see the butt of one of those black fire spitters smash him in the muzzle and then blackness...
He awoke for the second time today only this time he was in a small cage among a few others holding some of his friends and family. He took note that his head hurt and was bleeding along with the fact that he was in some strange vehicle bumping around on his way stoneware. "Hey! Wear are you taking us!" Jake would shout at one of the creatures in the with him. The creature would stand and walk over to the cage and spit oh him. "Shut up freak!" it said before reaching through the cage and grabbing shadowed by his throat and yanking him forward causing him to hit his already wounded head on the bars, and once again blackness...
He came to a third time only to find he was now alone and had shackles around his hands and feet. Now enraged by all of this he would growl as a door opened and one of the creatures walked in. And stood in the middle of the room and smirked at him. "I hope you like it here. Though sadly you are to be sold next week and you will work for your keep I don't wanna call you a 'slave' cause nowadays that word is look down aphon but you are an animal and will learn that us men are better than you. So know your place now freak and maybe your life will go a bit more easy, understand?" Jake growled loudly and lunged at the creature only to have his limbs caught and him fall to the ground thrashing to get free not able to reach this monster he so desired to tear apart. The creature laughed and shook its head walking out and closing the door behind him. Jake sat there with only one word reapeating in his head. 'Man'...
A few days had passed he had not eaten nor slept only sat there and his hate his 'lust' to be free grew. The door opened and a man walked in holding one of the fire spitters and struck Jake in the head to knock him out but he did not hit hard enough he was still awake but he played it out laying there and not moving. The man unlocked the shackles and went to lift him. He made his move grabbing the fire spitter and holding it like he had seen the men before the man was stunned and wrestled Jake for it back and then BANG! The mans eyes grew wide as he stared into the now hate fulled eyes of Jake and dropped to the floor writhing for a few moments and then he lay still... dead.
An alarm went off that hurt Jake's ears he ran to the door only to be greeted by three more men. Jake smashed the first in the head with the butt of the fire spitter as another yelled. "The freak has a gun! Shoot him!" gun... that's what these things were called the thought. But none the less he turned and fired at the other two causing blood to spurt from there chests and the fell. Looking down he would see the one he has hit in the face scrambling to grab his gun but he never made it jake made sure of that BANG. In the head. He stopped moving. "You're the freak." Jake said grabbing the extra guns and running down a bright hall only to hear a female screaming. He stopped and opened the door from witch the sounds were coming from. Only to find 4 men trying to rape one of the females he had seen from time to time in the stores around him home she was a small raccoon soft grey and black fur he remembered wanting to talk to her but never got the chance. And now She was fighting and clawing trying to break free from them "leave me alone!" she wailed as one lifted a hand and back handed her across the muzzle. That was enough Jake saw red lifting the gun he fired missing a few times causing the men to look quickly in his direction. "Shit!" one yelled famous last words it seemed. He kept firing at them until the gun went 'click click click...'
He moved over to the female who was crouched in a corner with her head down and her paws over her ears. "Hey..." he said as softly as he could which was hard from all the adrenaline he had pumping through him. "We need to get out of here right now, ok?" he asked. She responded by reaching up and hugging him. "Thank you.." she said. "My names Clare. And your right we need to go but we gotta help the others." Jake gave a nod handing her one of the guns and giving her a quick lesson aim and pull the trigger was pretty much it. "Show me the way there." he said. She gave a quick nod and they left the room back into the bright hallway seeing a few more men coming there way. Jake shoved Clare back into the room as he used the steel door to shield himself from the rounds the men were firing at him. He would stick only the gun around the door and fire blindly in there direction until there firing had stopped. He grabbed Clare's wrist and ran past them not taking the time to look at what he had done.
After a time she pulled away and yelled "stop! Here. Right here is wear they are." Jake gave her a nod and tried to open the door. Locked, he lifted the gun and fired on the lock until it fell open, kicking it inward he looked around to see many of the furries he knew and some he did not locked up in cages.
Clare watched Jake go from cage to cage smashing open the locks giving the others orders setting the stronger males to help carry the ones to wounded to move. She watched him find his sister watched them hug one another glad to see that they were both ok. Clare on the other hand was doing what she could to treat wounds among the others as some barricaded the door. After a time she listened as Jake stood and told everyone that they had to move on that they could not stay here. Clare lowered her head knowing what was about to come and feared it.
Clare followed Jake and the others finding an armory the gun fire blazed hurting her ears making her want to cry for all of this to end. And yet watching Jake take charge watching him fight and kill these men just so they could all go home once more. But everyone knew things would never be the same. She thought about how he had saved her about all he was doing with such passion such rage. But she knew that he had a good heart inside she caught herself thinking about lying with him and looking up at the skies holding one another. Only to have the thought shattered by more gunfire and this time a few of there fellows had fallen. Others had to be drug away from the dead and dying in order to save them. It was all very stressful for everyone.
Jake looked at the others grabbing weapons from the armory and once again showing them point and fire, though they had no clue how to reload the guns. Nor did it matter at this point. He watched Clare watched how she reacted how she moved and cared for the others. Remembering how much he cared for her but never said a word. But this was not the time that had to go. The group moved having short gun battles from time to time from room to room trying to find there way out of this strange place. Bingo the door outside was found they looked around only to find that they were in the middle of a huge facility. The words AREA 13 in large print along side the buildings.
"This way!" Jake shouted pointing towards the exit leading to a large forest type area.He led them all thinking to himself perhaps they were home free. They weren't. The men came in a large group firing at them all blindly it seemed. Why would they do this? What gain were they getting from capturing them and killing them? That was it Jake spun around and ran at the men firing in return wanting only to make them stop and leave him and his kind alone. The others hesitated but soon joined in that fought. The sound of many guns firing the sight and scent of blood filling the air of both furry and man alike. The furries realized soon that after a time the guns only clicked and no longer fired as they did before. The guns were cast aside and many fur's leapt at the men clawing biteing and seemingly thrown into a frenzy of sorts. One tackled a man grabbing him by the sides of his head beating it into the ground until it cracked only to look up and see a gun in his face BLAM the man smirked as the fur dropped. But the mans smirk was slashed away along with his face as another fur had taken him from the side and gored him to death. The fur quickly turning and slashing for anothers throat.
All that could be seen was firing blood claws teeth and rage. After a while it ended the fur's stood there numbers greatly thinned but still alive... the only thing that mattered now.They moved deeper into the woods until they had found a clearing setting up small makeshift buildings and tents which they had looted from the facility. Clare and Jake sat with one another in a small tent as Jake was righting down the events of the day. Placing the book down he would look up at her and smile weakly.
Clare smiled in return as they both tryed to forget about what was going on. Jake spoke first "Clare I.." she cut him off placing a finger over his lips. "I know." she said placing paws on his shoulders and pushing him back onto the ground. They shared one another that night as there bodies moved in unison together. They would moan and clutch at one anothers fur breathing heavily and she moved up and down on him. For the first time that day they felt a peace. As if they were the only ones who existed anymore. Holding one another tightly as they both climaxed in one anothers arms. She would lay her head on his chest listening to his heart beat as she murred contently. As they both looked up through the mesh roof of the tent stareing at the stars holding one another. She had gotten her wish they were together and nothing could change that now. She would look up at him with her soft green eyes. "Jake, I love you. And I can never thank you enough for what you have done today." she said softly. Jake would nod and hold her a bit tighter as they drifted off to sleep.
She awoke to the sunshine pouring through the trees and climed out of the tent. Her fur a tad mussed but she did not mind. She walked up behind jack and tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned around to wrap his arms around her. He spoke. "Clare. I swear that you and I will make it home. And when we do I want you take you as my mate.. I love you." he said looking into her eyes she hugged him tighter still placeing her head on his chest listning to his heart once more.
She was so happy even though they were in this strange place filled with 'men' she had Jake and as long as they were with one another everything would be ok she thought to herself.Then a single shot rang out and Jake loosened his grip on her. No it was not happening not now it couldn't happen. He looked down at her with sad eyes and coughed as blood came from his muzzle. He dropped to his knees. As the other fur's scrambled to defend the small camp they had made the night before. "NO!" she screamed "Jake!" she held him right there in the open as tears streamed down her face. He had been shot in the back and was now dying in her arms he spoke "C-clare...I-I'm so sorry." she shook her head "no your gonna be fine. Your gonna be ok!" se watched him look into her eyes and he did not respond. She shook him "Jake! Jake no don't leave me here! Please!" he was gone... nothing could change that now she held him there and sobbed wanting to know why all this was happening. Another. Male grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away "we gotta go!" he yelled at her as she fought him clawing at the air wanting to stay with Jake "no!" she screamed "we have to help him!" but she knew deep down inside there was nothing anyone could do.
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I woke a few hours later,parched. I stretched a bit and looked at the clock,three AM. I took a drink of my water,squirmed around a bit and looked around my room. It was just the right size for me. The walls were painted blue and a thick white carpet covered the floor. The only furniture to speak of were a small dresser,and my bed. My bed was indescribably comfortable. The first few nights I'd slept on it had felt awkward. I felt like a pet sleeping on it,but soon,it became the most comfortable thing I had. I seemed to sink into the plushy fabric and it would pull me under in five minutes or less. I felt a smile cross my muzzle as my eyes fell shut. The entire room always smelled of the outside,and I liked it that way.Thoughts of what we could do for the GTO filled my head. All the guy had said was,"67 blaze orange Class R3 GTO Hardtop." We were pretty much unlimited in what we could do,as far as engines power and platform goes. "Gonna have to draw it in the morning",I thought as I fell asleep. I woke to the sun coming in through my open window. The birds were chirping and the cool spring air blew through the window over my scales. I smiled as I sat up and let out a large yawn. My door opened and I turned to see my Mom standing there. "Breakfast is ready,she said. "Okay Mom,I said,I'll be down in a minute." Mom left my room,shutting the door behind her. I was reluctant to pull myself out of bed,but I did. I stretched a little more and then went into the bathroom and showered off,polishing my scales until they gleamed(like I said,neat freak,and yes,that refers to me as well). I brushed my teeth and then got dressed. Slipping into a white shirt with holes in it for my wings and a dark brown cargo shorts with a hole in them for my tail. I looked at myslef in the mirror. My polished,jet black and crimson scales stood out against my clothes and my eyes were a very bright green,I thought it suited me perfectly. I stepped back into my room and grabbed my journal from it's spot under the corner of my bed and then went down stairs. The smell of sweet rolls and bacon hit my snout and made my mouth water. As I entered the kitchen,Dad was dishing out the rolls and bacon to my brothers and sister. "No bacon right Seth,Dad asked smiling at me. I felt my ears flop against my neck. "You have no sense of humor son",Dad said handing me a plate. We sat down at the table and began to talk. The conversation was lively,James and Will talked about the upcoming football game,Dad,his promotion and Mom,her new position as a nurse,I,my cars and Taylor,her cheer leading. After breakfast was done and cleaned up,I went up stairs,grabbed my backpack and then went to Jack's house. I touched down lightly in the driveway. The hot concrete made me wish I had something on the soles of my paws. Jack came out to meet me. "The GTO is in the shop,Jack said,as soon as DJ gets here,were going over in her truck." "Have any idea what were doing yet",I asked folding in my wings. "Not really",Jack replied,"you got something?" I smirked,"Yes,I said as I pulled my leather notebook from my backpack and opening it,"have a look." "Oh holy crap Seth,Jack said as his eyes grew wide,you are a crazy,crazy dragon." I laughed as a wide smile crossed my muzzle,"I know,and I'm proud of it." DJ's truck pulled in and we went and got in. The truck was big enough to hold all five of us as long as I was in the front seat,it was the only place that had enough room for my wings and tail. DJ backed out and started for our shop. "Anyone have any thing for the GTO,Tristan asked. "Yeah,Jack said smiling,Seth does." I handed back my notebook without a word. "Ohhh,Tristan said,this is nuts,twin turbo and twin super chargers is one thing,but this..." "Impressed,I asked. "Oh yeah,Tristan replied,"we can always count on you to come through." The ride to the shop was only about ten minutes,when we pulled in,I could see a blaze orange GTO sitting in the garage. "This what we've got to work with,I asked as we got out. "Yeah,DJ said,I've already run it over and it's perfect,no rust,frame damage,or anything." I rubbed my paws together,"Lets get to work then." We each had our parts for the build,I was tasked with the engine,DJ and Josh the suspension,and Jack and Tristan had the platform. The engine I had to work with was a standard,1967 GTO Hardtop engine,it was in great shape,so I saw no need to scrap it. The first thing I did was remove it and strip it down,cleaning it all up and removing the fifty plus years of dried oil and grease. I then built it back up on my work bench and began fine tuning it. I started with the air filter. Air filters remove contaminates from the air entering the engine,help to maintain air temperature,and help it to breathe more freely,which was a top concern,so I installed a pressurized carbon fiber cold air intake system and resonance tuned intake plenum. Next,I did the carburetor. Carburetors provide the fuel flow to the engine and precise timing,as well as extracting power from the fuel that is used. Changes can be as simple as installing a jet kit,or as advanced as changing the fuel pump and installing velocity stacks. Never one to skimp on my work,I installed a multi carburetor set up with multi choke racing carburetors and racing floats to ensure proper needle and and seat operation under high G loads. As well as high flow,stainless steel braided fuel lines and four Intake Velocity stacks on each one to optimize and increase power. I did the ignition next. Ignition upgrades help the engine to burn it's fuel more efficiently to produce power. Adding better coils,spark plugs and ignition wires can make a significant difference in engine power and car performance,so I went with a crank fired racing ignition and individual coils per cylinder and a knock sensor for adaptive timing control. The camshafts were next on my hit list. Upgrading the camshafts would allow the engine breathe more freely and rev to a higher RPM,thus producing more torque and power. The net result is a higher red line and more power in the high RPM range. I installed hollow racing camshafts which feature micro polished cam lobes and solid lifters and lightweight race valves and titanium retainers. Next,was the valves,displacement and pistons,or basically the insides of the engine. Upgraded valves improve intake and exhaust gas flow,allowing the engine to breathe freely and produce greater torque and power. Displacement upgrades make the engine more durable. They also reduce friction and inertia,and make the engine more responsive.The pistons compress the air-fuel mixture in the combustion chamber and convert the heat energy into mechanical energy. I installed larger,lightweight,high strength valves with a multi angle valve grind and larger valve seats for optimizing air flow into the engine. I increased the intake and exhaust ports size and shape,as well as modified the combustion chamber for more efficient flow and combustion. Next,I bored and stroked the engine block,reinforced the deck and resleveed the cylinders and installed a forged,knife edge stroker cam shaft. I also installed custom machined race pistons with performance coatings and gap-less,low tension rings to optimize compression. Next came my favorite thing to install,the Twin Screw superchargers. A super charger is an air pump driven by a belt connected to the engines crankshaft. It provides a major power increase by compressing the air-fuel mixture and then forcing it into the engine at more than atmospheric pressure. The result is more energy per stroke,which makes more power. I installed twin racing Twin Screw superchargers,blue printed for increased efficiency and durability with coat rotors and port housing for intake temperature control and increased flow. The inter cooler came next. An inter cooler is a heat exchanger that cools the hot intake air from a turbo or supercharger before it's forced into the engine. This makes the air-fuel mixture cooler and therefore more dense packing more energy per stroke,and you won't find them on any car that is not super or turbo charged. I installed the largest high flow,bar and plate core racing inter cooler with smother end tanks to reduce air turbulence. Next came one of the most important parts on this car,the oil and cooling systems. Oil and cooling systems help to protect the engine form friction,heat damage and pumping loss. It can include multiple radiators,remote oil reservoirs,baffled oil pans and dry sump oil systems. A dry sump oiling system with remote oil coolers to ensure consistent oil flow under high G loads. I took a step back to admire my work. The red,orange,silver and black engine resting on it's stand perfectly matched the car it would be put into. I took off my sweat soaked shirt and threw it aside. Tristan,Josh and Jack had already done the same and DJ was down to a tank top. We were all red in the face and smelled of oil and grease,but still had a long ways to go. "Let's take five guys",I said over the music that was blaring in the garage. Jack turned off the music and switched n a large fan and Tristan pulled bottles of water out of a cooler as we sat in front of the fan. The air blowing on my bare chest felt extremely cold,but I welcomed it. I moaned as I lay on my back with one leg over the other,putting the soles of my hot paws against the fan. "How much farther do you guys have to go",I asked pouring the water down my throat and over my snout. "Josh and I just got the suspension out,DJ said,now we have to install the upgraded rods and shocks." "Jack and I have to finish tearing out all of that crap from the inside,Tristan said,and then install the roll cage and all the gauges and other readouts." "I still got the exhaust and turbos left,I said panting a little. After around thirty minutes of sitting around the fan,the music came on and we went back to work. I attached the engine to a crane hanging from the ceiling and lowered it back into the car. It was a great fit. I hooked everything back up,tightened all the bolts and then proceeded to install the exhaust. Exhaust system upgrades such as improved headers,mufflers and large bore tubing provide extra power. They let the engine exhale more freely,creating more power by reducing back pressure and extracting exhaust gases more effectively. I installed Port Matched light weight ceramic coated anti reversion headers and a straight through race tuned exhaust system. Now for the turbo chargers,my second favorite thing to install. A twin turbocharger system provides a major power increase by using exhaust gases to spin multiple turbines,which,like a super charger,compressing the air-fuel mixture and then forcing it into the engine at more than atmospheric pressure. The result is more energy per stroke,which makes more power. Combining them with two Twin Screw Superchargers puts the air-fuel mixture under even more pressure,there buy allowing for a much more efficient combustion. I placed the two Ceramic ball bearing racing twin turbo chargers designed for maximum boost with high flow external racing waist gate,high flow piston type blow off valve,alcohol injection and an integrated electronic boost controller tightly in their spots and bolted them down. I slid out from under the car and wiped the sweat,oil and grease from my snout. Seeing I was done with my part,DJ spoke up,"Seth,come help me with these springs." Springs and dampeners help control weight transfer,maintain optimum ride height and can allow for adjustable alignment in toe,caster and chamber,to make the car more stable at speed and more responsive in corners. DJ and I installed low friction coilver racing shocks with remote reservoirs for maximum valving control and matched linear race springs. As well as replacing the control arm bushings with adjustable helm joints and steel bearings. With that done,we turned our attention to the brakes. Brakes are an important part of the total performance picture. Your car's brake performance must match it's power and handling for you to be competitive. We installed the largest possible full floating carbon ceramic brake rotors,front and rear match aluminum monobloc calipers,race spec composite brake pads and dual master cylinders to provide adjustable brake bais to the front and rear. We repeated this process on all four sides and then I helped Josh with the clutch. The clutch is the vital link between the engine and the transmission. Upgrades increase it's ability to handle the extra torque of a racing engine without damage. Josh and I installed a low inertia multi plate racing clutch to maximize torque capacity of the clutch and reduce shift times. The next thing we tackled was the drive train,which consisted of the transmission,differential and drive line. The transmission and drive line transmits your car's power from the energy from the engine to the dive wheels. Upgrades can make shifts faster and smother,reduce friction and provide better durability. The differential allows the tires on each side of the car to turn at different rates,since the inside tire travels a shorter distance around a turn than the outside tire. A limited slip differential locks at a preset point to limit this difference in rotational speed,providing maximum traction under acceleration and deceleration. Josh and I installed a six speed sequential racing gear box with short penned,straight cut gears,dog engagement and inter-changeable ratios,as well as a carbon fiber drive shaft to dramatically decrease drive line inertia and over all car weight. We then installed a race spec two way limited slip racing differential that provides positive lock torque under both acceleration and deceleration. I then helped Tristan and Jack strip out all interior paneling and carpeting,remove the power windows,the back seats,the air and entertainment systems,the spare tire and install the roll cage and anti roll bars. Jack installed a lightweight battery and the car was done. The sun had set not to long ago and the heat of the day was replaced by the cool and moist night air. "Finally,Tristan moaned,were done!" I wiped the sweat from my snout,"It's a master piece,I said as we all gave each other high fives and then went into the shop's other room. There was good smelling pizza sitting on the table. "I ordered it around a half hour ago,Jack said,it just got here,let's eat." Tristan opened the boxes to reveal stuffed crust pepperoni pizza and the usual six cheese. We all grabbed slices and sat down. When I bit into the pizza,it's flavor exploded in my mouth and instantly satisfied the hunger that I'd had all day. We had skipped lunch to finish the GTO,and it turned out to be worth it. The pizza was like a reward for my howling stomach. The water was crisp and clean,soothing my sore throat. "Anyone got anything planned for next week,Jack asked. "Not that I can think of,Tristan said,other than hanging out with you guys." What about you Seth,DJ asked,got any plans?" "Nah,I replied,other than waiting for the next build to come our way." Josh,I asked. "Nope,he said,my calender's clear." "Good,Jack said reaching into his pocket and puling out five,small pieces of paper. "I got tickets to the Camaro versus Mustang event that's coming to town next week." "The DM guy we built the Toyota for a while back is going to drive for us." "Dude,Tristan said,his eyes going wide,"that's insane!" "It's a good way to get ourselves known,I said biting into my pizza,"plus,we could make a lot of money." "How much is the grand prize,DJ asked. Well,Jack said,each race is worth ten thousand,the event bonus is fifteen thousand and the all gold prize is thirty five grand. "That's a lot of cash,DJ said,that's all I can say." We talked for around an hour about the race and what we should do for our next build,settling on a Ford GT-40 freestyle. "How we going to juggle that with school though",I asked. "We'll think of something,Tristan replied. I glanced at the clock,nine twenty. "I gotta be getting home guys,I said standing up,my Mom will tear me apart if I stay out past curfew,especially on a school night." "See you tomorrow,Jack said as I left the shop and flew for home. I touched down lightly in the front yard and entered the house. Things were calm inside,Mom and Dad were siting in front of the TV,Will and James were nowhere to be found,and I guessed that Taylor was in her room sleeping. "I take it James and will are at the game,I asked. "Yeah,Dad said,there be back at midnight.James and Will had a later curfew than I did,but that was because they were older. I didn't really care. "How did things go honey,Mom asked. "Awesome,I replied,we finished the GTO and Jack entered our Camaro in a race that's coming to town shortly." "Tomorrow,were going to get the Camaro ready for the race and then start on a freestyle build of a Ford GT-40." "Good job son,Dad said,keep it up." "I will",I said as I went up stairs. I shrugged off my backpack and threw off my sweat and grease soaked clothes and showered off,once again polishing my scales until the light reflected off of them. I rolled into bed after brushing my teeth. The wind was blowing over my cool scales and leaving me with a refreshed feeling. I smiled as I stretched out to my full length,letting my snout and tail hang off the bed a bit. My wings and ears went floppy as I began to fall asleep. The door clicked open and Mom walked in. She sat on my bed and began petting me. It put me into a half sleep state. I didn't know why she did that,but I loved it when she did. After ten or so minutes of this,she stood and walked to the door. 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Venus Keep out. That’s what the sign said, but it did nothing to deter the slender hand that wrapped around the door’s handle, an ear pressed carefully against it, listening. Slowly the handle bent downwards, the faintest of clicks as the latch released and the hand pulled gently, letting the door swing open. Cold air billowed outward from the room like an apparition freed from a tomb. It was cold, and to her relief, it was quiet.
She shivered despite the heavy coat she wore. The cold room lay open before her, empty of any other person. Units holding super-chilled vials stood around the room, carefully spaced as their small motors hummed faintly.
The walls stood lined with shelves, each holding stacks of carefully labeled sample vials. Each marked with codes that she couldn’t fully decipher.
“One of these, one of these.” She mumbled through chattering teeth as she scanned each batch, the cryptic numbers giving no clue as to which she was suppose to grab. Time wasn’t on her side though, she had only a few minutes until they would manage to restore the power, and then they’d catch her in the electronic security net like a mouse after a piece of cheese.
She grabbed a nearby stack, removing the top two cases. The third case she flipped open revealing small shiny metal tops of vials that hung inside the case. Dozens lay there, each no bigger than some of the perfume sampler bottles she carried.
Running her finger across the tops she selected two vials from near the center, and snapped the case closed. She then stacked the other two back on top. Hopefully it would take a couple days for anyone to notice the missing batches. She would be gone by then, or she planned. The only question was, had she gotten the right vials? She wouldn’t know. She flipped open the small case she’d brought with her, it held two small ice packs that she hoped were enough. Setting the vials into the small case, she knew she had limited time.
Stuffing the ill-gotten vials into her coat pocket, she quickly fled the room, carefully closing the door behind her. Outside the hum of the machines faded away, leaving only an eerie silence around her as the latch clicked. Stepping carefully, she managed to get away from the corridor before the popping and beeping noises as the generators began to restore power to the systems. Lights began to flicker as security systems began their automatic reset routines. She just managed to clear the last security door as the electric locks snapped closed with a bang. Around her the regular lights flicked on. The facility was secure again.
Breathing a small sigh of relief, she hoped the bosses never realized how deeply flawed their system was to a simple power outage. The battery back up only maintained the samples and the chillers, the main security needed the secondary generators. That small different, that little oversight, now paid dividends in the two small vials that sat in her coat pocket.
The small weight was almost unnoticeable in her pocket, no bigger than a large cellphone it was her ticket to a new life. She was so close now; she could almost taste the success, but she knew the risks were enormous. They would fire, jail, and probably sue her if they caught her now. There was no excuse she could give that would save her.
She walked down the hall; her coat now draped over one arm as she headed fro the front doors. She stopped a moment at a desk. “Margie, I’m getting a headache from all this flickering light. Do you mind if I take the rest of the afternoon off? Please?” Margie’s sagging jowls were set in a perpetual scowl. She peered over the desk at the young woman, her look reminding Erin of her fourth- grade teacher. Thankfully, Margie’s scowl was only skin deep, and the woman was a sweet as sugar to the staff. “Sure thing, honey, go right ahead.” Her deep southern drawl almost made Erin giggle.
“Thanks Margie!” Erin waved. Careful not to run, she strolled towards the exit, and her car. No one had noticed her yet, not one alarm raised or question asked. She smiled, but not too much as the thought of months of planning working out perfectly. She tried to not shake, or look over her shoulder as she headed out under the cameras that lined the parking garage. Every noise made her want to jump, even the pop of the locks on her car as she pressed the fob.
Ein slid into the car’s seat, taking a deep breath as she shut the door. Her coat, holding the precious cargo sat on the passenger’s seat. She grabbed the wheel and took several more breaths. “Calm down, deep breath.” She muttered to herself.
She had to get off the campus before she could transfer the vials. The cameras were everywhere. The car sprang to life with the simple push of the starter, its quiet electric motor making almost no noise at all. She shifted smoothly into reverse, and then into drive as she wound her way out of the garage. She still counted on her luck, and with that luck no one would notice the thefts for a while. Long enough for her to be far away. One wave to Eugene at the gate and she was free.
She stopped again in a nearby strip mall, one too poor to have good cameras posted. Fishing in her pocket she pulled out the small chiller case, and checked it. Still cold to the touch. Reaching under the front passenger seat she grabbed a small cooler, flat, sleek, and full of a canister of refrigerant. It felt icy cold, and condensation formed on it. She popped open the small case and transferred the vials, turning a knob inside to start the chilled fluid pumping around the vials. She hoped it was enough. Then, stuffing it back in the space under the seat, she turned back off down the highway.
She looked at the clock. The time was right. She pulled a phone from her car door’s pocket where it had lain hidden. She booted it up, letting the lights flash a few times as she continued her drive, waiting for it to start up. It wasn’t hers, that lay turned off in her purse to hide her location. This was a burner. There was only one number stored it in, and it was pre-paid in cash to only have thirty minutes of talk time with a carrier that had come highly recommended from a friend who engaged in some shadier deals themselves.
Finally ready, the phone beeped. She pulled off the highway at the rest stop, taking a minute to calm herself once more. Her slender finger pressed the dial button and she waited.
“Do you have the items?” The husky voice came over the phone.
“Yeah, I’ve got them.” She replied.
A brief pause. “Regular place. One hour.”
“Don’t forget my payment!” Erin snapped, but the line was already dead. Barely a minute used, but only twenty minutes remained on the phone.
She turned it off and shoved it back in the hiding space, pulling the car back on to the freeway. An hour was enough time. She could make that.
Cliché, she mused, as she pulled up to the appointed spot. A warehouse by the docks, on a stormy evening no less. Well, not really evening, since it was barely mid-afternoon, but the gray clouds and wind made it seem later than it was. Looking around though, she had to admit that this bank of old storage warehouses lay isolated and private. Only a lone security guard roamed the premises, and in this weather, he was staying in his little guard hut, not that he cared.
She was very glad of her electric engine right now as it didn’t draw his attention when she slid by him in the dim light. He didn’t even look up when her headlights accidentally illuminated the small guardhouse where he sat. She could see him now playing on his phone, not the least bit concerned about her or anyone else on the property.
The rendezvous spot was near the back of the buildings. The place was spooky in the quiet dim light. The distant sound of the ocean and the chill breeze from it made it far more dramatic than she felt she needed to be. Why couldn’t they have done this exchange at a coffee shop?
She parked the car in a shadow not far from a building marked 17C, and waited. The time dragged by, and she constantly checked the time.
Finally, a tap came at her window. She nervously opened the door and stepped out, the small cooler in nervous hand.
“Have you got it?” His face was always hidden. He stood with the light behind him, his hoodie drawn up and a long-billed hat of disreputable appearance that sagged over his face enough to hide his features. A black man, neither tall nor short, with a beard that hung scruffily down over his collar. Hardly very remarkable. She probably wouldn’t know him on the street during broad daylight, let alone this miserable stormy half-light.
“I do.” She shook slightly as she popped the cooler and pulled out the vials. “Do you have my money?” “You’ll get your payment when we confirm the swap.” His smooth baritone as flat as ever.
“No, you pay me now!” Her voice sounded shrill to her own ears. She saw the muscles under his hoodie twitch.
“Calm down girl. We want to check the goods. Make sure you didn’t give us a fake.” His voice remained quiet, but there was an undertone of menace in it.
“I swear I didn’t.” She trembled. This was not going as well as she expected.
“Well, we’ll see.” He motioned, almost imperceptibly.
Erin tried to jump away as hands grasped her arms from behind. They pulled cruelly at her, holding her firmly in place as others descended upon her. One pair ripped away the cooler from her fingers, and another took her sight as a blindfold wrapped over her eyes. She tried to scream, but they muffled it by shoving a dirty piece of cloth in her mouth.
She felt herself lifted from the ground, and carried by those powerful hands. It wasn’t far, but it was out of the storm. The clang of a metal door suggested she was now inside one of the warehouses.
Her struggles only gained derision from the man.
His calm voice ran cold. “Don’t struggle, we’re partners after all. You’ll only make things worse. We just want to check the goods.”
She could hear him rummaging around in the cooler. The faint tinkle of the glass vials as they knocked against each other in his hands.
“Two vials? Hmm. Now that’s interesting. We’re you planning another deal? Perhaps double crossing us? Or were you thinking something else? Perhaps this one is for yourself?” He said, his hand under her chin.
She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the heat from his breath, the touch of his hand. She tried to respond but the gag muffled any sound she made.
“No matter. We will learn the truth.” He said quietly.
Erin felt herself pushed down into a chair. Her body held there by the powerful grip on her upper arms. She squirmed, but couldn’t move from her seat.
He was a bit farther now, his voice echoing in the cavernous room. “I’d stop struggling if I were you. It’ll only make this worse.”
She did for a moment, but hands tugged at her shirt lifting it up. She wanted to move, but the sudden jab in her stomach made her go limp. She could feel the icy coldness spreading through her stomach. The realization dawned on her that they were injecting her with one of the vials. Her mind screamed, but the gag stayed in place.
“Now, we wait.” His voice never changed, it stayed hard and cold.
Erin found herself released from the hands, her body afire with the icy substance, so cold that it was burning through her. Slowly the icy changed to a real heat as the chemicals began to mutate her body, remodeling her form.
The gag fell from her mouth, letting loose the first deep moan that rolled through her. She knew the basics from work, how the serum would change the person’s DNA, causing rapid cell growth and changes, but she never imagined she’d be the one feeling those effects. Her body shifted, her hips popping and shifting on the chair, spilling over the small seat, stretching the fabric of her dress to the limits. She grimaced as she felt her panties cut painfully into her new hips and thighs, but they soon gave way, tearing as the thickness became too much for them to handle. She whimpered slightly, afraid they’d need to cut the dress from her, but a pop and she heard the zipper snap, followed by a tearing sound as it too gave way to the expanding jiggling mass that her hips had become.
Her breasts fared no better. She could feel them expanding too. Her back ached almost instantly as they doubled, then tripled in sized. The small strapless bra gave way, it’s hooks bending and snapping, leaving the fabric to float down to her waist, useless as her tits continued to expand, pushing her shirt even higher up her chest until it lay across her collarbone.
The cool air made her aware of more, as her nipples responded. Her normally inverted nipples all but popped into the air, swelling, and expanding, turning hard as her breasts reached critical proportions. She could hear the chair creaking underneath her, but so far it held.
She could feel pressure between her thighs too as parts of her grew to match the expanse of her body. She dared not think about what she might find if she moved her hand down there, but she could feel it. Her pretty, tiny, pussy was swelling. She could feel it getting moist, like the maw of a beast that craved cock. The thought flitting through her head.
Her voice was raw from the moans and shrieks, feeling her body swimming in the chemicals, adding pounds of flesh to what many would consider all the right places, gaining inches were most would count it a good thing. She could feel her terror giving way to other feelings, ones she did not want right now. She could hear the men around her shifting. She was certain they were watching. But they said little, save an occasional ooh or ah as her bust spilled onto her lap.
Only her contact said anything at all, a simple comment, lost in a humorless chuckle. “Ah, nice.” His attention on her changing shape.
Erin barely registered his comment though. Her mind was starting to feel the effects of the chemicals now. She felt herself drawn into a mental fog, as her thoughts started to squirm and wiggle around in lewd ways. She needed something else, something catering to her new desires. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the slight squirt of juices reach her thighs.
The idea of money, even the idea of escape, lay subsumed by the wave of her new thoughts. Simple thoughts that made her want to wiggle her newly broad hips. She felt them shake the chair, their mass barely held by the seat as they now stretched twice, perhaps three times as wide as they had just minutes before. She could feel the plumpness of her backside, the jiggle that ran through it as she squirmed.
All she wanted right now was the drop to the floor, and let her backside shake in front of these men. Her mind knew it would appeal to them; and that was what she wanted. To be lusted after, taken by any man that would have her right now.
Sliding to the floor, she landed on her knees. Slowly she lowered herself down until her tits pressed against the cold concrete floor, the swollen tips sending electric feelings through her as they brushed the ground. Her skirt lay discarded, she yanked her destroyed panties from between her thighs and tossed them away. Raising her bubbly ass into the air, she shook it, feeling the whole thing jiggle as she arched her back against the giant mounds of her breasts. She craved stimulation, and she offered it. But there were no takers. Forcing herself back on to her heels she tried again, letting her hands wander over her breasts, feeling those huge nipples. Even blindfolded she could hear their shuffling about as she rocked her hips enticingly.
She played with each taut nipple, her tongue stretching out offering pleasure with each sway of her gigantic breasts. Spreading her knees, she felt herself open, and her fingers began to descend. She felt the massive mons, her fingers sliding over its hairless expanse.
The gap between her mighty thighs was gone, her small lips swollen to great size. No longer cute and small, but brutally obscene with long thick lips that spread easily with her hips, the folds parting as her fingers danced over their new fleshy dimensions. She could feel the slickness, the swell of her outer lips, the soft, stretchy dangle of her inner wings all coated with her juices. Her clit was throbbing.
She started to rub, letting herself move in time with the motions. Soon one fingers, then another began to feel deeper into her cleft, finding her canal, driving home into her as her breaths became shorter, her moans more pronounced. At first it was just two fingers, but that wasn’t enough, soon it was a third, then a fourth. Finally, the whole of her hand slid into that mammoth hole, sliding in and out as she felt the jiggle of her thighs and the faint slap of her lips against her wrist.
Her body ached for more, demanding attention for itself. So consumed by lust and need she barely realized the depth of her changes. All that mattered was sex, and if these men weren’t going to give it to her, then she would make herself cum.
It didn’t take her long to let the orgasms shiver through her flesh. For a moment the fog over her mind listed, and she felt herself again, ashamed, and embarrassed, horrified by what she had become.
The blindfold had slipped down, and she could see now, her contact leaning against a box barely seen in the dim light. She watched as he slowly raised his hands and clapped.
“That was quite a show,” he said, his tone calm and collected. He was not one who could find themselves distracted easily. “I suppose that proves you gave us the good stuff. Pity I had to waste a half a vial proving it. Still, a deal it a deal.”
She blinked. The chemicals in her mind were already sloshing again, and she was finding it hard to concentrate. The gag gone she squeaked out some vague attempt at a question, but the moaning had left her hoarse. She, herself, couldn’t even tell what she was trying to say. It could have been about the money. Perhaps it was about her body. Or, just as likely in her stew of a mind, it was probably just her asking for a ride on his cock. She wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t even sure she cared. Instead, she just knelt there, her hips swaying slightly as she felt her labia with an idle hand, the long lips nearly touching the ground. She wondered what that would feel like, she almost wanted to try it.
The man didn’t bother responding to the unintelligible question. He didn’t even bother responding to anything further at all. Instead, he snapped his fingers and a briefcase was set in front of her by one of the looming dark figures that stood behind her.
She glanced up long enough to see the huge muscled arm, wondering if it attached to something just as appealing, and maybe just as fulfilling. To her disappointment it withdrew without touching her.
The men turned and left; the small cooler tucked under her contact’s arm. She listened to the retreat of their footsteps, the bang of the door. Frowning she tried to focus. The fog was still heavy on her mind, but it was gone enough for her to look about. Her clothes lay in tatters, her body now voluptuous beyond any human concept. From her narrow waist to the expanses of her bust and hips. She shivered. Grabbing the case she fiddled with the locks, finally getting them to open with a loud pair of clicks. The insides were full of crisp bills, one- hundred-dollar bills in nice neat packs. She snapped the locks closed and grabbed what remained of her clothing and followed the men out, her breasts bobbing and hips shaking with each step.
Erin found herself back out in the storm, the rain pelting her and its cold winds sending shivers through her new flesh, both cold and pleasurable. She saw her car not far away, but she found herself unable to run with her new proportions. The design of her new body only allowed her to strut, and sexily at that. She couldn’t make anything faster than a brisk walk, and that still showed off all her new goods.
She tossed the ruined clothes and suitcase into her backseat, and then tried to wedge herself into the front. This proved more problematic than she anticipated, and she had to move the seat back several times to make room for her breasts, and her hips barely fit in the vehicle now, pressed tightly between the door and the center console. Nor would the seatbelt fit properly, so she just gave up on it.
Once seated she realized several things at once. First that her new mound was quite a bit larger than she realized. It swelled awkwardly under her, pressing hard into the seat cushion. Erin had to shift her legs farther apart, and rotate her hips to let it slide more between her legs, and that only with some generous tugging from her fingers. This put more of her bubbly ass under her. Secondly, that she was still dripping wet down there and had just left a snail trail across her nice seat. She wished she had enough foresight to have put her ruined skirt under her.
Finally settled in place she started the engine, trying to figure out how to keep her hands on the wheel with her breasts forcing her arms to shift in oddly angles as she drove, not to mention the sensation of her nipples brushing the wheel as she turned it. Each time resulting in another little surge to her brain that told her she had a new purpose in life.
The drive home in the storm was mercifully short, but not so short as she didn’t figure a way to finger herself a little more on the way.
The mental fog was returning in force by the time she got home despite her ministrations in the car. Her body was in need. She ached. Her body was demanding that she find something to fill that need.
She wondered if anyone would see her in the darkness of the weather. It was late evening now, dark. She parked in a spot she normally would have avoided, just because the light over it was out. All she grabbed was the briefcase and her purse as she wiggled her way out of the car.
Twenty steps up she managed to get to her apartment door. No one had whistled, save the wind, and she hoped she could just make it. The rain had plastered her hair down, and she was shivering from the cold. She just barely managed to make it inside her small apartment, letting the briefcase and the purse fall to the side as she locked the door behind her.
It was her last conscious act for a while as the fog fully enveloped her mind and she cared only for one thing. Erin gave way to her impulses now, her hips almost brushing the narrow walls of her hallway as she rushed for her bedroom. There she dug out her largest toy, something given to her as a gag gift by some of the girls in college. She’d never been able to fit it before, but now she slammed it home with abandon, letting her muscles squeeze down in the silicone. She panted as she slid it back and forth, letting her lips grip every inch of its length as her mind all but imploded under the pleasure that surged through her. She let herself go slack, feeling her body fall heavily to the bed, the dildo still driven deep inside her where her muscles continued to squeeze pleasantly as she drifted off to sleep.
Erin awoke feeling a bit more sated, the toy now lying between her legs, pushed out some time during the night. The shroud that had encapsulated her mind, demanding sex, had released its grip a bit, but she still felt different, less sure. An urge to giggle surfaced. She wasn’t a giggler.
The kitchen was her first stop, all the growth and masturbation had taken quite a bit out of her, and she was feeling parched. She downed a whole bottle of water, and then promptly refilled it for a second go round. She knew at the rate she was losing fluids she would need lots of water to keep up with her increased libido.
The bathroom was her next stop. She needed to see for herself what they’d done to her. Her mind waffled between morbidly curious and terrified of what she was about to see. Erin already knew the feel. The sway of her new hips with each movement, the bounce of her new breasts. She opened the door and stepped in front of the mirror.
The mirror wouldn’t lie to her, and her mind just stood boggling at the shape she now wore. No longer was she the delicate waifish woman she had been. Her hard edges smoothed and rounded into curves that would be an understatement to call generous, save for a waist that made her look waspish between the melon sized breasts and the doorway filling hips. Her booty curved out too, pleasantly rounded into a fine bubble that bounced. She wondered how it would look if she twerked, a part of her wanted to. A part of her that was growing stronger ever moment as her libido returned in force. Already her nipples were firming up, their masses as big around as an old bottle cap. They stood out, each one longer than her thumb. Her dark areola swirling around them the size of a saucer. The biggest change was to the space between her legs. Her once tiny mound, barely a slit on her petite frame, now stretched and bloated. She could see the cleft, inches deep now, the lips stretching well down against her thighs, only split by the tip of her clit and the mass of her delicate inner labial wings that poked through the heavy folds.
Erin lifted one leg up onto the tub’s edge, feeling the mass shift and slide against each other, already slick and ready. Tentatively she reached down, pulling the lips apart, revealing the long spread of her inner labia as it framed her hole, the sensuous frills stretching easily with her gentle tugs. She could feel herself spasming with just the simple touches, her clit bouncing slightly as it readied for another round. She knew she was ready, and her body was hoping for an encore of the previous night’s escapades. Perhaps more.
She knew she’d give in, but for the moment she marveled at the sensuous body, wondering how she would adapt to it. All it wanted was sex, and to be lusted after. She wouldn’t be able to do desk work, not around men. She’d be in the broom closet in a heart beat sucking them off and demanding to have her holes filed with their cocks.
Her fingers played a little more with those long folds, soft as velvet and as sensitive as anything she’d ever felt. She couldn’t bring herself to hate them, or even that her body was no longer the one she knew. The changes felt too good, and she had to resist the urge to play with herself more, at least long enough to turn the water on.
But that resistance faded as her new body came under the spray. Her need to be clean overshadowed. Soon the cleanliness gave way to dirty thoughts and her fingers roving all over her body under the pulsing spray. Her mind consumed again by the desire to feel pleasure.
She called out to work again. It was the third day in a row now. Not ten minutes later a call came, firing her for no-shows without cause. Erin didn’t care. Her body demanded attention all the time, and there was no way she could go back to the office with these changes. That’d give away the heist, and she’d go to jail. Her mind, of course, now ran dirty thoughts about what fun she might have in jail, but frowned when she realized there’d be no good deep dicking.
Leaving here was the only option, and soon. She had to find somewhere better, somewhere that could accommodate her new needs. She sent out a few orders to some online retailers to find some clothes that fit, though she fretted that no pants ever would again. Then again, she thought, why did she need pants? Skirts, that’s what she wanted. Easy access. Several of her orders were for new toys to sate her constant need, including several dildos bigger than any she’d ever had before. She giggled with each purchase. Her mind quickly becoming vapid, empty space as sex and pleasure became the only things that mattered to her. Well, not the only things. She cared how she looked, because sex was easier to get if she looked good.
The weeks passed, and she slowly lost the fight to the fog that consumed her mind each day. The rare minutes she wasn’t feeling enshrouded by the fogs she still had problems processing things that used to come with ease before, her mind just not as sharp as it had been. Her body just demanded too much, and it was as if it were slowly starving her brain.
She struggled to figure out what to do with this body. She didn’t want to be a prostitute, but it was all but made for the job. She even licked her lips at the idea of regular servicing. But no, she wasn’t there yet. So, what else? A stripper? She’d never last, keeping her hands off the patrons, certainly not during lap dances. Besides, she was different now, and her enormous assets were certainly beyond the norm of any stripper she’d ever seen.
Finally, she looked up a ranch in Nevada. She called the owner and made a pitch. He was intrigued. Two weeks later she found herself driving across the nation, with everything she dared take with her stuffed in the vehicle. She left a lot behind, including her name. It didn’t fit her anymore.
The beat pounded through the room. Her hips swaying magnificently to each rhythm. She hardly noticed the sway anymore; it was so much a part of her now. Falling into her vamp routine was second nature too, her brain overwhelmed by the rising lust that blurred out all other thoughts.
Licking her lips, she studied her prey. Nicely endowed, he might even make her evening worth it. She spied the condom already on his cock as it came to hard attention at her approach. Good, she didn’t need to put it on him.
She reveled in her new position, a special attraction. Some men just wanted to have a go at a woman who could take any cock, others were just curious. A few just loved to bury themselves in her massive mound, some cuddling it, others spending their time trying to eat their way to her honey. She enjoyed all of it. Anything that satisfied the unsatiable monster that was her needs for a little while.
This one seemed to be up for a few rounds as she slid onto the bed, her hips flaring as she straddled over his aroused cock. Her massive lips dangled down around it now, artfully painted as she’d taken to drawing designs on them between session with body paint. She smiled at his eager expression.
Moving her hips back and forth she let the tips of her lips dangle down, brushing the tip of his cock, making it twinge and jump in anticipation. She didn’t need any lube. She just wanted a moment of tease before she let him have her. A giggle escaped her lips, their dark red paint split in a welcoming smile as she offered one of her mammoth breasts to his lips. He took it with gusto, pulling the whole of her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and suckling. She shivered in pleasure.
Lowering herself down she felt herself gobble up everything he offered as she pressed his manhood deep into her folds. Yes, he had a nice endowment, but she could have wished for more. But for now? It was enough, and soon her moans echoed over the music.
Outside in the parlor the manager of the ranch carefully doled out his ladies of the night to his customers. His latest, the woman who went only by the name of Venus, was now his star attraction. He smiled as he pocketed the large sums that her skills brought in, a line of customers already forming for her unique skills. | null | [] | {
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had to admit that she liked it, she liked being the one to give in, even unasked, she felt he expected her to do it, so she did. It was simply because of him, of who he was!
"I would love to have you tied up one time Sonya," he obliquely said, it surprised her so much she could only splutter. She was so shocked, she even laughed. "Tie me up Grant? I don't think so," she said. Then added as a sort of afterthought, "not yet anyway, I don't know you well enough for that." He smiled at her, "That I can understand, sorry I mentioned it," he told her. But he wasn't, his mother had suggested he say some off the wall things. Not to upset her, but to try and get into her mind to see what she was like, what she liked, and what she might like. And crucially, what she didn't like, to see what her reactions would be.
"Anyway, if there is tying up to be done, it will be by me, not you," she tittered. Grant almost shouted with glee, the thought of him being tied up by this most beautiful sexy older woman, and her having him every which was sexually, would be every boy's dream, let alone vey man's dream. "Any time you are ready Sonya," he said, "I am too." She moved to him, she liked him, she liked him a lot. "This boy, man, is so different from any I have ever known, is he really real?" she asked herself as she closed in on him. She leaned over and kissed his dark mouth. She kissed him in a way that she hoped she had never kissed a man, she wanted to be different herself. She wanted him to know he was special, especially to her. He was growing on her like a vine creeps up a wall.
Sonya began to love him, not only sexually, but also from the heart, she felt the change in her, the depth of him was around her. Sonya pressed herself all over him saying. "I can't get close enough to you Grant," her mouth wide open, she raked it across his chest. Then he hit her with a bombshell that pulled her up quick.
"What about the future Sonya, what about us, is there an us?" he said. "I want you, to be with you, to love you, I want you to be mine wholly, not part time, completely." The words had such meaning she gasped, she understood what he was saying, what he was asking. And she knew that inside, she had thought some of the thoughts he had just mentioned, particularly the future, was there one?
"The short answer to that Grant, I just don't know," she admitted, "we are from completely different backgrounds, different cultures, different society's even. But I am into you Grant." "Do you think you might love me, might be in love with me?" he interrupted. "If I'm honest, I really don't know, but I think I might be Grant," she said and looked him in the eyes. "Why, do you love me?" "Yes I do," he said and looked away as if embarrassed, he wasn't sure if he did or not, but he wasn't going to hedge as she was. Sonya's heart clutched at her.
"Oh Grant, let's wait and see a while hey, I have to confess, in all my years I have never met anyone like you. And I don't care how young you are. I have to further confess, I like you, I like the way you are, the way you move, the way you think, the way you behave with me. No one had ever moved me the way you do, no one."
Now he rolled her over, got the top position, held her, and Sonya knew she was being held too. It was a hold that told her she was his. Her lips trembled, he kissed them, his leg crossed hers and he drew her right in. Sonya stretched her wonder body into him, edged all the way, she curled into him like a cat in its owners lap.
Then they slept like that, time passed and Sonya opened her eyes to the sight of him lying there, like black god above and around her. "I do love you Grant," she admitted to herself. "I know I shouldn't but God help me, I do." But she knew she had to try and keep it to herself until she had gathered her thoughts. She could not determine for the life of her how this had happened. It was like she had been out somewhere, and when she came back, she found she was like this. In love with the sexiest black boy, man, any man, she had ever met. He completely shrouded her mind until all she could see and think of now, was him.
The underlying fact that bothered her the most was the age difference, she knew it wouldn't bother him, ever. But she knew he was a young, and very virile young man. But his needs might be too much for her, then what would she do?
Another week passed, they had hardly been apart, he had stayed over, lived with her. Sonya was she was getting comfortable in having him there, in the house, and in her bed. The thing that separated them for the moment was the fact that he wanted to fuck her in the ass, she had said yes, but neither he, nor she, could do anything to get the apple headed cock in there.
He had been home to see his mother, and now she suggested he tie her to the bed spread-eagled. And when he had she wanted him to call her. As he had asked why, she took a deep breath and told him a lie, before she told him the truth.
"Because darling," she said as she stroked his gorgeous cock for him, no one could do this to him like she could, they both knew it. "I can get her to marry you, your future would be secure, your college would be guaranteed, and your life would be set out. All she will want from you is your love." "And?" he asked, he knew there was something else, he knew his mother, intimately. "Darling," she said, "you don't know this, but there are times when I like to be with another woman." Grant sat back in shock, "Mother, you? You, you and another woman? Well if that don't beat hen racing I don't know what does!" His cock actually flagged momentarily, but soon returned to its normal self in his mothers hand.
"Think about it Grant please before you dismiss it, it's important to me, and you if you do think about it." Grant suddenly saw where she was coming from. "Me, you, Sonya, the future, yea, I get it, but I don't know if she is that way inclined," he said. "Then ask her Grant, ask her," she told him as her hand speed passed through the sound barrier! His mother watched his cum fly high into the air, and caught it in her mouth on the way down, or most of it.
The next day Sonya found herself on her hands and knees, or rather her head was down and turned sideways. He was doing it again, teasing her by refusing to fuck her head off. Instead he was holding it still inside of her. She was on her very expensive Persian rug, in her enormously expensive house being rogered stupid by her young black lover.
There was nothing she could do, she had no control over the situation she was in, and certainly no control over the boy fucking her from behind. She hated and loved this at the same time. She hated the frustration she felt, the agony of his cock being in her but held dormant by him. She also loved him for doing her the way he constantly did. She never knew what was coming next, Sonya Hardaker had never had a lover like this, who treated her like this, a lover who would even dare to think of treating her like this. And one she submitted to now, every time. She realised she was his now, unasked, and unable to ask.
"How many women have you had Sonya?" he said. The question took her by surprise, all she wanted was him to do her, not ask questions. She never answered, thinking he would get on and shag her rotten, again! "Come on Sonya, answer me or we'll be here all morning," he told her as he waggled the great apple head of his young black cock in her hot dripping pussy.
"Grant please," she said, "don't, please?" Another waggle and she gave in. "Two, two Grant," she begged, "okay?" "Were you equal, were they dominant, or you?" he asked. "They were the dominant one's, please Grant, I'm desperate here." She was almost bleating. He thought and then said, "Single, married, black or white?" Sonya grunted as she received another excruciating waggle. "One married, one single, both white, why Grant why?"
He didn't answer her now, instead he screwed her the way she had been asking for, and he did drive her right off the rug and across the floor. Her cum was dripping out as she slid over, Sonya was back in her Grant made heaven. She was cumming again as if it was the first time with him. Every time seemed like the first time to Sonya now.
He helpd her up and she nearly fell down, her legs were so weak, they sat on the sofa close up and personal. When they had got their breath back, amid lots of loving kisses, touches and hugs. Sonya suddenly told him. "I love you Grant, I will do anything for you, you only have to ask, or even don't ask me. I'll do it, I want you here with me permanently, will you?" "Yes I will, I love you too," he told her, "but you have to be sure, I'm only 18, nearly 19, and I'm black, can you cope, are you sure?" "I have never been more certain in my life. You already know I'm independent. I don't answer to anyone. I..." "You'll answer to me though Sonya!" he said, and the look on his face confirmed her mind. She thought briefly, "Yes Grant, I will answer to you, I love you, I'm yours. Everything I am and have, are yours darling. My love will know no bounds for you. We will be great, both of us, you'll see," her voice and demeanour were unequivocal.
Sonya Hardaker the exotic blond society beauty, had done in a few short weeks what no man had ever had a chance of doing. She gave herself, capitulated to a stronger being, and that being was her 18 year old black lover, her guy.
That night at home Grant told his mother everything, they were both so happy. They also vehemently promised each other that they themselves would not spoil this. She told him of her hopes and desires, one of them being the beautiful blond now belonging to her son. He agreed, he knew Sonya had been with two women, so letting his sexy black mother loose on her should be the defining moment in their lives.
The thing was to get her tied up, Sonya insisted on her tying him up first, he didn't have any real thoughts, but the enjoyment was immense. She had made him cum, she had fucked him, but she couldn't tease him the way he teased her. She couldn't keep still on him. It was the first time Sonya had been given any semblance of control, and she had loved it, but not as much as she loved being controlled by her Grant.
The following day, he had her down and tied by 10am, he made her crazy, her clit was murdered, her super sensitive nipples were attacked beyond her endurance. He had his cock in and out without once screwing her. Sonya was a mess, she was begging him, beseeching him to make her cum, to screw her, do whatever he wanted she didn't care, all she wanted to do was cum.
He walked out of the room with Sonya begging him not to leave her, she was almost delirious, no one could do this, no one had ever done this, but he did, and he could. It drove her insane with desire. The door opened again, her heart flipped with happiness, he walked to her, she gazed at him longingly. "Please Grant," she begged almost weeping with the frustration of being kept like this. Then Grants mother stepped out from behind him. She was wearing a full length silk dress, neck to toe, she had nothing underneath, her hair was up, and she looked fantastic, even Grant hadn't seen her looking quite like this.
They had met, and were on good speaking terms, and Sonya had told Grant that she was a beautiful sexy looking woman. Sonya Hardaker was about to find out first hand just how sexy she could be, given the right environment, though as yet she was unaware of it.
"Sonya, nice to see you again, but if I'd known you be tied up and busy today I would have called some other time," she smiled a brilliant white smile. Sonya looked from her to Grant, she was nonplussed. She was forgetting she was tied to her bed spread-eagled.
Grant?" she queried. "Don't worry Sonya, mother will explain everything, it will all become clear," he leaned down and kissed her". Then he walked away again, and he wouldn't be back until the next day, mother's instructions. He always did what she told him, he loved her above all others. He was in essence a mommy's boy. But, he was also, all man! Sonya looked at his mother again. "Catty, I don't understand, what's going on?" "Well to be honest Sonya, I'm going on, to you!" she added. "On?" she said, "on to me, what do you mean?" Catty let her dress slide down her body to the floor, and Sonya gasped. Without speaking, Catty climbed over Sonya's prone body murmuring appreciation, as she settled her knees next to Sonya's breasts.
"Catty? Grant!" she shouted, then Catty grabbed squeezed and rolled Sonya's still super sensitive nipples, and Sonya growled in arousal. Her head went back, and she mewled involuntarily . The sort of the best kind. Sonya was unresisting to anything Grant did, and now his mother was exerting the same hold on her. She had no fight in to resist, she didn't even want to fight her, or it. The sexiest woman Catty had ever met was also a feline beast of sexual depravity, as Catty destroyed her senses, and all started by her wonderful sexy son.
Sonya peered up at the silky black skinned woman above her, her proud tits, her nipples pointing straight over her head, and a lovely head it was too. "Catty," she whimpered, now she knew why Grant had wanted her tied up, and now she knew she wasn't going to get out of this anytime soon.
The trouble was, and it was the most urgent thing on her mind, was to 69 her. The thought of having her mouth secured to the white sexy pussy had been in her mind already. Catty was taking her back to where Grant had had her a few minutes ago. Sonya did have a liking for women, more so than she had admitted to Grant. And now she was a captive to her young lovers equally gorgeous black mother.
And she also knew Catty was going to have her way, and that she, Sonya, was going to go with it all the way, happily. Catty exerted all her wiles on the beautiful blond in her charge. It had been on her mind for weeks now. But everything had its place, and first in line was to kiss her to see what her reaction was going to be. She lay down over Sonya, her lips right over hers, her eyes locked on hers, her finger tips gently tearing at her nipples.
She inexorably and so slowly lowered her mouth to Sonya's, her eyes locked on hers. Sonya knew she was going to be kissed and could not turn her face away. As Catty's lips first touched, Sonya bubbled, Catty's lips kept on coming and as they did the meeting was cemented more and more. And the more Sonya sank into it.
"Mmmmm," Catty murmured into Sonya's mouth, "it's better than I could have imagined." She slid higher bringing her thick dark nipples over Sonya's mouth, and without saying anything to her. Sonya's sexy pouting lips sucked one in. Suddenly Sonya was frantic to please the black woman on her, controlling her. "Oh how I love this," she told herself, "being made to love someone, being taken, I love it, I love it, I love it!"
Sonya was so high from the merciless teasing from Grant, that having his mother take over from where he had left her hanging hadn't quite registered yet. And every passing second it became less likely. Catty was an accomplished lover of women, she had been in with the best, and taught by the best. So taking on this gorgeously beautiful blond divorcee was a walk in the park. She kissed her again, her tongue taking up residence in her mouth, and she heard Sonya sigh back into hers, her finger tips snagged her nipples, then her pussy. Sonya tried to fly.
Sonya came, Grant had had her so close to cumming many times that Catty bringing her to the top and throwing her over was a cinch. Sonya's back arched as the thought of her being here like this became uppermost in her mind. She liked this, she liked being dominated, not physically, but lovingly. Grant, and now his lovely sexy black mother having the upper hand was something she had never considered, but now it was happening she knew she had missed out for much of her adult life.
Sonya had been lovers to two very different women, one in college, her roommate had come on to her. And she simply took her one night, and used her as and when, it had been a wonderful yet painful experience, because she could never reconcile being just taken like she had been, even though the sexual enjoyment was top notch.
The other one had been a married Venezuelan, a diplomat's wife, whom she had met at a function. The woman had invited her to her holiday home, and Sonya had been seduced as easily as eating apple pie by her. She had spent 3 weeks with her and they had met up afterwards for fun and games. This woman, coffee coloured, jet black hair, almond eyes, had been dominant too, but more in the mould of the sexy black woman on top of her right now, making her squeal in exciting arousal.
Catty kissed Sonya long and hard, her tongue playing havoc in her mouth, her lips owned her. Sonya could only kiss her back, so she did, willingly. All the time she was being reeled in, she was giving herself up to the powerful woman on her. Catty got her pussy again and Sonya howled with arousal.
Sudden movement from Catty opened Sonya's eyes, all she saw were two black satin skinned moons sliding over her. Then pink black lips hovered there, an inch above her face. Catty had positioned herself so she could face sit the beautiful blond, wanted or not. Sonya's first realisation was catty's perfumed pussy, her musk, sexual heat, the moisture gathering on the lips, they seemed to quiver as she took it all in.
Then the satin moons got closer, the smell got greater, the intense heat swarmed her, her eyes focussed on the nearing moons until they touched down on Sonya's cheekbones. She saw finger tips appear, they sank into the two soft moons and spread them apart. Now the black, pink lipped pussy was dripping love juice into her open mouth. Sonya tasted Catty for the very first time, as they came into more contact, Sonya's tongue popped out to probe the incoming artillery.
Catty tasted wonderful, it was a taste Sonya knew she would love, and would want to taste it again. By the time that wish had gone Catty was sitting fully on her, she was careful not to block Sonya's nose to the oxygen she needed to fulfil Catty's seduction of her completely.
Sonya did her very best to fill the desire wanted from her by her new black lover, the mother of her young black lover. Catty attacked Sonya's pussy with her fingers, she caused pure devastation, she ravaged her clit, she kissed and licked, bit and sucked. Her pussy was driving a pathway across Sonya's face, cunt juice bled out into her mouth as Catty came in her.
She sucked and licked as much up as she could, the rest ran down her face and into her hair. She was now wanting to love this woman, make love to her, give her as much as she could. Both women had several orgasms both forced on the other. Catty was beside herself with the glad tidings given to her by her son's beautiful blond woman.
She slid away and nestled into Sonya, she wrapped herself up in the blonds gorgeous sexy body and kissed her half to death. Sonya returned all she could. As they lay there Sonya began to gather her thoughts.
"Catty, the sex I have with Grant, I know you know about it, its obvious he's told you. And I have never had better, he is something else, and I can assure you I will never want to let him go. I want him, and I'm sure he wants me too. I can accept that he has confided in you, but in its turn, the sex we have just had equals what we have, in its own way."
"Yes Sonya, he has told me, I am his mother, and we are closer than most mothers and son's. He loves me, possibly more than you but in a so different way. Now he knows all about me, though he never knew this part about me."
"But he does now though doesn't he Catty?" Sonya said, "I guess you are lovers too, you have to be. And somehow, after this with you, I can accept that too, in fact I rather like the idea. Can we share him, please?" An exquisite eyebrow lifted in question.
"That my beautiful blond lady, was the plan I had in my mind already, and having you put it to me, instead of the other way round, is as pleasing to me as life itself." "Kiss me Catty, kiss me like you mean it, and if you do, we will have a bond, an agreement, that cannot be broken by neither you, nor I, only Grant will have the final say, agreed?" "Wow," Catty said, she thought for a while, then she gave Sonya her most treasured kiss, the one reserved for only Grant. "Agreed," she said. Sonya smiled, it seemed that her life was on a new and very unexpected path.
It was, and it changed dramatically months later, she became pregnant, but they decided to keep it among the three of them. Catty started showing a bump, and as the months went by it grew as a pregnant woman did. Sonya never left the house, a doctor and midwife was brought in while the term continued.
Nine months and a beautiful little curly semi blond daughter was born, her skin was coffee coloured. Catty was a mother to the outside world, but Sonya adopted her legally. And now Sonya was a birth mother, and an adoptive mother to her own child, a year later another girl was born in the same way, Catty had the bump, Sonya secretly had the lump. and the new baby.
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*All events in this story are totally and completely fictitious. None of it EVER, and let me repeat, EVER happened.*
After a long flight, long mainly due to my thoughts over all the shit that had just gone down recently, I had arrived in good old New York. Home of the Yankees, the Mets, and the good ol' Nick's Dive bar, which I was headed to right now in a cab. I hadn't seen my uncle Nick in about two years; same went for his son, my cousin Kyle. But since I was going to be living with Kyle and working for uncle Nick, now was as good a time as any to reacquaint myself with them.
After a long ride, I finally got to the bar. I knocked on the door fairly loudly. After a few minutes, the door creaked open.
"Sorry, this bar doesn't allow the lower class in," a voice said sarcastically.
"Really," I replied. "Then how in the blue Hell did you get in?" I saw the door slowly open up. Before me stood a guy, my height, jet black hair, soul patch, and tattoos on his arms. He was wearing blue jeans and a white tank top. It was Kyle.
"What I don't look high class Mr. Monopoly?" he asked with a belch in tow. "How ya been ya fucker?" He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the bar, picking up my bags and throwing them behind me. "What brings you here? I mean, Pops told me you'd be droppin' buy to stay for a bit. Didn't really give me any details."
"Well, let's just say I need to clean my head, and nothing like the semi-fresh air of NYC to clear the brain."
"Fine, fine, keep your secrets Mysterio. Just remember, I see all...that and I can be a real jackass when a secret is being kept from me."
"Antsy over secrets are we?" I asked, handing him one of my bags. "What are you, a ten-yearld girl? Now come on and help me get settled in."
"WHOA, do I look like your bitch?"
"I'll buy ya a slice of pizza."
"All righty then," he replied, grasping two duffles and leading me to the apartment above. "And for the record, I want deep dish bitch."
After I had most of my stuff set up in the apartment, we went to a close-by pizza place to get Kyle his precious slice of deep dish. We settled down in a booth, him with his slice and a beer, myself with a salami sub and a Dr. Pepper.
"So tell me Mr. Mystery, what's with the sudden move?" Kyle asked between bites. "I mean, last I heard, your store was doin' well enough, ya had a nice girl, things're great; so what makes you drop all that and drop off right in front of the good ol' Dive?"
"Nothing I really want to talk about right now Sherlock," I grumbled. "Let me just say, it's something I just can't deal with back home. I needed to bail so I could just get clear of it all for a good long while. That and all those California hippies were drivin' me nuts."
"Okay, you got it. No more questions about that subject. But on to more important crap. Like for instance, you wanna go out, get some tail tonight?"
"No, sorry man."
"Why not, you lose yer dick or something on the flight?"
"No, it's just I feel I should start working tonight, you know? Pay your Dad back starting tonight for letting me stay for a while." That sounded reasonable. I couldn't tell him the truth. That I was basically still fucked on the inside after everything that happened between me and Elisha. And what Dyl and Mila had done to me. I didn't even want to start thinking of being back on the single scene again. Bad enough I had thoughts of Elisha with other guys in my head.
"Dude, I'm sure Pops will let you out for at least a night. You're family. It's no big deal."
"Fine, if uncle Nick says yes, why not? Might as well start having fun here. Gonna be here for a while most likely."
"That's the fuckin' spirit my main man!" he exclaimed, getting looks from people in the restaurant. "Oh, pardon me, I come from a long line of obnoxious jackasses."
"Thank goodness my mom doesn't carry the obnoxious gene," I said. "But I did unfortunately get the jackass disease."
"Don't worry fair cousin, there is yet a cure."
"What's that?"
"Ladies. In the words of a great scholar, giggidy giggidy gigg-a-dy. Allllll right."
"Dude, you do know that impression really freaks me out."
"Well duh..."
We headed back to the bar the long way; I decided I wanted to take a bit of a relaxed walk and Kyle decided to come along to try and get me to spill about what had happened in L.A. Fortunately for me, spending most of my summers growing up with the guy, I knew this tactic, and decided to do the one thing that would get him off the subject for good. It would trap us in a pointless, stupid argument for the rest of the day, but it would be worth it.
"You know, no matter how much you bug and annoy me, I'll always hold one fact close to my heart," I said to him as we walked by a hot dog cart.
"What's that?" he asked.
"That Kyle Rayner was easily the best Green Lantern EVER. Better than Hal Jordan. Way better."
"You motherfucker...Hal was TEN TIMES the Lantern your bitch boy Kyle is. Fuckin' Hal was totally fearless and honest; that's a fucking hero!"
And the mouse took the cheese...
"All I'm sayin' is Grant Morrison, who did the best JLA run ever, refused to ever do a flashback story because he thought Hal was bland and boring, whereas Kyle was a fleshed out character," I said as I walked through the door of the bar. We had been arguing for the better part of a half hour. Sure, it was odd, two grown men arguing over a fictional character with a super-hologram power ring, but it was better than poking at a fresh wound.
"Fuck Morrison!" he exclaimed. "Motherfucker wouldn't know a good hero if one came off the page and kicked his ass."
"I didn't ever hear you complain when he had Batman single-handedly beat the living shit out of a bunch of Martians."
"...Go fuck yourself. We're going up to that apartment and reading every GL comic I can find 'til you ditch Kyle GAYner and go for the real hero."
"Whatever dude. Live in your little fantasy world."
"Like you don't?"
"Well, yeah, of course I do. But in my world I get to drive both the Batmobile AND the Mach 5."
"What's that I hear?" a voice asked in the store room. "Is it the sound of two grown men arguing over men in tights? It can only be two people...welcome back Kyle, and how ya doin' Jake?" Out burst my uncle Nick, a big guy. Kingpin big, i.e., muscle, giving me a big hug. He looked like an older version of his son. Older plus muscles and about an extra foot of height.
"Uh, uncle Nick," I managed to get out. "I think you're bruising my ribs."
"Sorry 'bout that kid. Ain't seen my favorite nephew in a while, or heard Nick here talk with as big a dork as him in a while. Made me all sentimental-like. How're things going by the by my boy?"
"Good so far. I was actually gonna ask you if I could start working here tomorrow. Kyle thought it'd be good if I went out with him tonight. I believe the term he used was, 'get some tail.'"
"Well, since it is something of huge importance, why not? I wasn't really gonna have ya start working tonight anyway unless ya wanted to. Thursdays aren't the busiest ya know."
"All right! Party night my almost-bro!" Kyle exclaimed.
"Yeah yeah, but first sonny boy, you and Jake are gonna eat dinner here first. Give Jake a proper welcoming into our home."
"All right Dad. The usual classic Cassidy home-cooked meal?"
"Oh, but of course."
"Takeut Chinese it is."
After the hearty meal of MSG-smothered goodness, Kyle and I went up to the apartment to get ready for the night. Kyle would, no doubt, be dressed in some blueish suit, black shirt. Like Chris Kattan from A Night At The Roxbury. It's his way. Me, I decided to at least look better than I felt. Put on a nice leather jacket that Laura had convinced me to buy before I left, simple white t-shirt and some black slacks. I walked out into the living room, ready to go out. Kyle saw me and started to laugh.
"When the Hell did you become Mr. Fashion Plate?" he asked. "As opposed to your old title, Mr. Potato Head?"
"A good buddy back home kind of got me into looking more like James Bond than Indiana Jones," I replied.
"Gonna have to meet this miracle worker. But only if it's a really hot chick."
"Well, you may meet her. Don't know yet if she'll even have time to come up for a hello."
"Dude, ya gotta intro me if she's hot. Speakin' of buddies a'yours, how're Mila and Dyl?"
"Hey, let's get going, don't want other guys to be gettin' the women-type folk, do we?" I asked abruptly. I wasn't even ready to start speaking on the subject of Dyl or Mila. I got a little pissed off at the mere thought of them. A whole conversation would turn me into the Hulk. Albeit in a stylish leather jacket and not garrish purple pants.
We arrived at the club right in the middle of the ripe time. Not too many people, but more than enough women. Perfect timing. We got in with no trouble. Kyle went immediately out onto the dance floor. I headed to the bar. I've never been one for dancing at all, and electronic music...just ugh. I ordered an MGD and watched Kyle as he effortlessly went up to ladies and got them laughing and interested. Kind of the opposite of me. Especially in my current state of mind. I came here to get my mind off...her. But no matter what I tried, nothing worked. I turned around, I saw a blonde girl who looked like her. I hear her laugh if any girl laughs. But when I think of her, I think of what I did, and what she did...then I want more beer.
I ordered my second one. I took a sip a noticed a girl across the bar looking at me. She was amazingly cute. Nice smile. Long brown hair. Brown eyes. She got up and started to walk towards me, giving me a full view of her. She was wearing a simple enough black dress and black-strap heels, but on her the simple outfit looked flatut gorgeous. She walked up and sat on the stool right next to me.
"You know, you have to be the most depressed looking guy I have ever seen in a nightclub," she said. "And that includes the Goth clubs."
"You don't look like much of a Goth girl," I replied.
"Eh, the thrills of youth," she said with a bit of a laugh. "So what has you so down Mr..."
"Jake, you can call me Jake Parker, Ms..."
"Josie. Josie Maran."
"Wow, I got a swimsuit cover girl that I've never met before talking to me with a bit of concern. Next up, I'l be handed the Nobel Peace Prize. Then someone will hand me the keys for the Batmobile and I'll be fuckin' set"
"What, you don't get attractive women coming up to you at all?"
"Not when I'm holding a beer bottle like its my only bud in the world."
"Well, if you only pay attention to the beer bottle, it just might be your only friend."
"Okay Ms. Maran, you have my undivided attention."
"Good. Now you come over to that booth there and talk to me. Think you can handle that Mr. Parker?"
I followed her over to the booth she was pointing at and we sat down.
"So, Mr. Parker," she asked playfully. "Why so resistant to the charms of a lady?"
"Just some personal stuff really," I said. "And you can call me Jake by the way."
"Okay then Jake, how bad can the personal stuff be to make you ignore any woman giving you the eye?"
"What is this 'eye' you speak of? No woman has ever given me the eye, at least none worth mentioning now."
"Ouch, I pity the poor girl then."
"Believe me, you shouldn't," I said gruffly, the mere thought of Mila enough to start a slow simmer of anger.
"I sense whoever the girl is, she's a subject that should not be spoken of."
"By George, I do think you're right Ms. Maran!"
"A-thank you kind sir."
"Perhaps you could solve another mystery for me," I asked, taking another sip from my beer.
"What's that?" she asked with a smile.
"Why exactly would a swimsuit model-turned-actress come up to a visibly depressed guy in a bar when there are more than enough happy, although most likely shit-faced, guys on the floor and at the bar?"
"You want the truth then? Well, I know your cousin, we used to date, but are friends now, and he said you were a bit on the down side, and someone like me talking to you might cheer you up."
"Because I'm of course shallow enough for that to work."
"Hey, don't take any offense Jake. He just thought it'd cheer you up. Obviously he was wrong, and I'm sorry if I bothered you." She got up to leave before I grabbed her arm.
"No, sit down please. I'm sorry if I'm coming off as rude, but it just kind of gets to me that someone thinks they need to goad women into talking to me, thinking it's A) A GOOD thing, and B) Like it's gonna magically wash away what's going on in my life."
"He was just trying to help, so don't be too pissed at him. Damn, whatever happened to you must have been big to make you this aggressive."
"How would you know what I'm normally like?"
"Kyle talks about you a bit. And from the picture he painted, you come off more as a Picasso version of it right now."
"Well, I am sorry if somehow the holy image of Jake was distorted."
"Could you please lay the sarcasm on a bit thicker?"
"Sorry," I said, sipping again.
"Listen, I'm sorry if me coming up to you bent you out of shape at all. Let me make it up to you."
"How?"
"Let me take you out tomorrow for a day of 'making it up to you' fun. Eveything my treat. Movie, you got it. Food, whatever restaurant you want. Las thing Kyle wanted was to get you more into whatever funk he thinks you're in."
"You have a deal there Ms. Maran," I said, taking her hand and shaking it. "Wise man say, 'One who turns down free food, is also total moron'."
"You told a friend of yours to talk to me," I said to Kyle, playing darts with him in the apartment.
"Yeah, so what's the big deal?" he asked, leaning on the couch arm, sipping at a soda.
"The problem is, it kinda made me feel like a leper. 'Oh please kind miss, talk to my socially inept friend there. I promise you he can form sentences.'"
"Jake, you know it's not even remotely like that. I just knew you were bummed, so I figured I could call in a favor from a pal."
"Who just happens to be a former swimsuit, among other things, model. That you used to date."
"Yeah. Ain't living in New York grand?"
"I suppose. You know, when your own family isn't treating you like an emotional retard, I guess it can be pretty good."
"Oh stop whining. I swear, you're the only man on Earth who would get pissed because his cousin is responsible for him meeting an insanely hot woman. I shudder for the poor soul who'd dare give you a tip tonight at the bar."
"Oh shut up. What time is it anyway?"
"Around 11:30, why?"
"I gotta go. I'm meeting Josie at some coffee shop at noon."
"I fucking knew it. All this bitching and moaning, and you wound up with a date. Ungrateful prick."
"Hey, it's not a date. She felt bad for making me feel like a tool with the social graces of a turnip."
"Oh, so it's a pity date. So sorry buddy."
"Like I said before, shut up."
"So Mr. Parker, let's get to know you a bit better," Josie said, taking a sip from her coffee cup. "What makes you tick?"
"Like I said last night, call me Jake," I replied. "And could you be a bit more specific on the facts you want to know. What makes me tick isn't the greatest thing to ask for specifics."
"You sure you want me to ask specifics?" she asked in a playful tone.
"I think we both know that there is at least one subject you can do well to steer clear from."
"All right then. Let's see, what do I want to know...let's get the basics out of the way. What do you do for a living, back in L.A. I mean. Kyle said something about you being a bartender up here."
"Well, back home, I own and run a bookstore. Pretty good business. My parents are watching it for me while I'm up here though."
"Sound like nice folks."
"They're great actually."
"Okay, next question...hmmmm...what music you like? What gets Jake Parker groovin'?"
"Good old fashioned rock and roll of course. Nothing but the best, little lady."
"You play any instruments?"
"Just some really bad guitar playing."
"And now for the drumroll question," she said, drumming her hands rapidly on the diner table. "What does Jake Parker want to do with his life?"
"For a living you mean? Well, I want to write basically. Anything. Movies, books, warning labels on medicine, anything."
"Sounds like a nice dream. You ever go anywhere with it?"
"Well, I've had a few short stories published, nothing huge though. Kind of lost the spur to write recently."
"And something tells my sixth-sense that asking what caused that leads us to the forbidden conversation topic."
"Damn, you should have your own Ms. Cleo line, you're that good."
"It's a gift," she said with a laugh. "So, what do you want to do next Jake?"
"Hmm, let's go catch a movie. I think I read that a theatre around here is playing some Chaplin flicks."
"You wouldn't rather see something more... modern?"
"Hey, don't underestimate the genius that is Charles Chaplin. Let's go."
The marathon was great idea, at least in my eyes. A bunch of Chaplin's shorts, rounded out by a showing of his film, The Great Dictator. Great stuff. I just wish I could have enjoyed it a bit more. But Josie, not that she was chirpy or anything during the movie, kept me distracted. She hung her head on my shoulder, snuggled close to me. A bit more friendly than I had anticipated, and it did bug me a bit. Not that I minded a woman like Josie being around me. But I still had leftover issues I had to deal with. I would have felt like a total clown shoe though if I had said anything, so I just let it go on. Still, the bother lingered.
After the conclusion of the movie, we left and headed back to the bar. I still had to work tonight after all. She dropped me off and gave me a kiss on the cheek goodbye, leaving me feeling, well, awkward I suppose the word is. Didn't matter really though. From the impression I was getting, she was just friendly, and she was simply saying goodbye. Still, any kind of affection from a woman felt pretty weird from where I was standing. I was still sporting an open wound from the Elisha Affair, so any female affection felt undeserved.
But, couldn't focus on that at the moment. I spent too much of my time away wallowing in the fallout from those events. Time to focus on working.
"So, how was your first night on the job Jake?" uncle Nick asked, helping me stack the chairs as we closed up.
"Not bad uncle Nick," I replied. "Got some tips, watched as Kyle scored on some female customers, and got beaned with a liquor bottle as a result of Kyle's lack of flair skills. All in all, pretty much what I expected."
"Good, good. And how about you, how're things goin' with you?"
"Ah great, you too now?"
"Hey, I just know you wouldn't up and leave your store over nothin'. Wanna tell me what's up now, or wait a bit?"
"I'll take the latter sir."
"Suit yourself. But you'll feel better when ya let it all out. It's not healthy to bottle whatever you got inside all up. Eventually it's gonna explode."
"I know, I know, but I just want to handle MY problems MY way."
"Okay kid, I get it. Have a good night then."
"You too," I said, as I walked up to my room.
I stood up on the roof that night, my cell phone in my hand. Elisha's number primed to call. Maybe if I just heard her voice, I would feel better. Maybe I could get her talking to me, rethink the decision. Maybe I could get her to see how much I loved her, and how much this tore me apart. Hell, perhaps she's at her house, thinking about calling up my cell phone right now.
I turned the phone off. Yeah right. And maybe I'll be first in line for a Barbara Streisand greatest hits collection. She never wanted to see me again. And maybe it's better that way. For her at least. I sat down against the the ledge, my head hanging down.
"Hey, Jake, what're you doin' up here?" Kyle asked cautiously. "Josie's here, we're gonna go catch that Fulci marathon. I thought it would cheer ya up."
"Tell her I can't make it," I replied, not even looking up.
"Uh, why?"
"Because...because I just can't. Not in the mood for entertainment right now."
"Dude, what the Hell is up with you? You have this total fox waiting for you downstairs, wanting to see you, and you're up here moping? What's the deal? This is not the Jake Parker that I got the Mendoza twins with 4 years ago. Hell, this Jake Parker couldn't even beat Lance Storm on the charisma-meter."
"Nothing's up. I just need some time alone. You two go on without me."
"Jake," he said sitting next to me. "The sooner you let whatever's up your craw out, the sooner you get back to normal man. I need the Jakester back. Who else is gonna give me Hell in comic trivia? However pathetic it may be, it's still a highlight of our friendship bud."
"Listen man, I promise, I'll tell you eventually," I said to him. "Just not now. I can't right now."
"Okay dude. You sure you don't wanna catch the movies?"
"I'm fine. Have fun."
"All right," he said, getting up and walking back down to the apartment.
Oh yeah, things were looking great. What else could go wrong? And that's when the rain started. And me in my leather jacket. Fuck.
I awoke to angry knocking on my door. I groggily got up and answered. "What?" I asked, wiping the crust from my eyes.
"What's with the ditchy-ditchy Jake?" Josie asked, obviously a bit tiffed, though I can't imagine why.
"What do you mean ditch?" I asked. "I just decided against going. What, you can't have fun with Kyle or something?"
"No, I can. I just thought you were gonna join us. Would you have gone along if I hadn't been there? And tell the truth."
"You want the truth?" I asked, putting a pair of jeans on. "Probably. If you hadn't been along, I most likely would have gone."
"What's your deal exactly Jake, some girl fuck you over so badly you can't even watch a fucking movie with a female? You had no problem at the Chaplin films."
"Yeah, because I didn't know you were gonna be laying your head on my shoulder. That made me feel a bit uncomfortable."
"Oh, well I'm soooooo sorry for being friendly. That bitch must have done a number on you."
"You don't get to call her that. You don't fucking know her or what happened!"
"Maybe you should tell me then, so I can get a fair grasp of what I can and can't do! You know, you don't come with an instruction manual!"
"Why do you even care? You only just met me."
"Because, I like you Jake. Enough to be concerned about you in general, and enough to be offended if you won't do something you would normally enjoy just because I'm there. When people do something to make me feel like I have the Plague, I take notice."
"Fine. You wanna know? Then let's go for a walk."
We exited the building and went for a stern walk, if such a thing could even be had. We sat down at a bench and I told her what went on. With Elisha. And Mila & Dyl. Everything. Elisha sleeping with an ex while she was visiting her family, me fucking Mila while she was gone. And how I had been deceived by Mila and Dyl. Everything that led me to where I was now.
"Wow," she said. "That's quite a time you had there Jake. And while I like how you take the blame for your part, it sounds like you blame EVERYTHING on yourself. No one made Elisha sleep with her ex, that was her choice. No one MADE her decide you two couldn't work through what happened, she came to that conclusion on her own. You have no reason to beat yourself up over it as much as you are, and I think part of you knows this. And don't forget that your two 'friends' also played a small role in this little Hell."
"I know it's not all my fault," I replied. "But Josie, I hurt her. I hurt the woman I loved."
"What, like she didn't hurt you? She's not as innocent in this as you make her out to be in your mind Jake. You're not the bad guy. She's not the bad girl. You both just went through a rough spot. Alligator skin-rough, but you both could have gotten through. She decided to not even try. Best thing you can do now is just go on, move on, and show her what she threw away. Don't let this break-up dominate your life. You're better than that. I've barely known you a few days and know that. It's all right to be hurt, but don't let the hurt dominate you."
"Thanks Josie. I'm not completely feeling better, but a bit of me does."
"Always glad to help someone who needs it. Even if they are social retards."
"Oh yeah, that does wonders for my self-esteem."
"Hey, I'm no miracle worker. So, now that the big time confession is done with, what do you want to do now?"
"Well, all I had planned to do today was maybe watch a DVD at my place. You're welcome to join me of course."
"Don't mind if I do."
We walked into the apartment, Josie nonchalantly throwing her jacket on the recliner as I headed for the DVD case. "What do you want to watch?" I asked.
"What do you have?"
"We got your standard horror, classic horror, classic comedy, modern comedy, action, and the occasional drama."
"Could you be a bit more vague? I want specifics my man!"
"How about Army Of Darkness?"
"Oh, what's that? Never seen it. Kyle talks about it occasionally. Is it good?"
"Is it good? Is it good? My dear lady, what pop culture vortex were you raised in? I think we need to pop this in the player, stat."
"All right doctor, I think I'm prepped."
90 minutes later, and I was actually in a good mood. No mopeyness, and I had just experienced of pure goofball fun from the genius of Sam Raimi. I looked over to Josie to gauge her reaction. I couldn't get much of a visual reading.
"So, did you like it?" I asked eagerly awaiting the answer.
"It was okay I guess," she replied.
"Okay? OKAY? Come on, you can do better than that! Try amazing! Spectacular even! I'll accept sensational as well."
"What? I wasn't blown away. I suppose it's more of a guy thing."
"But...the boomstick...and the one-liners..."
"Oh calm down. No reason for a breakdown."
"All right...not everyone can recognize genius I suppose."
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," she said with a smirk, walking to the fridge. "Can I get something to drink?"
"Sure, help yourself," I shrugged, walking over to join her. "Toss me a Dr. Pepper while you're at it." She did, and as soon as I opened it, I got a face full of carbonated soda.
"SHIT! I'm sorry Jake, let me help you get that off," she said, picking up a dry dish rag and dabbing at my face. "I'm so sorry."
"Eh, no prob," I replied. "Juts a simple change of shirts and rinse of the hair, and I should be good. I'll be right back." I headed to my room to get a new shirt, I reached for my handy-dandy, always there in a bind DX t-shirt, before I heard Josie behind me.
"You know, I don't think the shirt is completely necessary," she said as I turned around. She was leaning against the doorway. "In fact, it may be a severe detriment to what I want to do to you, unless we can perhaps use it as a restraint, but I think you're still too fresh for something like that..."
"Uh, what're you talking about Josie?" I asked, though my head was now realizing what she had in mind as the words escaped my mouth.
"Oh, come on now Jake," she said matterf-factly, "I think you have a good enough head on your shoulders to grasp the concept of what I want. Mainly because it's also something you need."
"Uh, que?"
"Listen, I know you're just now starting to jump over your emotional hurdles, and I'm not gonna push anymore on that end. But physically, well, let's just go on ahead to that hurdle."
"Listen, Josie, I don't know if I'm ready for that. You're right, but simply unloading what happened is hardly a monumental step."
"I think it is," she said, moving her hand down to my crotch and giving a gentle squeeze. "And I think you deserve a reward big guy."
"Uh, big guy?"
"Well, I figured I could be nice, or be honest and call you slightly above average guy, but that's just judging from the squeeze," she said with a smirk. "I would like to find out though."
"Josie, I..." was all I could get before she got on her toes to deliver a kiss to my lips.
"Shhh, this is just physical. Nothing more. Go with the flow. You might enjoy yourself." My mind tried to come up with a reason to say no. But nothing was there to really hold me back. Elisha and I? Over, most likely for good. Mila? ABSOLUTELY nothing there. She wanted it, no doubt. And my mind could provide no obstacle.
Having no reason to stall anymore, I gave in. I picked her up in my arms, my hands cupping her ass, and kissed her deeply, feeling a smile cross her face as I moved with her in my arms to the door to shut it. As soon as the door was closed, I pressed her against it, giving me a bit more help in holding her up.
I reluctantly moved my hands from her firm ass and moved them to her tone stomach, my fingers slowly gliding in circles across her skin, scraping across the appendix scar on her stomach. I grabbed onto the belly shirt she wore and slowly removed it, exposing her mounds to me. I eagerly went for them, sucking her right breast into my mouth as much as possble, slowly letting it escape my mouth, nibbling gently on her aroused nipple before it left my mouth completely. I gave the same treatment to the left, getting a pleasureful sigh to escape Josie's mouth, another smile crossing her face.
I moved from the door to my bed laying her down on it. She let go of her grasp around my neck as I lowered my head down her body, licking on and around her breasts, leaving a trail of saliva as I slowly licked down her stomach, until I got to the barrier of her jeans. I undid her belt and playfully flung it against the door. The button above her zipper was the next thing to go, and I grabbed her zipper with my teeth and slowly undid it. I rose up slightly from my position of kneeling on the floor to remove her jeans, with her underwear in tow. She was now naked before me. She rose up, propping herself up on her arms. "You've gotten a nice view, now it's my turn."
Josie crawled towards where I was standing infront of the bed and rose to look at me. She reached her arm around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss as she undid my pants with her other one. As the kiss broke, she gave my lips a quick lick, and laid herself back down on the bed and I removed my pants completely.
I slowly parted Josie's legs, bending my neck down to lick and nibble on her calves. I slowly moved my body up, lightly grasping her legs and moving them on my back as I licked up to her slit, planting kisses on her inner thighs as I reached my destination. I slid my finger up and down her aroused lips, barely applying pressure, but just enough to get a reaction from her. She shot her hand down to my head, pulling me into her.
I lightly licked her lips before slowly inserting my tongue in as far as it could go, moving it around as best I could to hit every point possible. I then moved my fingers in for some of the action, thrusting my index and middle fingers in straight and instantly crooking and twisting them upon entry, as I moved my tongue to her aroused nub, teaming up with my other hand's thumb.
Josie's back arched, groaning with pleasure from the treatment she was receiving from me. I moved my thumb and gave total attention of Josie's clit to my mouth, taking it in an sucking on it, tracing anything I could think of across it, gently raking my teeth across it, anything I could think of to get her off. Meanwhile, my fingers continued their work, removing them only briefly for Josie to taste herself.
I continued this treatment until Josie roughly grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up. "Enough of the warm-up, let's get to the main attraction," she said, putting me on my back as she mounted me, loud groans escaping both of our mouths.
Josei gripped me hard by the shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh as she began riding me, wasting no time in building a steady rhythm. I moved my hands to her hips as I thrust upwards, matching her for everything she had. With one hand on her hip, I moved one towards her crotch, circling my thumb around her clit as we fucked, getting a shriek of delight to emerge from her throat.
I lifted her off of me and motioned for her to get on all fours in front of me, which she happily did. I got up behind her and lined my slick cock up with her waiting hole and, grabbed her by the hips, and quickly thrust myself inside. "Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk," Josie managed to mutter, before going back to the simple moans and grunts were speaking in.
The slapping of our flesh together was audible enough for anyone who happened to come into the apartment to hear. Luckily, Kyle would be out until around 3 in the afternoon, so there was really no need for stealth or silence, so I reached around to frig Josie's clit again as we fucked, trying to get a bit louder of a reaction from her. While I didn't get a loud reaction, I got a physical one, with her tightening her grip on my covers, biting into my pillow, not aware that there was no reason for quiet. Still a wonderful site to behold.
I grabbed Josie around her stomach and rose her so her back was now touching my stomch, my hand now massaging and kneading her breasts, ours lips intertwined in savage kisses and lip bites. We could taste the sweat on each other's faces as those same faces contorted in pleasure.
As one hand pinched and tweeked her nipples, and the other teased and stimluated her clit, Josie's orgasm hit her, and her body stiffened like a 2 x 4, and I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, her juices coating it completely and running down her thighs. Witha few more thrusts, I was th reaching my popint as well.
"I'm gonna cum Josie, " I grunted.
"Pull out of me," she said breathlessly. I did as she asked, and watched she turned around and took me into her mouth and sucked me off. But, being as close as I was, I wouldn't really enjoy the full treatment. All it took was a few bobs of her head and I unleashed my load into her mouth, coating her tongue and running down her throat. I was shocked out how much I was shooting. Then again, I hadn't had any kind of sex for a bit.
When I was finally spent, I slowly pulled my wilting cock out and laid myself down on the bed. But right as I did that Josie got up.
"I'm gonna shower then head out," she said very nonchalantly. "Gotta check and see if I got any new scripts to peruse ya know. But if you're interested, you, me and Kyle can go catch a movie tomorrow. That sound good?"
"Sounds great," I said catching my breath. "See you later?"
"Count on it Jake. And feel better about yourself. You're a good guy. Odd taste in movies, but a good guy." And with that and a laugh, she headed towards the shower.
I was on the roof again the next night, once again holding my cell phone in my hand, once agin with ELisha's number high-lighted. But this time, I had no intention of calling. Instead, I did something else. I deleted her number. Josie was right. Elisha didn't even want to try and work out our problems. One bump, albeit a large one, was too much for her, so she quit. And I can't let myself be hung up on her, or Mila, anything else that happened. All I can do is move forward. I'm not completely over everything. But the past couple of weeks have been a start, if nothing else.
I was heading to the doorway to walk back downstairs when I got a call from Kyle. "You joining us for the movies or not man?" he asked urgently. "The cab's not gonna wait forever."
"I'm on my way down," I replied. "Don't wet yourself."
"Whatever, just move your ass."
"I'm goin', I'm goin'." I turned off the phone and shut it off, and headed down the stairs and out to the cab, actually ready to attempt to enjoy myself. A great movie once said, "Can't rain all the time", and in some cases, that's true, no matter how much a of a downpour you might get at once. | Benefits Ch. 08 | [
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May took down the book off the shelf and tried not to look guilty about it. She was just a regular patron of the city library. She had just as much right to be here as anyone else. These were the things she told herself as she took the book to the sign out desk. The girl there tried to make conversation but May couldn't make eye-contact and pushed her glasses up her nose. Sensing this customer may be one of *those* people, the girl signed out the book and handed it back.
May hurried out of the library as soon as the book was in her hands. She certainly looked like one of those people, wearing a long skirt down to her ankles, a shirt and a cardigan. She even had the thick glasses of a woman who'd spent most of her time reading. Social interaction with human beings was not one of May's favourite things. It didn't even come in the top twenty.
She wouldn't even have come into town today so late - *one o'clock on a weekend?!* - to be jostled by too many people doing too many noisy things, but her brother was leaving his dog with her for the week and she hadn't the faintest how to mind such an animal. This book on dogs was what she needed. Words she could soak in and make a part of herself.
She made it home, bolting the doors behind her with relief, an hour before her brother was to arrive. May needed that hour to calm down from the acute anxiety and paranoia that someone had seen she existed. The ring on her phone made her wail until she checked the number and saw it was just her brother. He was acceptable as human company, but too much of him at once was still hard. He was an energetic, larger than life character who could get a person's life story from them within five minutes of meeting them. May often wondered why he took the time to visit his timid, house-bound sister.
"Mayo!" he cried as she opened the door, enveloping her instantly in a wide hug.
"Gus, hello," she gasped as he squeezed the air out of her lungs. August, or just 'Gus' to most people, pinched her cheeks in an annoyingly big brotherly way.
"Is it okay to bring Davy in?" he asked.
May nodded. Her fear of people didn't extend to other creatures, and she stepped aside as Gus led Davy in.
He was a big, beautiful Alsatian with long hair. He was almost completely black, save for some dark brown to tan highlights around his face. He was also very friendly, wagging and sniffing at May and licking her face when she leant down to fuss his ears and face.
"Oh he's lovely!" she cooed.
"Isn't he just. Thanks so much for taking care of him. I hate to leave the big lug but what with that earthquake and all ..." Gus was an emergency worker who was dispatched to provide aid after a big disaster. May just nodded.
"When's your flight?" she asked. She could never get on a plane herself, much too terrifying.
"In two hours, I hate to dump him on you and run, but they never give us much warning. Here's his food, his bowls and his toys."
Gus gave her a whirlwind of instructions and May felt as much a disaster area as the one he was going to by the time he left. Knowing his sister's need for thorough time tables, Gus had carefully drawn up a rota for feeding Davy with the weight of food he was allowed and suggested periods of time to walk him. He'd even supplied a time table of when the park was least populated.
May stuck the rota to the fridge and went into the living room to see Davy making himself at home in his dog bed. She turned on the television for background noise and curled up with her book on dog care.
Adjusting to life with Davy was easy enough. He was a very easily pleased hound and so charming she let him sleep on the bed and sit on the sofa with his great head in her lap as she read. On the third day of having him around, May found herself lingering back through her book to the section on breeding. The writer had helpfully included pictures of canine anatomy and there was even a photo of a bitch being mounted by a dog. For some reason, she felt warm each time she looked at it. Dog breeding looked like it merited further study and when it got to evening and her internet was free again, she looked up some websites.
She began lingering on pictures of coupling dogs, feeling warm and strangely breathless. The clock chimed eleven and she turned off the computer, getting dressed for bed.
Maybe it was because of the pictures she'd seen, but she had the strangest dream of running on all fours, tongue lolling. She found Davy running beside her and suddenly she was a woman again in a hospital. The dream fell apart before she could remember anything beyond him climbing on top of her. She woke to find Davy sprawled over part of her, huffing in his sleep and twitching his paws.
"Silly dog," she whispered, looking at his body. An idea came to her mind and she looked around as if anyone could possibly be in her home to see. Careful not to jostle him too much and wake him, May opened her legs so he was lying between them, his head on her stomach. She lay there, his heavy, warm body pressing down on her and for the first time in her life, felt a tingle between her legs.
It alarmed her, even as it pleased her. Was she seriously so depraved that her first sexual feeling was about a dog? She sighed to herself and went back to sleep, still wedged under Davy.
The next day, while out walking him, she watched Davy run and bounce around. He looked so strong and so happy to see her every time she called. Would he mind that she fantasised about him? She hoped he wouldn't. She imagined he'd be flattered, as he seemed to affable. But maybe that was just her projecting her needs on him.
When two people appeared with their dog in the distance, May decided to leave the park, putting Davy's lead on so they could walk home together. He was panting and looked happy with himself. She felt so safe with him, not even panicking when someone passed them on the same path. It was little things like that that made her life better, that made being with him better.
May broke her personal rule for once about using the internet during daytime hours, when she had to pay extra, and logged on when they got home. She searched for dogs again, finding some more questionable pictures and stumbled upon a practical guide for getting a dog to fuck a human. She was mortified and closed the window, compulsively getting up and drawing the curtains in case some spy with a long range telescope was snooping at her doings. She tried to bury herself in some reading but found the dogwners guide in her hands again. She had turned to the breeding section without even thinking about it.
Davy watched her from his bed, head on his paws.
May looked at him.
He was so big, and powerful. The tingle returned to her loins and she knew, very keenly, that she would regret not doing something about it forever. She returned to the computer and relocated the guide, tracking through her page history. With her heart in her throat, she went to the fridge and took out some butter. She spooned a bit into a bowl and put the rest back in the fridge. Her hands shook as she looked at the blob melting slightly around the curve of the china.
May went around the house and closed all the curtains and blinds, even the one in the bathroom that over-looked a brick wall. Once that was done, she returned to her bedroom and started to undress. Off came the cardigan she always wore, the skirt, the shirt and the tights. Finally, off came her large knickers and her bra. She left her glasses on, saw herself in the mirror and then hung a blanket over it. She didn't want to see her skinny body and small breasts. She was an 'ironing board'. She'd been told that enough to know it was true.
She wouldn't let the sight of her body bring her down now though, not when she'd gotten the butter out and everything. Feeling vulnerable, May walked back to the kitchen to retrieve said butter, and returned to the living room.
Davy perked up at the smell of butter, and it looked like she had food which she always shared with him. He got up from his bed and padded over, wagging happily. May nearly lost her nerve but then his fur brushed against her bare leg and she felt a frisson of pleasure the rolled up her spine and then deep into her pussy. She perched on the edge of the sofa and got some butter on her hand, grimacing at the oily cold. Davy immediately started to lick at it and she took a deep breath before smearing the butter over her mound and between her legs. Davy's tongue followed and May gasped as the hot, wide tongue started to lather her clit and labia. It was so flexible it got into every fold and dip. May leaned back, biting her lip as the dog's tongue slipped inside her a little. She could see his tail wagging and he became more interested with the hot, sticky fluid that started to seep from her vagina.
May watched him work his head between her legs, licking her inner thighs as well as her pussy, rasping over her labia in a way that shot thrills up her body with every stroke. She wanted him between her legs, properly. She reached her hands down and managed, with some effort, to push him back from licking her.
"Lie down, Davy. Lie down!" she said, trying to be firm. Davy reluctantly laid down, but kept licking his chops, clearly wanting to lick her out again. The guide had said to pet him on the sides until the tip of his penis started to crown. May licked her own lips and started to fuss him, patting, stroking and scratching his sides until she found the sweet spot. One of his legs stuck out and he rolled on his side and she could see the reddish pink tip of his cock peeping out of his sheath. She kept scratching at him, watching the pointed cock hungrily. When about an inch of it was out, peeling back the hood of his sheath, she just leant down and took the tip in her mouth.
It tasted too strong to be pleasant, all musky and salty, but she trailed her tongue around the tip. She wanted his cock out to the full before he got on top of her. She felt his front paw flail a bit on her back as she slid her lips down the rapidly emerging penis. It had such a fluid shape, a tapered end that flared out then dipped in a bit and flared again. She grimaced when she felt something hot and very salty drip onto her tongue and pulled her mouth off. More beads of the clear fluid started to squeeze out of the tip of his cock and she hoped this wasn't ejaculation.
Davy whined when she pulled off and she didn't need to try and pull him up because he was already getting to his feet, his cock fully extended and waving about as he tried to push over her. May gave him soft encouragements as she eased herself back up to perch on the edge of the sofa, her legs open. She patted the cushions beside her and Davy reared his forepaws up either side of her, crowding in close.
May grabbed his penis before he jammed it some place she didn't want and the moment her fingers wrapped around it, he started to hump urgently.
"Easy, almost, easy boy," she whispered, sliding herself forward a bit as she guided the hard tip of his cock to her waiting pussy. The moment he felt her slick mouth against his tip, he surged, impaling her firmly. May cried out, not having time to ready herself before his cock surged in again, splitting her hymen and sinking deeper. Davy humped furiously until he was almost completely buried in her.
May wrapped her arms around his back as he growled and thrust again and again. She knew what was coming and breathed out against the sting of her torn hymen.
"Come on, Davy, knot with me," she whispered, her breasts rubbing against his thick neck fur and her stomach lurching with every thrust of his desperate shaft. She felt the swollen end of his cock bashing against her labia and when he went to hump again, she forced herself forward, groaning as her lips reluctantly parted to let the swelling pass.
Davy rocked himself in her, forelegs clutched around her as he enjoyed the feeling of this willing bitch accepting his dominance. May arched her body under him, burying her face and hands in his fur as they locked together. She could feel him pumping away to his climax and kissed his face.
A few moments of grunting and panting later, he abruptly tried to get down, getting his leg tangled as he tried to pull it over. She soothed him and hiked her own knees up until he could get his leg over himself, turning so he was standing, facing away from her.
May put her legs down either side of his haunches and started to grind her hips around the shaft buried and locked fast inside her. She felt the hot, liquid spurt as Davy started to cum and gripped the pillows as she arched and rotated her hips. A dog was spilling his load inside her, and she loved it. She loved the smell of him and the way his knot forced her to stay on him.
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*The Key (C)MMVII Whyte Yote*
"I have the key, Father! The key! You can't let them have it!"
The coyote was dying. Robert Maguire had seen enough in his tenure to make him sure of that fact, even if he was unsure about nearly everything else in the world. His words were soft, muted, wet with the same blood that even now was beginning to coagulate on the priest's hands as he held the canine off the rough-hewn stone steps of the church dais.
"My son, we need to get you to a doctor. You shouldn't be talking." Robert was whispering and he didn't know why. The cathedral was silent and closed. Saturday evening Mass had ended more than two hours ago. How this man, bloody and limping and infected with old wounds, had entered into the nave was the furthest thing from his mind. How to get him to a hospital, with no car, was more of a priority.
"Father," said the coyote, who coughed, splattering red all over Robert's frock like a physical representation of what he had been thinking about before this had happened. "No doctors. Please. They can't find me. I--" another coughing fit. "I need your word." And he fell back, breath shallow, upon the dais. His word? What good was his word anymore? Integrity was not a word with which the badger associated much these days.
"Lord, if you're there," he muttered under his breath, watching the coyote's vermilion, matted face, "you had better do something. I can't make this decision on my own." It was a coput and he knew it. He knew what he should do, and he was looking for a way out, another thing to blame on God, another sin left to the Father of all Man. Robert had just come out of the confessional, even though the last confession had been almost an hour gone.
"You loved me."
Robert was startled. He looked around the cathedral for the source before realizing it had come from the bleeding, delirious man in his arms. Had he really thought God was speaking to him? "Yes, my child?"
"You loved me when no one else would. I don't blame you. I don't regret a minute." What was this, then? For the ramblings of a dying man, the coyote's eyes were remarkably clear. They held the old badger's own, masked by rimless spectacles, with stoic yellow fire.
"We must get you some help. You're in a bad way." But the coyote thrust into his chest, twisting his frock and pulling him almost on top. His breath was rancid, irony.
"Don't you see? I need to disappear. You don't understand." And Robert didn't understand. It was starting to eat him up inside, knowing he was in the middle of something very important yet unreachable by his mind. "No traces. Give me your word." The coyote coughed again, and a fresh warm torrent ran over the badger's fingers. The wounds were old, but they were deep. The sudden realization that there was no hope to save him fell like a weight heavier than years of Robert's own sinful pride, and he had to fight off the utter despair and focus as he lost this dying soul.
"Take the key. No traces. No one can find you."
"I can do that," he said. He felt like he wanted to do whatever he could to make this work, if these were the last moments, if he could do anything at all. He still didn't understand, but maybe it wasn't up to him. Maybe it would come later. The coyote smiled, showing teeth as red as the rest of his muzzle, and *laughed* a little. It must have felt good to him, and Robert was happy for that.
"Thank you, Father." The canine convulsed, his whole frame seizing to one side, then the other. Robert was aware of his knees becoming soaked with blood. There was so much of it! "Breast...breast pocket..." Trying to reach into his shirt, the coyote stiffened and fell still. Robert thought that was the end until the hand that was halfway concealed now disappeared behind the tattered and soiled fabric, fumbling and finally making purchase. Jingling followed, and the object fell out of the coyote's grasp. It came to rest two steps below them.
Robert picked it up, gleaming dully from candles scattered throughout the worship space. Gold-plated, it had long since lost its shine to a patina that looked decades old, yet it showed signs of having been cut recently and by a modern machine. The badger turned it over in his fingers, letting its supposed power and mystery hypnotize him, until he noticed the keychain attached to the key.
"Father...do you remember?" the canine wheezed. A glaze was forming over his eyes, a gel thicker than it was supposed to be. There was no longer hope for him. But he had the key, and that was important. *Why* had yet to be answered. Robert looked at the keychain. It was familiar, and it was definitely older than the key. An old image, a reproduction of a painting from the Middle Ages, of an old polar bear with a flowing white beard and jovial features. A staff he held in one hand. His face was old, sage but youthful and bright.
It was the face of Saint Nicholas. The patron saint of children.
Robert remembered. Over twenty years ago.
The coyote saw his face and smiled. "Father, remember...do me the honor, please..." He grabbed the badger's wrist with wet, limp fingers. "No traces."
"No traces. Of course."
"Thank you. My--" Coughing hard, struggling for breath, because he only needed one more, just one more. "My name is Colson Porter, and I never stopped loving you." And that was the last before his breathing was too shallow. But he was still alive.
Robert sighed. Yes, now he remembered. Some of it he didn't want to. But now the coyote was only thirteen, fresh-faced and ready for the world. So many memories. Most of them beautiful. The priest felt like he should cry, but his capacity would not allow it.
"Oh, Cole," he said, stroking the canine's hand. "I'll take care of everything. Now go be with God."
"Go home," Colson replied. "That sounds nice." The yellow eyes faded, but did not close. It was over, with nary a sound to be heard. Robert folded the coyote's eyes and crossed himself, asking for a strength he knew he could never possess and not knowing whether he would receive help from where he needed it most, in this hour, on this night, for this soul.
Saint Zita's was new enough to have been built with a large congregation in mind, but still old enough to have its own cemetery, hidden by thick stands of oak and pine, off the back of the building and its kitchen. People still came here to remember the dead, but not to mourn: not a single soul was left who was less than two generations removed from any resident of these plots. Robert Maguire toured the grounds often, sometimes in contemplation, others in sad--almost shameful--regret. The most recently interred was Jacob Goldsmith, born 11 October 1811, died 6 June 1879, Beloved Father, Skilled Horseman, Keeper of Dogs, Former '49er. Not the football kind, though.
The priest bet, as he perspired under his heavy vestments even in the cool night (the thought had never occurred to him to disrobe), the venerable Jacob Goldsmith never had to deal with the kinds of stresses of this modern-day life. He also bet that if Jacob Goldsmith were anything like himself, he would have been beaten and hanged long before now.
The old Chinese man who operated the only hardware store open past six o'clock in the evening gave him an odd look when he had stopped in to purchase more lye than any sane person could ever need, but it was half-hearted at best. It was the look of fleeting interest and pseudo-ambivalence that told the badger *You are being suspicious mister, but I'll let you go this time*. He muttered something about home-made soaps as a church fundraiser before laying down the cash and sulking, rather guiltily, out the door and back to Saint Zita's, where a grim task awaited him.
Soft earth, made softer by a previous sudden afternoon squall, gave way easily even under Robert's weak arms. With only the intermittent glow from streetlamps to work by, Robert felt very much alone in his efforts, save for the key that kept jingling, announcing its presence in its new home of khaki slacks. Its weight in his pocket, like a rumor waiting to be discovered, reminded him often of the importance of following Cole's request. It also reminded him that beyond this, there was more to do than live and let it be. And if he did nothing, then something would happen by itself. The thought of that, unknown and possibly hideous, scared him into action. He was, after all, a man of fear.
A vague sense that he didn't belong here, in this moment, at the handle of this shovel, permeated the badger's thoughts for the millionth time tonight. Such thoughts occurred to him often nowadays, more during otherwise normal moments, even in the middle of a sermon. The wrong person in the wrong body in the wrong world. But it was easier to do what he knew best and get on with it. Live and let it be, but once again, that argument came around full-circle and ended in a smoldering pile of thought-ashes because of Cole. Cole and his stupid dying and his stupid key.
*Serenity, Father,* he thought, and he could see clearly again. The floating patches of light that were the white fur on his palms, gripped tightly and resolutely, removing the last cubic feet of earth from a grave that was never to be discovered. Unless the coyote's movements could be traced through witnesses; then, if the inquiries came, he would tell the truth: that he had respected a dying man's last wishes as a priest and a Catholic, a trustee of God himself. (Though God was becoming more and more of a scapegoat than anything else) You want to take possession of the body? Sure, I'll take you to it. I'll fill out a report, too. Anything special he said? No, just asked to be buried where no trace of him would remain.
But some of that was a lie.
This was the inner city. You did what you must to get ahead.
The coyote's body, athletic but frail and heavier than it looked and laid atop a black plastic trash bag, slid easily over the short grass and into the hole. The only thing Robert could think of as he parted the plastic and opened the first container of lye was an exhibit he had been to once, in the German town of Dachau. There was a Holocaust memorial and museum there. Foreboding smothered everything with intangible weight as he had viewed the camp, from the guard towers to the ovens. As he stood in the only remaining barracks, viewing a pile of thousands upon thousands of shoes of the dead, he had spied a photograph in the opposite corner.
It was from 1945, when the Allies had liberated the camp and taken photos as evidence. Hundreds of stickly bodies occupied this photograph, blown up to three-by-four feet. They, just like the shoes, were thin, worn and leathery. And there were hundreds in this corner. It had dawned on Robert then, as he turned around, that the corner he had just left was the very same one as in the photograph. It was an unspeakably dirty feeling, one that made him feel very vulnerable at that moment.
This is what burying Cole felt like.
Forcing himself to go through the motions as if they were practiced, though this was a first, was also unspeakably dirty. But it was the only way he would get through tonight without breaking down. Separated, yes, but not unrelated.
*(What do you feel)*
After all these years, the coyote had come to him for the end
*(I feel really warm. It's nice)*
to give him something cherished, something important and bigger than them both
*(I like doing it for you)*
but whose importance
*(But is it wrong)*
meant nothing to him.
*(Not if you don't want it to be)*
He wanted to look away as he poured the lye over Cole's body, but he wanted to make sure not a drop was wasted or spilled. It coated the coyote's fur, pasting it down and even splashing onto the part of his tongue that hung from his muzzle. Robert made quick work of the second container, then the third. He would discard each one separately, each in a place where they wouldn't be noticed, each in a place wherever who found it would just throw it into the system for him. If the cops ever wanted to know, he wouldn't be able to tell them much. As far as he knew, not a single law was being broken. Church ground was immune.
Robert didn't want to wait around for the lye to start working, because he knew exactly what it would do. No traces, that was what it would do. Refilling the hole was a simpler task than digging it out, and took less than half the time. He tamped it down when he was done, but he would have to wait until morning to make sure the ground was level. Then he would throw grass seed and hay over the spot and water it. The grave would hide in plain sight, and Robert doubted a single parishioner would notice.
It was not until he reentered the church, and his office, that the badger noticed how exhausted the burial had made him. It was a reminder of his age, just like a lot of things reminded him of his age these days. The night would end with a cup of orange pekoe tea and a little light reading; these minor yet familiar things helped soften, if not erase, what he had just done.
Candles and Gregorian chant added to his state of mental ease. Though he didn't want to, Robert found his thoughts wandering to the mysterious key and its story. Obviously to Cole, it was the crux of a larger picture, something important and vital and so secretive that the only person he entrusted it to was an old priest from his childhood church. The fact of their former relationship had undoubtedly weighed heavily on his decision, but it had been decades since they had last spoken. Robert found himself wondering how much effort it had taken the coyote to find him. Maybe it was just as easy as coming home.
The sound of the tea water boiling brought him away from his thoughts. Whatever it was, nothing could be done about it tonight. It might even have to wait until Monday lunchtime, because tomorrow was Sunday and he had four masses over which to preside. Looking at his mantel clock, the badger saw it was drawing on eleven-thirty. Much too late for an old man to be up and about. He lit a few candles, poured the tea and settled his bulk into the old armchair that had been a part of this room since he'd been installed at St. Zita's. Its leather, darkened and dulled but never torn, it was itself a reminder of Cole's days here as a choir-boy. In fact, this was the chair where...where...
"Oh, dear," said Robert, and his voice broke. "Oh, Cole." And the night was finally over. The weight of it all settled like a wraith on his shoulders as he sipped his tea, as the tears flowed freely, as Father Maguire mourned the death of the coyote and Death in general. They matted his cheeks, yet he said not a word and made no sound, just stared straight ahead at the reproduction of *The Last Supper* on the wall opposite the chair. It was good to let it go; he was surprised to find he couldn't remember the last time he'd cried for the sake of crying, for something worth crying about.
He fell asleep that way, his left hand resting on the teacup, the right in his pocket, clutching the key he could not afford to lose yet he would give anything to make it go away, along with its trail of mystery and despair.
*FIN*
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True-ish tearoom story.
Thanks to LarryInSeattle.
I didn't have to wait long. I hardly had time to sit down and touch my cock before he was running his finger under the stall. I'd taken a look before entering my own stall. He was an older dude but younger than I am now as I write this. I was always surprised by the number of older men who showed up even though it is a large campus. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to see more than students hanging out, looking for hard dick. I was at an in-between stage. I supposed you could think of me as a grad student, or more accurately a post-doc. I was twenty-eight, older than some but not the oldest by far. I never thought of the older guys as 'trolls', perhaps because I was a bit closer to becoming one of them than the undergrads. Coffman was remodeled years ago. I have no idea where students go for cock these days. Perhaps the world has changed enough they just go back to their dorm rooms and fuck like everyone else. I no longer seek out such places. Kneeling on a cold, dirty, floor and shoving my cock under the stall was never terribly comfortable but now I'd view doing so as impractical, at best. More importantly, that part of my life is in the past. It's still part of me. I no longer deny it, no longer hide it from my wife, but other than in memory, I've set it aside.
The man I'd spied through the crack in the door looked okay. I didn't start drooling but he wasn't super over-weight, on the bearish side but not a Wookie, and his cock looked reasonable enough. Still, when I swung off the stool to kneel on the floor, I didn't shove my cock under the stall. I was hard already, God how I miss my twenties. I stroked myself and waited for the sideways, upside down face to appear. It did.
"Yeah, stroke that big cock."
A talker. Not a deal breaker but not my favorite. My cock is average. I like it. It fits me and, personally, I've always found it nicely proportioned with regard to size of the crown, length and girth. Now, I get it, a certain fulsomeness is part of the gig in these situations. It wasn't what he said; it was that he was already gabbing. I gravitated toward the more silent types. He struck me as too old to be a newbie but he'd taken the end stall, near the wall. That left me the middle stall. I'd have options, he would not.
"Let me suck it." His voice was insistent, a little too much so for my taste. I decided I'd suck him. I could get my dick sucked at home. That wasn't why I was here. I was here because there was no dick at home I could suck. I figured it to be a win-win. I get a load of cum, something I hadn't had for months. He'd get to bust a nut and then I'd win again because he'd leave. I gestured with my fingers.
"Let me suck you first." His voice was a bit more insistent.
I shook my head and repeated the gesture. I hated feeling like a dick but I'd discovered it was better not to be too compliant either. We were all there for similar reasons. Usual it worked out and everyone was reasonably happy. If he was as desperate for a mouthful of cum as I was, well that could prove problematic. As it was, he blinked first. The face disappeared. Naked legs, pale, dark hair, jeans bunched around ankles, and scuffed up tennis shoes replaced the face - along with his cock, which proved to be more than reasonable. It was quite nice, truth be told. I was never much for estimating size because I didn't care. I was more likely to decline a monster cock than a smaller one. I've never liked to gag. In those days I was able to control my gag to an extent and today, on occasion when alone in the kitchen, I'll deep throat a banana just to prove to myself I still can. But monster cocks, the kind you can barely get your lips around never appealed to me. So, let's say he was six-inches, not too fat, cut. He didn't shave or trim. His cock jutted out of a mass of dark curls. Fine by me.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed and was amazed, yet again, at how something so soft and smooth was able to hide steel. A lovely, clear, large drop of dew appeared, clinging to his piss slit. I leaned over my legs and touched the tip of my tongue to it, inhaling as I did so. I smelled soap. I cannot claim to be a connoisseur of cum. It's not salty. I'll never understand why people describe it that way. I always felt it left my mouth sort of dry or numb, like a wine with a lot of tannin. I craved it but I never call it delicious. At the same time, I don't recall ever taking a load I thought tasted bad. To me cum is cum is cum. If I can't do better than that describing cum, I'll just say his precum tasted like cum but less so, less piquant than what I hoped would soon follow.
"That's right suck my fat dick."
Fuck. The talking. It wasn't that fat and I hadn't suck it yet. I had the afternoon but I was desperate for cock and I wasn't such a huge asshole as to reject him because he ran off at the mouth a little. I wrapped my lips around the head and played with the slit with my tongue as I slid my hand down his shaft. I took my mouth away, milked the shaft and rubbed my hand over the precum. My hand still wasn't slick enough to glide over his cock, so I licked my fingers and hand, then squeezed his shaft again. When I stroked him again there was an acceptable lack of friction. I stroked him a few times and then put the head of his cock back in my mouth. I pressed on the underside of his crown with my tongue, loving the way I could deflate the head and loving it even more when I released the pressure and the head swelled to fill my mouth again. I popped my lips over the ridge of his crown a few times, eliciting a few moans but, thank God, no words. My mouth followed my hand and I deep throated his cock. His hips bucked forward, smashing his pubis into my nose. Not a problem. I held him there, savoring the smell of his pubic hair and crotch, savoring the feel of a mouth, and throat, full of cock. The sound of the door opening had sent us both scrambling back to our stools.
I had a student ID. If busted, I'd be told to beat it and unless I was caught again, nothing else would happen. If the dude whose cock I'd had in my mouth was busted and he had no reason to be on campus, he'd be cited for trespassing. The bathroom door on the fourth floor of the old Coffman Union open facing a wall, for privacy. I suspect for privacy for those standing at the urinals but maybe the architect knew of the needs of young men, who knows. The wall was about four-feet long and then you turned to enter the bathroom proper, facing the row of sinks. To your right were three urinals and beyond them, the three stalls. Dude number 1 was in the stall next to the wall. I was in the middle. Neither of us could see the guy at the urinal. I heard the sound of someone taking a monstrous leak. I could see his feet as he washed his hands but he had gone to the middle sink. I couldn't tell if he was checking out the stalls in the mirror. Before he could leave, the door opened again. Hand washer left. The easiest way to get caught was if someone came in at the same time someone else was leaving. I waited. No pissing. I bent forward. The feet at the urinal are facing the stalls not the urinal. I sit back up and wait.
It was the shish of his shorts that I heard more than his footsteps. A shadow passed my door. He was a big, tall not fat, guy, African-American, or as we said at the time, black. He looked to be an undergrad with a patchy beard. I couldn't see much else. He paused in front of the other door. I could tell by where he was standing that he was peeking through the crack at Guy 1. I stroked, slowly, and waited. In a few minutes his eye appeared in the crack between my door and the stall support. I leaned back, giving him a good look. I was never what I'd call ripped but I pulled my tee shirt back over my head. I wasn't fat. I wasn't super hairy. Plus, getting my tee shirt out of the way made it easier for me to play with my nipples. More importantly, it allowed him to see my nipples being played with. I heard nothing from the other stall. I purposely stroked my cock extra hard, letting my hand smack into my leg. There was no mistaking that sound in the quiet bathroom. That's all I did. Time for African-American student, A-AS, to declare himself. I didn't have to wait long. He pulled the top of his athletic shorts down. There was nothing underneath except a beautiful cock, bigger than most but not stereotypically so. That was good enough for me.
I hopped back down on my knees and motioned under the stall to Guy 1. Nothing. A shy talker. Great. Or, I wondered, a racist talker.
"It's okay. Come on," I whispered.
He was just starting to move when we heard the door. Fucking hell. Up I went and A-AS popped into the stall next to me, the one nearest the urinals. Piss. Wash. Bye-bye. By then I was pretty amped up. I went right back to my knees and motioned. "Come on. Hurry up. It's cool." Behind me I hear the other stall door open. The eye at the door and the cock under the stall arrive simultaneously. Nice. I lube my hand up with spit and start working on his cock again. I deep-throat him, holding him in my throat as long as I can. I tilt my head. A-AS's eye is glued to the crack. The doors on the stalls opened to the left, as you faced them form the stool. I was blowing the guy to my right. No problem. Without taking his cock out of my mouth or my right hand off his cock, I reached up with my left and unlatched the door. I didn't open it. A-AS would again need to make the next move. He did. He pushed the door open and stood there, and watched me, kneeling on that cold bathroom floor, sucking dick.
I focused on the cock in my mouth, stroking and sucking. I'd deep throat it then pull back slow, sucking and pressing my tongue against the softer undershaft. At the head, for the sake of Guy 1 and A-AS, I would lick around the crown, flick the V in the crown with the tip of my tongue and then in one quick motion, deep throat him again. After a few minutes of that, I took his dick out of my mouth. I turned slightly and began to lick the left side of his cock. I put my lips on it and let them glide over the shaft. This position allowed me to watch A-AS. He stood in the doorway, stroking, but not in a serious I-want-to-cum-right-now fashion. We held each other's eyes. I held out my left hand. He took one step into my stall and laid his cock in my open hand. I revised my estimate. Perhaps he'd not been fully hard. In my hand, his cock flirted with not just being bigger than most but verging on monstrous. My fingers barely wrapped all the way around his shaft. My thumb worked over the head. It came away slick. I took my mouth off of Guy 1's cock long enough to put my thumb in my mouth and suck it.
I shifted positions. I kept stroking both cocks but now A-AS's cock hovered just in front of my face. He had a deeper, richer musk than Guy 1, not at all unpleasant or rank. I didn't try to take much of his cock in my mouth, settling at the start, with just the head. I got him nice and wet and then leaned back and stroked him. This was the first time I sucked a black dude. His cock was a rick, dark chocolate color, his sack and the head were even darker. There was a band of pinkish-white where he'd been cut. His pubes and the line of hair that ran to his belly button were jet black with much tighter curls than I'd ever seen. His balls were shaved. I did my best to suck one of them into my mouth but they were huge. He jerked and hissed, I knew I'd hurt him so I contented myself with nuzzling, kissing and licking his sack and the inside of his leg. His musk was much stronger there, not rank, just stronger. I pressed his cock against his belly and licked beneath his sack. He hadn't shaved that far back. I stopped and plucked a hair off the tip of my tongue, kissed the front of his leg, and then returned my attention to Guy 1. Or would have if the sound of a door opening hadn't sent us all scrambling again.
Footsteps, then nothing but quiet. It was clearly someone interested in what we were doing but whether that was because that someone was hoping to bust us or join us was not clear. I risked a look under the stall, running shoes not leather, that was a hopeful sign but proved nothing. The feet moved toward the sink. I sat back up. He stopped at the last sink, the one closest to the stalls. Through the crack I could see that although the water was running he wasn't washing his hands. Why would he? He hadn't take a leak. I could see his eyes in the mirror, looking at the stalls. I assumed that, though not an expert in optics, if I could see him looking this way that he could see me looking back, or at least that someone was looking back at him through the gap beside the door. Jeans and a tee shirt. Campus security didn't usual bother to try to entrap people. They just want to keep somewhat of a lid on the activities. I scanned his waist line. Nothing bulged under his shirt, nothing that looked like Mace or cuffs. Campus security didn't carry weapons in those days.
My horniness made me bold, stupidly so in retrospect though, on this occasion, I wasn't punished for my foolishness.
I unlatched the door to my stall, pushed it open and stood. I shuffled to the open door, took half a step out and began to stroke my cock. Guy 2 watched in the mirror. Of course, the sound of the damn door opening sent me shuffling back and closing the door. I heard Guy 2 twist the water off and grab a handful of paper towels. I hear the bang of the trash can lid, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing as the newest interloper took a quick piss. When he finished he didn't wash his hands. Though I'd just been kneeling on the floor, sucking anonymous cock, it bugged me that he didn't wash his hands.
I opened the door to my stall, dropped to my knees, and waited. A-AS moved first. He stepped out of his stall, walked over, fished his cock out of his shorts and offered it to me. I started at the beginning, took the head in my mouth and then a little more. I got him wet and started stroking, long, twisting strokes. By the time Guy 1 worked up the nerve to open his door and watch, I'd been able to get about a third of that beautiful dark cock into my mouth. I turned, tonguing and kissing the right side of his cock, giving Guy 1 a nice view. I leaned past A-AS's muscular left thigh and motioned. He hesitated but Guy 1 stepped out of his stall, jeans around his ankles.
"Hold your pants up, buddy. In case you have to get back inside quick." He did as I suggested and then walked out of his stall and stepped in front of me, not quite close enough to touch A-AS. I stroked both of them, then sucked Guy 1. I saw him reach for A-AS, who let him take over stroking.
"Yeah, man, suck that dick. Suck it."
I did, hoping that might shut him up. Naw.
"You like that big dick, huh? Like sucking dick?"
Well, duh. Why else would I have been there? Fuck. I ignored him and sucked him a few more times, then turned back to A-AS's actual big dick.
"Oh, you like that big fat black cock, huh?"
I turned, kissed the head of Guy 1's cock and looked past it at him. "Relax, man. I like both your cocks. Just enjoy and relax. Okay?" I went back to sucking A-AS's cock. Dude 1 took the hint and stayed quiet. I didn't suck AA-S for long. I wanted to get Guy 1 out of my hair. I turned back to him and sucked him for real now. I worked his cock with my mouth and hands. When he started to get excited, I put my hands on his ass cheeks and let him mouth fuck me. When he started to jizz, I pulled back and let him cum on my face and open mouth. When he was done, I sucked him until he grew soft, using the head of his dick to wipe my face off with. A-AS watched the whole thing. Guy 1 stepped back, jerked his pants all the way up, zipped and fled. I licked my lips and smiled at A-AS. He smiled back. "Dude, wouldn't shut the fuck up." I nodded my agreement and reached for his cock. We didn't get very far before we were sent scurrying back to our stalls. This time A-AS takes the far stall. Classes must have let out because for about fifteen minutes there was a steady stream of business at the urinals. I took periodic breaks from stroking my dick, just enough to keep it hard, to peek under the stall. Finally, one pair of sneakers was left and they looked familiar. I bent lower. Same tee shirt. It was the hand washer, henceforth to be known as HW. The way HW had bolted earlier when the door opened made it clear he wasn't security and, more likely than not, that he was inexperienced. Perfect. I debated subtlety versus boldness. I was too horny for subtlety. I hoped HW was as well.
I opened the door to my stall and shuffled to it. I had to exit it entirely for HW, still by the urinals, to be able to see me stroking my cock. I remember telling myself I should have worn flip flops and shorts. I could've been naked, stroking my, by then, painfully hard cock for this nice looking young man with a trickle of sweat running down his left sideburn. He watched. He didn't unzip his jeans but he watched. A-AS open the door to his stall and moved to stand beside me, stroking his own dick. When I reached for it, he let me stroke him. I stroked us both; we both stared at HW, inviting him with our eyes.
He stepped closer.
I moved in front of A-AS, dropped back to my knees and began to suck his dick. Soon, I had forgotten all about HW, engrossed as I was in seeing how much of that dick I could swallow. I never gagged. I never quite got the whole thing into my gullet but most of it, enough that I'm still proud of my accomplishment. Perhaps because A-AS and I were so wrapped up in what we were doing and no longer staring at him, HW moved steadily closer. I kept sucking, pausing when I needed to catch my breath. When HW finally unzipped and pulled out his dick, I held out my hand. Nothing. I stood up. I pushed A-AS's tee shirt up and began to suck and play with his nipples. They were tiny, or maybe they just looked that way because he was such a big dude. Tiny or not, they responded as nipples do and A-AS responded as one does whose nips are being played with. HW was stroking his cock by now. I stopped what I was doing and turned to him.
"If someone comes in, don't try to zip up. Duck in the stall and act like you just got in there and finish unzipping and taking your pants down. Sit on the can. Don't stand there. If it is security, do your best to look like your concentrating on taking a dump. Capisce?"
Yes, I said 'capische'. Why I don't know but the fact that I've included that embarrassing fact should convince you that I'm telling the truth, even the unflattering bits.
HW nodded and I went back to sucking A-AS's cock. After a few sucks, I held out my left hand. This time HW put his dick in it. Yes! He was rock hard and dripping dew. A quick rub of the head was all it took to lube up his cock. I didn't try to suck him, not then. I sucked A-AS. I stroked HW. Then, bang, door opens and we bolt back to your hidey-holes. Piss, wash, leave. As usual that afternoon, I was the first out the door. I knelt and waited. A-AS was next, then HW. I looked at HW; he hadn't needed clairvoyance to know what I wanted.
He took a couple of steps and when I reached for his dick, he let me take it. I felt a hand on the back of my head. A-AS had joined us. He rubbed my head and neck, leaning over me to nip and suck at HW's nipples.
I was disappointed in how quickly HW came. I was quite enjoying the taste of his cock. I was not disappointed, not in the least, at the load he deposited in my mouth and throat. God knows how long he'd been working up to this, lying in his dorm room, dreaming and wishing. I knew all about that. I also knew that as soon as the last spurt finished, if not before, he'd feel like he'd woke from a dream. He'd be filled with revulsion at what he'd just done and at himself, at me. He'd bolt, swearing he'd never do this again. Swearing he wasn't bi or gay. Swearing he'd never, ever, do this again. I hoped I was wrong. I hoped that in the few years that separated us that things had change enough for him not to beat himself up but the fact he was here, in a public bathroom, getting his dick sucked and not in his own room made me pretty sure I was right. I was. He put his still hard dick away and hurried away, never looking at either of us. I wished him luck twenty odd years ago and I wish him luck again this very minute.
A-AS pulled me to my feet. He kissed me. I'd never kissed a guy before. That may seem strange to a younger generation of bi, or gay, men but I don't think I was that unusual back then. I'd sucked cock, been sucked but I'd never kissed a guy before that moment. His tongue was hungry, whether for my mouth or what was left of HW's cum I have no idea. After I got over my surprise, I found I didn't mind. I kinda liked it, the feel of his whiskers, the fuller lips, the more aggressive nature of the kiss. No, I hadn't minded, not a bit.
He pulled away, turned and leaned with his hands against the wall. He had to bend nearly double and squat a little for his ass to be even with my cock.
"Fuck me?"
Surprise number two. I'd never fucked or been fucked, not with a guy. When privacy allowed, I'd used one of my wife's toys on my ass but that was it. I ran through what I knew about HIV risks. I was here because we were on one of my wife's periodic breaks from birth control pills, breaks that she requested to give her body a breather from having her hormones fucked with. I only gave in to my deeply hidden desires when I was using condoms in my own bed. I'd spend a few days hanging out here, getting a year's, or more, worth of cock in, then wait a long six weeks, sure I'd really fucked up and finally gotten what I deserved, before pricking my finger and mailing in an HIV test. Sucking dick was relatively low risk. Getting fucked, high risk. Fucking another man, not high but not as low as sucking. I knew I wanted to fuck him, desperately. My question was, was I strong enough to resist. Fuck, the readers will know the answer to that. I knew the answer, if I'd wanted to be honest with myself. Walking in the fucking door, grabbing a stall and whipping out my dick was a pretty clear answer with regards to my self-control.
I hesitated, as much as my hard dick would allow anyway. I dropped to my knees first and spread his ass. There were other things besides sucking dick and fucking a guy's ass I'd dreamed about. If his ass had smelled of shit everything might have been different. It didn't. It smelled of him, the musk of his crotch ratcheted up a notch or so. When I'm not just horny but fucking horny, out of control horny, I'm bold. I pushed my face into his ass crack and started tonguing the dark pucker. He didn't taste like shit. It was a earthier taste than his cock but that was all. I tongued him. He pushed back against me, moaning.
Bam, we both jumped back into our stalls. I don't know about him but I was mentally screaming every curse I'd ever heard. Piss. No wash. Out the door. So was I, mad with lust.
I was on him before he could get braced against the wall. I didn't kneel. I bent. Tongued his ass, spit in my hand, but my spit and precum over my cock, leaned over him and let my spit dropped in the crack of his ass, just above his pucker. I didn't spit on him. I've never wanted to spit on anyone or be spit upon. I straightened, rubbed my cock head over his asshole, and started to push. He pushed back and the head of my cock slipped past his sphincter. He hissed and put a hand on my leg. "Easy. Hold on." I waited, doing nothing more than holding still while he pushed himself onto my cock. My God, how different his ass felt from a pussy. Anal was not something any of my girlfriends, or wife, was interested in. He was so fucking tight, but not along the whole length of my cock like young pussy. He was tight but only at the sphincter. His asshole clenched at the part of my dick directly inside it, beyond that tight, so tight ring his ass was looser than a pussy. I didn't feel anything in his ass and breathed a sigh of relief. I was new to this but I also knew, from my occasional dildo play, that I wasn't a fan of messy clean ups.
When I pulled out, my cock looked clean enough. I didn't pull all the way out. When the ring of my crown encountered the ring of his ass, I stopped. I let another strand of spit fall onto my cock before entering him again. There was no hiss that time and no hand on my leg holding me back. I grabbed his hips and started to fuck him. He quickly matched my rhythm. Fuck, his ass felt amazing. I held back as long as I could.
"Want me to cum in your ass or pull out?"
"Cum in my ass, dude."
I didn't argue. I fucked him, one ear tuned for the door. When I came, it had to have rivaled the load HW had given me. I haven't cum that hard since the first time I fucked a girl or the first time I got my dick sucked (by a guy, through a glory hole, before I ever got sucked off by a woman). I shoved into him and held myself tight, pumping my jizz into his guts. When I started to pull out, he whispered, "go slow". I did. I was fascinated by how white my cum looked on his dark skin.
Bam. The fucking door.
Shuffle, shuffle. I took the time to wipe my cock off with toilet paper, purposely not looking too closely. As I sat there, listening to some dude taking a leak, I told myself not to be a total douche and bolt. I owed the kid. Now that I'd cum, my mind started reading off the litany of my sins and faults. I didn't pull up my pants. When the coast was clear I went to his door. "Want me to finish sucking you?"
"Cool."
That was the sum total of our conversation. After all this time I can't claim it's verbatim but there weren't many more words than that exchanged.
I got on my knees and took his cock, to this day still the most magnificent dick I've ever had in my mouth, and got to work. Once I had him revved up again, I let him fuck my mouth, using my hand to cover the part of his shaft I couldn't get in my mouth. I have fond memories of that kid, fond memories and respect. He fucked my mouth with eagerness but not violence. He never made me gag. Never called me 'his bitch' or told me to 'suck it'. All things too many men seem to imagine the person sucking their dick wants to hear.
If anything, his load was bigger than HW's. I couldn't swallow fast enough. Some of it dripped off my chin and onto the floor. For a fleeting instant, I considered licking it off the floor. Sick, I know. I didn't but I thought about it. If I hadn't already cum I don't know if I would have or not.
I stood up. He nodded, tucked his cock back in his shorts and left.
I went to the sink and wet two paper towels, squirted soap on one and grabbed a third, dry, one. Back inside the stall, I washed off my dick, wiped off the soap and dried. Someone came in and sat down. I could see him leaning over, peeking, watching me put my mostly soft cock back in my jeans.
I didn't stay. I tossed the paper towels away, washed my hands and went back to the cubby hole that served as my office. | 4th Floor Coffman | [
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Letting it down
Here's my first attempt at M/F stuff, my previous story was F/F and got a 10, so I hope this is as popular. It's quite long, and does set a scene, so it's supposed to be more than a quick fap. It's a new, fun spin on erectile dysfunction - I hope you like it!
A small mistake with a bottle of Viagra would normally lead to a night of pain for a young fur. His brother's girlfriend however has other plans...
Sorry about the formatting, if anyone wants to give me a hand with it then that'd be great. The spare lines need to stay there and the new lines of conversation need to be indented. Sorry if it needs to be validated again so soon, but I've had a run through and broke it up to make it more readable.
I may return with the characters for later stories, if you'd like that then please comment.
The noise of the front door being slammed shut in anger echoed around the house, as Ethan left for work.
Moments earlier, he'd received a phone call from his foreman, something to do with a fight breaking out at the factory between two of his employees. Without even asking for their names, he knew it would be a racial dispute - it always was - and all the while, his pleas to put the avian and rodent employees were being ignored by the management - "institutional racism" was more of a concern to the company than his productivity, or for that matter, his sexlife.
Joel was surprised to hear his brother go back out so soon. Problems at his job were common, and he was always on call, but he'd only been back half an hour before heading out in what sounded like a bit of tiff with his girlfriend.
Joel was 18, a lot younger than his brother, but despite that they were very similar young men. They looked very much alike, had the same taste in women, and could both get bored easily. That was, in fact, their main shared character flaw, and whereas Ethan could stave off the effects of this flaw with his work and his girlfriend, Joel was stuck with it. And generally speaking, when an 18 yearld boy is alone in his room, with nothing else to do, he tends to resort to the simplest way of occupying himself.
Earlier in the evening, Ethan had come home, showered and then spent a significant amount of time drying his lupine fur, only to walk into his bedroom to be greeted by the sight of Starlet, his girlfriend - wearing only a bra that struggled to contain her sizeable chest, and panties that were lacey to the point of being decorative, making no attempt to cover up the supple, curvaceous vixen beneath.
"Aww, poor baby," She said, in a sultry manner, rising from the bed as she did so, "bad day at work hun? You look tired." Her expression drooped for a moment, then, suddenly, rose and softened into a naughty grin,
"I've got something that'll make you all better." Ethan put down his towel, exposing himself, completely in the fur, as the vixen walked over to him, placing a paw on the left side of his face. She slowly walked round him, her red fur lit brilliantly by the dying sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. As she walked behind him, her paw traced across his strong, broad shoulders, and when she was behind him, it rested at the nape of his neck. She brought her other paw up to the same level, and started to massage. A skilled masseuse, thanks to her previous relationship with a masseur, she knew the easiest way to make Ethan putty in her paws was first to relax him. Ethan's head rolled back, his muzzle pointing to the ceiling as he quietly uttered,
"That's wonderful, Starlet." Starlet however had more in mind than to merely relax her lover. Her heat burned deep inside her, and she needed him tonight to satisfy her. Whilst one paw remained on the wolf's shoulders, she pulled herself close to him, pressing her body against his back, as she lowered her right paw over his shoulder, running her fingers down his chest, reaching further and further, knowing exactly what she was looking for. She was disappointed though when she got to his manhood, to find him flaccid and unexcited by what she was doing. Ethan hung his head.
"Srry, it's been a long day, I'm just a bit tired." Starlet smiled; a lesser woman would have been insulted, but she loved Ethan, and knew how much his job took out of him. Still, though she didn't show it, she was flustered; she had felt her heat building up within her as she reached for his crotch, now she was on fire and-
Suddenly, Ethan whirled around and picked her up, and turning again, flung her on top of the double bed. The satin sheets billowed away from her toned body as she landed on the mattress. Starlet removed her underwear as the wolf leapt onto the bed moments later, and, parting her legs, reached forward with his muzzle for hers, and kissed her passionately as she lay beneath him. He then kissed her neck, and ran his tongue down, over her chest, till he arrived at her nipples. He nipped and sucked them affectionately, first one, then the other, feeling the writhing of his girl beneath him, her back already arching with the pleasure from his seeking tongue. Before long, Ethan was alternating between licking one breast and kneading the other, sometimes kneading both; all the while feeling Starlet shudder in anticipation.
Ethan and Starlet had been dating for a while now, and sleeping together much longer than that, and as a result, they both knew each other's kinks and preferences very well. Starlet, amongst her hurried breathing and frantic fidgeting with her thighs, only needed to breathlessly utter one word:
"D-d-down." Ethan tore himself away for a moment and looked up at her, eyes making contact as he touched the area between her breasts with his tongue, holding it as he pulled back, dragging his tongue down her chest, past her navel, all the way to her now very hot, very wet pussy.
He pulled himself back for a moment, to let Starlet breath easier, before setting to her womanhood with a vengeance, lashing at her clit and opening with his wide tongue. He reached back, and put his arms beneath her thighs, lying chest down on the bed between her legs, so he could be closer to do his work. And work he did. With Starlet's tuition earlier in the relationship, he had learnt to please her better than any man. He traced out letters on her clit, flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy, stroked her inner thighs with his paws, nicked at her labial lips with his two front teeth, and the whole time felt waves of heat wrack through her body as she shifted around on the bed from the pleasure. Only a few minutes passed before she was wet to dripping, and she leaned forward, pulling Ethan up to his knees and grasping his cheek, saying,
"I need you Ethan." Her eyes wide open as she pretended to bite her bottom lip, she opened her legs wide, and reached down to her lover's crotch once again... And again, nothing she could work with. She looked down at his manhood, and back to Ethan's face, who had by now averted his gaze from her eyes, ashamed. She reached round his shoulders, and embraced him, holding his head to her bosom, saying gently,
"Honey it's ok, the doctor said this might happen, I know it's just stress." Ethan pulled away from her embrace, and looked back at her, staring into her eyes with an almost childlike expression of remorse,
"I'm sorry blue-eyes, really I am, it's just-" Starlet placed a finger over his mouth, which he roughly motioned to one side to finish his sentence.
"I just don't want you to think it's you." Starlet laughed, and held both his cheeks between her paws.
"I'd never think that hon. Now just go do what you've got to do, I'll be ok on my own here for a moment."
She winked, and leaned back onto the bed, and reaching down for her pussy, started to slowly rub herself.
"I'll be waiting when you get back." Ethan quickly darted out of the room, as Starlet thought to herself,
'I'm losing control here. He'd better hurry, I really need him deep inside me or this heat is never going away.'
Ethan went down to the kitchen, and reaching up into his medicine cupboard, pulled off the top shelf a bottle of Viagra normally kept out of view. It bothered him that he needed it, but it was going to have to do. He opened it up, and popped a pill, turning around to head upstairs - and that's when the phone rang.
Joel was bored again. Thanks to the help of his computer, he was done jacking off, and with the quality of the furry "art" he was able to get his paws on off several image boards, he was over and done with in under a minute.
'Now I have the rest of the evening to look forward to. Great.' He'd already checked if there was anything on television, and there was nothing - and he knew after that session he wouldn't be able to pleasure himself for at least another hour. Then he heard his brother walk up the stairs, followed by what sounded like an argument between him and Starlet, followed by a rough slam of the front door. Thinking that Starlet might be in a sour mood, he decided against speaking to her, instead, going to the phone downstairs to call one of his friends, maybe to go to the movies.
He went down the stairs and picked up the phone, and then he saw it; an open pill bottle. Though none of his family were "straight edge", his brother wasn't normally one to pop pills, and with this being his house, it wasn't the most common thing to see lying around. Joel would have dismissed them, until he noticed one pill on the top of the pile - a pill with a big letter "V" engraved into its surface.
He put down the phone and picked up the bottle, reading the side,
'High potency viagra, for use by males that have lost sexual potency. Should restore your virility in minutes.'
If he'd only read a little further, the night might have went very differently. However, a mixture of curiosity and fate caused him to ignore two very important instructions; the first saying 'Take 1 pill every 6 hours, and do not exceed recommended dose' and secondly, 'Not for use on those under the age of 21'. He grabbed the bottle, and took it up to his room.
Where he took 5.
At first everything was ok. Several minutes after he took the pills, he felt his heart rate speed up slightly, and then he could feel it - his loins started to tighten as he could feel himself becoming hard again. He lay on his back on his bed, and undid his jeans, and then, seeing his cock harder than ever before, he began to masturbate furiously.
Starlet sobbed for a little while after Ethan left her. She'd said some nasty things to him before he left, which she knew she'd have to apologise later. She hoped he would know it was her heat, and not really her talking. She'd put on a silk nightgown, crimson in colour, that was lacy at the top, and didn't quite cover her pussy at the bottom, and lay back on the bed. Realising that she would have to deal with her own problems, she put one paw on her breasts, and reach between her legs with another, feeling as she did the tremendous heat emanating from her ladyparts. She softly penetrated herself with her paw, making some token moaning noises as she did so, when she decided on her course of action. She wouldn't cum now. She'd keep herself hot till her lover came home.
Joel was worried. Nearly half an hour had passed. His arm was tired, his shoulder was aching, and he was still rock-hard - with no sign of cumming in sight. His mind whirled; he'd realised all of a sudden how much of an idiot he'd been to merely take the pills without reading the instructions - then he proceeded to read the bottle left by his bed - and then he panicked. He was going to have to go to Starlet, come clean, and hope she didn't tell his brother - and that he hadn't made himself infertile.
Standing slowly, pulling on some boxer shorts, he gingerly started to creep towards the master bedroom, trembling as he did so. What would she say? Would she be disgusted? Sickened? What if his friends found out? Still he had to put those thoughts out of his mind, they weren't going to help at this point.
Starlet stood up hurriedly to answer the knock on her door. Pulling a robe around her naked body, she tied it at the front before answering, and she was shocked to be greeted by her boyfriend's brother - practically naked - and though she didn't want to, her heat drove her to noticed the massive erection barely contained by his dark boxers. "Starlet, I, well, it's kinda... No, it's important..." Starlet by now was incredibly horny, so slightly impatiently she interrupted Joel, "What is it Joel, spit it out." He looked as though he was about to cry as he said, "I took some of Ethan's Viagra. Too much."
By a few minutes later, Starlet had Joel sat on the bed. She paced the room as she related his story to him, all the while trying not to look at his crotch - but failing on a consistent basis.
"So let's see. You took your brother's viagra, more than you should have - and now you have a hardn that you just can't get rid of?" He nodded at her, and despite her better judgement, she was actually very impressed. She fought to control the heat in her that threatened to drip down her thighs, but she had to admit, that's an impressive cock - perhaps even as big as Ethan's.
"Have you tried a cold shower?" He stared at her blankly.
"If I thought that would work, do you think I'd have come in here and spoke to you like this? I mean what am I supposed to do-"
"Maybe you just need some help." Without thought, the words escaped from Starlet's lips. She immediately brought her paws to her mouth, covering her jaw in a futile method to cram the words back in. Joel's eyes grew wider as he realised what she'd said, and though he was still too young to know consciously, he was already being turned on by the scent coming from her pussy.
Starlet had fought it all day, all afternoon, and most of the evening, but she couldn't do it anymore. She had to give in to the ecstasy. She needed to come just as bad as the young man before her, and any reason about who he was, any why this was a bad idea had long since been countermanded by her sheer heat.
"Lie back on the bed." She said seductively. Joel didn't wait, he immediately lay back, and started to remove his undergarments. Starlet gasped has his fully erect penis came into view, it was bigger than Ethan's! She slipped off her garments, revealing her naked form, in the fur from head to toe. She walked forward, and gripped the young wolf's shaft firmly with one paw, kneading her breasts firmly with another as she started to pump his cock, hard and already glistening with pre-cum. The inexperienced young man started to moan, groaning in time with the pumping of her wrist, watching the movement of her breasts.
Starlet then moved forward, and, placing his cock in the middle of her ample chest, she started to move in a rhythmic motion, whilst licking the head of his penis as it popped up between her tits. Inside, she was ashamed at how turned on she was getting, but she couldn't stop herself, she was on fire between her legs.
Then, she heard the buzzing sound of her cellphone, in her bag, on the table behind her. It jarred her back to the reality of what was going on for a moment, and she looked up at Joel, who was still staring at her as she pleasured him.
"I'd better get that." She giggled as she whispered. Then, turning round, she walked over to the table, and bent down to look in her bag, struggling to find the offending device.
It was too much for Joel. He still wasn't finished. Five Viagra pills and over an hour now of pleasure, and still he hadn't cum. He looked up at the vixen across the room, bent over, wet pussy dripping between her legs. He looked at the curvature of her ass and hips, the perfect height for him. He started to foam at the mouth, and his heart pounded in his ears as he stood up.
The next thing Starlet felt was a rough grip on her hips as she turned her head to see the wolf, the innocence previously in his face now completely lost, foam seeping from the sides of his muzzle - and then it hit her like a train.
"Joel, no!" It was too late. She could feel Joel jabbing away behind her, almost finding her asshole, before (involuntarily, she told herself) she angled herself and thrust backwards onto his hard cock, feeling it penetrate her as deep as it could possibly go.
That was it. Any sensibility went out of the window. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel a man hard and deep inside her. She wanted Joel's cock to drive her pussy to ecstasy - and that's exactly what he did. She put he left leg up on the stool in front of the table, so she could reach down and paw at her clit, as she was ravaged by her boyfriend's younger brother. And then all she did was moan, scream, and hold on.
Joel felt his cock penetrate Starlet, and felt the tight walls of her pussy fall away, wetness covering his cock and dripping down his balls, as he pounded away at her, fucking her harder and faster with each thrust. He felt the waves of pleasure through her body and into his through his manhood, as he felt pre-cum seep out of his length. Still he kept going.
Starlet could feel it coming. She felt Joel getting faster within her, thrusting harder and harder. She felt him getting more spasmic and even harder than he had been before. She felt her pussy, now an inferno of pleasure, a raging torrent of feeling, lancing through her like electricity. She started to moan, then softly groan, then loudly, she yelled,
"Oh Joel!" As she yelled, she felt her hindquarters tighten, her clit harden, and her body burn up in a wave of heat all over, as she came with a mighty force! The feeling, unstoppable, caused her to thrust backward as fast as she could onto Joel's hard member, and then, hearing a loud grunt from the young wolf, she felt her pussy fill up with his hot, white, sticky cum. It didn't stop though, it kept coming, and coming, and Joel, long past any coherent thought, obeyed his mating instincts to grab her and push himself deeper. The vixen tried to pull away to stop herself getting tied, but it was to no avail, the young wolf overpowered her, and his knot stretched her as far as she could go.
They both collapsed on the ground, lying on their side, panting and covered in sweat, still tied, the wolf behind the vixen.
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Sorcery.Net by Von Krieger
Just another boring afternoon for Will, classes over for the week, not much of a social life, no LAN parties to attend this weekend. So for the skinny computer geek, there wasn't much else to do on a Thursday night but poke around the internet for a few days.
Will Durst never considered himself much to look at, 5'8", maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. Blonde hair worn long mostly due to his constant forgetting to it cut, though actually he found himself quite liking the reflection in the mirror with a ponytail.
Humming a tune to himself, he swishing the mouse around to kill the screen saver, and opened up his mailbox. Let's see, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, something from his sister Mina, Wrestling Gamers United newsletter, spam, spam, spam, and spam.
Another click brought up the message:
"Heya bro! Thought you might be interested in this website here. It's in some kind of foreign language, the images are worth checking out, and there's a pretty cool character design flash type thingy that I think you'll have fun with. Hope you enjoy the site as much as I have! Love, Mina "
At the bottom was the link, a domain Will didn't recognize. Probably one of those itty bitty pacific islands. Mina was a bigger computer geek then Will was, if that was possible. Though his twin sister was somewhat pretty, she never had been one for hanging out, or making friends. Mostly she had just kept to herself.
For a girl, Mina was kind of a freak. She was an avid collector of porn, usually stuff that was odd and a bit strange. Will had a few megabytes of the stuff saved, mostly fantasy related stuff, occasionally a little furry if it was drawn in a neat looking style, or had something interesting about it.
Will gave the link a click, even with his cable connection the page took a bit to load, a good fifteen seconds. The sidebar buttons were written in a language Will hadn't seen before, and all the text on the page showed up in his browser as question marks. The logo on the main page looked kind of neat, sort of like an arcane rune with a chrome type effect and a little bit of rust on the sides. Not just a quick Photoshop filter job.
Hovering the mouse over the links bar, Will took a look at the names of the hyperlinks down at the bottom of the screen. 'Gallery.htm,' as usual the file names were in English. And thankfully so were some of the listings. It looked like a series of pics, a buncha links counting how many there were in each. The first one was entitled 'Red Dragon Beast,' Will had the whole series load in tabs in the background to take a look at in a minute. He wanted to see that character designer.
Another scan of the sidebar found a single none HTML extension, though .MAG wasn't anything he recognized. Though his browser seemed to, as it brought up a maximized new window. A loading bar slowly began to fill as some strange looking symbols swirled around in the background.
Will switched back over to the main browser window and took a clicked o nthe tab housing the first image. Wow, Mina had been right, the image was impressive. The art style was hard to define, he couldn't quite tell if it was drawn or CGI, in a way it looked almost real.
The image was of a serpentine dragon, powerful, muscular and looking very fearsome. The dragon's coloration was pretty typical, bright red, shiny scales, a bright yellow underbelly, and black horns, claws, and spines. Three rows of black spikes adorned it's body along the spine, from the top of the dragon's head to the tip of his tail, where a bony spade shape plate was adorned with six sharp spikes.
The dragon's head was quite neat looking, more snakelike then most dragons were drawn, all curved and streamlined. A long, tapering black horn jutted back from each temple, and a third from the middle of the dragon's forehead. The dragon's yellow-gold eyes were half closed, his black forked tongue lolling out, his mouth opened in a giant yawn. Apparently the dragon was waking up from a nap.
Will clicked over to the next picture, a shot of the dragon standing and stretching, the wingless beast looked almost as if it could be bipedal, the back legs were large and more muscular then those of most quadrupeds.
Will raised a brow at the third one, the dragon was laying on his side, and was sporting a tremendous hard on. Will wasn't much interested now, and closed out the rest of the pics, though he did save the first and second in one of the folders where he kept creatures that he had found interesting, to bring out as gaming aids in one of the play by post RPG's he took part in.
Going back to the gallery, Will scrolled down a bit, deciding on one that had 'Snow Leopard' in the English section of comments. He opened just one at first, and was quite pleased to see that this series involved a female.
A sexy looking snow leopard furre, drawn or rendered or whatever in a style just like the dragon. She looked almost like somebody you'd see just walking down the street. Will was sure he'd be checking out all the photos on this site, especially if there were more like the pretty kitty in front of him.
She was dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, long white hair tied back into a braid that hung almost to her big, fluffy tail. She was seated at a computer, though the screen was at an angle to where you couldn't see what exactly she was looking at. Will clicked the arrow key to move on, watching as the next pic appeared on his screen.
In this one the leopard girl was licking her lips, looking at the computer screen, her right hand on the mouse, the next one creeping under her skirt. Click. The third showed her with her panties down around her digigrade feet, her skirt pulled back, the chair turned to the side to give the viewer a good look at what she was doing. Her attention was still fixated on the screen.
Click. Now she's unbuttoning her shirt, the computer mouse shoved into her dripping wet sex. Click, shirt unbuttoned, she caresses a plump black nippled breast, while the other pumps the mouce in and out of her cunt. Will saved each pic in the series, from the first to the last, where she shows her feline flexibility with both legs up on the computer desk, her muzzle buried in her snatch, climactic fluids splattering in the air and all over her face.
A grin on his face, and a tightness in his shorts, Will went through the series again on his image viewer. On the last one he notices a detail he'd missed the first time. The computer screen in the background showing the dragon from the first couple of pics he looked at. The artist self-referencing their work was a cute touch.
Will clicked over to the character design window, a golden metal interface with blue designs had appeared, and there was a blank black circle, kind of like a window, with several runes below it. Will brought the mouse cursor over into the area, a wire frame design popped into the empty black space as the cursor hovered over a rune.
Dragon, centaur, naga, some sort of generic quadrupedal looking beast, and finally a humanoid shape. Figuring to recreate the leopardess, Will selects that model. The humanoid wireframe takes up most of the screen, along either side are rows of buttons, helpfully displaying black silhouettes of bodyparts. Along the bottom are three buttons, thankfully marked in English labeled 'Save,' 'Preview,' and 'Activate.'
Will clicked the image of a pair of triangular cat ears on a hairband, which brought up a new menu and altered the view. The wireframe morphed into a grey, smooth plained figure, a human shaped dummy to put everything on. He looked over the pictures, picking out a pair of more triangular, oversized Anime catgirl type ears. All the shape selections vanished, replaced by a number of texture selections. A simple click on 'Leopard' then the proper white-grey and black selection for the colorations, and the ears were done!
They appear on the grey placeholder, looking not quite as good as they had in the images, but Will suspected that one of the other buttons would render the character. Will repeated the process for the tail, finding the long feline tail in all the selections, altering the fur length slider, and leaving the additional options unchecked, this was indeed something he was going to be fiddling with for awhile.
With two of the most recognizable bits selected, Will clicked Preview. All the add ons vanished from the screen, as did the placeholder with the feline pieces attached, replaced with a smooth animation of a figure walking. Definitely human, brown hair, pale skin, couldn't tell if it was male or female. But the feline aspects were there, and they looked as good as they did in the pictures.
The fluffy tail moved fluidly as the figure walked, the ears going through a number of positions, back on the head, perked with interested, twitching as if to shoo away insects. Another click of the mouse returned the on screen image back to the main menu. If the stuff looked that good during the preview, what would the activate button do?
Will gave it a click, and yelped as a sudden sensation filled his body, like he'd just had an electrical shock. His cock felt like it had suddenly double in hardness, just about demanding attention. A strange warm feeling slide over him, then vanished for the most part, though it lingered in the lower part of his back and the sides of his head.
The warmth slowly changed into a pleasurable tingle accompanied by the sensation of his cock beginning to throb. Unable and unwanting to hold back anymore, Will lay back in his chair, stroking his erection through the fabric of his jeans. The caresses sent a shiver through his body, which lingered in the points where it tingled.
The more he rubbed himself the stronger the odd, but wonderful, feelings in his head and back got. Will didn't even stop to think about what was happening to him until he felt something slid down past his rump, into the leg of his pants. Something was there that hadn't been just a moment before.
Somehow he managed the willpower to pull himself away from his masturbatory urges, unbuckling his pants and kicking them off along with his shoes. He stood, trying to get a look at whatever it was, and found himself driven to his knees by a powerful surge of pleasure that raced through his body.
Will dropped to all fours, gritting his teeth as he pulled his cock out from his briefs and began to stroke himself. Aaah, it felt so much better now. He thrust against his own hand, moaning softly with each exhalation. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good. The weird sensations were almost gone now, either that or swallowed up by the near orgasmic pleasure that kept building inside of him.
With a sudden growl of effort, Will came. Every muscle in his body seemed to misfire, sending him dropping to the ground, rump in the air. The cool plastic of the plastic mat beneath his computer quickly because hot and wet as jet after jet of his seed rushed out, forming a thick, sticky white puddle beneath him.
The sheer power of his orgasm left Will breathless for a moment, he simply lay as he had fallen, taking deep breaths and tried to gather the strength to move. That had been incredible, like nothing he had ever felt. His hand continued to stroke slowly, coaxing drips and dribbles of cum from his member.
"Wow." he said simply, in awe of what had just occurred. It had made him feel so good, he couldn't stop smiling, nor could he keep his tail from swishing happily back and forth. *That* was enough to get him to his feet. His tail? He didn't have a... why yes, yes he did.
A fine specimen of a tail, about three and a half feet long, covered in fluffy white, black, and grey fur in the familiar coloration of a snow leopard. Looking at the new addition with wide eyes and a slack jawed mouth, Will grabbed the tail and gave it a tug. He felt it, in fact he felt the touch of his hand against the fur.
A sudden realization hit him and Will slowly raised his hand to his head, only half surprised to find his own ears replaced with large, triangular, fluffy feline ears. He had to stifle a pleasured purr in his throat as he rubbed the sensitive kitty ear.
Will pulled off his shirt and threw it over the impressive sized puddle of splooge before sitting back down in his computer chair, glaring at the computer. "No way." he said, shaking his head. "No frickin' way. This is impossible."
Impossible or not, his tail felt as real as he was, the soft fur feeling nice against the bare skin of his thighs. For some reason he was still almost achingly hard. He bit his lip, thinking for a moment. "Why the hell not?" he said with a chuckle, "Might as well try it out and see what it feels like."
He click the button with the groinal area marked, bringing up a trio of symbols, the sign for male, the one for female, and between then a merging of the two. "No thanks, I'll stick with my own gender." Will said as he clicked the blue arrow.
There were a dazzling array of features and options that could be applied to that particular portion of the anatomy. Will messed with a few sliders, added a few items that looked to be click and drag additions, and selected a species. What he ended up with was a big, odd looking member protruding from a snow leopard furred sheath, a mix of features from horse and feline.
It made sense, Will always wanted to see what it felt like to be hung like a horse, and the feline additions fit his altered self thematically. After a preview to make sure that it wasn't TOO big, Will clicked the 'Activate' button and waited with a huge grin on his face.
Just as before a jolt ran through him, emanating from the mouse. The warm tingling centered on his groin this time. Recalling the last time, Will pulled off his briefs and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with his already cum moistened t-shirt beneath him. He watched in awe as his maleness began to shift, the alterations beginning.
He eeped softly as his cock actually sunk into his body, but the head remained visible as the flesh around it changed. His scrotum began to grow larger, staying in proportion to the soon to be larger organ that was to emerge.
Will let out a sigh of relief as his cock, now light pink over the entire length, slid free from his new sheath. He slid one hand around the lengthen, thickening, changing organ, and another down to cup his growing balls. The powerfully enhanced pleasure that had accompanied his first transformation soon returned.
His member quickly grew past its former length, no longer fitting almost entirely in his hand, the shape began to change as well. The bell shaped head widened, flaring out like an equine's, while the tip narrowed and lengthened, becoming a bit conical like that of a feline.
Will let the pleasured purr escape his throat this time, now that he knew what was going on, the effects if not the source, he was much more relaxed and eager to explore his partially feline shape, and all the instincts that came with it.
The purr was interrupted by a pleasured gasp as his hand, now sliding up and down Will's now twelve inch member, came across a horse-like medial ring around the circumference of his cock. It certainly was different, feeling the change in width, a sudden expansion, then back to normal. Another gasp as his hand finds the second.
It was something he had added based on a pic his sister had sent to him of a well endowed black lion furre, a third gasp as the third was caressed. Will had thought it looked kind of interesting, even if males weren't his thing. His purring continued as his slow stroke traveled upward, each of the medial rings feeling good, but no longer so sensitive they made him gasp, however the small bumps her encounter did.
Not wanting to see how sharp feline barbs were, Will had added a few bumps here and there on his cock. The added texture to his cock added to the experience, as did the soft velvety texture of the fur that was beginning to grow in on his sack and sheath. The fluffy whiteness looked so perfect between his legs, his pubic hair replaced by the shorter, but thicker, feline fur.
Trying out a couple of different body shapes and types would be a really cool way to spend the weekend. Especially if every change felt as good as the ones he'd already felt. Will almost whimpered as the feels of change died away, though this time they didn't leave him with an overwhelming urge to fuck. Sure he felt horny, but it was easily controllable, which he was quite thankful for a moment later.
The sound of a muted growl came from the direction of his computer room closet. Will was immediately on his feet, walking over to investigate the sound, his thoughts of self pleasure pushed reluctantly aside for now. He'd just been transformed partially into a cat with a big cock that was like something out of an exotic sex toy catalog, who knew what other weird things were possible today?
Will opened the closet door a hair, peeking inside. Lacking a light in the interior, the closet was completely black, no sign of anything out of the ordinary. He opened in a little further, letting light in. To his astonishment the boxes of outdated computer gear he'd never probably need were gone. All that was in the closet was another door on the far wall, this one made of metal with rivets along the outside.
The catboy stepped inside to take a look, only to find himself in sudden blackness as the closet door swung shut behind him. Will quickly turned, reaching out for the door, but finding something completely different. As he turned the blackness faded, revealing a room made of hewn stone. Sitting in one corner, slurping noisily at his cock, was none other then the red dragon that Will had seen browsing the website earlier.
The dragon looked up at the naked catboy that had suddenly found his way into his domain, a black forked tongue slid across reptilian lips as it rolled onto all fours and began approaching Will.
"Oh sh...!" was all Will had time to get out before three hundred pounds of horny, scaly flesh knocked him back against the wall. The dragon's forepaws proved to be quite dexterous, gripping Will's legs and pulling him to the ground. The red beast murred happily, nuzzling the catboy's face and giving him a few licks.
"Hey! Stop it!" Will protested, not wanting to be a playtoy for a dragon, a MALE dragon at that. The dragon either had no comprehension of what Will had said, or had chosen to ignore it. The red beast's tongue slid downward, the long forked length curling around Will's shaft.
"Oh hey! No! Knock it off! Hey! I'm a guy!" the catboy protested, but the much larger scalie was having none of it. Will gripped the dragon's horns, trying to forcefully pull the dragon's head away from his cock. He tried to push himself back onto his feet, but the motion made him thrust involuntarily, the tip of his cock rubbing across the ridges on the roof of the dragon's mouth.
Apparently the creature took this as a sign that Will wanted to play. The dragon began to bob his head forward and back, lips and tongue tracing over the catboy's altered cock. Will didn't know if it was his inexperience with blow jobs, the dragon's skill, his cock's enhanced sensitivity, or the fact that he was being given head by a mythological creature, but whatever the reason it felt too good to resist.
He purred as he sank back down to the floor, wrapping his legs around the dragon's sinuous scaled neck. It didn't really matter if the dragon was male or not, this whole day was full of things that were entirely impossible. So why shouldn't he enjoy a few sexual pleasures with a male dragon? Dragons weren't supposed to exist, so why should he be all worked up about one intent on licking and sucking him to climax?
Will felt wonderfully calm and relaxed, he was sure he was either taking all this strangeness really well, or had gone into a sort of emotional shock. It didn't really matter which, the only thing that mattered right now was the dragon's wonderfully warm mouth around his cock. With a playful growl, he thrust deep into the dragon's mouth, pulling himself forward with the dragon's horns, intent on going in as deep as he could.
The dragon murred happily as the catboy's seed began to flow, filling his mouth. The red beast eagerly gulped it down, the tongue curled around Will's cock keeping him from pulling out until the creature had coaxed the last drop of cum that he could get.
The dragon nuzzled Will's neck softly before moving into a corner and taking a seated position. The creature cocked his head and made a soft "Myeh?" sound. Will couldn't help but stare at the erect black dragoncock that emerged from a slit in the creature's yellow belly scales. It was the size of his arm, at least! Will was quite glad that the dragon knew he was too big to fit, the beast would've broken him in half!
Well, it was only fair that he return the favor, and it was an opportunity to study a dragon up close and personal. At the very least he'd have some ideas on dragon anatomy for future use in a roleplaying game or something of the like.
The catboy sat down on the dragon's tail, finding the smooth scales a somewhat comfortable seat. He pulled the dragon's cock against his chest, one hand keeping it in place, the other stroking up and down the massive length. The dragon's eyes closed and he began to purr softly. Will kept the pace nice and slow, the dragon didn't seem to mind.
The dragon bucked gently, a spurt of precum gushing from the space shaped tip of his length, the sticky goo hitting Will in the face. The catboy scrunched his face, shaking his head and spitting to try and dislodge it, but it... kinda felt good being there. Nice and warm, and it smelled nice, and tasted wonderfully sweet.
Will suddenly found himself with his mouth pressed up against the dragon's cock, licking the red beast's cockslit, lapping up the rest of the pre. It was almost an instinctual action to way he did this, there had be no conscious thought involved. He had just gotten a taste of the stuff, and here he was, inhibitions cast to the wind, eagerly seeking more.
The cockhead was bigger then his fist, certainly not something that he could fit into his mouth, but the dragon didn't seem to mind the catboy's eager licks and kisses. Will knew the scent was having some sort of an effect on him, but he didn't care at all. It was a dragon, a wonderful, friendly, playful dragon with no intention of harming him. If an aroused dragon's fluids had this sort of effect on a person, that would explain how so many of the DnD campaigns Will took part in had a half dragon in them somewhere. With this scent filling his nose, there was no way he could NOT think of sex, and the only being to have sex with was the powerful beast in front of him.
The dragon's black, gleaming member grew warmer with each lick and caress, the creature's body heat seeming to rise as the pleasure Will gave him increased. The enticing scent had Will achingly hard again, but he couldn't take his hands off the dragon's slick shaft in order to guide himself into the magnificent creature's tailhole. It wouldn't be right, taking a dominant position with something so powerful
He had come to Will interested in mutual pleasure, so whatever they did it ought to be as equals. The catboy's tongue slid down the dragon's maleness as his hand moved upward, eager to test out the possibility of an idea he had found somewhat interesting for a long time, but figured the physics of it were impossible. Will purr-chuckled as two fingers met no resistance entering the dragon's cockslit. A third joined them, then a fourth before there was any sort of push back. "Mmm... this is probably going to feel a little funny at first big guy," Will purred, "But it's gonna feel so good once you get used to it." he said with a grin.
It took a massive effort of willpower to pull himself away from the dragon's cock, but Will managed, knowing how good it would feel for the both of them. The catboy coaxed the dragon down onto his back, the bright red creature looking up at him curiously, wondering what Will had in store.
The catboy scooted up onto the big reptile's belly, positioning himself just right. He reached out with one hand, pulling the dragon's massive cock down to lie against the smooth scales of his belly, his other gripped his own shaft. Loud moans emanated from both males as Will's cock vanished into the dragon's. All the precum the beast had gushed had made the inside wonderfully slick, and Will's manhood was just big enough to stretch out the dragon's urethra a little bit, giving a delicious friction that made both of them shiver.
Will gripped the dragon's cock tightly with both hands, sliding them up as he thrust in, and moving back as he pulled out. The catboy's furred crotch quickly became sodden as a titanic blast of pre spurted out of the dragon. It was incredible fucking the dragon like this, the heat pouring off the beast's aroused body, the scent of the creature's fluids that made him so delightfully horny, the awe inspiring mass of the big black organ before him. Every little thing seemed to heighten everything else. All five senses swirling together in his mind into a single point, all of it building towards and incredible crescendo.
With a near deafening roar that eclipsed his own growling scream of ecstasy, the dragon climaxed. The flood of wonderfully warm seed coating him set the already overstimulated catboy over the edge. For one glorious moment he felt everything, every hair on his head, every pore on his body, every scale on the dragon beneath him, every little speckle and splotch of dragoncum over his body, every little inch of the dragoncock before him.
He fell back from the dragon, his cock sliding free of his lovers with a wet slurping sound and a soft pop. But instead of the smooth scale and powerful muscle beneath him that he expected, Will instead found the softness of his bed.
The scent of dragon still filled his nostrils, his body was still covered with cum, but Will was no longer with the wonderful dragon's lair. He was back in his apartment. He licked his lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of the dragon's seed. The taste was better then he had expected semen would taste.
With a purring chuckle, the catboy made his way to the shower, not wanting to drip on the carpet. Man, if that website could do things like this with him just playing around, just imagine what it could do if he really went into detail with things? As the hot water hit his body, the temperature reminding Will of the feel of the creatures seed when it touched his skin, he found that he couldn't stop grinning. He was SO looking forward to all the things he was going to do this weekend, as well as what all the things that were going to do him. | Sorcery.Net by Von Krieger | [
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My mother and I were just right for each other. After our first encounter we were never shy about things again. Not that we really were at all, but after our intimacy was expressed, we really bonded together in a truly unique way. A way that only a mother and child can.
I did have a moments hesitation about things that first time. I thought that we had definitely taken a new direction in life, one that society would surely condemn. Really it was already condemned and simply not discussed by anyone, ever. In fact, I can't remember ever hearing about incest until I was into college. Then it was a very taboo thing, very deviant and purely sexual. I laid in bed with my mother that first night wondering if it was wrong what we did. I thought how she felt, her body next to mine. She was snuggled against me and she smelled so good. Her touch electrified me and she was certainly someone who cared a great deal about me. That seemed like the perfect mate to me.
Fuck society, I decided. I want this woman and I want to continue to feel her touch against me. My only concern now was where was I going to find a hard dick now that I had fallen in love? I snickered a bit at the thought and drifted off into a blissful sleep filled with dreams of a sexy mature woman with whom I want to do everything!
As I said in my first chapter, we had moved in together after I had gotten very lucky and landed a great job. We had also done very well as a couple. She worked part time with a temp agency and Kept up with the house work while I brought in the big paycheck. At first it was tough to find time together. I was always working late doing the jobs no one else wanted. Losing cases basically, I got lucky with a couple that actually made it to trial and got a verdict that wouldn't completely embarrass me in the law circles. Mostly I plead out the cases and tried real hard to do a great job for the firm that risked a lot taking me in when there might have been a man "gasp" instead of me.
Things calmed down a year or so later. We were making friends when we went out. We had regular bars that we frequented and had formed a fairly regular group of friends with which to explore the fun side of friendship. Mom did say it takes a special kind of friend to cross the line.
Nathan was the first to experience us. I had wondered where my cock cravings would be filled, here he was. I had discussed my need with mom and she had the same feelings I did so we went on a manhunt. Nate is about 6'2" and is as fit as a fiddle. When we met him we were all out at a favorite bar of mine and drinking freely. Nate was pretty drunk, and like most drunk men, was saying the most amazing shit to us trying to get us into his bed. We teased him of course, not letting him know that he would surely be in our bed that night.
We started weaning him from the alcohol and eventually we made it to an all night restaurant. After several cups of coffee and a tall stack of pancakes we made it perfectly clear what we wanted.
"Nate dear," my mother said in that teasingly seductive voice I knew and loved. "I think that since you've had so much to drink that you shouldn't be driving home tonight. The way I see it you should take a cab, or you could spend the night on our sofa."
My mother saw the look of frustration in my eyes when she had mentioned the cab, and I am certain she saw the relief when she offered up the couch. She was teasing me as much as him I think.
"Honey" she turned to me, "do you have enough money for Nate to grab a taxi?"
Ooh she was teasing me. I could clearly see the gleam in her eyes. "I think it would be best, and surely more cost effective if he just slept it off on the couch." I said in as much of a please-don't tease-me voice as I could muster.
"Maybe you're right. Nate, the sofa is fairly large, it will be quite comfortable. And I am sure that neither Honey or myself dare to sleep until you are sound asleep yourself." Her tone left little if anything to the imagination and the look in my eyes was telling everyone who could see me that I wanted to fuck him, and I'd be damned if anyone slept (ever) until I got it.
"Uh, OK but I don't really know if I should, I mean I have things to do tomorrow, I don't wanna be late for my stuff... I mean, uh that I need an alarm or something." Nate was clearly trying to reestablish some kind of control. It was cute to watch but he had no idea what he was in for.
" Why sure dear, we aren't barbarians, we do have a little technology to share. We'll make sure that you get where you need to be when you need to be there." He probably missed the sarcasm in her voice but I was with her. I was ready to go too. Mom caught the hint and after paying the bill with a more than generous tip, we were in my car and cruising home.
Mom had slipped into the backseat with Nate and was making him understand the direction things were going. I heard her whispering into his ear and saw them share a secret smile. He closed his eyes and she proceeded to run her left hand up his leg from his knee to his crotch. I was trying to watch the road but things were heating up in the back and I wanted to be there with them, not worrying about the right sequence of turns to get us safely into the drive way.
She was rubbing his crotch very firmly and he was moaning a bit. He had no idea what was about to happen to him. He was about to put his right hand on her thigh when she deftly pushed his hand aside and then coolly undid his pants. She slipped her hand inside and he practically came right then. Her left hand was exploring everything inside his pants and he was loving it. He tongue was licking his ear and her teeth were nipping at him lightly. His fists were clenched as he was trying desperately not to touch her. I think that was the topic of the secret whisper. She and I had played that game.
I don't know how, but right at that moment I realized that we were parked in the drive way and I was turned in the driver seat watching the action.
Mom looked up at me and saw the lust in my eyes.
"I don't know honey, I don't think he has enough for two." She teased. She was taunting him as much as me and he caught the hint.
"I can do whatever the two of you want, anything! Please, lets go inside!" Ooh he sounded pretty worked up, I hoped he wasn't too excited.
Mom abruptly stopped and then without a word left the car. Nate was about crazy with lust. I hopped out and followed her to the door while Nate tried without much success to pull himself together.
Once inside I went to the kitchen to poor some tea and Nate collapsed on the couch. Mom was in the lounge looking at him and talking with that mother voice.
"Why on earth did you drink so much? How do you expect to pick up women with lines like 'hey baby, I got what you need' and 'ooh you are so sweet to watch.' You need to recognize you limits." Mom was laying into him, I think she wanted him to know that she was my mother. I kind of wanted him to know, but not yet. I wanted to wait until I was licking his cum from my mothers body. Go the thought of licking her hard nipples after he came on them. Ooh I don't care if people think its degrading to women, I think its hot.
Nate was clearly upset, "what are you, my mother? Lay off I was just having a good time, what's the harm?"
"Yeah, what's the harm?" I added, "We were all drinking freely a bit ago, maybe you should relax." I said to my mother handing her a cup of tea.
She grinned at me and I set the rest of the tea on the living room table an sat down next to Nate, poor baby. I snuggled up next to hem and quickly put my right hand inside his pants. I was shocked at how arousing it was for me to be doing to this man what my mother was doing to him a few minutes before.
He was hard. Ooh so hard it had been a while since the last time I had a hard cock in my hand. He felt so good. I stroked him slowly, I was determined to enjoy every aspect of this night. I was so wet. I whispered in his ear,
"Nate, pull your pants off for me, please." I licked his ear then and he was actually calm when he pulled his pants off. Mother was there to gather the pants and his socks and shoes and set them aside. She knew I liked it when she was motherly. His dick was long and throbbing, I worked my hand up the entire length, memorizing every vein and crease. Then I moved back down from the mushroom shaped head slowly to his neatly groomed curls. I do enjoy the look of a man who is groomed.
Mother was right there, inches away watching me pull this mans cock. First in my hand and then with my mouth. I moved to my knees in front of him and slid my mouth down. He was moaning. Mother took my place at his side and took his shirt off. I looked up at him as they kissed, their mouths full of each others tongues, my mouth full of hot dick. He tasted so good, it was dribbling a bit of fluid and I hastily licked it up. I sucked up and down at a gentle and still firm pace.
I never took my eyes off of them making out like teenagers. It was so hot to watch. She was all over him and this time she didn't mind him being all over her. Her shirt came over her head and her bra came off with barely a movement. Her nipples looked so good as hard as they were. She was starting to sweat.
I sped up my pace. I had his cock sliding in and out faster and faster. I was millimeters away from gagging but I wanted more. Anything my mouth couldn't reach I stroked with my hands. He was ready, I could feel him starting to squirm. Mother moved then from his side. He didn't care he was trying to hold on. I wasn't having it though.
Mom got beside me And pushed gently fro me to stop. I knew what she wanted. I stopped sucking this wonderful cock and looked at my mother.
"Oh god please don't stop now!" Nate was a bit frustrated. "C'mon, baby keep go... oh my lord." This to the wonderful sight of my mother kissing me. She put her hands to the sides of my head, just below the ears and pulled me to her gently, I leaned in and her lips brushed mine gently. So soft, so sweet. Then we kissed harder with more passion. We really went for it. I wanted to be one with her and gave her everything I had with my lips and teeth and tongue.
We were both glancing at Nate and he was furiously stroking his dick, from the looks of it he was ready to pop too. Mom wasn't putting up with that.
"If you cum, you leave and you never get a second chance with us." His hands were at his side and his sexy naked butt sat there and watched.
Mom looked at me and winked. I melted, I love it when she does this. She unbuttoned my blouse and with a flourish it was on the floor. She pulled my bra down and started licking my tits without even bothering to take it off. It felt so good. I pulled her head to my chest. She pushed my tits together and switched between them, biting gently between licks.
"Mmm mommy I love it when you do that." I wasn't really sure what was coming out of my mouth but we heard a chuckle. I looked over to Nate and he had his hand over his mouth.
"No way! No fuckin way! Aw shit this is fuckin awesome!" I grinned at him and laughed a bit.
"Well mommy dearest, our secret is out." I said as mom stood up to face him. She pulled her skirt and panties down and turned back to me. She stuck her ass back a bit and sat on Nates dick
"Oh fuck yeah!" he was indeed ready. She leaned back onto him and started riding, up and down, up and down. His hands were on her waist and it looked so sexy to see her like that with his hands on her hips.
I looked up into her eyes as I leaned my head into her wet pussy. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her was so incredible. I could smell the sex in the air. And I wanted my share.
I leaned into her and tasted her pussy. I licked her in opposition to the dick inside her. Her clit was hot and wet and she jumped when I hit the sweet spot. I knew from long experience how she liked me to eat her. It was a bit of a challenge considering the cock in her but I wanted it and so did she. I licked furiously and with out mercy, I was determined to give her a great orgasm.
She was screaming and moaning and without warning grabbed my head and pulled me into her cunt. I doubled my effort. She was out of control. Soon her sounds were indistinguishable from his. I was licking as much as I could and was having trouble keeping contact with the fury of the fucking going on above me.
"Oh god baby, stop, stop baby... please stop." Mom was begging and I was going to give her her way, for now. I stopped and watched as she slowed down on Nate. She slid up and off of him. Her juices were dripping down her thighs and down his. His cock was shining and as hard as ever. Mom wanted a special finish for round one.
" I want your cum, I want it all over, can you do that for me?" she asked in her porn star voice. She tried so hard not to look like one but it suited her right now.
She leaned back onto the arm of the couch and casually masturbated as he watched and started to jack off again. I took my chance and sucked his cock back into my mouth. I sucked with a vengeance, I wanted his come as much as mom did.
"Ooh honey, suck his cock. Make him come for us, make him cum hard." Moms encouragement made me even wetter and I went at him furiously.
"Oh shit baby suck me, god this is it, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming NOW!" I pulled back and watched the porn scene unfold. He got on top of my mom and jerked his cum all over her tits and stomach. He came all over her and she loved, I loved to watch it.
He settled back on his side of the couch and I took my place with my mom.
"I love you mommy." I said as I started to lick his cum from her stomach. Carefully I cleaned her. I migrates to her tits and lick and sucked until there wasn't a drop of semen left on her. She was beautiful. Glistening in a kind of post orgasmic arousal that means there is always more to come.
"Damn! You two are so hot together. This had been the most amazing night for me." Nate was tired and ready for bed. I wasn't having any of that.
"You my friend aren't done yet. Not by a long shot." I said. He sighed. I thought he looked down right pitiful.
He did manage to pull it together and my mother and I shared a truly amazing night with dear little Nathan.
He was a regular at our house after that. Sometimes we had sex, other times we all just watched movies. Our friendship continues to grow and he is the only one in our circle to have found out that we are mother and daughter. I think its time to share that knowledge with one of my girlfriends from the office, but mom isn't ready yet. She will be when she gets horny enough, so all I have to do is tease her into submission. | Meet Me in the Bathroom Ch. 02 | [
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*The First Morning Together*
I wake up and glance out the window noting that it is starting to get light, indicating that the sun will rise soon. Rolling over, I see a body wrapped in the light blanket on the floor right next to my bed. I am alarmed for a moment, until my mind catches up and recall it is Pearl. She is so beautiful and peaceful as she sleeps and I just watch her for a time. She looks so content, the slight rise and fall of her chest, the way her eyelids move and she murmurs quietly in her sleep every once in a while.
I still somewhat amazed that she is lying here. I had no intention of bringing anyone home with me the other night, much less whatever this is. I am still not certain what I am doing with her. I have had some flings with submissive women in the past, and know that I have dominant tendencies. But what am I doing with a beautiful woman sleeping on my floor?
There is something about her that draws me to her. She has an inner strength about her, a determination. We had talked long enough for me to realize that life had been cruel to her, but she kept on. She did not elaborate, but from what I gather these things would either traumatize most people or make them turn to drugs, or both. But she has moved on, she has a job, her own place, and tries to help others by volunteering her time and money.
I get up and put on a robe and kneel down beside her, staring at her peaceful face for a moment. Then I grab her hair, pulling tight. I watch as her eyes fly open and she jerks trying to look around but cannot with my hand gripping her hair firmly. Once her eyes lock on mine she seems to relax and I release her hair. As soon as I release her hair, Pearl gets up and kneels in front of me. "Pearl, get up and make me some tea. Bring two cups to the patio with some fruit when it is ready."
Pearl starts to rise looking around her and walks to the bathroom door reaching for the other robe. "Pearl" I call out "what did I tell you do?"
She turns to be and replies "Make tea, Sir."
"Did I tell you to get dressed?" I ask.
"No, Sir."
I get up and walk out to the patio. I was making good money on this trip so I splurged and am staying at a nice suite in a hotel with a view of the ocean. I take a deep breath, smelling the ocean air. I turn a chair to the east and stare at the sky as it slowly lightens.
Soon, Pearl comes onto the patio and sets a tray down on the table next to me. The tray has some fruit and a small tea pot with steam rising from the lid and two tea cups. She pours me a cup and hands it to me. Once I take it and her hands are free she covers her breasts and pussy, I assume because we are outside on the balcony and someone else may see her. "Good girl, now pour yourself a cup and kneel beside my chair." Pearl kneels close to my chair, her legs close together and her ass on her heels, her tea cup in one hand and she stares ahead, watching the sun rise with me.
I reach out and rest my hand on her shoulder and sip my tea and wonder what she is thinking. We sit/kneel on the balcony eating fruit and sipping tea in silence, both us lost in our thoughts. Once the sun is on the horizon and our tea cups are empty, I reach over and grab Pearl's hair and pull her head towards my crotch. Pearl struggles to move as her body slides across the smooth floor until she is kneeling between my legs. I release her hair and open my robe exposing my soft cock.
I continue to stare out, watching the sun rise further in the sky and I feel Pearl's tongue run up the underside of my cock. She moves down and starts to kiss and lick my balls then sucking my balls into her mouth. It does not take long before her ministrations have caused my cock to get hard. Once Pearl determines it is hard enough, she stares into my eyes as she slowly runs her tongue up the shaft from my balls to the head. Still staring at me, she kisses the tip then wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks hard. I can feel her cheeks wrap around my cock as her tongue teases my piss hole as she sucks.
Suddenly, she stops sucking and her head drops down my cock and I can feel my cock head enter her throat. She keeps pushing her head lower until her nose is buried in my pubic hair then holds herself there. I can feel her gagging as she remains in place, it is an amazing feeling. Then to top it off, she starts rotating her head, her tight throat rubbing my cock head. She holds herself there, teasing my cock for as long as she can, finally pulling up and gasping for air. She looks so damn sexy with streams of spit running from her beautiful face to my cock.
I smile down at her as I stand. Pearl remains kneeling between my legs with my cock in her face. I had intended for her to give me a nice blow job while I enjoy the sun rising, but she has turned me on and I find myself wanting to fuck her. Moving my chair aside, I step away and start walking inside, instructing Pearl to come with me.
I lead her to my bed and gently guide her onto the bed, laying her on her back. She watches me as I climb into bed next to her, I lay on my side next to her. Reaching over, I grab her chin firmly and hold her head as I bend down to kiss her. My lips press into hers firmly and my tongue slides past her lips as we kiss. I feel her hand reach up and wrap around my head pulling my head tight as we kiss.
We kiss passionately, our tongues playing. Her hands run down my back and mine start running down her chest, lightly tracing over her skin. I start kissing her face and down her neck as I start massaging her breasts gently. I continue kissing down her neck and I start to squeeze her tits causing her to moan. I squeeze harder, causing her to moan a bit louder.
Continuing to squeeze her tits, I start kissing my way around her areolas, circling them causing her nipples to start getting hard. Finally, I wrapped my lips around her left nipple. I love how large her nipples are; the diameter of my pointer finger and sticking out nearly half an inch when they are hard. My hand slides down her belly as I continue to suck on her nipple.
I run my fingers up and down her belly, each time down getting closer to her pussy. I can feel her skin quiver as my fingers lightly run over it. When my fingers finally slide over her pussy, I bite down on her nipple and hear her gasp then moan as I continue biting down. I stop biting her nipple and move to her other breast. I spend less time teasing it as it is nice and firm.
My pointer finger starts sliding into her pussy and I am pleased at how wet her pussy is already. Pulling my finger out, I slide it upwards between her lips, pulling away just before grazing her clit. I continue to pet her pussy, a fingers sliding between the lips, never quite touching her pussy as I nibble on her nipples.
Her body starts to arch off the bed as I get close to her clit. I run my finger up her slit again, rubbing over her clit this time; as soon as my finger hits her clit, I bite down firmly on a nipple. I start rubbing her clit, my teeth on her nipple as I do so. I bite down harder and harder until I hear her whimper, biting a little harder than releasing her nipple.
I stop rubbing her clit and start to slide a finger into her pussy with the other. I continue to slowly push my finger into her, feeling her wet pussy open up around my finger. Once I bottom my finger out I start to fuck her.
I slide a finger in her wet pussy and start finger fucking her, my thumb rubbing her clit as I do. I continue kissing, sucking and biting her tits while finger fucking her and rubbing her clit until she breathing hard and her hips are moving in time to my finger in her pussy. Her legs are spread wide now.
I release her nipple and pull my head away from her and stop playing with her pussy as I sit up and move between her legs. My cock is rock hard and I start rubbing my cock head along her pussy lips. She is moaning as we kiss passionately, my cock teasing her pussy. I slide my cock between her pussy lips and against her clit. I start kissing her as my cock teases her pussy until she reaches back, grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me towards her as my cock rubs past her pussy.
I pull away and get up, leaving her laying there panting as she stares at me. I notice her fingers sliding down to her pussy as she rubs it while watching me. I consider telling her to stop, but the sight of her on the bed, legs spread wide with her fingers in her pussy while she watches me is hot, so I do not.
I had purchased some rope yesterday while I was out and retrieve it from the bag and walk to her carrying it. Her eyes latch onto the rope as I walk towards her, and she goes from lightly rubbing her clit to burying two fingers into her pussy and starting to fuck herself.
As I approach the bed "Sit up, Pearl and face away from me." Pearl gets up, turns away from me and kneels on the bed. I am a pleased, if not a little surprised, when she kneels. I pull her hands behind her back and wrap the rope around her wrist, securing her wrists snugly. As I start wrapping the rope around her arms, cinching her arms together I ask her "Pearl, do you remember the safe words I told you?"
Her breathing is heavy as she responds "Yes Sir, I am to say yellow if I am getting uncomfortable and red if I want you to stop."
"Good girl, do not forget those two words and do not hesitate to use them."
I slowly and methodically wrap the rope up her arm, each wrap lying just over the previous. I keep the rope snug as I do so. Soon her arms are wrapped in red rope from her wrists to her upper arms. I grab her hair and bend down close to her "Are you a horny slut, Pearl?"
"Yes Sir, I am your horny little slut," she responds patiently.
"What do you want me to do to you, my slut?" I ask her.
"Whatever Master wants," she responds. I am startled as she calls me Master as I had not thought of myself in that term, until she said it. I found that I liked the way the word came off her lips.
"Good girl," I say as I roughly shove her onto the bed. I watch her struggle, rolling over onto her back with her arms secured behind her back. Once she is on her back I crawl between her legs once again and reach and give her a rough kiss "You are mine, Pearl" I say as I pull away.
I grab my cock and guide it between her pussy lips as she responds "Yes Sir, I am yours. I trust you, Sir." Once again she surprised me, she trusts me? I suppose she must to let me tie her like this, but we had only just met. How does she know I am not psychotic with the intent to torture her? Regardless, the statement warms me, makes me feel something that I will have to figure out.
Staring into her eyes, my cock head just in her pussy lips. "Are you ready, Pearl?"
Pearl stares back at me with her eyes full of lust and she smiles slightly as she replies "Yes, Sir." As soon as she says yes, I slam my cock into her tight pussy, burying it in her in one hard stroke. She cries out, in both pleasure and pain. I lay over her, my cock buried in her and watch her face and wait for her to look me in the eyes again. Once she stares into my eyes again, I slowly pull my cock back until it is almost out of her pussy and slowly slide back in. I start fucking her with slow deep strokes, watching her face as I do.
"Are you allowed to cum, Pearl?"
"No Sir, I am not allowed to cum without permission," she responds, her breathing is heavier.
"Does that turn you on, Pearl?"
Pearl stares at me as she responds "Yes Sir, but it makes me nervous. I do not know if I can stop myself from cumming."
I start fucking her harder and faster, "But you will do your best to do as I instruct?"
"Yes Sir!! I will always do my best to do as you tell me!" Pearl responds.
My hands reach down and grab her tits roughly as I start pounding into her harder, squeezing them, causing her to moan. She puts her feet beneath her and starts driving her pussy up into me as I slam into her. Thinking to myself 'She seems to enjoy rough tit play, I will have to explore that more later.'
My fingers find her nipples and I squeeze them hard as I continue fucking her. Almost as soon as I pinch her nipples "Master, can I cum? Please, I need to cum!!"
I release her nipples and drive into her pussy, watching her face, her eyes squeeze shut as she tries not to have an orgasm. After about a dozen strokes "Cum for me, Pearl!" I tell her as I squeeze her nipples again. As soon as I tell her to cum, her feet fly out from beneath her ass and she wraps them around my hips as she screams out "Master!!" and clenches her legs holding my cock deep inside her.
I can feel her pussy as she cums, contracting and releasing, it feels amazing. After a few moments, her legs release from around my waist and she collapses down onto the bed. She is breathing hard and laying there to collect herself, but I don't want that.
I pull my cock from her, roll her onto her belly and grab her hips yanking them up. Her face is buried into the bed as I kneel between her legs and drive my cock into her pussy. I hold her hands, admiring her bound arms as I start fucking her pussy. Her head is against the headboard as I drive into her roughly. She is panting and moaning softly as I fuck her.
SMACK! I slap her ass hard and she yelps, then moans loudly. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I start slapping her ass cheeks as I fuck her. She starts moaning louder and talking, but not very coherently. "Oh Fuck! Yes! Harder please, Sir!" I cannot slap her hard from my position but continue with firm spankings until I can see a red tint on her brown skin.
I reach up and grab her wrists, lifting her arms upwards, driving her head into the bed more as I continue fucking her hard. She is moaning loudly and panting and I keep lifting slowly until I hear her say "Yellow." I lift her wrists a bit more then releasing them and she moans out in pain.
I can feel my orgasm building, but work to hold it off as long as I can. I do not want to stop fucking her. But before long, I know I cannot hold off much longer. Reaching forward, I grab a handful of hair firmly and pull back. Pearl screams out as I pull her head up off the bed by her hair. Lifting her until she is kneeling on the bed before me, her body parallel with mine, I thrust into her hard and fast.
I am not even listening to her moan and grunt as I feel my orgasm building more with each thrust. My eyes close as I imagine seeing her body as I fuck her, wondering what her face looks like, imagining her tits bouncing as I fuck her. I decide I will have to get a video camera as I want to see my girl being fucked. I want to see her reaction in a way I cannot from behind her.
I cannot hold off anymore, with one final hard thrust I drive my cock deep and hold it there as I cum hard. I pull out slightly and slam in again as I release another load deep in her pussy and hold there. I can feel her pussy convulsing on my cock again realize she is screaming out as she cums again. My hand grips her hair, holding her in place with my cock buried deep in her as she cums.
As her pussy stops convulsing, I can feel her body collapse and am holding her whole body up by her hair, as she is no longer holding herself up at all. I reach up with the other hand and grab her shoulder holding her. I release her hair and grab her other shoulder and gently lower her to the bed as I pull my cock out of her.
Pearl lays beneath me in a heap, her body glistening in sweat, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. Thinking to myself how beautiful she is, I move beside her and untie the knot in the rope and start unwinding it. I unwind the rope all the way and set it aside, and my fingers run along her arms feeling the marks in her skin left by the rope.
I get up and go to the kitchen and get a drink of water. I fill a second glass and bring it back to the bed. Pearl rolls onto her back and watches me as I approach the bed and hand her one of the glasses of water. She takes a long drink, then looks at me and smiles "Thank you, Sir," she tells me before drinking the remainder of the water.
I set my glass of water on the nightstand and climb into the bed beside her. I reach an arm under her shoulders and pull her towards me, pulling her head onto my chest as I lie there. In only a few moments her eyes close and her breathing gets heavier as she drifts off to sleep.
I lay there with her in my arms thinking, wondering what I am doing. I already feel strongly for Pearl somehow, part of my mind fantasizes about her going home with me. The project I have in town will only last a few months, six at the most. I do not think Pearl has any family, well none that she cares to see. But this is her home and I cannot ask r tell- her to leave it. Besides, how can I be thinking things like this after only knowing her for a couple of days?
I lay there holding her, enjoying the feeling of her soft body against mine. Loving the sound of her peaceful breathing as she sleeps. I feel so content and realize how long it has been since I felt this way. After an hour, I can feel her start to stir beneath me and she opens her eyes and stares up at me.
Time to get out of bed and start the day, I suppose. I direct Pearl to get up and start the shower for me. | Meeting Pearl Ch. 03 | [
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I made my way back across the dance floor to where I'd tied Dan up, only to find out he wasn't there. I was sure if tied him to a particular pillar, but he was nowhere to be seen.
I wondered what the protocol was in a place like this, do people go around untying people who are tied up by their mistresses or masters? if so isn't it a bit disrespectful? I knew Dan didn't have his phone on him so I had no option but to just take a look around the place.
We'd been there an hour or so and it was filling up with people by now, I admired all the different outfits, or like myself, lack of outfits, as I wandered around.
I still had my strap on attached so I was getting plenty of looks.
"Nice cock." One guy said to me. as I walked past. He was gyrating against another guy on the dance floor, presumably they were either gay or bisexual.
"Thanks." I replied confidently, looking down to see his naked crotch "You too."
I needed a drink so I headed for the bar. Even the bar staff were dressed in fetish gear. The woman who served me was really gothic looking, dark eyeliner, black hair, black corset. She was sexy as fuck, I could tell immediately from her accent that she was Scottish.
"Nice outfit. I haven't seen ye here before." She remarked in a thick Glaswegian accent, handing me my drink. "First time?"
"Yes." I replied, "it's a real eye opener, isn't it!?"
"Sure is love." She said "Diane and Orlene think of it all, y'know. I've been to loads of different types of fetish events and this is the best. There's something for everyone, doesn't matter what you're into, or what you're not into, you'll find it here. That's why it's so popular."
"I know." I said to her. "I've just been to the bathroom."
She laughed, presumably knowing which bathroom I'd been to.
"Ye don't have to go to that bathroom y'know." She said giggling. "Unless ye like pissin' on people. There's normal toilets over there."
"Thanks, but I thought I'd try it out you know." I said smiling.
"Good girl, that's what I like to hear. This place is all about new experiences, ye never know what you might like till ye try it." She said, bidding me farewell and turning to serve another customer.
I necked my drink and wandered around the perimeter, still no sign of Dan anywhere. He's in trouble when I find him, I thought to myself.
Then a guy approached me. He was tall, good looking with a really fit body, he was wearing only a pair of tight leather pants, no top. I could see clearly the bulging outline of his, rather large penis, through his pants.
"You look lost." He said smiling.
"Um.. I'm just looking for my boyfriend." I said.
"Boyfriend? Ah that's a shame." He replied. "I was going to offer to buy you a drink."
I don't know why I referred to Dan as my boyfriend, it was the first time I'd said it, and I did it without thinking. He was, at best my submissive tonight, definitely not my boyfriend.
"Sorry." I said. "He's not my boyfriend, I don't know why I said that. I'm his mistress, that's probably a better way of putting it." I said, back tracking.
"Ok," he said taking my hand and walking me back to the bar. "Fancy a shot?"
He ordered us two shots of Sambuca before I could answer.
"I'm Jessica, by the way!" I said, introducing myself.
"Pleasure to meet you Jessica." He said. "You can call me Master D'!"
"In that case, I'm Mistress Jessica to you then." I added, trying not to be out done by him. He laughed.
He was quite forward and confident, which I really like in a guy. He seemed really normal, too normal perhaps to be in a fetish club. Despite introducing himself as Master D' he didn't seem like a master.
"God you've got great tits." He said.
"Thanks" I replied. I'm always flattered when someone compliments my tits, especially someone as hot as him.
"Do you come here often?" I asked, probably the most predictable thing someone can ask to a guy they're chatting up, but it was a curious question.
"Now and again, when I'm feeling frisky." He laughed. "It's a pretty cool place. How bout you?"
"First time." I replied.
"What's with the strap on?" He asked.
"That's in case my boyf... my...slave, shall we say, you know... steps out of line."
"Get you." He said mockingly. "Poor fucker, goes missing for a few minutes and when he comes back you're gonna fuck him up the arse as punishment!?
"That's exactly what I going to do." I said, seductively touching my big plastic dick.
"Well, that I'd love to see." He said laughing.
We necked the Sambuca's and I ordered a round of Gin and Tonics, I like to pay my way. I was feeling a little drunk by now and extremely horny.
"So seeing as you've been here before, why don't you show me around." I said. "I haven't been into any rooms yet, apart from the bathroom. Master D' took me by the hand and walked me off.
"Ok, this is where you go if you want your dick sucked, anonymously." He said guiding me through a doorway and along a corridor. There were a little alcoves every few feet, each with a man standing, facing the wall.
This must be where the guys from earlier were stood when Carl and Lara were sucking them off.
"Ah, so this is the other side of the glory holes then!" I said.
"Exactly that." Master D' replied, finding an empty alcove and pulling his pants down, giving me his drink to hold.
I stood next to him and watched as his cock flopped out of his pants, Jesus it was big. A proper, long, thick, uncircumcised monster of a cock. He then fed it through the glory hole, which was only just big enough for it to fit through. He pushed himself up to the wall.
He stood there for a minute or so. "Nothing yet." He said looking at me disappointedly.
'Christ I'll suck it if nobody else want to.' I thought to myself, half tempted to run round the other side of the hole.
I could hear moans and groans coming from the guys who were stood at the other holes. Clearly some of them were getting noshed off.
Then Master D' let out a moan. Some lucky bitch, or possibly guy was obviously on the other end of his big dick.
"That's it!!" He said with horny look on his face.
"So you're not bothered who's sucking you off then?" I asked.
He pulled his cock back out.
"I'd rather think it was a hot woman, like yourself." He said winking at me.
"Aren't you going to let them make you cum?" I asked inquisitively.
"Nah, that was just a demonstration for your benefit." He said. "I'll save my cum for you, later on"
"That's a bit presumptuous isn't it?" I said. I was so horny that, if he wanted to put his big dick inside me, there was no way on earth I was going to stop him.
"Come on, this way." He said, ignoring my comment. "Do you know what bukkake is?"
I knew what bukkake was and I'd seen the name above the door, so I knew exactly where we were off to next.
We entered the room. It was a big long rectangular room, spit into sections. An area for Gay men, one for straight men and women, and an area that just said 'Anything goes.' above it.
There were several bath tubs and two shower cubicles with spiral staircases around them, much like the one in the bathroom I visited earlier.
There was a raised seating area, like a viewing platform with a few people watching on. So we took a seat as we finished our drinks. It was a kind of bukkake spectator sporting event.
To the left was the gay area. There was a bald man in his forties, sitting in a big bath tub with half a dozen other guys jerking off over him. At least a couple of men had already ejaculated on him as he had spunk trickling down his bald head onto his face.
There were a few more men queuing up, wanking off as they stood there awaiting their turn. Then one guy exploded all over the mans face as a few people cheered and clapped.
My head was then drawn to a woman in front of us. She was chained to a pillar, wearing the usual black rubber look fetish gear. She, again was in her forties, attractive, big breasted and blond.
A man, presumably her master stood above her, holding her by her hair, pointing her head upwards as a queue of men formed in front of her.
The first man, in his early twenties, stood in front of her and masturbated furiously over her face, she stuck her tongue out every so often to taste the tip of his young cock. I counted less than a minute of frantic wanking before he splashed a huge load of fresh, white jizz over her face and hair.
The audience, which consisted of Master D' and myself, a horny looking young couple a few seats down from us, and a lone middle aged man in the front row, all stood and clapped the young masturbator as he slumped away, leaving the woman covered in his semen.
The next inline entered the fray. A little, balding, chubby man in his mid thirties with a little chubby dick. He wiped it all over her gooey face, forcing her to suck it. He lasted a bit longer than the first. Maybe three minutes, before he shot his load into her mouth and eyes. All the time her master holding her head up forcefully, although she did seem to be enjoying the attention.
Four more men spunked over her before her master led her away, parading her around the room, for all to see the disgrace of her cum covered face. I was so horny I could have licked it all off her. Or, if Dan was there I'd have gotten him to do it instead.
"Another drink?" Said Master D' finishing up the last of his Gin.
"Oh, I'm pretty drunk." I replied. "I might take a rain check on the booze for a bit."
"Oh no, I didn't mean alcohol." he said pointing to an empty bath in the middle of the room. "I meant it's someone's turn to sit in the bath tub."
"Me? I questioned, looking back at Master D'. "I'm a mistress, I'll have you know."
"You're not my mistress." He said jokingly. "There's a line of guys there who want a sexy, young lady to cum over, are you going to deny them that?" He asked.
I like being a dominant type to Dan, I mean I really fucking enjoy it. But I have a submissive side to me as well, and as Dan wasn't there to see it, I thought what the heck, I'm here, drunk and horny as fuck, why not try something totally new?
'Who am I to deny a bunch of horny lads a place to dispose of their cum?' I thought, making my way down to the bath tub and hopping in.
The first guy wasn't great looking, his cock was average, uncut and his balls were really hairy. He seemed to take an age to cum as well. I wasn't going to suck him at first, but after six or seven minutes I wanted to move onto the next one, so I took him in my mouth.
That did the trick because he came bucket loads down my throat and onto my face within seconds of me blowing him. I cast him aside and beckoned the next lad over. I knew from seeing him out of the corner of my eye that he was better looking, with a bigger, better cock.
He fucked my mouth vigorously with his big dick, then pulled it out and came all over my face, wiping his cock over my forehead as he squeezed the last drops out of his impressive penis.
I took three or four more loads on my face, I could barely see due to copious amounts of jizz in my eyes, but it was a liberating and extremely fucking sexy experience.
I squinted through the cum in my eyes to see if I could see the next cock, but I had to close them as it was stinging so much. Then something big pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth to accommodate the head of this beast as the owner pushed it into my mouth.
It was humongous, I closed my eyes and sucked it, reaching out and jerking it into my mouth. He wiped this huge, hard thing over my sloppy, wet face, rubbing all the cum into my skin, before adding to the mess by ejaculating all over my slutty little face.
I felt the monster between my tits as he finished himself off on my cleavage before a huge round of applause. I was still struggling to open my eyes.
It sounded like a lot more people were in the room than earlier, I had been too busy to notice anyone else around. Then someone grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. I stepped out of the bath tub and wiped the cum from my eyes.
As I began to see more clearly I saw that the last cock I serviced belonged to Master D' and it was him who had pulled me to my feet.
"I told you I was saving my cum for you, but you didn't believe me!" He said jokingly.
I laughed as the applause subsided and looked up at the viewing platform. To my amazement, sitting there watching the whole thing were, among others, Orlene, Carl and Dan.
Orlene had Carl one side of her and Dan on the other, she had her arms linked through theirs like she owned them or something. She had a huge grin on her face.
"What the fuck?" I said, a little confused. Orlene laughed.
"Go and kiss your little whore of a mistress Daniel." She said releasing him from her grip and unfastening his gag. Dan walked over to me without saying a word and kissed me passionately, full on the lips. Then began to lap up the many loads of cum that were dribbling down my face. He snogged my face off as he did so. I noticed his cock was still hard as a rock.
I broke the kiss because I noticed that Master D' was now sitting next to Orlene, chatting away like they knew each other.
"I see you've met David!" She said looking at me, "His cock is as wonderful as I'd described is it not?"
I was dumbfounded.
"David...? As in your friend David?" I said turning to Dan, who nodded sheepishly.
"Yes, Daniel and David, reunited . She said with a look of mischief on her face. "Big cock and little cock, back together again.
She took David's softening cock in her hand and ran her fingers over it.
"Tell me you're not in love with this fucking beautiful cock and I won't believe you!" She said stroking it like a Bond villain would stroke his cat.
"So you set this up?" I said looking at Orlene in disbelief.
"Of course." She said "I thought Daniel and David should make up with each other, and what better way than to have a new woman to share?"
I didn't know what to think. I was really attracted to David and his mega dick, but I wasn't sure how Dan would feel about it. I mean they hadn't spoken for months.
I looked at Dan, wiping some cum from my eyebrow.
"Are you ok? I muttered.
"I'm fine!" He smiled back reassuringly.
"Come with me." I said, leading Dan out of the room to a quiet corner of the warehouse. I needed to talk to him and find out what he was feeling.
"I can't get my head round what just happened." I said. "I cant believe you've just witnessed me doing such a slutty thing, with one of your friends and I didn't even know about it!"
"I didn't know either, until Orlene led me in there and sat me down. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life." He said.
"I can see why you don't think I'm as kinky as Orlene." I said. "She is unbelievable at controlling situations and thinking things up. I don't know how she's dreamt half of this up either, this place is crazy!" I added.
Dan looked at my cum covered face and held my hand gently.
"I don't need you to be like her." He said. "I love you for who you are." My heart melted, it was the first time he'd said he loved me, the first time anyone had said it in a long time.
"Watching you in there with David's dick in your mouth, covered in cum was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He said. "I know Orlene instigated it, but it was you doing it, and it's you I'm in love with." He said.
I kissed him deeply, cum still dripping down my face and onto my outfit, my mascara running down my cheeks. I began to cry as my emotions took over.
I was about as much of a mess as I'd looked in my life, but the man I was falling for had just told me he loved me. It was one of the sweetest moments I'd ever shared with anyone.
I cherished the moment as we stood there holding each other close, knowing that any second I was going to have to rediscover my dominant side and punish Dan for leaving me alone, even though it wasn't really his fault. 'The best way to do that is with my strap on.' I thought to myself mischievously as Dan began to lick the rest of the cum off my slutty little face.
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Chimera
"Gods I need to get laid," the Amazon said.
Chimera rumbled something like a chuckle, took a deep breath, and sat down next to her. She was leaning against a rock, standing, and him sitting down next to her put him at eye level with her. It let him look out over the grass and sea the same way she saw them, as a tiny, short thing unable to see everything. The thought made him chuckle again.
"The fuck you laughing at?" she said.
"Nothing." A shrug and another chuckle later, he motioned to the water. "You have acclimated quickly. Adapted quickly."
"Have I? Last I checked, I was still tied up." And she showed her back to prove it, her hands still tied together behind her.
"After your 'condition' with Bellerophon, I am sure that will change." Scratching his beard with his claws, he frowned and turned to look at the small woman. "What is your condition?"
"Like I'm telling you."
"You plan to fight Bellerophon."
"I... it's not like that." Groaning, she pushed off the rock, stepped closer to his knee, and turned to face him. "And why do you care? He's the one who caused that." She nodded toward his face.
He reached up and ran a finger down the scar of his eye. The memory if the rock falling onto his face, crushing it, was a scary one. Even he could admit that.
The Amazon kicked his leg. He could smell wine on her breath, and her nose was scrunched up like a rodent's.
"You think you got me fooled?" she said. "Guard dog is depressed and looking for a slice of salvation. I see it all over you. I saw it on plenty of women who joined my cause, latching onto my hopes and dreams, hoping it'd rub off on them."
He growled, a harsh and guttural sound that vibrated in his chest. Hands tightened into fists, and his toes dug into the earth with a readiness to strike. Thin ice.
"You are drunk. Do not speak further."
"Fuck you. I know I'm drunk, doesn't mean I don't know a sap when I see one. So forgive the lady with her hands tied behind her, but you—"
Enough. His arm snapped outward, faster than she could dodge, drunk or not. His fingers encircled the entirety of her neck, until his finger and thumb overlapped behind it. Her eyes went wide, and then closed when he slammed her down onto her back against the grass.
He tried to speak, to say something, but only growls came out. His mouth opened, tongue licked his fangs, and grip tightened. The girl could no longer breathe; good. He growled down at her, deep, low voice rumbling and filling the depths of his stomach as he leaned in.
She tried to kick him, but he grabbed one leg and pinned it down. The other could do nothing with how close he was to her, how big he was compared to her. And with her hands tied behind her, she couldn't even take a swing at him.
He got in closer, close enough to feel her breath on his nose and see the white of her eyes. She still couldn't breathe, and he kept it that way as he smelled her flesh.
Devour her. Take her flesh into yours. She will taste delicious, of strength and fire. His tongue came out of his mouth on its own, and licked along her neck, from her collar to her jaw. Human flesh, salt and arousal and alcohol would be the spices. So much better than deer, the Amazon would be delicious.
Mindless animal!
Words cracked against his mind like a whip of thorns. He let go of her neck, let go of her leg, and put both hands against the grass beside her. Gasps pulled air into her lungs, and she blinked up at him with wide eyes.
His breathing was in pants. His body shook. His eyes refused to focus, and double vision blurred everything. His claws sank into the ground, until he was rooted into the Earth.
"... I am... sorry, I..." He did not move. Still leaning over her, on his knees and palms, the tiny warrior was hidden in the shadow of his body.
"Gods damn." The queen coughed a few times, but did not move either. "I thought you were going to strangle me to death."
"No. I am in control."
Are you sure, Chimera? He gritted his teeth until his jaw clicked. He was sure. The hunger started to fade, the swallowing onyx of his gaze disappeared, and his hands were his own once more.
"I... didn't know," she said. "I'd just assumed you were... I don't know. I forgot that... sorry."
The two of them grew quiet. He let his vision drift to the grass as his breathing started to calm, to his fingers deep in the dirt, to the woman underneath him. The scent of her body was strong from so close, alcohol and arousal and now the sweat of panic. But as he stared down at her from so close, he could smell her arousal.
And his eyes lingered upon her. Her tunic had pulled up to the side from when he grabbed her, and exposed her legs. Strong legs, toned, curved with a woman's muscle. Her stomach was exposed as well, and the smooth but lean indentations of her abs were visible.
"Ok, you said you're in control, but you really look like you're going to bite me." She squirmed underneath him, and pushed away a little with her heels against the grass.
But he could smell her heat grow. He could smell the wetness between her thighs, hidden in her loincloth. And he could see her nipples, hard against her tunic.
Once she'd managed to inch herself a foot away from him, he took her legs into his hands again, and slowly pulled her back to where she was.
"H-hey! ... um... Chimera?"
He did want her. He wanted this little she devil that had cut him open, defeated him. He wanted to devour her.
He leaned in close to her again. So small compared to him. Defenseless. She could do nothing when he leaned in, and tasted her neck once again, but with a gentle tongue. And with how small she was, his tongue was more than enough to cover much of her neck with his soft touch.
"You... you uh... you're sure you're not going to eat me?" She was trembling under his tongue's caress, and her voice wavered with her words.
His hands, colossal compared to her legs, slid up her skin, up along the outside of her thighs, up her hips, and then to the hem of her tunic. He did his best to be gentle, to not scare her, to not give into his desires with mindless abandon. But he had to have her. He pulled the tunic up over her head, and behind her, where it wrapped her arms as it caught on her bindings.
"Hey! Hey... what are you... doing?" Wriggling, she tried to squirm away again, but he put one of his hands back on her leg and pulled her back to where she was in a slow, tame draw.
Nude but for her loincloth and sandals, he rumbled deep in his chest at the sight of her naked torso. Scars decorated her lean body and dark skin; and yet, for all her muscle and strength, the curves of a woman were there. The thickness of her thighs, the dip of her tiny waist near her hips, the rise of her stomach near her ribs, the mound of her breasts, pert, with nipples a darker shade than the rest of her.
He lowered his head to her chest, and leaned in. So small, his head was almost as big as her torso. But, knowing she was so tiny, and helpless to stop him, he found his body burning hotter, and his shaft fighting against his own loincloth. When he pressed his tongue against the small creature's breast, he rumbled again until the ground around them quivered. While most of her was hard, her breast was still soft, and it molded to his tongue as he gave it soft licks.
"You can't be serious," she said. Despite her attitude, her words still wavered with her shivering body. She was afraid.
"You do not want to?" he said. He brought his head over hers again; he'd almost be able to fit her entire skull in his mouth if he tried. But instead, he leaned in, and rumbled deep through his body close enough he knew she'd feel the vibrations. "You said you need to 'get laid.'"
"Yeah, yeah but... I... um... not what I expected. And you're a giant. I... I admit I'm a little... afraid you're going... to eat me."
He rumbled, deep and quiet. The beast inside him was oddly content with how the night was progressing. He did want to eat her, but to have her naked, in his hands, defenseless and tied up, was changing his physical hunger to arousal. And try as she might to wriggle away, he could smell the same on her as well.
He sat up, undid the knot of his pelt's arms, and tossed it away. A moment later, his fingers were on her loincloth, and after a couple failed attempts to undo the very small knots, he simply pulled the fabric from her legs.
Naked, bound, she stared up at him with her mouth parted and breath coming in pants. He could see it in her eyes, she didn't know whether to fight him off, scream out for help, or let him have her. One word, one cry, and the others would come running. She knew it, he knew it.
But she made no cry, and spoke no word when he lowered his face down to her wet sex, and placed his tongue against the folds. Instead, she gasped, and lifted her head to look down the valley of her naked body as he ran his tongue up the lips between her thighs. His tongue was more than large enough to keep the whole of it buried in his warmth, and he eased it up and down against her body in constant pressure.
"Oh... gods..."
Humans were just small giants. And Chimera knew well how to pleasure his own kind; pleasuring her only meant dealing with a smaller target. With how large his tongue was against her body, hitting it all was easy, and he pressed his tongue harder against her, before he finally trapped the whole of her pussy in his mouth.
The reaction was immediate. The tiny warrior began wriggling again, panting, and mewling. Her feet no longer pressed against the grass for escape, but instead spread her legs apart. Her clitoris was swollen, begging for attention, and with each caress of his tongue, the Amazon whimpered, even as his tongue ran along the whole of her pussy instead of just the small target. When he pressed a little harder, and used his lips to suckle on her body while he licked, her noises rose an octave.
And a moment later, her juices were dripping down his tongue. He eased his tongue play, but kept his mouth on her while he watched her cum. She managed to blink down at him as she pushed her hips against his mouth, and her jaw hung open as she fought to get air into her lungs. Each convulsion of pleasure was blatant on her body, and the abs that ran down her stomach flexed and bent with the pulses. Sweat glistened on her skin, and her hard nipples stood out from her dark body as her areola swelled.
"Gods I needed that," she said
He slipped his fingers underneath her thighs, gripped her butt and legs in his large hands, and raised her ass a foot into the air. With his mouth still secure around the tiny mound of her sex, he brought his tongue down to the entrance of her body, and pushed.
"What're you doing? W-wait! You're... oh... fuck!"
Her muscles, trembling and wet, fought against his tongue. She squeezed her cunt tight, and squirmed against him, but she was trapped, and her delicious flesh was quivering. An inch at first. And then another, and another. The thick muscle of his tongue spread her open, filled her, worked its way into her trembling body, until the woman was whimpering once more.
Her normally harsh and powerful voice was reduced to quiet pants, and the occasional squeak when he forced the length of his tongue into her. Legs wrapped around his neck, and the queen panted more and more loudly as he stretched her open. When he licked upward against her insides, she moaned — a sound so unlike her, he blinked. She pushed her hips up to meet him, closed her eyes, and squeezed her thighs against his muscles between neck and shoulder.
"Fucking... big... fucking... tongue."
As if battling him, she tried to keep her eyes open and close her mouth, but he pulled her closer to him, sank more of his tongue into her clenching insides, and forced her eyes to roll upward. He wanted to open her up, pry her open, enter her, stretch her cunt until she was ready.
The orgasm hit her hard. She started to tremble like a leaf, and he again eased the probing of his tongue. He kept it inside her though, stretching the muscles of her insides apart while she came, while her liquids leaked from her, and her body gently rocked in his grip. When the tremors of her bliss faded, he renewed them with another upward stroke of his tongue, and another.
"Stop! Stop... please..."
Satisfied, he set the mewling, wet creature down onto the grass. Sweating, panting, and shivering, she tried to rest her weight on her elbows, but could not keep herself up. Each time she tried, she lay back down and let out a blissful sigh as her thighs shook. Saliva and cum mixed on her folds, and trickled down to join the grass.
He rumbled again, deeper, his belly spreading the vibrations until he could feel it in his claws. Leaning over her, he breathed deep of her scent, and placed a palm against her chest to feel her rapid heartbeat. She managed to peek at him through her halfpen eyes, and her heart rate increased. He knew what he looked like, with his fangs exposed, his posture haunched over her, and every breath pulling her in. Like an animal about to enjoy its meal.
He removed the hand from her chest, grabbed his loincloth, undid the knot, and tossed it aside. There was no way he'd be able to fuck her in such a position. He'd crush her, and the angle was too extreme. No, he would have to do things differently.
So he scooped her up with his hands, one around her hips — finger and thumb nearly circled her slim waist completely — and the other on one of her thighs to help lift her. He himself sat down, put his back to the rock, and let his legs out in front of him. With his prey in hand, he settled her shivering form atop his lap, with her large, firm ass in the groove of his thighs, and his erection lying along her stomach.
After a few moments of heavy breathing, the exhausted queen managed to right her head, look around to get her bearings, and then down at what he'd placed up on her abs.
"You... can't... be serious."
Her legs were spread apart, hooked to the outside of his legs and hips, but barely able to touch the ground. His hand was wrapped around her waist, and her cunt was placed against the base of his cock, along the underside. And his erection, heavy, thick, ran up her over her mons, her abs, and several inches past her navel.
He growled, a deep sound that traveled through his body into hers. She squeaked, like a mouse, but squeak turned to quiet mewl when he raised her a few inches, before easing her back down to base of his cock while his length slid across her stomach. The soft stroke coated several inches of underside of his length in her juices, and the mess of fluids on her thighs was soon coating his testicles as well.
It took every shred of willpower he had to not bury his cock into the fiery little woman, hard, and fast. But he was in control, and he would not ruin this.
His cock was not a rigid thing, like he knew some animals owned. Instead it was long, thick, but pliable. Hard, and yet soft enough to bend with its weight when he again raised the woman with his one hand, and used her hot, soaked folds to spread more of her fluids along his length.
She was shaking even more than before, but her eyes were stuck to her stomach, and the phallus that lay there.
"I... I don't know if... that'll fit."
It would fit. Rumbling like a purring lion, he raised the woman higher with one hand, and took his cock into his other. He pressed the bulbous tip to her opening, and experimented, pressing against her with only enough force to spread open her folds a little, and nudge against her dripping flesh.
So warm. Her liquids coated the head of his shaft as he rubbed it against her, and soon more of her cum was trickling down the veined skin of his member. Soaked, inviting, tight flesh squeezed and milked at his glans as he pressed it against her opening. Warm, wet, her body felt amazing against the swollen tip of his length.
"You are a wet creature, Queen."
"H-hey! That... is because I am drunk." Her blushing grew until red showed through her dark skin. The warrior had a shy side.
He pressed his cock against her entrance, a little harder this time, enough to open her and massage the tip of him only a sliver of length. Thick as he was, a sliver was enough to earn some grunts from the Amazon, and she raised one of her legs to push her foot against his hip.
"Slow! Slowly, I... gods, you're... going to split me open."
He rumbled, and pushed her down toward him a little harder. The tiny warrior groaned yet again, a deep sound considering her size, but her voice rose to a squeak once the flesh of his cock's tip stretched her wider, and wider, before finally sinking in the first couple inches, so her muscles found the groove at the base of his glans. She looked down at where the soft flesh around her lips was pushed apart by the his girth until it was taut, and she stared.
"Fucking... Tartarus... gods... damn...," she said.
His own surprise joined her as he caught his breath. He did not expect the tightness of her wet flesh; to feel it on his tongue was one thing, but to feel it on his cock was another. She was very, very tight. Her insides gripped around the glans of his shaft, soaked it, and massaged it with trembling muscles that milked his member. When he pushed it another inch, she winced, and pressed down her foot on his hip harder; but she didn't stay stop.
He eased her down a little further. The tightness of her insides squeezed around his girth enough to deform it slightly at her entrance with the strength of her clutching walls, demanding his girth comply to the small amount of room her flesh held. If not for the copious amount of fluids she was leaking over him, he would not have been able to penetrate her, but her liquids were plentiful, and only wet, warm flesh greeted him.
Another couple inches. She groaned, loudly, and her head went limp to hang behind her shoulders as her legs stopped trying to stand on his hips. Instead, the Amazon let her legs spread once more, let her feet dangle off of his outer thighs, and started to pant openly. She was relaxing for him.
He growled, louder this time. Something about seeing the powerful little creature succumb, about her giving in, set his blood on fire. He let her bodyweight sink her further down onto his cock, until half of it was forced into her tight, quivering insides. The hand around his girth took her thigh instead, fingers wrapping her ass, and he held the woman there as his glans pressed against her depths. He could feel her body had run out of space for him, and when he looked down, there was a distension along her abs up to beneath her navel. A small one, but enough that he could see how deep he was entering her trembling body.
He wanted more.
With one hand around her waist, the other underneath her ass, he pulled her down further. The soaked inviting flesh pushed down against him, but he stretched her deeper, and deeper with a slow, gentle motion.
And the Amazon loved it. Her voice became a delightful song of mewls and moans, mixed with panting and tiny gasps. She moved her hips toward him, greeting his girth and milking at his length, while she raised her head to look down her naked body once more.
"You're..." Her eyes were locked onto her abs, and how a subtle outline of his cock was visible between her breaths. "You're... not supposed... to be able... to see that."
"You will survive."
"Heh. That's not what I'm... worried about."
"Oh?" But before she could respond, he eased the woman higher, until only the head of his cock remained inside her. The journey to pull half of his girth out of her was euphoric. Each inch earned sporadic clenches of the woman's muscles, more of her pleasant juices, and loud groans from her. Her tight insides squeezed hard enough to hurt, but the minor discomfort was lost in the pleasure of her wet, quivering flesh milking his length.
"Fuck... fuck fuck. Go slow... gods, slow. If you... if you go hard, you'll... break me."
She bit her bottom lip, and looked up at him.
He had no idea the woman had such a sexual body. Sexually self aware, he anticipated, but he did not anticipate the way she nudged her hips toward him in a dance, the way she begged him with her eyes in sexual delight, the beautiful noises she made. And when he sank her down yet again until eight inches of his thick girth were stretching her, wide and deep, she gasped, and smiled.
"It's a good thing your dick... isn't super hard. I'd be dead."
He frowned. What an unkind thing to say. With a low rumble in his belly, he started to pull her down further.
"Wait! Wait, wait I — nng!"
Deeper. Her taut insides trembled and squeezed, but he continued to press her down toward him, stretching her in toward her belly. And deeper. He went very, very slow, drawing out each extra inch he penetrated her over a minute of gentle pressure. But sure enough, given time and gentle nudging of his cock against her deepest parts, she accommodated.
"Come on, I'm sorry! I'm... oh... gods..."
The woman could say what she wanted, but her body did not lie. As he sank her further down onto his cock, and slowly stretched her deeper, and deeper, she erupted. Her muscles clamped down, and she arched her back with her head dangling behind her as she started to tremble. More fluids leaked over his cock, until drops of her cum were on his testicles.
He lifted her an inch, and pulled her back down. The result was a whimpering, shaking woman. She spread her legs, pushed her hips toward him, and trembled all the more as he pushed his length against her deepspot. Never hard, never thrust or shoved her down, he was far too deep for that. He had to be gentle, and coax her down to him with time, and a constant rubbing pressure against her depths.
When her lips found the base of his cock, he let out a deep, low rumble. The taut, hot flesh of her cunt, massaging and milking at his length between tremors of her body, earned more rumbles from him, loud enough the others would no doubt hear.
"You bastard. I... fuck, I'm going to break." The lean creature righted her head to look down the valley of her body once more, and the subtle distension his girth made along its center. "Look at that! I... can't believe you... fucking... all of it."
"Shall I stop?"
"... no. Spent all this time stretching me apart, I can take it. Just slow! Slow... ok? Feels like... gods that feels good."
The tiny warrior, with every inch of his cock devoured, moved her hips toward him in a subtle and gentle motion. And then down toward his thighs, before again she pushed her hips toward his stomach. Every motion forced her muscles to squeeze in different ways, milk at his swollen girth, until he could feel drops of his precum leak from his glans into her body.
"You are the first human I have done this with," he said. "And... I am surprised."
"Heh, surprised you didn't kill me?"
"Surprised at how... wet, and... delightful, this feels."
The bound woman chuckled, and let out a groan of her own when she pushed her hips back and forth a few more times. The wet friction of her drooling pussy against the whole of his length and the swollen head of his cock sent warm sparks of pleasure down his length and into his testicles, before spreading into his pelvis and thighs. The woman was a sexual creature, that was for sure.
"You're lucky I like it deep. Cause... this is... really damn fucking deep." She looked down to her pelvis once more, at where his girth spread her lips wide and taut, before she shivered and looked back up at him. "I can barely move."
The invitation earned a small smile from Chimera. He raised her from his length once again, making sure to take his time and enjoy how every inch of this thick, veined girth was basked in the tight grip of her soaked muscles. She relaxed in his grip and let her legs dangle off to the sides of him again, as her head rolled back and her body trembled. Once six inches of his member was removed, he eased her body back down to devour the dripping, exposed half of his cock, until again her taut muscles found the base of him, and the head of his cock stretched her deep.
And he did it again. This time, he lifted her shivering body from him over nine inches of his length, but kept the ripe, swollen glans of his cock inside her. He worked her body up and down his glans, sinking her an inch or two before raising her up again, and again, until the woman was once more trembling and leaking juices. Sinking her back down, balls deep onto his length, one slow inch at a time, earned more of the woman's mewls, and more of her tremors and convulsing muscles.
But it wasn't until he started to work her back and forth, keeping her balls deep while massaging her pussy's lips against his abdomen, and his glans against her deepspot, that the woman truly erupted. She started to gasp, pants turning into load moans, and her body arched all the more. Her legs squeezed tight around his hips, despite being unable to circle his waist, and her cunt trembled and squeezed in random spurts. Her juices renewed in copious amounts, warm and trickling, until they dripped from his heavy testicles underneath her ass. It was already tight to near painful inside her, but her orgasm left him wincing as her muscles milked at him until he could feel the pleasure in his groin grow.
When the Amazon finally grew still, and her noises grew gentle, he started to lift her up and down a single inch, faster.
"W-wait... I'm... fuck I'm... just... I just came! Slow... down..."
He didn't. He needed to cum. His whole body felt ready to burst, so close to the edge of bliss. The wet friction of her insides against his girth was too enticing, and he needed more. Now. So he bounced her as gently as he could force himself to be, while earning the desired bliss of her flesh caressing his glans and length. Each bounce earned a squeak from the dark little creature, and her gripping muscles only tightened more as her body started to meet his. He could hear the tiny splash of her liquids against him when her lips met his body, and the accompanying whimper of the woman wrapped around his girth with each bounce.
He stopped at last when the telltale signs of orgasm hit him. He squinted his eyes as he stared at the beautiful creature in his hand, and looked down at the sight of her soaked, spread lips devouring him. When the first wave of hot cum gushed up through his length, he eased her back down balls deep onto him, and rumbled his bliss when the liquid flooded into her, coating his length and her insides.
"Oh... fuck... that's warm," she said.
He barely heard her. The first taste of pleasure in so long, he leaned back, relaxed his grip on the woman in his hand, and let the fluid come. Each flex of his pelvic floor earned a gush of thick cum, warm and delightful along his cock. It only took a few seconds for the copious amount of cum escaping him to fill the tiny crevices of space left in Otrera, before they started to leak out of her.
It took a lot to keep his eyes open, but he wanted to see. He rumbled, deep in his belly as more waves of bliss ran through his length and into his core, while more of his cum started to leak out of the girl.
To his surprise, Otrera started to ease her hips back and forth again, in a squeezing rhythm that gently milked him of his liquids. Even with her arms tied behind her, she managed to dance her hips back and forth in a slow wave of pleasure. She was still trembling, and whimpering between her own pants, but that didn't stop her from milking his seed from him with deliberate clenches of her wet insides.
His orgasm lasted a while. He was almost embarrassed at how much cum was pouring into the woman, and how nearly a minute later, he was still rumbling in pleasure as he flooded her insides. Soon it was dripping down her ass, his testicles, and his own thighs; a mess he did not expect tonight.
"Gods... look at this...," she said between pants. "You're... gods you're everywhere."
He licked one of his fangs, and lifted the woman up. She shuddered in his hands, moaned as he slipped his length out of her, and sighed when at last the swollen glans of his cock fell free. The last clench of her pussy along his sensitive flesh sent yet more sparks of pleasure up his length, and a small river of his cum fell out of her and onto his length once it was free. But, perhaps because he felt like displaying a little dominance over the prisoner, or perhaps because he felt like enjoying a little more sexual play, he removed his other hand from her leg, took his dripping cock in grip, and laid it along her belly as he pressed her pussy to the base of its underside.
"Hey! Hey... mother of Earth..."
Otrera's mouth fell open as she stared at his length. A mix of their cum coated it, but it was the swollen head that drew Otrera's eyes, and the cum that still leaked out of it. He sighed with relief at being free of her insides — pleasurable as they were, Elysium even, they were extremely tight. With his cock laid across her abs, and his glans resting below her sternum, he was free to gently caress her body along the soft underside of his length, and coax several more thick waves of cum to flow out of him. The heavy streams fell between her breasts, dripped down his length, along her abdomen, and down between their legs. In only moments, he'd coated her abs and the underside of her breasts in white.
"Forgive me," he said. "It has been... some time."
"Gods damn that was inside me." The Amazon chuckled, still panting with exhaustion and sweat, but chuckled nonetheless. "You just took advantage of a bound and helpless woman."
Even quivering with the fleeting waves of post orgasm, the Amazon still had a mouth on her. Fire, warm against him, and inviting despite the harshness.
"Let us bathe," he said.
"Good idea. I've seen whores work a dozen men in less of a mess. Going to untie me?"
With a shrug, he picked the queen up into both hands, and carried her with him toward the sea.
"I shall bathe you."
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e, and she looked between him, the ground she now floated above, and the sea. But before long, her smile returned, and she grinned at him.
"All right."
Otrera
She woke up the next morning with tender insides.
"Gods... fucking... gods damn it." Getting skewered on a giant's cock was not exactly how she planned the night to go. And she was paying for it. Sex with the werewolf had always been a rough affair, with claws and deep penetration and rough sex. But fucking a giant was a different matter all together.
She sat up and frowned at the big guy. He never slept, according the others, and sure enough, Chimera was sitting against a tree and looking at her. He had his loincloth back on, she noticed. But she did not; at least her tunic was back on.
Still tied up too. Well, it wasn't like a night of good sex was going to convince the beast to free her; if anything, she was his sex toy to do with as he saw fit, with how she couldn't defend herself. The thought sent a thrill up her spine. It was kind of fun.
Always thinking with your thighs, Otrera.
"You want to fix this?" she said, and she turned her torso a bit to point her butt at him where it lacked a loincloth.
He looked at her, scratched his beard, and shook his head. "No. I prefer you this way."
Was the giant flirting? The flat, boring tone of his voice had lessened, and instead she found hints of play and mischievousness. He was even smiling a little.
She knew those eyes. Those were 'I want to fuck you' eyes.
Memories of last night worked through her groggy mind. If not for her Fate's Child body, she'd probably be a bit more than tender — and suffering a hangover. The giant was big enough to make sex unrealistic... but she'd done it anyway. He'd held her in one hand and masturbated with her body, and she'd came all over him. A lot. With squirting, and everything else she did when she was cumming her brains out.
She could feel her whole body blushing; that included hardening nipples and some squirming too.
"Um... we uh..."
He held up a hand, looked to the path that lead back to the others, and frowned. Sure enough, Pinna came out of the canyon, grinning and hopping with every step like a young doe.
"Enjoy yourselves last night?" she said.
Otrera shrugged. "Wine was good... enough."
"That's not what I meant." The satyr hopped over to her, grin growing bigger, and motioned to the big guy sitting next to them. "That was some very... it was quite... it was really hot sex."
Otrera's blush returned. She did not like blushing.
"You were watching? You were busy fucking your husband, I thought."
"Well after I noticed you spying on me, I repaid the favor. Once I was done with Gallea of course." Pinna chuckled. "You're not very subtle when you're drunk. I mean, you don't seem to ever be subtle, but not exactly sneaky when drunk."
"I..." She was drunk, that was true. She thought she'd have at least been able to sneak around when everyone else was drunk too, but apparently not. Had Darian seen her then?
Before she could stop her, Pinna took her elbow — couldn't take her hand with them still behind her — and pulled her further away from the group and the giant. Otrera looked back over her shoulder to Chimera, who watched after her with a raised brow, but otherwise did not move.
Once they were were a little ways away, Pinna stopped.
"You, ummm." Pinna scratched at one of her horns and hopped around to stand in front of Otrera. "You ok?"
"... why do you ask?"
"Well, I... I mean, he is a giant, and... I thought maybe he took advantage of you being tied up."
Awkward, but appreciated? Otrera shrugged, and smirked. The satyr was the sort to thrive on gossip, tell good stories, get everyone drunk, and everything an inn needed to get people renting rooms and buying food. The sort you'd want to chat with, for talking's sake.
Otrera could use a little socializing, maybe.
"It was mutual. I mean, being tied up and being a prisoner made it a little one sided. But he had my permission... ish. I was drunk! No regrets though."
Pinna nodded, and as Otrera's blush started to fade, the satyr's started to grow.
"I watched a little longer than I probably should have," Pinna said. "But, it was... just... you must be sore!" And apparently unable to contain herself, the satyr held out both hands to measure nearly a foot of air with her palms. "So big! So so... so very big."
Blushing returned with a vengeance, but so did a grin. "You really want details, don't you?"
The satyr nodded, eyes wide and bright.
"You realize I'm a prisoner against my will?"
She nodded.
"And that my goal is — was — to kill Bellerophontes?"
She nodded again.
"Then why are—"
"Because you're a good person, and I know you're going to help us."
This again. Otrera groaned, rolled her eyes, and turned around, but Pinna grabbed her bound hands and stopped her from walking away.
"You're not the first wandering warrior I've run into," Pinna said, "or the first Amazon. I know your kind well enough to know you want to help. Andromeda and Perseus sound like some seriously fucked up people, and you want to free Pegasus of them. You can hate Darian all you want, but you know he was just on one side of a war."
"My tribe died against one man."
"A Fate's Child! He's a great warrior, and he had an unfair advantage. He knows it too. He regrets what happened, Otrera, he really does. You said as much last night."
"That was... wine talking."
The satyr laughed, and guided Otrera further away from the group again to take her toward the beach.
"Medusa is an unusual woman. She should be hard as steel, but she's as soft as a naive girl. Darian is... there's a rage inside him, Otrera, something unusual. Your anger was created by all the horrible things that have happened to you. But Darian? Bellerophon? His was just... there. Medusa's the only one who's ever touched him in a real way, and calmed him. And now that he is, it... it's really special. Something really special is happening, some genuine heroes on a journey to save a friend."
Darian's rage had always been there? It was Otrera's turn to smile. Pinna thought she knew much about Darian. But she didn't know everything.
"I get it," Otrera said. "I do. So just... let me think about it."
"Yes! Yes, please, think about it." Pinna giggled all the more, sat down by a tree, and motioned for Otrera to join her. "Chimera though, the Fates told me nothing. I'm sure they knew something; he was alive during the great war between giants and gods. The Fates were involved, so... I don't know! He's a mystery. He's a beast, and... and I owe him a lot." She snickered like a mischievous child, and held out her hands again to measure the air again. "So big!"
Otrera rolled her eyes, but chuckled despite herself, and sat down next to Pinna. The woman was going to try and be her friend, and maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. The Amazon wasn't so stupid to think she didn't want companionship.
"Yes, getting him inside was most definitely not easy. Very big, but a bit softer than a normal man's dick, so it wasn't going to kill me. Wine, and the tongue job he'd given me before made it doable."
Pinna bursted into a squeal of a giggles, but then brought her hands up to her ears with a pained groan.
"Ugh... hangover. So, uh... did he tell you anything about himself?"
"Nope."
"Nothing? Do you... there anything you can tell me? I'm trying to craft a story! A real, good... well, decidedly sexual story at this point. But it needs details!" The satyr was smiling, chuckling, and frowning at the same time.
She could do with some girl gossip for a while.
"Chimera and I argue occasionally, and it sort of came to a heat last night... next thing I knew, he was on me with his tongue. And it was a huge tongue, like the rest of him. Felt fucking amazing. Then I was in his hands, and... well you saw that part."
Pinna started vibrating, despite how the queen's words were making the satyr blush brighter and brighter. "More! All the details!"
Otrera laughed. She hoped the future wouldn't ruin this.
But it probably would.
The next few days went by better than the first few of her capture. Still tied up, so that was a royal pain in her ass for many unsanitary reasons. They untied her, let her clean herself, only to tie her back up. Chimera did all the work, but after their night together, she didn't mind it so much. He had nice hands.
And then every night, everyone started fucking. Gallea was healed enough so Pinna could have sex with him, super gentle lovey dovey she-does-all-the-work sex, but sex nonetheless. And the wife was apparently quite happy to do so; she initiated every time. Medusa and Darian were in a similar boat, with Medusa dragging her man off every night to fuck him with the same lovey dovey tenderness of Pinna. Medusa at least made a better attempt to hide the sex, but not by much.
Everyone was feeling comfortable with each other, talking with each other, and fucking whenever the urge struck them. And, to Otrera's surprise, that included herself and Chimera.
Sex with the giant was a nightly affair, and with her hands tied, she was on the receiving end of a lot of tongue and deep penetration. She didn't want to admit it to the beast of course, but it was Elysium. She got to relax, close her eyes, and let the giant have his way with her. A major change for her, and delightful one. He kept it gentle too, cause if he didn't, he'd split her in half. Always did like deep sex, and as long as the beast kept it slow, she was content to cum her brains out all over him.
And she was going to ruin all of it.
The sun started to rise on the seventh day of their respite. The morning air was cool, but not cold, and the breeze was equally as inviting. It was a good morning.
"Alright, untie her," Darian said. The warrior was standing up, leg healed; Fate's Children healed damn fast. He was wearing his tunic and sandals, nothing more. Same for her. Good.
Medusa slithered up behind her and started on her bindings.
"Don't kill him," she said.
Otrera looked over her shoulder at the serpent. The woman was frowning at her, and her snake eyes were staring straight into her. Yellow snake eyes with long, black slits down their center. Scary.
"I won't kill him." But I'll bring him near it. "Figure out what I want yet?" At last, with hands unbound, she brought them in front of her and massaged her wrists. She squeezed the air, felt the Fate's Child muscles of her forearms shift and flex, and felt her fingers tighten against her palms.
"I assume a duel." Darian shrugged, and pushed away from the cliff of their hidden little canyon.
"Close. Fist fight."
"A fist fight?"
"Yes." Otrera motioned for him to follow, and the two of them stepped further out into the open grass South of their hidey-hole.
"... a fist fight."
"Yeap." She tried to hide her smile.
"We have a fist fight, and you tell us where Andromeda's getting her sacrifices?"
"Yeap."
All of them looked at her with a raised brow. The four of them stood in a row at the top of a small hill, heads tilted. She'd already walked down it, and waited for Darian at the open area below. Empty space, grass, no rocks or bushes or trees nearby, and flat land. Perfect.
Darian looked to Medusa, who shrugged in return.
"She says she won't kill you," the serpent said. "I trust her... I guesss."
Chimera nodded. "You can trust her word."
Aw, the big guy standing up for her. She grinned at him, and he managed a tiny smile.
Darian sighed, and started to walk down the hill toward her. But Otrera could see an edge of a smirk in his eyes. Try as he might to deny it, the man liked a good fight.
She rotated her head and neck about, twisted her waist and hips a bit, prepped a minor stretch for her legs, and cracked her knuckles. Darian just waited, cocky smile showing through more and more. He had a right to be cocky, having beaten her so many times already.
She stepped closer, and raised her fists.
Darian, chuckling now, put a foot closer to her, and raised his fists as well.
"Bellerophontes. Or I suppose I should say Darian. Your new name for your new life."
"That's the plan," he said.
"Tell me, how's your wife?"
"What?"
She drove her fist into his face, hard. The feel of skin splitting against her knuckles, his skin, sent shivers of joy up her spine as the man rolled backward through the air and crashed onto the ground.
Let's see how well your group holds together with a little knife twisting.
"I noticed you and Medusa are quite close. Does your wife Philonoe know? After I killed her sister, I thought maybe you'd at least take a trip to tell her."
Darian was up to his hands and knees, but before he could get any higher, she kicked him in the chest. He went up a couple feet into the air, spun over once, and fell onto his back.
Gods damn it felt good to kick with the strength of a Fate's Child.
She looked up the small hill to the others. Medusa's scary snake eyes weren't so scary when they were wide with shock. The serpent turned to Pinna, and the two started talking, maybe arguing, about Philonoe. No doubt the satyr had known, but she hadn't told her snake friend. Too bad.
"I'm hearing that you've changed, 'Darian,' from the cocky, famebsessed degenerate you used to be before Zeus shot you out of the sky."
She jumped at him, and tried to land her knee onto his chest, but the bastard managed to roll back and onto his feet, leaving her knee to collide with grass. Darian didn't follow up on the opening though. He was clutching his chest, breathing hard, blood dripped down his split cheek, and the look of panic on his face was unmistakable. Not panic for her attack though, panic for her words. He even looked from Otrera up the hill to Medusa; mistake.
On him again, close, elbows in and fists up. No quarter for this cocky bastard, he deserved pain, and an uppercut against his jaw brought it. He flew back, but managed to land on his feet. More blood dripped from his chin, and each drip sent a flutter of joy up Otrera's body.
"You are a dirty, underhanded, mani—"
"You're the one keeping secrets, bastard." She swung out with another punch, but Darian managed to get around it and finally throw a return punch. It hurt, catching it in the forearm, but better that than the face.
"It was a gift from Iobates! I married her because it was expected of me! Forced upon me by circumstance!"
He was getting angry. Perfect. His words were loud enough for Medusa to hear, but yelling to the serpent created opportunities in the fight for Otrera.
"I couldn't give two shits about why you married her. I just think it's interesting that you never told your new love."
He winced. "I'm trying to leave that life behind. Completely."
"Yeah well, ghosts of the past and all that." She feinted a punch, got in closer, and drove her foot forward, straight at his chest. It was a move he'd normally dodge, but panicked eyes gave him away, and her sandal crashed against his gut.
He rolled backward, but managed to stop on his feet again, breathing fast and back slouched with one arm holding his gut.
"Philonoe is a relic of that life! And just like her sister — who you killed — Philonoe is a vile thing. I just want to forget her and leave it gone. Leave it all gone and buried."
"Is that so?" Otrera looked over her shoulder at Medusa. The serpent looked very worried, knuckles of one hand at her lips, and eyes snapping between her and Darian. "Seems like you've been burying secrets, Mr. Hero. Shame if someone dug them up."
"... don't."
"Pinna," Otrera said, smile on her face so big she could feel it in her cheeks, "tell me, does anyone know why Proetus ever made a nobody like Bellerophontes, before the Chimera incident, into a guard captain? You know why Proetus ever gave him a chance?"
"He... he was a skilled warrior. He'd gone to Proetus to ask for forgiveness for a crime. He became a member of his local militia for penance, worked his way up the ranks, and—"
"So you don't know what crime he committed?"
The satyr blinked, looked to Chimera and Medusa, and then back to her. "... no."
"Don't!"
Bellerophontes was on her like lightning. His eyes glowed white, bright, until she could see nothing but white fire in them.
For a moment, she thought she could hear something roar.
She sidestepped, but Darian wasn't looking to dance. Instead of bringing up his hands to guard his obvious opening, he just pushed against his momentum into the ground, and pounced at her. His hands reached for her face, and she had to grab his wrists.
A moment later, she was on the ground, back to the grass, while the crazed man snarled at her from above. His strength was unreal, but his weight was easy to deal with. He couldn't reach her. If he could, she was sure he'd be clawing out her eyes.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," it said.
Her own eyes glowed white, but not with the fury she was used to. This was different. This was cold on her spine, self defense against the sudden firestorm she'd unleashed.
She brought her feet underneath him, and pushed both against his chest to send him back through the air. Get up, quickly!
On her feet, she had a split second to sidestep again as the man dived past her. And when she turned to face him, he was already running for her again. He was a small warrior like her, agile, fast, and furious. In their past couple of battles, her anger had been her undoing — or at least, certainly hadn't helped. Maybe she could use his anger against him?
Not likely. He was too damn fast. On her in a split second, he took a swing for her face, and she had to duck underneath it, only to have to roll to the side to avoid getting a knee in the nose. But each time she dodged, he was on her again, screaming. The strain and power in each punch showed as bulging veins, and for a moment, she thought it was Chimera taking a punch at her.
But she was a Fate's Child too. She brought a hand up to catch his, took a step back to go with the momentum, and forced his hand down while forcing his elbow up with her other hand as she sidestepped. With a foot put in front of his, she managed to flip the bastard and get him onto his back, so she could drive her knee down at his face.
Bellerophon didn't stop though. On his back, head toward her, he reached up to catch her when she got her knee over his skull, and brought her down with a twist. He got one arm around her leg, and got his weight onto half of her, facing her. And he started punching.
Punches hurt. A lot. Knuckles and bone and force. She tried to get free, but with his assail of punches, all she could do was block with her forearms. Each hit blinded her with a lightning's moment of pain and risk of a broken bone. Bastard was furious with her, she could hear it in his grunts and roars with each punch that fell on her like rocks.
She managed to get her weight onto her ass so she could use her free leg to kick him in the stomach. It sent him into a halfway spin over the grass, and her in the opposite direction. And again, the moment she was on her feet, Bellerophontes was already up and lunging at her. His eyes were frenzied, and his teeth were bared.
He left an opening. Maybe he hadn't expected her to get up so quickly, but he came at her foot first. Stupid. She got beside the kick and drove her palm into his chest. Determined, he swung back up to his feet and threw himself at her again, a full pounce. Bringing her arms up wasn't enough, as he managed to get one of his hands around her wrist, and tried to wretch her guard open.
So close, she felt her heart stop when the man's gaze caught hers again. One moment a smiling, handsome man, the next, a barbarian gone berserk. Is this what Pinna was talking about? Rage that had always been there? This wasn't the man she'd fought several times before, this was a crazed animal who was going to rip her arms off.
He brought a knee in from the side and crashed it against her waist. A snap and wretch of pain told her a rib was broken. But it also meant the man had his leg up, and she managed to get a grip on his ankle, and yank. She was strong, he was light, and she managed to get him a good twenty foot through the air before he landed, sliding in the grass again.
"The whole time I've been your prisoner, I've heard from everyone about how great you are. Medusa, obviously, but even Pinna and Chimera have compliments for you. Say you've changed from the angry bastard you used to be. Look at you now!"
She was playing with fire. The monster was shaking from head to toe, and his fists were tight enough she could see the veins of his arms from so far. He got up slowly, fingers digging deep into the dirt, before he turned to face the queen with murder in his eyes.
"Don't."
"But I guess it'd be against your new image to have people knowing what you did? That you killed your brother with your bare hands, for no reason at all?"
She waited for the moment of joy, the moment of satisfaction, the moment of elation from ruining the man and his world. She held her breath and waited for the spring of bliss to fill her from tasting revenge. Nothing. Nothing at all. Only bitterness on her tongue, and an aching cold in her gut.
Silence fell upon them all. Only the gentle, pleasant breeze stirred noise, grass upon grass. Otrera looked to the viewers of the brawl, and their shocked faces, dropped jaws, open mouths, and wide eyes. Even Chimera looked surprised.
The monster didn't move. He stood there, eyes glowing, body a statue, but the rage that poured off of him was unreal. He was shaking, and each breath had turned into a snarl.
"... h-how do you know that?" Pinna said.
"Andromeda knows a lot. Quite the scholar, quite the sorceress. I'd thought she might be lying, but apparently not. Know thy enemy, she said." Otrera breathed deep, leaned her weight from one foot to the other, and readied herself. Bellerophontes still wasn't moving, but she could see a flicker of movement in his eyes when she shifted left and right.
Bellerophontes at last raised his hands, one in a fist, one open, and started to take slow steps toward her. She'd seen similar looks, in those who gave into the need to murder with their whole being. The look of someone willing to sacrifice their life, just to kill someone.
Too late to stop now.
"Did I ruin your little fantasy, 'Darian?' Did you really think you could just not mention the horrible things you've done, and everyone would accept this new you? Will your little group still be able to, when they realize you're a psychopath?"
He stopped at the last word. "... what?"
"You can apologize about what you did to me, and say you regret your actions, but what does any of that mean from a lunatic who's been killing people since he was a child? Who's killed family, at no provocation?"
He looked down at his hand where his blood lined it. Then back to her as the white in his eyes started to fade.
"You saw Perseus," she said. "And you must have noticed it. The man's a psychopath. He's also a Fate's Child, chosen by the Fates themselves, like you, unlike me. I remember the look in your eyes when you slaughtered my tribe. It wasn't the look of a man at war. It was the look of a monster, someone completely at home in a bloodbath. The same sort of look Perseus has in a fight."
In her mind, she'd imagined destroying the man with her words. They'd fight, hit each other a few times, but with each word she would release upon him, his strength would waver, his endurance would falter, and she'd break his nose. She didn't want to kill him anymore; that was progress, right? But just because she didn't want to kill him didn't mean she didn't want to hurt him.
Or so she thought. But as the man's eyes returned to normal, and his heavy gaze fell down to the grass, the joy of it all faded to black. In the wake of her victory, all that was left was ashes.
He raised his gaze, and for a moment, she thought she was looking into the eyes of a dead man. "... I don't... remember their... fa—"
"That's enough!" Medusa slammed her tail against the ground, and slithered down to get between them. Soon several layers of snake scales were between Otrera and Darian, and the serpent faced her with bared fangs. "What are you doing?"
Otrera frowned at the woman, and paced side to side with closed fists.
"Exposing him for what he is!"
"I know what he is!" Medusa raised herself higher, well above Otrera's height, like a defensive snake, and stared down at the Amazon. "I know what he is capable of. I know he misses a piece inside him. I do not care about some old marriage he did not care for. I do not care about the crimes of his past. He is different than he used to be!"
This woman! This stupid, naive, ridiculous woman. A hundred years of Tartarus and still...
"Did you not hear him two minutes ago? One jab at the right spot and he loses it."
"I heard him. And I know he's the first one who... never mind." The serpent turned around, reached out for Darian's hand, and started slithering away.
It was only when Medusa had moved out of the way that Otrera caught Darian's eyes again. And he looked devastated. Heavy eyes had become stone, shoulders weighing him down, and each step he took to follow Medusa might as well have left a crater.
Silence once more. She looked to Pinna on the hill, and the satyr frowned at her. She looked to Chimera, and there too, the beast of muscle and brutality, she found his frown.
She looked down, and frowned at herself.
Gods damn it.
Darian
It happened again.
He looked down at his hands; they were still shaking with the rush of need when he was on Otrera. If he'd managed to get his hands on her, he'd have killed her, crushed her throat, ripped out her wind pipe. He'd have fucking torn out her throat with his teeth if he could have gotten close enough.
Medusa took them a ways from the group, and stopped them once she'd found a good tree between some small hills. A gentle place. And as he expected, Medusa guided him to sit by the tree.
The beautiful woman coiled up beside him. "One moment, I think Otrera will be kind, and the next, she is... she's..."
"She was trying to get a last jab at revenge, I guess." He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "But I don't think she really wanted to. She could have waited for a better moment to bring that up, if she wanted." Breathe. Breathe. Otrera's face in his mind sent fire into his fingers, and the need to snap her neck started to grow.
Medusa set a hand on his leg, and waited. When he looked at her, she had a small smile, the tiniest thing, like a waiting mother.
"... I'm a married man," he said.
She shrugged. "Didn't sound like a marriage."
Gods damn she was too good to him.
"No, no it wasn't. I didn't bring it up because I wanted to forget about it. I... do you want to know?"
She nodded. "We love each other, right? Knowing each other's secrets, it comes with the job description."
Laughing, he squeezed her hand and brought it up to his lips.
"She was a gift from her father King Iobates. This was before I knew about what Proetus and him had planned, but after I'd become famous. He was trying to get on my good side before the inevitable. It was a wedding of... it wasn't a wedding. She wanted power, like her sister, and tried to manipulate me to get it."
"I understand. It... it's in the passst."
Too damn good. And when the beautiful serpent brought her torso over to lay her head upon his lap, he put his fingers into her hair, the other on her shoulder, and relaxed against the tree. How could she be so calm with him? He was still shaking with anger, he could feel it in his guts and his hands. Muscles twitched, and his forearms demanded he squeezed something until it died.
But Medusa stayed where she was, and reached up to touch his chest. Fearless.
"And my brother?" he said.
"I... I saw how you reacted, when Otrera mentioned it. I don't want to talk about it if it brings you such pain."
Of course she didn't. He didn't want to either. That was part of the problem, the constant running from the obvious, glaring hole in his life.
"... we were practicing with fake swords. I was only fourteen, he was seventeen."
"Darian, you don't—"
He tapped her shoulder with fingers as lightly as he could manage. "He hit me harder than he was supposed to. Just teasing me, using his older age and greater strength to push me around. Typical brother stuff. And I... just lost it." It took effort, but he raised his heavy hand from her shoulder and looked at his fingers. "Blinding white rage. My family had started keeping me at a bit of a distance after the incident with the thieves, except for my brother. And then... I just..." Beat his body until it was pulp, until he was a smear in the dirt. Parents had sent him off to Proetus in hopes he'd execute him for the crime, not enlist him.
Medusa raised herself from his lap, and looked at him with the most pitying eyes he could have imagined. It hurt to meet her gaze, and his eyes drifted down.
"It's a sad tale," he said, "a sad, pathetic story about a... I don't know. Monster is too powerful a word. Maybe just a—" Otrera's words slapped him in the face, and his breath caught in his throat with it.
A psychopath, like Perseus.
"Blinding white? Was that the first time you did that... eye glowy thing? Like you do when you get angry now?"
"It... it was."
"It sssounds to me like you awoke to that in a cruel way."
He choked on a chuckle, and forced himself to look her in the eyes. She had a tiny smile again, and she placed both her hands on his knees as she leaned over him.
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ike Perseus. Otrera says you are, but she's wrong!"
She brought herself to standing, as much as a gorgon could stand, and helped bring him up to his feet with her. "I looked into his eyes, Darian. I talked to him. He... he wasn't you. For him, the whole thing is... fun. The violence, the murder... fun. It wasn't just that he was comfortable in it, like Otrera said, but... like an actor delighting in play fighting, like it was a game."
Fun? Game? He frowned and stroked his chin. Otrera was right about him, he was comfortable with violence, at home with it, but fun? Of all the things he'd tasted when killing, when the thrill of battle took him over, he wasn't sure fun was the word he'd use.
The serpent continued. "I can understand why you didn't want to talk about your brother, or any of it! And I... I..." She looked left, looked right, looked over her shoulder, then back at Darian. "You're a scary man, Darian."
The words dragged him down until Medusa was holding him up by his shoulders, lest he fall back down.
"But," she said, "I... I know you're not Perseus. Scary like Perseus, but you're not him. And I don't know why you are the way you are. When Otrera made you angry? It was like you were a different person, consumed by something. You would have ripped her apart with your bare hands. You would have broken her skull down into a bloody mess, like with the soldier when we first met."
He had to look away again, and grit his teeth. Medusa didn't let him pull away though; she shook him until he had to look at her.
"You know you're more than that! With me... and Pegasus... even that man you spared in Tiryns, Patrius. You're not a—" She came to a stop and looked over her shoulder with a loud hiss.
Otrera stepped around the corner of rock, and leaned against a tree, arms across her chest, and face deadpan.
"Haven't you done enough?" Medusa snapped her tail against the grass as she turned to face the Amazon. "You've hurt him in enough ways. Leave him alone or I'll—"
"It's okay Medusa," he said. Valiant, she was. It made him smile. The woman would have thrown herself into any harm's way to protect him. He put a hand on her shoulder, and gave her a quick nod and smile before walking past her.
He leaned his head around to feel the muscles stretch, the joints crack, and his heart start to speed up. Another duel? The queen wasn't smiling or frowning, or anything he could read. She just stood there, arms folded over her chest, waiting.
The split skin of his face was still there, already bruising from fast healing. But Otrera wasn't much better off. He'd done real damage to her, and from how she was holding herself, her forearms were exposed; they were black and blue. And her tilt suggested a cracked rib from when he hit her side.
Always breaking down every encounter into the ways you can use it to defeat someone. Habits die hard.
"You said you were sorry," she said, "back in Tiryns."
"... I did."
"You said you regretted it, back at the giant's cave, too."
"... I did."
"So you did... You know you're not entirely normal, right? I see it in your eyes, like Perseus — no, I'm not saying you're Perseus." Quick with her words, Darian noticed, as he heard Medusa rustling behind, him ready to intervene. "Something about you is... different from normal people."
"I know." The words hurt, and when he looked back over his shoulder at Medusa, she managed a small nod and smile. "But I'm dealing with it."
"... I'm sorry," the queen said. Darian blinked at her, and looked her up and down. She was shaking a little, and her eyes dropped to the grass. "Sorry for bringing up dead shit from your past. Sorry for trying to kill you. Sorry for... Stheneboea and Proetus. If Philonoe is anything like her sister, I don't blame you for abandoning her."
Damn the woman was brutal with her words, even when she was apologizing.
"It's ok," he said. "And killing those two? It... I wasn't going to kill them. I wanted to, gods I wanted to, but I wasn't going to, for her." He motioned Medusa with his hand. "Trying my best to leave it all behind."
The queen chuckled, and stepped forward a little closer.
"I'm sorry about Pegasus too. Andromeda and Perseus haven't abused him, but yeah. He really is a beautiful animal, and multiple times I could see he was... more than an animal."
Relief hit him, and he let out a slow sigh. "Why all the apologies?"
"Because that"—she pointed back to where she came from—"was a mistake. I'm not so juvenile I can't see that. I thought for sure getting a good slice into you, maybe ruin you, would give me... fuck it. Doesn't matter, it didn't work. So, I could brood about it, convince myself of stupid shit, and make everything worse for everyone, or I can swallow my pride and my delusions, and get over it." She too let out a slow sigh of relief, and nodded. "Aethiopia. Andromeda said she got her sacrifices from Aethiopia."
"Aethiopia... thanks, Otrera."
"I'm coming with."
"Excuse me?"
Otrera got closer, reached out with a finger, and jabbed him in the shoulder.
"That woman, that mask, I didn't ask for any of this. She revived me, and... and everything just started moving. I walked into a chamber of bones, skulls, death, and Andromeda stood there. She offered me the power to defeat you, Darian. And I said yes like a blind idiot. Next thing I knew, I had your power, and I was indebted to a mad woman. I never even stopped to ask how the ritual was done! I didn't know it required lives. Just wanted to kill you.
"So I'm coming. Nothing else to do, nothing left of my life. My tribe is gone, and gods help me, the only reason I had to live was killing you and... and I don't want that. I thought I did, fuck me I thought I did. But I don't. What I want is a life worth living. Saving your friend, taking down that witch? Those sound like things worth doing."
Darian had to take a step back. The tiny woman was smiling a little, and standing tall, proud, arms at her side and breath calm. It wasn't hard to imagine her surrounded by fellow Amazons, each a sword and shield, each a weapon and loyal warrior to their queen.
"You su—"
"Yes I'm sure. Don't get in a woman's way once she's made up her mind."
He chuckled. True that.
"Yesss!" Medusa slithered up to them, and wrapped her arms around Otrera.
"Get off me, damn snake!"
"No, this is wonderful!" And of course the serpent picked up the Amazon, and slithered around in a figure eight while hugging her. Otrera squirmed to try and free herself, but a snake's grip was no joke.
Darian laughed. A moment ago he was really trying to kill Otrera. The next, they were allies. Like a ridiculous, grand tale of beautiful circumstance, enemies were becoming friends, united to take down the villain.
Ridiculous, and amazing. He prayed he wouldn't ruin it.
Medusa
"You're giving me your bow?" Medusa said.
"I saw that piddly thing you were using. You're a good shot, and you can't do shit against swords, and—"
"I lasted a hundred years."
"How many of them were close calls? How many of them did you have to transform to kill? How many times did you have to use your stone gaze, when there were no friends around to get hit by it?"
She frowned. Otrera was poking holes in her defense, but it was all very true. And as she looked at the beautiful, massive bow, the frown melted away. It was such a magnificent thing, a white bow that looked like it'd been carved from white crystal rock. The string was gold, shining, and the leather quiver had gold adornments, threads similar to Darian's. The massive arrows within had white tips as well, polished until they shined the same as the string.
A heavy bow, too. When she picked it up, she had to recenter her slithering body to keep it from pulling her forward when she raised it.
"What about you?"
"I'm an Amazon." The tiny warrior picked up her two swords, and demonstrated some casual rotations of them around her body. Like dancing. "I know many weapons. And you should use a bow. I can use yours if it comes to it."
The two humans, the serpent, and the giant stood about in the open grass area Darian and Otrera had been fighting in earlier. They'd amassed their gear in a pile, the armor and weapons and shields, and were examining their options.
"You threw me a surprise when you used two swords," Darian said.
"That was the plan."
"Pretty aggressive fighting style. Never seen that before."
"Not aggressive enough." Otrera shrugged and set them back down. "Against a normal opponent, it'd work; I'd be able to create an opening and take advantage. But against a skilled warrior, the shield is simply the better option."
"I've always used sword and shield. I like the options it creates."
"Definitely."
Medusa tried to hide what must have been an absurd and childish smile on her face, but she couldn't. It was too beautiful! Otrera and Darian, talking about... well, killing, but it was still a lot better than them trying to kill each other.
"These arrows are so beautiful! I'm afraid to shoot them." She lined up a shot on a nearby tree, but didn't fire. The arrow looked like something that belonged in the grip of a statue on display in Athens.
"Magical quiver. That Andromeda witch knows what she's doing." Otrera came over, and motioned for Medusa to give her the quiver. When she did, Otrera removed an arrow and put it in her left hand. She removed another with her right, and put it into her left. And again. And again. And yet, the quiver never emptied, and somehow Otrera only ever acquired three arrows in her left hand.
"Ooh." Medusa slung the quiver back over her shoulder, lined up a shot with a tree, and—
"Deeper."
"What?"
"Deeper," Otrera said. "Draw the arrow as deep as you can, while maintaining control."
Nodding, she re-knocked the arrow and drew it back as far as she could, until her arm was about to start shaking. Before it did, she took a deep breath, aligned her sight, and fired.
The snap of the string made Medusa's human half vibrate, but sure enough, the arrow stuck into the tree. More than stuck, it went in deep, deeper than an arrow should have.
"Wow."
"Yeah. Andromeda has some serious control over that mask and its Fates' magic. She used it to create Perseus's armor and sword — no idea where he got the shield though. His armor's pretty similar to Darian's, right? Fates' shit just shitting shit all over shit everywhere."
Medusa laughed and put the bow and quiver back. "What about Chimera?"
"What about him?" Darian and Otrera said in unison.
"He has nothing! Otrera has her Amazon armor and her swords, and even if she didn't, we could get her something. Darian has his gifts from the Fates', and now I have Otrera's gifts. But Chimera has nothing."
The three of them looked to the giant, only to laugh when he shrugged.
"That reminds me," Otrera said. "You guys found him in a hole in the ground, you said? Dressed in nothing but a loincloth of fur, and a dead cat."
Darian shrugged. "Dressed the same as when I fought him the first time."
"So, the dead cat has horns. There is no cat like that."
Chimera snorted, untied the hands of the lion-like creature from his neck, and tossed it at Otrera. She fell with a very un-queenly squeak, and disappeared underneath the layers of fur.
"This is heavy!"
"Before humans were building cities," Chimera said as he walked toward them, "and your kind were just learning to build tents from wood and animal skins, there were greater creatures than there are now. Beasts that hunted more than men, but giants too, and when the gods had the courage to walk Gaia's skin, even they were the beasts' prey. This is but one of those creatures. The only one of his kind."
Otrera wriggled herself free of the giant dead cat covering her, and held its massive, jawless head by the horns. "Only one of his kind? How's that work?"
"A child of Echidna, mother of monsters. This one prowled the plains for centuries before my family brought it down."
Family. Medusa tilted her head, and watched the giant closely. His head and eyes fell for only a split moment before he raised them, and replaced them with a smile.
"You are very old," Otrera said. "Ancient. Old man."
She said it with an air of insult, but Medusa saw the smile change on Chimera's face. She knew that smile, that was a playful smile!
Medusa reached down to take the cat pelt from Otrera, and giggled when she wrapped it around herself the way Chimera would. Her snake hair did what they could to make the skull of the cat fit her, but it was just too big. Its fangs dwarfed her face, and its length reached well past her hips. So big. The paws were bigger than her head.
"How is this thing still so soft? Soft and sturdy. It's thousands of years old!"
"The great beasts of that time were all immortal," he said, and he shrugged again as he sat down beside Otrera. "There are few of us left. The old beasts."
Old beasts. Something she would probably qualify as now; she didn't seem to age anymore, and as far as Chimera was concerned, she was a beast too. The thought should have made her upset, but the warmth and softness of the pelt washed away her anger. Maybe she'd get a pet cat once this was all over with, like an Egyptian.
Otrera looked at Chimera, head to toe. The giant was naked after all except for his loincloth, and the man was over ten feet tall of muscle, scars, and enough masculinity for a whole city. Medusa didn't care much for the gruff look of his body, the extreme ruggedness, the huge muscles, but Otrera did, that much was obvious. What Medusa hadn't expected was the looks the two shared, the subtle smirks, the occasional meeting of the eyes. Lustful eyes!
The past few days, she'd thought maybe something had been going on. Everyone had become so much more happy since finding the wine, since long past drinking it. And Otrera and Chimera had gone off on walks more than once, when the queen still had her hands bound.
Medusa giggled and rubbed her face on the fur. What sort of things were those two doing?
Everyone was fucking like rabbits!
She didn't know if it was because of that day with the wine, or perhaps because they knew that soon, they'd be off again to try and save Pegasus and stop Andromeda, or leaving for new land. It could have been all those things. But once Darian and Otrera resolved their issues, and there was no more animosity to be had between anyone in their lovable little group, everyone let loose.
They had two weeks until Gallea would be well enough to start moving on his own power, according to Chimera. Two weeks felt like a deadline before the 'change' would happen, whatever that would be. They all had a lot of anxiety waiting for it, and no where to go while Gallea healed. Apparently, that lead to a lot of sex.
It also lead to no one caring if they were caught. At first she tried to always take Darian far away for their love making, but then, when they came back to camp, Gallea and Pinna would be behind a tree not twenty feet away. Medusa discovered Pinna really had a thing for sitting on Gallea, on his face, on his hips, on him anywhere for their sex. And more than once, Medusa took more than a peek. And every time she did, the next time she made love with Darian, she didn't try as hard to hide.
One night, she didn't try to hide at all. They had one week left, and Medusa and Darian had just finished bathing in the sea. The sun was setting, the day was warm, and the wind had calmed.
"I'm going to take a nap," he said. He lay down on the grass, with his old cocky smile on, and hands hooked underneath his head.
Warm fuzzies drifted through her core, and she copied his smile as she hugged herself. She needed to talk to someone! Talk about love, romance, and all those things she and Darian were doing but were both new to. Pinna wasn't new to it, she was a happily married woman.
So she slithered back to the camp, and looked for her friend. She didn't have to look far.
At first she thought Pinna had decided to sit upon Gallea's lap. He was able to sit up now, and was sitting against a tree in their little canyon hideaway. Pinna was sitting on his lap with her legs wrapped around his hips and back, and she was resting her chin on the satyr's shoulder. It was absolutely adorable.
But it became slightly less adorable, and far more erotic when she noticed how Gallea had his hands on the small of Pinna's back, and she had her hands on his. They were naked, Medusa only just realized, and pressed chest to chest. Their furry deer legs looked so cute, with hers wrapped around him, and the sway of their hips was hypnotic.
It was the most darling sex she'd ever imagined. The way they were holding each other, hugging each other, while Pinna shifted her hips back and forth on his lap, made her whole body warm. She'd have to go back to Darian, and start doing things to him, immediately.
Pinna turned to put her head on Gallea's other shoulder, and she let out a slow moan as she opened her eyes and looked Medusa's way.
Eye contact. Medusa froze, knuckle on her lip, half her body hidden behind tree and rock. Blushing heat almost had her eyes watering, and she managed a small bow and mouthed 'sorry' before she started to slither away.
But Pinna stopped her. The handsome little woman smiled back at her, rested her cheek on Gallea's shoulder, and mouthed 'stay, watch.'
Stay. She wanted her to stay, and watch. Watch! Medusa froze, eyes drifting up and down the two hugging, naked lovers. Pinna looked so relaxed, so comfortable, like she was cozy with a warm blanket. Her eyes drifted closed, her breath steady, her noises a gentle song of soft moans. Every so often, Pinna opened her eyes again, looked at Medusa, and grinned.
The wife slid her hands up and down Gallea's back, up his shoulder blades, down his spine beneath where it rested against the tree, and down to his fur. She was careful of the bandage that still circled his waist, and instead let her hands drift lower to stroke and tease the small, fluffy tail of her husband.
Medusa couldn't see Gallea's face with Pinna's in the way, but her husband did much of the same for his wife. His hands roamed her back, teased fingers along her naked spine, and as he hugged her, his fingers slid up into her hair to comb the long waves of blond. Hair in fingers! Medusa melted at the sight, and the finger on her lip raised to massage one of her snakes instead.
They started moving faster. Or at least Pinna did. Gallea was undoubtedly forced to hold still at his wife's orders; Chimera's medicine was miraculous and strong, but Pinna was no fool. Horny, but no fool. She set the pace, controlled the flow, and danced on her husband's cock with the slow gyrating of her hips back and forth in a lover's rhythm.
"Going to cum soon?" she said.
"Got a few more minutes in me."
"Good." With another loving sigh, Pinna nuzzled her head into Gallea's neck, her smaller horns grazing against his hair.
"You're very wet."
"Am I?"
"Mmhmm."
"Must be... because... I'm close."
Medusa had to bite her tongue to keep from squealing. She thought she was blushing before, but she was sure her entire body went red as Pinna smiled at her, and started to push her hips a little faster. Her bright voice started to whimper, and her smile only grew as she looked at Medusa. The handsome little woman shivered and squirmed, and mewled a few times too as she increased her pace for few moments, before at last growing still.
Pinna winked at Medusa, and with the most satisfied expression on her face, started to dance upon her husband's lap once again, without once breaking their hug.
Medusa, sure she was about to burst into flame, gave Pinna a tiny wave of her fingers, and slithered away.
"Oh my oh my oh my." She hugged herself and swayed left and right as she slithered. Would that be her and Darian in the future? The stories of couples were always that the flame died once married, but Gallea and Pinna were... oh, it was so beautiful. The tenderness, the gentle embrace, the perfect rhythm of familiarity. Perfect.
Darian loved her. Loved her and not that whore Philonoe. She didn't know if she was a whore, or slut, or evil bitch, or vile horrible ugly disgusting thing of a woman. But she must have been. Just because.
Sometimes she wondered if she should be upset. It felt like the thing to do, get upset about the secrets, make drama. But Darian had more than proved he loved her and only her on so many occasions already, she couldn't hold it against him, not when his past was such a mess.
Moans pulled her attention. It wasn't Pinna and Gallea, they were behind her, and these were more in front of her, around a hill crest with some trees between. Chimera and Otrera? Medusa knew the two had been enjoying each other's touch, but she hadn't really considered how that'd work. They were both hard, scarred, muscles and... hard. It must have worked, right? But now that she thought about it, the size difference was ridiculous.
She grinned, got down onto her hands, and started hunting. The grass was tall, the small hills dotted with large boulders and bushes, perfect for snake sneaking. And she was just the snake to do such a thing. Closer and closer to the sound, her snake hair pressed down flat to keep hidden, and Medusa hovered her torso an inch above the dirt like a prowling lion. Keeping from giggling was the hardest part.
Sure enough, she found them. Chimera was completely naked — gods he was so much muscle, twice as tall as a man, twice as wide, twice as thick! And he was kneeling forward, one hand on the grass, one hand holding Otrera underneath him.
Medusa's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. It wasn't Otrera's nudity that shocked her; the dark-skinned Amazon queen was as lean and fit as Darian, with a great ass! Her breasts were small but perky, and her nipples were standing hard. A warrior woman in the throes of sex. What made Medusa jaw-drop was how they were having sex.
Chimera held Otrera in his hand. Her. All of her. The giant was holding her waist and hips in his hand and lifting her body, and pulling her onto his cock as if she were a toy. Otrera's legs were dangling, her toes dragging along the grass underneath them. So. Damn. Huge. He eased Otrera away from his body with his hand, before pulling her back into his pelvis. Otrera herself held onto his fingers, and let out a deep, guttural groan as the beast sank himself balls deep inside her.
So. Damn. Huge! He eased her off his length again, and Medusa had to bite down on her finger to keep quiet. How was she fitting that brute inside her? And he was being... so gentle with her. Gentle, and slow, and tender. It was just like watching Pinna and Gallea — except that the giant was sinking an enormous cock into the tiny Amazon liable to split her open! No wonder he was being so gentle.
And close as she was, hidden in the grass and the shadows of the setting sun, Medusa could see the dripping fluids from the giant's testicles. She could even see a small belly bulge on Otrera when the beast sank her balls deep. Slow, deep motions, each pulling the tiny, wriggling, moaning Amazon out until the colossal phallus inside her must have only had its tip remaining, before Chimera pulled her back into him. And Otrera took it all, until again the beast had her ass pressed to his body, and the Amazon's legs started shaking.
"Fucking... gods...," the queen said.
Chimera stood up, though still on his knees. With his other hand free, he took Otrera by the throat, and pinned her head to his chest; she was so short compared to him, her head only reached his sternum, between his huge pectorals. For a moment, Medusa thought she'd have to intervene as Chimera kept his grip around her throat, but Otrera didn't fight him. Each of her hands held onto a the index finger of each of his hands, and she broke out into mewls when the giant started to fuck her again. Her legs dangled, her voice reduced to nothing but pants, and her eyes closed.
Cum started to pour down her thighs. Thick, white cum, mixed with the fluids of Otrera herself. The mess of liquids and bliss dripped down her thighs until it was on her ankles and toes, now grazing the grass from dangling legs. So much! Every few seconds, Chimera rumbled, a deep sound that shook the earth like a gentle earthquake, as if the Earth herself was groaning. And when he did, he pushed Otrera down on him a little harder, earned a squeak from her, and another thick flow of white poured out of where the two were connected.
Medusa hadn't expected Otrera to be so messy during sex either! The woman was groaning and grunting as Chimera kept her balls deep on his ridiculous length, and grinded her ass a couple inches up and down against him. Her own cum was dripping into the grass, and every so often, the woman groaned loudly, and squirted. Medusa managed to sneak close enough to see the mess of cum she was making over Chimera's testicles, her thighs, everywhere.
It wasn't just the sex though, it was Otrera's face, her movements, how the queen seemed so docile. So... submissive. Darian did the same thing, the first few times he and Medusa had sex, so submissive to her, so giving and compliant. Otrera was more like Darian than Medusa thought! And probably more than Otrera thought too.
Darian. Medusa slithered away, body boiling, aching, and now wet. Darian Darian. Her love. Love! He loved her, she loved him. She wanted to hold him and kiss him and squeeze him and give him pet names. And right now, she wanted to fuck him.
The poor man was still lying in the grass, one leg folded over the other, hands netted under his head. Her Darian. A dangerous man! One minute, he'd be fun loving and a bit cocky, with a great smile. The next, he was ready to strangle someone to death with his bare hands. Or worse.
But not in a million years would he ever even look at her with hard eyes. No, he was hers, all hers. And the playful, loving, tender Darian was her secret.
She raised herself high like a readying snake, and struck.
He never stood a chance. They made love, out in the open, where she knew the others would find her. She didn't mind.
"You sure?" Pinna said.
"Yeah. Seems okay. Nothing's falling out of me, and I'm only tender."
The six of them stood on the beach, Gallea included, though he was leaning on Pinna's shoulder. Still, standing was good, standing and walking under his own power.
The two satyrs walked closer to the water, and Gallea began to play his tune once more. It would be a little before the ship arrived, so the six of them would wait in the cooling breeze of the setting sun. Night was upon them, the moon was high, and the future was exciting.
Maybe exciting wasn't the right word for it, Medusa thought, but she couldn't help herself. Friends! She'd made friends, found love, and was on an epic quest. The little girl inside her had taken over, and rendered her a giggling fool. How long she'd buried that girl, only for all the mayhem she was going through to unearth her.
She was holding Darian from behind. Or rather, she was leaning on him, arms draped over his chest, her head against his shoulder and neck. It was a lot of weight, but he managed. Barely.
"You sure you want to come with us?" Darian said between pants of trying to keep Medusa's weight from collapsing him.
"What else could I do?" Otrera shrugged and squatted down to sift some sand through her fingers. "And... yeah, I do want to come. Fuck me, three weeks of you guys and I think I'm starting to like you." She smirked at Chimera, who gave her a grin in return.
"Even me?" Darian said.
Otrera's smirk vanished and a frown replaced it. "Don't push your luck. I'm not going to try and kill you, but that doesn't mean I can just forget all the shit."
Well, at least things were mostly good. Medusa let go of Darian, slithered over to Otrera, and offered the tiny woman one of her hands.
"Thank you Otrera, really. For the bow, but mostly because... I mean... if you can..." Screw it. She reached down, and wrapped her arms around the little warrior.
"You are... way too... hugging!" The Amazon squirmed and wriggled until Medusa was forced to put her down.
Aethiopia. A long sail to the South, near Egypt. Andromeda's arm was long indeed, to be able to hunt Darian down on the seas of Greece from Aethiopia.
"Anyone know anything about this place?" Darian asked.
Medusa shrugged. Otrera shrugged. Even Chimera said nothing, content to stare out at the fog at the nose of the ship.
"... really? No one? I should have asked earlier, I'd just assumed... someone knew something."
"I know a little," Gallea said. "Or at least I did. A few years ago, it grew very quiet. No real contact beyond some trade at the docks, I understand. King Cepheus and wife Cassiopeia rule here. No children. And... nothing, really. Good trade, exotic animals, but nothing worth mentioning."
They all looked at each other, a brow quirked, and shrugged. Unknown territory, or simply boring?
Medusa held her breath, but when the fog of their ghost ship came down, the night held no surprise.
The cloudless sky was bright with stars and the full moon. The distant shore opened up into a deep bay, with arms of rock that held tall docks. To the East and West was land, small mountains and cliffs, dotted with trees. A tall cliff rose from the center of the bay though, and upon it were dots of fires that lead up its side in a winding pathway. Atop the cliff of hard rock was an acropolis, similar to Tiryns.
All in all, it seemed like a perfectly normal city near the sea.
"... something has been done to the city," Chimera said.
"Looks like any other city to me." Darian jumped up onto the railing, and peered into the night. Medusa joined him, and indeed, found nothing but what a city at night would look like. All the ships were harbored, there were dots of fires along the distant docks, and the chirp of birds could be heard from many directions.
Chimera shook his head, and rumbled quietly in his chest as he looked to the city.
"No. Something has been done. Something... but I do not know what."
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*You Won't Fall, I Promise By:* Kiyo - 20 March 2006
Flamedramon x Exveemon
*Notes:* *AU; Title came from lyrics in the song I was listening to earlier today. Lyrics are at the bottom of the page. I thought of this while I was sitting in the GHSGT's today. Fun stuff.*
*Disclaimer:* *I don't own Digimon.*
The wind blew softly around the area. It was mid-spring, the weather was clear and warm. The grass moved in wavelike formations as the wind moved along the fields. Birds flew in migratory patterns and figures as they returned to their seasonal homes.
Flamedramon sighed softly, very relaxed, contemplating all of the above. Exveemon was laying beside him, his arms behind his head and his eyes closed, dozing silently in the shade with him. Flamedramon couldn't ask for more; it was incredibly peaceful today, and he was with his lover.
They were laying against a tree in the field, one of the only ones around. There were some wild digimon roaming around, but none of them were attacking eachother as would normally be expected. Spring was a great time in the Digital World. Violence was seemingly obliterated in these few months.
Exveemon stretched as he started to wake up. Flamedramon smiled as he looked over to him and ran a paw along his arm.
"Hey there.." Exveemon yawned as he hugged into the other digimon. Flamedramon reached his arms around the larger digimon and hugged into him tightly. They laid there for a while, just cuddling while the wind blew warm air around them.
"I've been thinking about a lot of things lately..." Flamedramon said after a while into Exveemon's neck. Exveemon moved off to the side a little, laying on his side, resting his head on his arm with the other arm on Flamedramon's belly. "It's just... I know that we're just 'files' in this place... We're all temporary if you think about it..." Exveemon nodded slowly, while trailing a clawtip lightly along Flamedramon's belly.
"I'm just worried... what if one day, something happens and I never see you again. Like a random defragment or deletion spree.." Exveemon leaned up, then gently kissed him on his muzzle, hugging him tightly.
"I love you... more than you could ever imagine... and if anything like that were to ever happen, nothing could take me away from you. Nothing. I promise." Flamedramon held into him a little tighter. Exveemon slowly draped his wings around them both, wishing he could show his affection for what it was, but there really was no way to express it.
Flamedramon lightly drug his tail along Exveemon's, slowly wrapping his around his, brushing his muzzle along his neck.
"Thank you so much..." Flamedramon whispered as he gently kissed Exveemon's neck.
*Ending Notes:* *Wow this meant to be a drabble but almost came out to be a lot more than that. ; I was listening to this song as I was walking home today, and I really think it kind of fits this. Kind of. ; Hope you enjoyed it.*
*The Dream Club Murders* Dead Poetic
So after all, you needed more than a death-threat fall. You needed more, and I let you fall. Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw. And I remember you aspiration, your dream to fit in. But it's gone, and they're here. So let's kill these felons now.
But I remember you, you'll go, you'll find a way back home. But I remember you, when you stand there, You stand with your eyes closed. And I feel, tonight, that I let you die. But you could have lived forever, it took smiles to keep you alive. But heroes die, and so did mine. But you go, and I stay, will it keep you at peace now.
But I remember you, you'll go, you'll find a way back home. But I remember you, when you stand there, You stand with your eyes closed. And I'll dig you out, and I'll sit you up. For the fools to find you, the fools breathe into you.
So sleep child no one can touch you now. No one can hurt you now. Not here. Anymore. | You Won't Fall, I Promise by Kiyoshi | [
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*They had been waiting for just this kind of opportunity. Terri and Jason had met each other just a few months before, thanks to a personal ad site on the Web. Unfortunately, both were married—and not to each other. So far, their only encounters had consisted of discreet, stolen moments in secluded restaurant booths and other public places.
But this weekend, Terri's husband was joining one of his old high school friends for a camping trip. And, as luck would have it, Jason’s wife was going to be busy for the weekend with a major project for a client…and her parents had volunteered to watch their kids for a day. Which meant that for a few hours, the two could finally meet in complete privacy at Terri’s home. She called Jason, and asked him to come over for coffee on Saturday. It would just be for coffee, of course…*
*Terri’s story*
My husband had been up and out the door early for the drive to the mountains. I've had some time to relax this morning, and now the house is pleasantly humming with Dinah Washington on the stereo. I’m a bit nervous with anticipation, yes. I've made myself a cup of tea while I'm still in my nightgown. My husband has chided me about walking around naked in our new house, and I laugh about it, again with some anticipation. I've decided that a nice long shower might be a good idea, so I pad back upstairs to undress. I slip the nightgown over my head, flush a little as the fabric coarsely brushes my nipple...
I don't resist the thought, let myself linger there instead. I'm already aroused and I haven't even showered. I wonder what Jason is doing right now... What if he’s already eager? What if he’s buttoning his slacks and letting his hands splay against his crotch? What if he’s decided to lay back for a minute, fantasize about the two of us together, and slowly stroke off...I giggle about it. What about me? Maybe I should relieve a little pressure myself before he gets here? I lay back against the sheets, raise my arms above my head and pull into a stretch. I marvel for a moment at my breasts, reach back down to pinch my right nipple, then my left. I'm wet, and I giggle at the pleasure of it again! I slide my right hand down across my belly, circle my navel and continue down to lightly pull on my pubic hair.
Another giggle-- how maddening to be so aroused! I take my index finger and reach deeply into my pussy. I'm aching with wet. My clit is throbbing and I run my finger against it, flatten out my hand. I bring up my knees and imagine his leg separating my own...The thought of him on me, oh god, arches my back. I stop for a moment and run a wet finger across my lips. He’s kissing me deeply and my fingers are back to circling my clit, dipping, stroking up and down as the fantasy deepens. He’s eager to enter. Maybe I should roll over, let him enter me from behind... The throbbing of my clit is obscene, and my mind is breaking into its fragments of thought as the orgasm laps at the corners. I slow down to long strokes and the orgasm rolls over me in successive waves. The groan rushes from my lips and the shivering, goodness, oh, oh...
I realize that I've been clenching my left fist, and have balled the sheets tightly. I laugh aloud! Shouldn't I shower now?
I move to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror. I turn right, then left. I wonder what he will like about my body? A soft smile touches my lips-- I wonder what he’s like naked? I lied and said "just coffee" but I know that he knows I didn't invite him over for a latte. I giggle again, and then giggle at my own laughter. Grow up, you're not in high school!
The shower provides little relief, and my mind is whirling just the same after I've toweled off. I've thought ahead to what I want to wear, black from head to toe. The black panties look great against my skin, and there's a favorite black bra that makes me want to ravish myself! The black dress is obviously inappropriate to the cold air outside, but it's low-cut enough that it will draw his first glance.
I slip into them and slip into my black flats. I move to tidy up the bed and then pause. Maybe we'll start in the kitchen...
*Jason’s story*
Saturday morning, I get up early as usual, on the pretense that I'm getting some work done before anyone else is up. I head downstairs in my sweats and t-shirt to check my e-mail. But my mind is filled with thoughts about what it would be like to have a few hours of uninterrupted, private time with her. I wonder if I could use this opportunity to see if she really wants to follow through on those fantasies we've been talking about. By the time I sit down, my cock is already hard inside my pants. I lean back in the chair, slip the waistband of my sweats down, and start to stroke its length as I visualize seeing her again.
I lazily let one finger circle the head of my cock...imagining her in front of me. Smiling as in my mind she kneels in front of the chair, naked (I wonder how she looks naked?), and brings her face down to my crotch. I feel her breath on me, causing my penis to grow painfully hard. Feeling it's her mouth, not my hand, that slowly grips my cock, sliding up and down slowly and teasingly. The pre-cum is already leaking onto my palm, and I spread it down so that my shaft glistens slightly with the moisture. I could come anytime now, I'm so aroused...but I smile and decide that maybe I should wait, just in case. I hear stirring upstairs, so I tuck my dick back into my pants (with some difficulty!) and head up the stairs to make some breakfast...and to wait for this afternoon to arrive.
As 1:30 approaches, I'm absent-mindedly packing to go and thinking about our meeting. My wife drops me at the subway, and I wave to her and the kids as they drive away. I ride the train, hoping that no one can see how stiff my erection is under my slacks. I'm still thinking of her, and what we will do in that time...about taking her from behind in her own kitchen as she’s braced against the counter. Or perhaps she would be lying on a couch, legs apart, as my tongue roughly laps her pussy...Christ, I'm starting to show a wet spot on my pants!
I straighten up, and step out of the train at the stop she indicated. Following the directions to her house is fairly straightforward, and I soon find myself standing at the door…Even though we've had such a comfortable rapport, I realize that I'm a bit nervous as I ring the doorbell. I look down at myself, dressed pretty casually in my usual khaki slacks and button-down shirt. Presentable enough, I figured. I take a deep breath, relax, and put on my best smile as the door opens…
*Terri*
I hear his footsteps on the porch before he touches the door. A spike of anxiety stabs down my back. Goodness, are my palms wet? The door is unlocked, but he’s waiting for me to open it. I decide to start with a bold move, so I swing open the door. Before he has a chance to smile hello, my lips are on him. He’s startled (and I have a moment of fear that maybe he would prefer a more demure start). But then his hands are on my waist and he’s pushing me back into the foyer…
*Jason*
Holy...! I get over my initial shock...guess that coffee can wait! My cock is hard instantly, pressing up against her thigh as I crush her against my body. My hands instinctively slide across her back, cupping her buttocks. Her breasts press harder against my chest. I take advantage and immediately hike up her dress so that I can feel the shape of her ass with my bare hands. My crotch grinds against hers, my hips thrusting deliberately so that she has no doubt about what I want next. I continue backing her up through the door into the next room.
*Terri*
Oh, thank god. He’s backed me into the foyer. His lips are still on mine, teasing with his tongue. But the rest of him, oh goodness, is very insistent. His chest against my breasts is making me breathless with anticipation, but when his hands are on my ass...I practically melt to my knees immediately. Still, the neighbors! I push him away and slam the door. Okay, aggressive worked, so I simply say, “Jason—unbuckle your pants!” He’s already breathing heavily, and so am I. But he pauses for a laugh. “What about that coffee?" I raise an eyebrow and unbutton the top of my dress...
*Jason*
As soon as I see the curve of her breast exposed, I practically tear open my belt buckle, and step out of my pants and up to her body. My lips run down the curve of her neck and I lift her left breast out from under her bra. My tongue reaches out to tease a nipple...I love how it's instantly erect. She gasps softly as my teeth lightly clamp down, and scrape across that nipple.
I straighten up and smile straight at her...I recognize that wild look of passion in her eyes. It reflects exactly how I feel. I reach around and grab her hair, and press her lips against mine again. My tongue dances with hers, and my hand continues teasing her breast, pinching her nipple, getting her even hotter...
*Terri*
I am just as startled by my own aggressiveness as I am by his response. His pants are off and his hands are on me before I can catch my breath. His hand slips into my bra and I gasp. A shudder follows down my back. He dips his head to my nipple and I gasp again. I'm reaching to hold him there when he straightens up. What a beautiful smile, and then he’s kissing me again. One hand is in my hair and the other is teasing my nipple. How is his shirt still on? I pull from his kiss, smile and reach for the buttons. His fingers are tugging at my nipple and I gasp again.
I don't pull the shirt off altogether, but lean in to draw my tongue against his nipple, left then right. I look up to catch his eye just as I cup his cock through his boxers. Ooh, nice feel. I press closer and take his lower lip in my teeth. I keep my hands on his cock and run my tongue down his neck. I want him on the floor, on the couch, oh, fuck it, now!
*Jason*
God, the feeling of her licking my nipple makes me wild! And her hand on my cock...it's almost unbearable. I push her away and take my boxers down. Then, I grab her again and slip the dress off her shoulders, down over her hips, to the floor. I have to take a step back and just revel in the sight of her. What I want is to feel her breasts, their fullness, the hard nipples against my palms. I unclasp her bra, leaving her wearing just her sexy black panties...I finish undressing. Then, I grab her shoulders and pull her to the floor, one hand under her while the other caresses her body and moves between her thighs. I can't believe how wet her pussy is...I easily slip two fingers inside her, finding how ready she is. I spread her juices across her crotch, running my fingertip between her buttocks and over her anus, feeling her shiver as I do so. My bare skin is pressed up against her, and I lower my head again to take her other nipple into my mouth. I suck deeply...
*Terri*
The shudder that ripples through his body makes me wet. I'm excited by him, and he knows it. I shiver as he undresses me, the dress falling to the floor and I feel like every nerve cell is charged. Now he is undressing, and another shiver makes me weak at the knees. I want to take all of him in my mouth—his lips, his nipples, his cock. He realizes what I crave, and draws me to the floor. When he slips his fingers inside of me, there is a heat in the very core of me that spikes beyond my recognition. I'm afire and yet shaking like it's deep cold.
His lips are on my nipple and I raise my hips to his fingers. My hands are in his hair and playing down his bare back. He pulls back to look back at me. I want to scream for him to lay against me again. But I hold his gaze for a moment...before I push him onto his back to straddle his hips.
He reaches for my nipple and I lean down for a deep kiss. I'm grinding my wet pussy across his dick and he loves it. I draw my tongue down across his chest, dance lightly across his nipple, lower myself down his belly and lick his cock clean of my own juices.
*Jason*
The look of her on top of me, pressing against me with wild abandonment, has to be the most erotic thing that I've ever seen. My hips push up, seeking to penetrate her. My hands are still cupping her breasts, tweaking them between my fingers, pulling on them to see how much pain she'll accept.
Then, as she glides down my body, I arch up so I can get a better view as her head lowers to my cock. The feeling is just as I imagined it, no, better! I can barely stand it as her tongue bathes my erection. I'm so ready to come, I want to just grab her head and fuck her soft, wet mouth! But instead, I intend to realize a fantasy we had discussed earlier. I push her off me. She starts to protest until she realizes that I'm turning her around and pushing her back so that she is on her hands and knees...
She’s so wet, I don't need any lubrication as I take my fingers from her cunt and press them into her ass. The first slips in easily, so I take a chance and push another inside her. I encounter some resistance as her muscles try to push me out, but I drive my hand forward. Hearing her cry out only makes me more determined.
As I feel her anal muscles relax, I pull out my fingers and spread her legs with my knees. I first plunge my cock into her pussy, thrusting hard so that it's coated with her juices. She presses her forehead to the floor with a low moan. After just a few seconds of moving my hips, working my cock deeper into her, I know that my orgasm is already building. I quickly withdraw...she pushes her ass back, as if she doesn't want me to go. But I know what we really want.
I work my middle finger back into her ass, moving it around so that she can feel it. Then, with my finger still in her, I push my cock along my finger and into her. She moves her hips involuntarily, tortured by the feeling of being violated this way. I pull out my finger and start to thrust faster and faster...
*Terri*
He pushes me off and the protest is on my lips. And then he’s turning me around... My pussy floods wet. His finger is in my ass first. We're both breathing deeply, but the moan I release startles us both. I can't see his face, but I hear his low chuckle before his lips are on my back. Holy mother, I don't even have time to beg for some release, before he’s inserted a second finger. Then he’s gone.
Not a moment to wonder because then he’s grinding up against me...He is trying to be gentle when he moves in with his cock, but he’s too eager...When he sinks into my pussy, every muscle tenses. I can barely think when he pulls out and fingers my ass. And then he’s inside me. It's tight...he’s insistent...I move my hips away...he presses deeper...his hands are on my hips, holding me...the pressure is enormous and he’s too excited to stop...I want him to stop or slow down, but I'm also excited by his aggressiveness. He is lost in me and my back arches. Something about the arch of my back excites him further and he clenches my hips tighter…
When his orgasm hits, my pussy convulses with jealousy, eagerness, anger and wild happiness. It's the shudder that ripples through him that just floors me. It's our sweat. His fingers digging into my waist. I want his lips on my clit, his fingers. Me, please me.
*Jason*
I'm too far gone to stop, can't even control my hips as they continue to drive my cock back into her ass...with a final grunt I unload my cum inside her...shit, I've never felt like I've cum so much, it just keeps going and going...I collapse over her back, feeling the sweat from my chest drip off and onto her. I feel like a wild animal...as she is shuddering, on her knees and elbows, I reach around once again to twist one of her nipples mercilessly, and I bite down softly on her shoulder...
But I know that she deserve her own pleasure. My cock slips easily from her ass, a little of my cum spilling out of her as it does so. I turn her onto her back. She makes another soft cry as her buttocks flex underneath her...feeling so empty so suddenly. But then my hands are under her ass, lifting her hips so that my mouth can close over her pussy...
I thrust my tongue inside of her. I move my head from side to side, coating my mouth and chin with her lather. Then, with a strong, slow lapping motion, I start licking at her clit...
*Terri*
He’s turned me over. I quiver in intense anticipation. The look on his face is unbelievable. I want to kiss him...I let out a long, low moan when his tongue dips inside my pussy. He's relishing me, rubbing his face across my lips and soaking in my juices. The pleasure is practically unbearable. My clit is so swollen that when his tongue hits, my head goes back and I'm choking for air. He raises my hips to him and I grind against his mouth. It's moments before the first orgasm hits. Not a moment for embarrassment—to cum so quickly, the cry that escapes my lips. My pussy tightens, relaxes, tightens and relaxes. He hasn't stopped and it’s torturous. The second orgasm follows like a hammer. I'm too lightheaded, can't catch my breath.
We're both breathing deeply. He’s sitting back on his knees and rubbing his shoulder. Belatedly, I realize that I'd dug in my nails. I smile a shy apology...
*Jason leans over, his breathing slowing gradually, and again kisses Terri deeply. Their juices mix on their lips, and they relax together on the bare floor. As they separate a bit, Terri raises her eyebrow again with that mischievous look—“*Now *do you feel like having some coffee?” Jason laughs softly. “I think you realize that I’ll take whatever you want to offer to me.” He looks at his watch. “We have time for coffee and a bit more, before I have to go.” Terri smiles broadly and replies, “Oh, you can be sure that we’ll be having more than just a bit more of THAT…”* | Meeting for a Coffee | [
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The 3 were sitting at the couch in Rex's apartment watching the super bowl. The T.V. was blaring and the room was full of life. The small room with the small TV being the only light wasn't the fanciest environment but, everyone seemed to be having fun. "And Johnson starts running in for the touchdown and he is at the 50 yard mark he is going, going gone. Can you believe that the colts have done it again." said the announcer. "Hey, he looks kind of sick man, see look at him he looks green." Rex said concerned. "Yeah he does" Feedback said. "No seriously he's all hunched over and he really looks like he's hurting." Rex replied. "Oh yeah, damn he does." Feedback agreed. "Will he be all right" Foxtrott said concerned. "I'm Shure he'll be all right oh and I think the pizza's here." Rex said hearing a car door shut. "Just as I get comfortable." Feedback said. The door opened and it was a lizard dressed in red cargo shorts a red baseball cap and a red tee-shirt. "Hey Foxtrott you have the tip?" Feedback asked. "Uh yeah, I think, hold on and, got it." Foxtrott said pulling out his wallet handing the lizard a five dollar bill. The lizard smiled a toothy grin and thanked them walking away leaving the pizzas on the table. "Now it's a party" Foxtrott said staring at the pizza. "Hell yeah it is." Rex said opening the box. "Cheers to another year together as friends and uh you guys more than friends" Feedback said putting his slice of pizza out joining the others touching the 3 slices together.
"Hey look at the announcer he's starting to really look bad." Feedback said. "Oh dude the people in the background are starting to throw up." Rex said. The three were now sitting in shock watching the people bleeding and throwing up dyeing in the seats having. "Oh my god people are dying" said Foxtrott. "Holy shit they're starting to get up their alive but their dead what the hell."
Feedback said. All of the sudden they heard a loud band and felt a shockwave blow out the windows turning the power out. "Holy shit check this out." Rex yelled. "Their sending planes into the mix and bombing people fuck!" Rex yelled. "How far is the stadium from here?" Rex said. "Uh it's not that far from here maybe 10 miles." Feedback said. Another explosion rattled the house making the ground shake. "That was closer than ten miles man" Foxtrott said concerned. Yet another explosion destroyed a house nearby making the house rock harder than before. "Fuck we've gotta get out of here." Rex yelled. "Ok I've got some gas masks thank god my dad's a painter" Rex said handing everyone a mask. "Thanks man you saved my ass" Feedback said taking it gratefully. "Hey man thanks you're a life saver". Foxtrott also said "Everyone c'mon guys grab everything you can." Rex yelled throwing a backpack at the others.
Foxtrott ran up to his house grabbing some stuff and his favorite clothes in the bag and grabbed his dad's machete from the shed. Rex ran to his room and took a few weapons from the room, a wooden bat and a machete and ran down to the stairs waiting for Feedback. Feedback ran to his home grabbing his katana sword. Everyone regrouped back at Foxtrott's house. "Everyone, hold on wait for my parents" Foxtrott said. "Mom, dad get outta there we've gotta go get outta the house" Foxtrott said looking at them. "Foxtrott get in here the T.V. said to stay in the basement." Foxtrott's dad said motioning him to follow. "No don't listen to them their bombing people you've gotta get the hell outta here they tell you to hide in the basement cause they're bombing us" Foxtrott yelled. "Foxtrott we've gotta get outta here c'mon" Rex yelled grabbing him by the shirt. "No not without my family." He yelled back yanking away. "Foxtrott please just come in the house with us." His mother said sincerely. "NO come with me right the hell now." Foxtrott yelled staring at them hearing the sound of jets coming closer. Rex grabbed him picking him up dragging him away. "No, not without my family." Foxtrott said staring at the house. "It's over man it's too late" Rex said his ears dropping. Foxtrott screamed out "No!" Watching the planes bomb the house turning it to a pile of rubble. "FUCK!" Foxtrott yelled crying on Rex's shoulder. " I'm so sorry" Foxtrott said softly to himself. "Let's get revenge on the fuckers that did this" Rex said strongly. Foxtrott nodded to him determined to get revenge.
"Where do we go now?" Feedback said. "I know a place." Rex said. "Whoa look at this everything looks like left for dead" Foxtrott said with tears in his eyes. "shit they have called in soldiers" Rex said punching one of them in the head then snapping his neck taking his gun. "Shit let's move." Rex yelled running as he looked down the scope shooting the soldiers killing 7 putting another clip in making the red mist. "Shit I've been hit." Foxtrott yelled grabbing his arm clenching it in pain. "Ahh die assholes." Rex yelled he crouched up behind a wall with his gun drawn and the others being him then, without and warning he sprung up and shot a soldier in the head getting brains splattered on his face. "Ahh shit that's nasty." Rex said. "Ok we're here." Rex said opening the door. One soldier was in the building and Rex ran up to the shocked troop punched his chest, and then he kneed the soldier in the gut and took out a knife stabbing his upper chest and ripping the knife down destroying the soldier making steaming guts and a pool of blood spill out from him as he fell to the ground. "Ahh what the fuck- why did this- this is disgusting" Foxtrott sputtered and puked on the floor. "C'mon we've gotta go up to the rooftops." Rex said. The three got up to the roof and stared down watching soldiers start puking and dyeing coming back from the dead and climbing on the corpuses to get up to the roof watching helicopters and planes fall out of the skies and soldiers coming up with gas masks. "Shit I can't keep them all off me." Rex said. "I'll jump down everyone save yourselves I'll go. "No don't go Feedback if you're going I'm coming too." I'm sorry I can't let you do that." Feedback said "Uhh guys I can't keep them down much longer." he said slashing another zombie. "I'm sorry goodbye" Feedback said handing Foxtrott the sword. "Don't forget me." Feedback said as he grabbed a tire iron and jumped down. "FUCK NOO!" Foxtrott yelled crying. "C'mon man all this death won't be pointless we'll make it." The two found a small patch of ground with a box of supplies abandon by the owner behind a building out of sight from the soldiers on 3 sides. The two ran to various buildings and looted corpses of soldiers finding and scavenging items they could from the wreckage. The two stared at the sky it was a red sunset with the sight of a destroyed major city buildings on fire and many twisted pieces of metal that used to be aircrafts but were destroyed by pilots dying while flying as it occurred to them that this might really be the end of humanity. | project x (pt 3) the calm before the storm by Statick_The_Ferredrox | [
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*Authors Note:
This is not a stand-alone story, it is an extended epilogue to another story of mine, 'How Hazel Became Oak.' Which you can also find on Literotica. Don't read this without reading the other story first, this will make no sense on its own.
I wrote this in response to a reader comment, with which, having thought about it, I agreed. It replaces the epilogue in the first story, and so the first few paragraphs are repeated here.*
The next morning we lay in each other's arms in Beth's, no, our enormous white bed, unwilling or unable to let go of each other.
I voiced what I had been thinking, almost since the night we made love, but without daring to hope.
"I am going to change my craft name," I suddenly blurted out.
"Whatever for?" Beth looked surprised at my sudden outburst.
"Because I'm fed up of being the only person in our coven whose real name is the same as their craft name and because when you say "Hazel" I'll never know whether its my High Priestess talking to her Lore mistress, or my Beth talking to her Hazel. It's my mother's fault, may her soul rest. It was the same for her, except that in her coven, the craft names were after flowers."
"What was she called?"
"Cow Parsley."
"She wasn't!" Beth looked shocked.
"No, she was called Rose, but it's the same..." I failed to complete my sentence as Beth hit me with the pillow.
After the brief, totally one-sided fight was over, and I had Beth pinned beneath my body kissing her mercilessly into submission. I gave her chance to speak.
"You win," she panted, "we can perform the naming ceremony today as part of the thanksgiving. But what name?" She thought for a moment. "Oak." She said, it's a fitting name. You showed yourself worthy of such a strong and steadfast name last night. You will be my Oak.
"I love it, it's perfect," I said. And I kissed her. Of course, one thing led to another and it wasn't until very late in the morning, when we were sitting in Beth's cosy kitchen drinking a welcome cup of coffee, that the phone rang. Beth answered. She spoke briefly and said finally, "tell her we'll be there soon," before hanging up the instrument.
"That was Ash," she said, with a look of concern on her face, "She says Eve is not herself this morning and she wants us to go over as soon as we can. Ash sounds a bit worried about her.
I can't say I was surprised; the Great Rite had been an extraordinarily emotionally and physically draining experience for all of us and we had decided that rest was the most important thing in the immediate aftermath. Eve, in particular, had been exhausted and was in no state to talk, but she was owed an explanation. We were not even sure whether she was fully aware of what had happened. She had given no indication of having even seen either the dark spirit, or Sarah's soul as they left her body at the climax of the rite. I shivered at the memory of the dark shadow that had hovered over Eve's naked form and how she had fought to escape the charmed bonds that held her, even though it was those that ultimately protected her.
In any case, we needed to find out from Eve how she had exposed herself to such possession. It does not happen accidentally, Beth was worried that Eve might have indulged in ill-advised occult practices which had laid her open to forces about which she had no knowledge or protection. It was obvious to us that Eve was susceptible to such things, we had to make her understand, for her own safety.
We finished our coffee and drove to the small house where Ash lived, calling at my house on the way just so that I could get into some clean clothes. I had, of course, nothing at Beth's and she was two sizes smaller than me. I threw my old clothes off and put new clothes on in the space of two minutes and felt better able to face Eve. I did not know what to expect. I think in her shoes I would have been very angry with us. We let her to go into the rite without telling her what we thought. But Beth had been adamant that she must not know, and I had to trust her judgement in these matters, in which I was a novice.
Ash must have seen us pull up outside her pretty, white painted, house because she opened the door to us as we walked up the path. She stepped out to greet us, pulling the door closed, presumably so that Eve could not overhear.
"I'm so glad you're here," she said, "Eve seemed to sleep well but it's as though she's in a trance, she's not really talking, just sitting. I don't know what to do, I'm really worried that she's been harmed." Ash seemed on the verge of tears. Beth put her handsn Ash's shoulders as though to steady her and she gained strength from the touch.
"Let's go and talk to her, "Beth said, and we followed Ash into the bright sitting room where Eve sat upright on the sofa, apparently in a daydream. I was shocked by her appearance. She wore only a thick white dressing gown and her skin was deathly pale apart from livid red wheals around the delicate wrists and ankles that protruded from the gown. What had we done to her? Ash and I looked at each other and I could see that she was thinking the same thing. Had we transgressed the most fundamental tenet of our code; to do no harm, to hurt no one? My heart was heavy with shame.
If Beth shared our concerns she did not show it. She wasted no time but knelt on the floor on front of Eve and looked carefully into her eyes. She picked up each of Eve's hands in turn and examined her wrists, then did the same with her feet, running her hands gently over her ankles.
She looked at Ash, "Have you any witchhazel?" She asked.
"Of course, I'll get it," she said and disappeared upstairs.
"Hazel, bring me a glass from that cupboard please," she ordered and I complied without question, retrieving a small crystal glass from the glass-fronted sideboard. "Sit here", Beth said, as I placed the glass into her outstretched hand. She fished a small bottle of amber liquid from her pocket and poured some into the glass. She asked the Goddess to bless the drink and wrapping Eve's cold fingers round the glass helped her raise it to her lips. Almost involuntarily she took a sip, and immediately started to cough and choke.
"What was that?" I asked as Eve spluttered and Beth patted her on the back.
"Fifty year old Brandy," Beth smiled, "I told you yesterday it's what you need after driving out Daemons."
To this day I don't know what was in the bottle, Beth insists it was just Brandy and I suppose everyone is entitled to their secrets but whatever it was it had worked its magic by the time Ash had returned with the witchhazel. The relief on her face when she saw the change in Eve was so comical that I burst out laughing. And, as so often, mirth provided the spiritual balm that is the souls ease.
Beth became business-like. "Eve, before we talk I need to look you over, you'll need to take your gown off for me, would you like the others to go?"
Eve smiled, "No need," she said, "there is not much of me that my sisters are not already familiar with."
"Can you stand?" Beth asked.
"Yes, of course," Eve replied and Beth helped her to her feet. She untied the belt of the gown and slipped out of it. Ash took it from her and Eve stood naked before us, beautiful, pale skinned Eve, still with the arcane signs of the ritual curling round her breasts and flowing across the softness of her belly to the tip of her labia.
Beth examined Eve carefully from head to toe, paying close attention to the henna tattoo with which she had been adorned. "Pop a foot on the sofa for me," Beth said, and Eve did as asked without demur. Beth ran her hands over Eve's thighs and examined her vulva carefully. "Are you in pain?" She asked.
"A little tender there, "Eve said, "and my wrists and ankles are quite sore.
Beth smiled, "I'm a little tender down there myself, if it makes you feel any better".
I blushed bright pink. I could feel the colour in my cheeks and I saw Ash looking at me, speculation written all over her face. I'd tell her about Beth and me as soon as I decently could. I knew she would be delighted.
"You'll soon mend," Beth said to Eve, "get dressed, we have a lot to talk about."
Ash passed the gown back to Eve and she put it on. Wrapping herself in its warm folds.
"I'm sorry to have to put you through that Eve," Beth said as we sat down. "I needed to make sure you were not hurt and to check that the signs were still intact. They are, and I am glad. If they had been disturbed I would have been worried for reasons that will become clear as we talk."
"We could do with some tea, " Ash said and headed off to the kitchen. She was right, tea was exactly what we needed. Beth sat next to Eve on the sofa.
"Give me your hands," she said. "This might sting a bit at first but it will help the healing," and she began to rub the witchhazel cream into Eve's sore wrists. "You do her ankles Hazel," Beth passed the cream to me and I knelt in front of Eve, lifting her feet onto my thighs. I rubbed the soothing ointment into the sore bands round her ankles and for good measure into her feet. It could only do her good. She sighed a little and closed her eyes, as our hands worked their healing magic.
Ash returned from the kitchen with four steaming mugs of tea and we sipped it gratefully, the gentle fragrance of bergamot reassuring and calming. Beth opened the conversation.
"Eve", she said, "a lot has happened over the last twenty four hours and I will explain it to the best of my understanding but first I need you to tell me your story. Please start by telling us what you saw, heard and felt last night."
Eve thought for a moment before beginning. "I was excited and a little nervous to start with. Of course I knew roughly what to expect, you told me some of it yourself on the day we first met and Ash and Willow spent hours with me so I knew about the symbolism, the history and the stages of the ceremony itself but not the detail of what was going to happen to me." She paused, as if wondering how much she should reveal.
"The truth is, the preparation on the day already had me in quite a state. I had been lovingly bathed by two beautiful sisters, my body covered in a heavenly oil, and then I lay naked while they painted this tattoo on my body. It was a highly erotic experience in its own right, so by the time we walked together into the chamber I was almost floating."
Ash looked as pleased as anything but did not interrupt Eve's flow.
"The whole experience last night was extraordinary; the chamber was incredible, and you were all so beautiful. I was surprised to be tied down, but then I was surprised by everything. I found things out about myself that I was not aware of.
"Like what?" Beth asked.
"Like how much I enjoyed you undressing me in front of all those people," she said, "I don't know where that urge came from, it's not like me. I look after my body and I'm proud of it, but I don't normally have a desire to show it to the crowd. "
"Anything else?" Beth continued to probe. Eve seemed suddenly abashed.
"Well something very strange. I had a kind of vision."
"Tell me about it," Beth spoke gently, encouraging Eve.
She spoke shyly, " It started off as a horrible nightmare. I was stumbling up a steep path, I was cold to my bones so that I could hardly put one foot in front of the other. I don't know where I was going but something drove me forward. I had no shoes and the stones hurt my feet and when I looked at them they were torn and bleeding. I could hear water ahead in the distance, but it was so dark I couldn't see anything. I only knew that if I stopped I would die. All I knew was that I had to reach the water, so I plodded on, crying with the pain. I had no sense of time passing so I don't know how long this went on but gradually I started to feel warmer and the darkness began to lift. I found I could walk freely, with no pain and my feet were somehow healed.
When I looked up I saw you, High Priestess. You were close by a lake at the head of a valley surrounded by mountains and alpine meadows full of flowers. It must have been early evening because the sun was low in the sky, and everything was suffused in a golden light. As you walked towards the lakeside, you were laughing and when you reached the shore you stripped off your clothes and ran into the lake, screaming at the cold as you entered the water. There was another woman with you, a tall woman with blond hair, standing on the shore laughing at you. You called her to come in, but she laughed even more and said you were mad. So you came out of the water, the golden light shimmering on your wet skin, and you chased her into the meadow, naked as you were. She let you catch her, and you almost tore the clothes from her body as you lay among the flowers and made love..."
She tailed off. I saw the tears in Beth's eyes, but she was not overcome by grief as she had been before.
"And then I seemed to wake up, it was as though I had been dreaming but I couldn't have fallen asleep, my whole body was alive and you were in me. I felt your tongue and lips like fire. I was consumed by it and just when I thought I couldn't take any more I felt as though something pierced my soul and I can think of no other word for it than ecstasy."
Eve paused, wide eyed with wonder, "Was that the Goddess?" Is that what it feels like?"
Beth sighed, "Yes it was Eve, your virginity was taken by the Goddess last night and you will never be the same. You have been blessed as few are in these days. Use that blessing wisely to heal and to bring love as the Goddess asks. You will have an opportunity to give thanks later this afternoon and we are grateful too to have seen and been part of the wonder. Eve I must ask you one more question and then I will try and explain the meaning of your vision, and also tell you what happened last night. Have you ever dabbled in the occult, holding seances, or any other similar activity?"
"Never." Eve was emphatic. "I know of the danger of such things I would never play around with them."
"Are you sure?" Beth asked, sounding very surprised.
"Positive, "Eve sounded certain, "why do you ask?"
Beth ignored her question. "Have you ever had a vision before, like you did last night?"
"Not like last night," Eve replied, "the only thing that came close is that I had an 'outf-body' experience once, a few years ago when I was very ill. I almost died in fact."
"Tell me about that?" Beth asked, and listened intently as Eve told her story.
"I had viral meningitis," she said, "it came on very suddenly. I woke up one morning with a terrible headache and within an hour had collapsed and was rushed to hospital. I don't remember very much about it but apparently it was touch-and- go, and I was unconscious for two or three days. All I remember is having the feeling of floating above my body. I could see the room and the nurses and a lot of equipment with wires and tubes going into my arms. There was a tunnel with a very bright light at the end of it and I felt drawn to it, but something held me back. Then everything went black and when I woke up I felt terrible with a blinding headache, but they told me I was over the worst and would make a full recovery, and they were right. Here I am."
"When and where were you then?" Beth asked the question, the answer to which I already knew.
"It would have been about four years ago in Mount Ashmore hospital."
I looked at Beth and she nodded.
"Would it have been around August time?" she asked.
"Why yes, how do you know that?" Eve confirmed what I already guessed. And I could see that, for Beth, the last piece of the jigsaw had just been slotted into place.
"It's rather a long story," said Beth. "Ash I think we'd like another pot of tea." She took the little bottle of so-called brandy out of her pocket and held it up. "And I think there's enough of this left to add a just a little restorative magic to all four cups."
I left Beth and Eve in the sitting room, and helped Ash wash up and prepare fresh tea. I wanted to leave them alone in case there was something that they needed to say to each other that they may feel constrained to say in front of others. The moment Ash got me in the kitchen, she shut the door and quizzed me. "What's going on between you and Beth? Something's happened hasn't it?"
I told her about Beth and I, and I thought she was going suffocate me, she hugged me so tight. Her face was a picture, tears of happiness ran down her face.
"Long, long overdue, what kept you?" She was hugging me one minute, scolding me the next. I hardly knew which way was up.
When I could breathe again, I said, "What do you mean, what kept us? It only really happened last night."
"You do talk nonsense sometimes Hazel," she was laughing. "It's been obvious since not long after poor Sarah's passing that you two are made for each other. All the sisters know it. I should have started a book on it like those scoundrel twins suggested."
I was flabbergasted. "Are you trying to tell me that you lot have been gossiping about your High Priestess and your Lore Mistress behind their back for three years, without a shred of evidence? May the Goddess forgive you. You..." But I couldn't think of any words to express the depth of my love and gratitude to my beautiful sisters, so I just burst into tears, fell into the warmth of Ash's embrace and told her that I loved them all, over and over again. And she cried too and got my hair all wet with tears so it was a sorry looking pair that returned to the sitting room, brimming over with joy and tea.
Beth looked at us, "What on earth have you two been doing?" she smiled, as if it wasn't obvious by the skip in our step. "Oh, never mind, pass me the tea and I'll add a little magic," and she shared the contents of her bottle between the four mugs.
Beth began her tale. "Some of what I am about to tell you will come as a surprise Eve, and I will answer whatever questions you have, but you must also know that some things are known only to the Goddess, we cannot know the true answer.
Four years ago, while you were close to death, my partner Sarah died of cancer in the same hospital. While her death was anticipated - she had, after all, a rapidly progressing terminal illness - she had been expected to live for several weeks longer. In fact, she was in hospital only for a short period of palliative treatment. I was not with her at the time she died and so I never had a chance to say goodbye. I know that somehow Sarah's' soul entered your body. Why? I can't know, but I suspect her need to say goodbye to me, or to allow me to say goodbye to her was so great she found a way to 'stay behind' as it were. This has something to do with your outf-body experience, but it is not something I can explain."
Beth paused, wiping away a tear. She took a sip of tea and that seemed to restore her. Ash and I were simply weeping silently, as Beth re-lived her pain. I vowed that, if I could help it, it would be for the last time.
"I know it was Sarah, because of your vision. During the rite you experienced one of Sarah's memories. It was in the Italian alps, not from Monte Bianco, we had been walking up one of the side valleys and came upon a lake, just as the sun was going down. I swam, Sarah refused to come into the water, and we made love in the alpine meadow, under the sky." Beth paused again.
"It was the first time we made love," she said quietly.
"What about the nightmare part of the vision?" Eve asked. What memory of Sarah's was that?
"I was coming on to that," Beth composed herself. "That was not Sarah. Somehow, and probably at the same time, a dark spirit also entered your body. I don't know how it came to be within you, or its exact nature and purpose, other than to say such forces are always malign. You may, on looking back be able to discern its influence over you. However, I believe that its purpose was probably frustrated by Sarah's presence and that its possession will have no lasting effects."
Beth looked at Eve closely, Eve seemed deep in thought. "I know this is probably rather a lot to take in," she said.
"I was wondering what ill effects the horrible thing might have caused. I just can't think," she said, sounding worried, as well she might.
"This might sound like an odd question," said Beth, "but why were you still virgin until last night?"
Eve thought for a moment, "something always held me back," she said. "Sometimes right at the last minute. I have never felt able to let anyone penetrate me, or even bring me to orgasm, even though I love my body being touched and I am happy to bring myself to a climax and do so quite frequently."
"That might be one of the effects," Beth said. "A malevolent spirit might well attempt to frustrate the fulfilment of loving relationships. They are the work of the Goddess and the dark forces ever seek to counter them. If so, the daemon was ultimately the cause of its own demise, for had you not been a virgin you could not have been our Chosen One and its banishment would have been at best delayed, and at worst avoided. This is the way of the Goddess, using the very machinations of the evil ones to accomplish their undoing. But I am speculating beyond my knowledge and can only tell you what I surmise."
"Let us talk about the rite itself," Beth moved the conversation forward. "When we first met I saw that you were possessed, and I thought by Sarah but I also perceived something of the dark spirit in you. And now I must apologise. I decided to proceed with the ritual, knowing this, but without telling you what I suspected. In my defence it did not occur to me that both Sarah and some other spirit could reside in the one person. But it is to my shame that in my arrogance I did not seek guidance from those more learned than me. It is by the grace and blessing of the Goddess that all has come right."
Eve interrupted, "High Priestess, your apology is not needed. My heart tells me that you were guided by the Goddess in this and if these marks around my wrists and ankles are the price to be paid to be my own soul again then I count myself fortunate."
Beth nodded her head, sadly, "and yet there is more for which I must ask your forgiveness. At the crux of the rite, as your orgasm approached, the dark force was expelled. You experienced that through the dark vision you related earlier. Thanks to the magical hands of sister Hazel, the power of my own orgasm was sufficient to expel the Daemon, but to banish it, I withdrew the Athame, with which I had already partially penetrated you. You were on the cusp of orgasm, but you did not reach your climax. It was at that point you received the burns from your bonds. The daemon attempted to resist expulsion by forcing your body out of the sacred circle. I knew that this was always a possibility, and that is why I had you bound to the altar. Those ties caused hurt to you for which I am deeply sorry, but they preserved your life. The signs that Ash and Willow painted so lovingly on your, body also served to prevent the spirit from re-entering you. That is why I needed to see them earlier, to make sure they were intact. Had they not been I would have been worried that the daemon was yet within you. Happily, there is no sign and I am sure you a free of it.
When I saw the shadow. I believed that the daemon had misled me into believing that it was Sarah whose soul was co-resident with yours. Now looking back, I was blinded and a fool. For what purpose would a spirit attempt such a subterfuge? I was bound to try and free the spirit of my lost love and so come into direct conflict with it. Perhaps it believed it could overpower me and be freed to roam the earthly plane. I know nothing of its foul motivation but I should not have abandoned you to my own self-pity." Beth bowed her head. and this time I was unable to think of a way to lighten her load.
Eve spoke again. "And yet I achieved a climax which lifted me to the heavens and from which even now my body still tingles, how did that happen?"
"It was your sister Hazel, Eve. It was she, not I, who freed Sarah, bringing you the vision of our sojourn by the lake. And when you returned to reality, Sarah having departed, it was her lips and tongue that initiated the sacred climax and raised the fire within you, and her penetration with the Athame that took your virginity and allowed the Goddess to enter you.
Eve looked at me with eyes wide. "Is this true?" She said.
"It is partly true," I said. "It is true that the High Priestess was overcome for a few minutes and that she calls it self-pity and is ashamed. But it is also true that she expended her energy extravagantly to first expel and then banish the daemon that was within you and that she then recovered herself so as to enable you and I to simultaneously climax. Neither of our orgasm's alone would have been enough to free Sarah, nor would the Goddess have been able to fulfil you so completely. I was the earthly agent of your climax it is true, but I was but a channel, guided by the High Priestess and the Goddess and you must thank them both without reserve. You are truly Chosen and have been from the beginning by forces beyond our human understanding."
And then, to my eternal shame, and to this day my face burns when I think about it, I could not help adding, "and now that Sarah has left your body, I'd love to know whether you still fantasise about having your toes sucked."
Even Beth had to laugh, and I knew that she and Eve would need to talk more in private but that apart from some minor abrasions we had done no harm. We had much to be thankful for and so we set off to the thanksgiving ceremony in which I was to be newly named Oak with love in our hearts. And, in Ash, an ill-concealed desire to tell the sisters that the budding love they had long observed between their High Priestess and Hazel, Lore Mistress was now in full and glorious flower.
And that is the story of how Hazel became Oak, how a trapped soul was freed and how I found my soul-mate all on one eventful all hallows eve. May the Goddess protect you. | How Hazel Became Oak - Epilogue | [
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Text: Kim walked along Pacificana Avenue with a confident stride, for she knew that she definitely was qualified for one of best surf teams out there, the Venusian Wave Riders. She heard that the all-girl club had sort of an elitist attitude, but she figured they were always like that towards novices. As she turned left down an alley and headed towards the end, she spotted the small wood house at the end. When she got there, she checked the address. "2345, this is it!' she happily remarked. She knocked on the door and waited for one of the club members to open the door and welcome her in.
After a brief moment the door opened and a tall blonde-haired green eyed girl in a white Quicksilver shirt and blue Hawaiian board shorts answered.
"You're Kim, right?" The girl calmly inquired.
"That's me! Is everyone here?"
"They sure are! Come on in! We're waiting for you!"
The blonde led Kim into the house and lead her towards the main meeting room of the little bungalow. It was a small house, but it was very well kept up. Just before Kim and the girl entered the meeting room, Kim noticed a large display case full of trophies. She was astonished by how many were crammed into it. The awards came from many major surfing competitions, from Hawaii to Fiji, to Huntington Beach. She also noticed that they were all first or grand prizes, so she knew that these girls were definitely top-class material in the surfing world.
Following the blonde into the meeting room, the slender dark-haired tan-skinned Chinese-American swished her short shiny jet-black hair and was almost blinded by the light coming in through the large windows of the room. The end of the large room had three large windows which gave a view of the beautiful public beach and the waves constantly creeping in and crashing on shore while tourists, swimmers, and little kids wandered around on the dry white sand.
Five girls were already seated on a large couch and discussed tactics for surfing during harsh weather; they all immediately stopped and noticed Kim and the blonde.
"Ladies, may I present to you Kim Lung, our newest recruit!"
"Hello! How are you?"
"Pretty good." Mumbled a blue-eyed tall blonde sitting at the far end.
"So, we've got some fresh meat here again?" Wise-cracked the red-head sitting next to her.
"Kim, here are the members of our prestigious club." The green-eyed blonde began to introduce the girls.
"At the end here we have Shelly Strummers, she took the gold at the Fiji International invitational back in 2000."
The blonde Shelly nodded casually towards the girl's introduction, obviously not to flattered with it.
"Next to her is Courtney Lakes, she won in both Maui and Australia this summer."
"Eh, it was nothin', I coulda' done better." Courtney sarcastically remarked.
"Also we have here Jenny Collins, she's our PR girl and winner of last month's Surf-Rama 2002."
"Meh." slurred the slumped brunette sitting at the other far end.
"Next to her..." The blonde continued. "...is Mandy Drakes, the 'Terrific Tuber' as the paper calls her."
"Hey, who said you could call me that?" the raven-haired Mandy rebutted.
"And last but not least, we have our club leader, Tiffany Howland! She's the best surfer of us all! She's won too many competitions to discuss right now."
"But of course." Tiffany smiled.
"And I am Tracy Hayes! Welcome to the club Kim."
"Ahem Tracy." Tiffany coughed and stood up. "Remember, she isn't a part of us yet."
"Oh, sorry. I'm just a bit excited that we have a new member in the club."
"Oh, no need to apologize Tracy." Tiffany slyly grinned and looked towards Kim. "She needs to give us a display of her prowess."
"I'll be glad to Tiffany!" Kim chirped. "But all I brought was my wetsuit and my snorkeling gear in my bag here. I wasn't expecting to surf today, I thought we were just having a meeting."
"Well Kim..." Shelly stood up and walked towards Kim "Shouldn't a surfer always be prepared to prove their worth?"
"Uh, I guess." Kim stuttered. She felt somewhat uneasy around this imposing group.
"I guess we can lend you a board." Jenny said.
"Now get dressed and be prepared to shred some waves, that is if you can." Tiffany snidely demanded. All the girls except for Tracy and Kim laughed.
As Kim squeezed into her full-body black wetsuit within the dressing room, she wondered if she was really comfortable with this club.
"They seem sort of competitive and bossy, but I guess that's what you need to be when you surf at their level!" Kim pondered
After she suited up and grabbed one of the boards in the equipment shack, Kim walked towards the beach to meet the girls.
"Well it's about time slowpoke!" Mandy hollered. "It's freezing out here!"
"So Kim, ready to prove yourself?" Said Tiffany.
"Am I ever!"
Kim ran towards the surf excitedly and splashed into the water with a large splash when she reached deeper depths. She swam around scouting out for some waves to catch. Finally she found a nice large one just beginning to swell up about ten meters away. Kim briskly swam alongside the expanding watery hump and right when it began to peak and crash at one end, Kim stood upon her board, balanced herself, and rode the wave. She rode it for quite a distance, skillfully weaving around and slicing alongside the churning wall of seawater. Her wet black hair swung and flapped around in the wind and her shiny black wetsuit glistened in the late-morning sun. She felt absolutely thrilled.
Finally after a half hour of catching waves and riding them, she swam back towards shore and the girls. Tracy ran towards Kim clapping her hands.
"Wow! That was incredible Kim! You really cut through those waves like hell!"
"Thanks Tracy. I come out here when I can. I find new ways of taming the waves everyday."
"So girls!" Tracy turned towards the five. "What do you think?"
The five girls looked at each other seriously, Jenny let a crooked smile cross her lips briefly and Tiffany spoke up.
"Well, we all discussed your 'moves' out there Kim. And unfortunately, we don't think you're fit for our club."
"What!?" Kim gasped. "But, I didn't wipe out once out there! And did you see that big tube that I rode?"
"You flew through a tube? Didn't catch that one." Courtney sarcastically snarled.
"As you can see, you might have done some moves that could have impressed us, but unfortunately, we didn't. We were too busy talking about other things during your performance."
"But..." Tears were beginning to well up in Kim's eyes.
"After seeing your mediocre performance out there, we probably wouldn't have missed much.
Kim was flabbergasted. She felt this dark blob of grief fill her heart. It almost felt like it caused it to stop pumping. She dropped the surfboard and ran away, trying to fight back the tears filling her eyes so nobody would see her cry.
"Well, she took it better than some of the others who came this week." chortled Shelly.
"Good riddance, we're fine as we are right now. And with our current winning streak, we wouldn't want her mediocrity spoiling our perfect record." Tiffany said.
"Well, shall we go back girls? I could use some lunch." Everyone nodded in agreement with Tiffany, except for Tracy who just stood away from the group, disgusted by their blatant snubbing of Kim.
"So Tracy, how about you? Wanna' come by the burger joint with us?" Courtney asked.
"I've lost my appetite." Tracy then turned away and walked towards the direction where Kim ran off.
"Hmph, what bit her in the ass?" Jenny remarked.
Kim lay face down on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably into her pillow. She was absolutely heartbroken by the cruel refusal by the Venusian Wave Riders.
"They never gave me a chance. Why did they have to be so heartless?" Thought Kim.
She kept crying into her pillow until she heard a knock at her door.
Kim jumped up quickly, but she sunk back down into her bed. A voice called out.
"Kim! It's me, Tracy! Can I come in?"
"Are you going to embarrass me any more? If not, you can just leave!" Kim shouted.
"Kim! Please listen to me! Let's talk about this! I'm totally sorry about what happened. Those girls had no right to insult you the way they did out there!"
Kim wiped her teary red face and got off her bed. She opened the door and welcomed Tracy into her little apartment room.
"Kim, I'm so sorry about what happened." Tracy wrapped her arms around Kim and gave her a reassuring hug.
"But why? Why did they reject me?" Kim pleaded.
"Well, I guess there's many things I can say about those girls, but I'll choose a simple explanation here, they're bitches."
"No duh." Kim grumbled.
"By the way Kim, you're still in your wetsuit." Tracy pointed out.
"I know. I was so sad that I just rushed here and immediately started crying in bed."
"I can understand, I'd cry too if I were you. Mind if I sit down Kim?" "Sure." Kim pointed out a beanbag chair near her bed and Tracy sat down.
"Kim, as you can tell, the girls in my club aren't exactly the most open group on this beach, in fact they've turned down a bunch of great surfers like you."
"Really?"
"Yeah, they were all good, but I think you were the best one yet! Compared to the skills of the girls, you could easily match those sluts."
"I still can't believe they turned me down."
"They're really paranoid about losing their winning streak, and they really want to keep it going."
"Hmmph, well I bet they're actually crappy surfers themselves!"
"Well, they are good, but I've never seen any of them do that perfect run you did out there."
"Can you do something to let me in?"
"Why? They'll just make you feel horrible, plus they'll never accept you."
"I see."
Tracy and Kim sat silent for a minute, until Tracy spoke up with a bright look her face.
"Hee hee, I'd love to see those jerks get humiliated big time at one of those 'high and mighty' meets they show off at."
"Me too." Kim concurred.
"Hey! We should pull a prank on them! Something that will really screw them over!"
"I don't want to hurt them." Kim said. "Oh we won't hurt them, but we will ruffle their feathers though! But what can we do to embarrass in front of everyone here?"
"Well, maybe we can, uh, wait." Kim wrinkled her nose a bit and started sniffling.
"Gotta sneeze?"
"Yeah, it's a bi... i... Ah... ah.. ahhhhhh!" Just before Kim could sneeze, she lifted up her wetsuit's neckline and put her mouth towards the opening.
"WACHOOOO!"
Kim's wetsuit swelled up a bit from the sneeze that entered it.
"Bless you!" Tracy excused.
Kim felt funny with the air that she blew into her suit.
"Huh, that was weird. Good thing I didn't sneeze harder, or I might have blown myself up like a balloon! Hah!"
"That's it!" Tracy shouted!
"What's what?"
"The suits! Blow them up like balloons! We can blow their wetsuits up!"
"Whose wetsuits?" Suddenly Kim realized what Tracy was talking about.
"Ohhhh, I see! Now that would be funny!"
"Just think how freaked out they'd get when their suits started inflating like rubber party balloons!"
"They wouldn't be able to move! It'd just be like a cartoon!"
"Or even better yet, fill them up with helium!"
"Oh yeah! Then they'd float away! That'd be a hoot!"
"And you know what Kim? We can do it! With this upcoming surf meet on Saturday, the brats are going to be modeling these new neoprene/latex hybrid suits for this company. They are supposed to be ultra-flexible and stretchy!"
"Oo! Even better! Also my father works on these special compressed gas pellets for these companies! I'll see if he's got some that release helium!"
"How much can they let out?"
"A lot! These girls are gonna' be really big if we stuck them inside their suits."
"Excellent Kim! You think we can do this by Saturday? We've got only two days?"
"I'm sure I can nab the pellets tonight!"
"And I can sneak them into their wetsuits before they slip them on! How big are they?"
"They are really small, which is quite amazing for the amount of gas they hold. They are the size of a tiny pebble and can hold about 20 psi. I don't think they'll notice them."
"So, you wanna' do it?"
"You bet I do!"
"All right then! These brats will be flying over the waves higher than they ever could hope for. Heh heh."
It was a sunny Saturday morning at Pacificana Beach. A large crowd had gathered for the big surfing event. People from all over the state had come to compete and strut their stuff on the waves. Courtney, Shelly, Mandy, Jenny, and Tiffany were standing around under their tarp, being interviewed by a news crew.
"So Tiffany, what do you think of these statef-the-art Soothex Wetsuits?"
A reporter questioned the group of girls whom were clad from toe to neck in the glossy black rubber suits. The suits even had mitts and booties on them, and there were no seams whatsoever to be seen on them. They had the sleek dark-blue Soothex logo spread along the side of the right thigh.
"We love them Rick! We think any serious surfer should definitely consider these suits, especially since they show off our wonderful figures so well!"
"And that's one of the main reason's we're selling them! Plus they are designed for maximum comfort and flexibility. They are air-tight too, so that no water can seep in and hinder your movement!"
"We the Venusian Wave Riders support these news suits 100% Rick! And we're happy you chose us to test them out."
"We're glad that you stepped up to the challenge! Plus since you're all such fine surfers, we'll get a lot of attention!"
"Well, its time for us to shred those waves in half. Ready girls?"
"Uh Tiffany? I feel something in my suit. Something really tiny, but round." Shelly spoke out.
"Don't worry, some sand probably got into your suit while you were changing. I feel a little something too. Besides, we don't want to delay our electrifying performancy any more."
The girls picked up their boards and walked towards the surf. People in the audience took notice of the five girls all dressed in the shiny wetsuits. Some of the wilder guys in the crowd wolf-whistled and hooted at them.
Meanwhile, behind a lifeguard tower, Kim and Tracy watched the action.
"Well, this is it! Shall you do the honors Kim?"
"With pleasure." Kim smiled as she picked up a control device with an antenna and clicked the single button on it. She giggled with glee as she pushed the button."
Suddenly all the girls stopped dead in their tracks just as a loud hissing sound began to emit from their suits. All but Tiffany dropped their board and started feeling themselves.
"Wha, what's goin' on!?" Jenny panicked
"There's something filling my suit! It feels like, gas!" Mandy yelled.
The suits began to noticeably bulge out. The feminine curvy figures began to plump out like hot dogs in a microwave. All the girls could do was gawk and gasp at their expanding wetsuits.
"Holy crap! Our suits are blowing up like balloons!" Jenny screamed.
"Noooo! My figure!" The vain Shelly yelped.
"How's this happening? Somebody please stop it! Stoooooop!" Courtney yelled out in futility.
All Tiffany could do was stare down at the ever-expanding mass of black rubber that was her wetsuit. She was sweating bullets and thinking...
"And to think, they're getting all this on TV."
The TV cameras near the crowd were catching every second of the wetsuits inflating. All people in the stands could do was gawk at the spectacle. Most people thought this was some wacky PR stunt, most of the surfer dudes and beach bums just said 'Woah' ad infinitum.
The wetsuits' midsections were now bulging out into well-rounded spheres with a circumference of at least three feet. The legs and the arms were also swelling into plump weenie-balloon shapes. All the girls could do now was waddle around helplessly and cry out for help that wouldn't come.
"For cryin' out loud! Why won't those damn idiots do anything!? We're inflating dammit!" Screamed Tiffany as she finally dropped her surfboard.
By now their had expanded to at least seven feet in diameter, by now the arms and legs of the suits were so plumped up or absorbed into the expanding sphere of the suit that mobility was impossible.
Finally, before the girls could lose their balance, they started to float up into the air.
"Oh shoot! We're filling up with HELIUM!" Cried Jenny.
The sound of hissing gas began to quiet down, the gas within the pellets inside the suits were almost depleted, but by now the suits had inflated from a human shape into a comical ball shape, with little puffy dents for arms and legs, and puffed up feet and hands and their tips. The girls now looked like human balloons, floating away from the warm sand of the beach.
"I don't wanna' float away!" screamed Shelly.
"We're never going to get down!" added Mandy.
"For gods sake! Somebody grab us!" Tiffany pleaded to the crowd.
Some people, once they saw the ballooned girls lift off the ground, tried to run towards them and grasp any part of their spherical bodies, but even the people closest to them couldn't grab them. The ones under them tried jumping up and nabbing the pneumatic females, but their efforts were futile.
Tiffany, Jenny, Mandy, Shelly, and Courtney kept screaming and yelling for help as they floated higher and higher into the beautiful cloudless Saturday day over the beach. As Tiffany floated away, she caught sight of two girls hiding out behind a lifeguard tower on the beach. They were both on the ground in stitches, laughing at the embarrassing predicament of her and the team.
"Bye bye girls! Send us a postcard! Via airmail of course! Ha ha ha!" giggled Tracy.
"Remember to send us some nice aerial shots of your vacation spots too!" added Kim.
"So where do you think they'll fly off to Kim?"
"Hopefully somewhere far. I don't want to see those jerks anytime soon. But I hope they don't get hurt."
"Don't worry Kim. They all have rich mommies and daddies. They'll probably pay the Coast Guard top dollar to fish them out of the clouds."
All Tiffany could do was stare at the two figures in the background and furiously glare at their enjoyment of her suffering. But for now, all she and the other girls could do was float helplessly, without any knowledge as to when they'd come back to terra firma. The five girl-balloons were now at least one hundred feet from the shore, and three hundred feet in the air. Ten minutes later, they were nothing but dark dots sailing around within the blue sky.
Kim and Tracy sat in the Venusian Wave Rider clubhouse, watching the evening news on the 50" wide screen HDTV in the club's living room.
"In other locals news today, a Pacificana Beach girl's surf club found themselves going above and beyond the waves like they never expected before when their cutting edge Soothex wetsuits inflated for no reason and caused them to float helplessly offshore. The president of Soothex Beachwear Inc. in an interview today was dumbfounded by the inflation of the girls' suits since he said that was not a feature that his RandR team had implemented into them."
"Yeah, you could say a willing third party added that in." Kim wisecracked.
"As for the girls themselves, their parents immediately have called the Coast Guard to comb the skies with radar and helicopters and rescue the girls. Unfortunately the sudden change in wind conditions midday have caused the group of girls to disperse, and the search has become a much more trying effort. One girl by the name of Courtney Lakes was rescued right before sundown.
The TV switched to a shot of the hapless Courtney being dragged via helicopter to the Coast Guard airbase, tethered behind a string that a man was holding within the copter. However, right when the helicopter touched down, the force of the landing caused the tension on the rope to reverse direction, and pulled Courtney right into the small spinning blade on the tail of the copter. All Courtney could do was scream as the rotating blade punctured her inflated suit. It exploded in a shower of jagged rubber ribbons, and Courtney fell to the ground butt first. She sat up, shook her head, and screamed when she realized she was completely nude. Courtney scrambled around on the ground to pick pieces of torn rubber from her popped suit to cover herself with.
"Heh heh, as you can see, she didn't have a very comfortable landing." The TV reporter laughed a bit and went on with the rest of the news for the night.
"Poor Courtney, just think how all the guys around here will think once she gets back." Said Kim.
"Yeah, she has a lot of admirers." Replied Tracy. Finally, the Coast Guard and Navy finally recovered all the girls from the sky after a week of intense searching. Tiffany herself floated almost halfway to Hawaii before she was rescued. Since the rescue effort drained the bank accounts of the girls' parents, they had to sell the clubhouse and all the equipment inside. Soon after the clubhouse was sold, the Venusian Wave Riders disbanded.
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Warning: this story contains homosexual relations between an adult black cat and adult skunk. It contains bondage, s&m, watersports, and a variety of other fetishes. If this sort of thing offends you, please do not read it. There is no scat, amputation, or gore to worry about, though - it is a pleasent sort of kink. If that sounds good to you, please read on and I hope you enjoy.
If you do happen to read all or most of it, I would surely appreciate ratings and comments. Thank you, and have fun!
"Work's done," the sexy little skunk said on the other end of the phone line in his usual high-pitched voice.
"Alright, hon. Get that cute ass back here - I've got a surprise for you," the feline almost purred into the phone. Their first anniversary - and boy would it be a surprise.
"Oooh, a surprise! I can't wait!" He sounded excited, like a schoolboy about to get new video games. That tone was one of the things the black cat really loves about Dennis - his excitability. And in bed it made him oh so very fuckable.
"Drive safe, hon."
"I will - love you, Alek!" Dennis' nearly feminine voice chimed in through the phone.
"Love you too, Dennis. See you soon."
"See ya!"
Aleksie hung up the phone and placed his cellular down on the counter top. He had spent the better part of the day getting and lugging in the supplies he would need. He ran through it one more time, making sure everything was in order. New bed sheets: check. Restraints: check. Self-heating lubricant: check. Toys: check. Clothing: check. No candle-light dinner, but that was hardly how the pair had operated over the last year. This would be something the cute little skunk would remember.
Alek had found some odd things in his search history after Dennis had stopped by his house a few months ago - Dennis had been browsing porn without Alek, and had left some unusual search terms in the browser's history. Alek had compiled a list of things they had not tried, and ran over it again in his head, wondering which ones he could put his lover through this night.
The cat waited patiently for the skunk to get home, reading a book in their apartment's entryway and idly tapping the can and cloth on the table next to him, as if to make sure they were real. He had never used the stuff before, but he had triple-checked everything online, and was sure he was in the clear. He heard the skunk pounding up the stairs, and stood up to greet his lover. He poured some very cold chemical out of the can and onto the cloth, being very judicious in the amount, then set the can down on the table and surreptitiously palmed the cloth. The cat stepped back.
Dennis threw open the door, eyes wide with excitement, and a smile tore across his face at seeing Alek. He was beautiful, as always - dark slacks and a trim blue-collar shirt with a loose tie outlined his athletic figure in a way that pleased Alek greatly. Dennis opened his mouth to talk, and Alek launched forward like coiled serpent, shoving the cloth over the skunk's short muzzle, covering his nose and mouth. The skunk, in a moment of panic, drew in one sharp breath, and that was all the chemical needed. Alek watched the skunk's eyes glaze over, and removed the cloth. Alek wrapped an arm around the skunk's chest and held him tightly as the skunk went limp.
Alek wasn't huge, but at six feet and change he was taller than the little skunk by a good six inches. And unlike the twinky little thing, Alek worked out. He easily caught the skunk, picked the shorter one up and draped the fur over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. An image of himself dressed as a prehistoric figure flitted through Alek's mind: me Alek, me conquer, me take! The more things changed, eh?
Alek walked the unconscious skunk through the living room and into his bedroom. It was a simple room - a dresser and closet on the left, a computer desk on the right, and a bed with nightstand in the middle. The drapes were drawn so that no natural light came in, and the low lighting from his bed lamp was all that illuminated the room. Prints of Alek's favorite artists were on the walls, and normally pictures of family and little sentimental gew-gaws would line the dresser and desk, but they were all put away for now. Alek didn't want anything to break the mood.
The cat leaned down and dropped the skunk unceremoniously onto the bed, allowing his lover's limbs to splay out across it's queen-sized fluffiness. He heard a slight crackle of the rubber sheets beneath the soft fabric he had laid out - an item he had set up for tonight. Hopefully Dennis wouldn't figure it out. Alek walked around to the left side of the bed and picked up the other item he had bought just for tonight - a leather cuff attached to one of the four straps poking out from between the mattress and bed frame. He slid it around the skunk's wrist, having to tie it at nearly the tightest setting to be sure it would hold the shorter man. The leather cuff was lined with plush on the inside, so it wasn't very likely it would cut off the skunk's circulation. The cat walked down to the foot of the bed and slipped off the sleeping skunk's shoes and socks - they would only get in the way. He attached another of the leather-and-plush cuffs around the skunk's left ankle, then another around the right. He walked around and cuffed the skunk's left hand as well, leaving the unconscious skunk tied, spread-eagled on the bed facing the ceiling.
The cat walked over to the dresser and pulled one of the toys from the bottom drawer, which hung open and ready with a few other items. He walked back to skunk and gently pried open those sexy lips with a finger, and slid the straps of the toy around the skunk's head, slowly lowering the ball gag into the skunk's mouth to be sure it wouldn't choke him. He snapped the links together behind the skunk, not bothering to lock it - after all, the skunk couldn't get his hands free until Alek wanted him to.
Alek stepped back to appreciate his work, and looked carefully at the skunk spread out on his bed. His soft foot paws tied down at the end of the bed, those thin slacks outlining his thin, toned legs, that blue shirt now revealing his thin torso, and the loose tie hanging off to the side. His face looked almost like a smile, wrapped around the ball gag, and his eyes remained closed.
Alek waited a few minutes for the skunk to wake up... then a few minutes more. Damn! Was he wrong about the dosage? How long would this take? After about fifteen minutes, the cat decided to make the best of his situation. He slipped out of the casual clothes he had been wearing while shopping today, tossing the jeans and simple shirt off in the living room, and his underwear to boot. He grabbed a chair out of living room, his book, and slid back into the bedroom. He read, and he waited.
Almost an hour later, he heard a groggy moan from the skunk. He set the book down idly, watching as the skunk woke up - hopefully without headache. At first the skunk tried to sit up, and finding that quite impossible, tried to talk. When that also failed, the skunk weakly pulled at all four of the restraints - the bed gave a little, but really the skunk was pulling against himself - a battle he could never win. Alek watched with a bemused smile, then stood up and strode over to the struggling skunk, lining up to the left of the bed, next to the nightstand.
"Hey there, lover," the cat said, sarcastically drawing out the last word, as if it were a joke. "Surprise! Hahahaha!" The cat laughed as the skunk's eyes widened - hopefully with excitement, possibly with fear. Maybe both.
"You left some history on my computer, Dennis. I poked through the things you looked at. We've gotten a little kinky before, but... I think tonight I shall be your master, and you my pet. There is a headboard above your left wrist - your safeword is knocking three times. Everything will stop if you use it, and you will go home. IF I take that gag off of you, and that's a big if, your safeword will be 'Antwerp.' Nod if you understand." Alek waited only a moment before the skunk slowly nodded his head.
"Good, my pet. Now first, let's get you out of these," Alek said as he pulled open the nightstand drawer and grabbed a small tool from it. He flicked open the box cutter and held it down in front of the skunk's face - the skunk's eyes widened again, definitely in fear this time. "This is very sharp, pet, so don't squirm, or you may bleed," the cat said as he loosely trailed the knife down the skunk's chest, his tail wagging at his pet's fear. He walked, trailing the knife along the skunk's right leg until he reached the foot of the bed.
The naked cat climbed on and flipped the box cutter upside-down, so the angled blade faced mostly away from the skunk. He grabbed a pantleg and started cutting, slipping his hand into the skunk's pants at the ankle and poking the sharp edge through, then slowly drawing it back towards him, ripping a line in the fabric. The back of the cat's paw brushed against Dennis' furry leg, which felt nice to the cat and he was sure excited the skunk. He proceeded up the right leg this way, cutting open his lover's pants and simultaneously rubbing the skunk's legs and thighs, until he reached the skunk's waist. He slipped the blade through one more time and completed the cut at the bottom of the skunk's stomach. Dennis whined just a bit through the gag, but Alek paid him no mind.
Alek repeated this process with the other pant leg, slicing through it slowly, inching up the skunk's leg with his paws and the deadly blade, stripping away the fabric covering the skunk. When he snapped through the waistband of the skunk's slacks, Alek reached a paw around and slid it between the skunk and the bed, grabbing the skunk's butt and the pants simultaneously. Alek yanked, hard, and the destroyed pants slid right off the skunk's thin body, leaving only his briefs between the cat and the skunk.
Not content, Alek positioned himself atop Dennis' thighs, seating himself perilously close to the skunk's crotch. He slid the box cutter underneath Dennis' shirt, rubbing his paw across the skunk's flat belly and naked chest, then drew the blade back along the row of buttons that held the shirt on. They popped off one by one, the skunk whining just a bit through the gag (probably more at the loss of the shirt than in fear, by this point). Alek slid up to kneel across the skunk's torso, placing his member right in front of the skunk's face as he slowly slide the blade up each of the skunk's arms, cutting the shirt apart and feeling the soft fur there.
Alek stood up next to the nightstand again, dropped the box cutter into the drawer, and yanked Dennis' shirt off, the destroyed fabric barely resisting at this point. The tie stayed on, but Alek could live with that. He looked at the mostly naked skunk and saw a distinctive oblong shape form in Dennis' briefs. Alek had been right - capture and bondage: check. Danger: check. What was next...
Alek strode around and saw the skunk follow with what little vision he had. Alek sidled up next to the skunk's hind paws, tied at the foot of the bed.
"You know, I always thought these were sexy on you," the cat said with a smile, leaning down to rub his cheek against his lover's beautiful foot paws. Alek nearly purred as he rubbed against the soft pad of Dennis' right foot, nuzzling the soft flesh and allowing the feelings it stirred within him to flow freely. The cat's lust boiled to the surface, and he couldn't help but take a lick at the soft sole of the skunk's foot paw. One lick lead to another, and soon Alek was tracing up his lover's foot and licking his toes. He felt Dennis twitch - was this tickling him? Alek grasped his lover's foot paw in both hands and took Dennis' furry big toe into his mouth, licking the soft padded flesh and the untouched space between his lover's toes.
He lapped right out to the end of Dennis' claw. He could feel the skunk twitching a bit more on the bed, but Alek didn't care. He was absorbed in licking Dennis' other toes - drenching the pads and claws with saliva as he took them into his mouth one at a time. Alek's member slowly hardened as the lust bubbled within him, urging him to lick more and more, playing with his lover's foot paws. Finishing with the right foot, Alek stood up to see Dennis' red cheeks, blushing even through the black-and-white fur. Hehe, interesting, Alek thought. He rubbed his member against the foot paw just a bit, allowing a few drops of pre to leak out onto it. Alek left them to repeat the procedure on Dennis' left footpaw, first licking across the sole, then slowly sucking on each of the skunk's four toes, feeling the soft flesh against his tongue and licking up the odd taste of his love's feet. Once again Dennis twitched, and this time Alek could hear faint giggling behind the ball gag - a little more as he finished up and rubbed his cock against the skunk's foot paw a bit. Tickling: check.
Alek stood up, thinking about what was next. Ah, right. Alek padded idly over to the nightstand, drew out the box cutter again - not making a big deal about it this time. He deftly flicked it through Dennis' boxers, then quickly yanked them off, allowing the skunk's hard penis to stand at attention, dribbling pre, much like the cat's own.
"Seems like you're enjoying this," Alek said, slowly fondling the skunk's cock, which made his own twitch. He lightly brushed up and down the sleek black member's length, from the base all the way up to the tip, teasing the skunk. He rubbed again, this time wrapping his thumb and index finger around the skunk's cock and squeezing a bit. He heard the skunk pant as he slowly drew his hand up and down the skunk's member, speeding up a little with each repetition. When he got going really fast, and the skunk thrust, just a little, into his paw, the cat stopped and padded idly over to the dresser. Teasing: check.
The cat grabbed three small items from the dresser's bottom drawer. He prowled back over to the skunk, now whining in desperate need. The cat was mostly hard, but he contained his own lust for a bit longer. He placed the cock ring and the two clothespins down on the bed between the skunk's legs, unsure if Dennis could see or not. He leaned down and slowly slid the cock ring over the skunk's penis and balls, sliding it down the six inches or so on the skunk and around his twin orbs. The cat smiled and idly twitched his tail as the skunk gasped at this new sensation, and made small noises as his balls were drawn through the small plastic ring. Hehe, if he liked that...
Alek picked up a clothespin and spread it wide, closing its jaws across the one of the skunk's newly-stretched testicles. Dennis' body jerked as he made a sound that came out like mmmrrphh! through the ball gag. Without hesitation or mercy, Alek quickly attached the other clothespin to Dennis' other testicle, allowing it to bite down on the skunk's nut. The cat then pressed the claw of his index finger into the base of the skunk's shaft - not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make the skunk feel it. Alek smiled as he slowly drew the claw up Dennis' cock, pressing hard and scratching the skin. Dennis twitched and yelled, the noises mostly muffled by the gag. The skunk pulled at his restraints, but it did him no good. Alek added his thumb's claw to scratch at Dennis' cock on the way back down, causing more twitching and cries. C&BT: check.
"Had enough, my pet?" Alek smiled and looked back up at the skunk's muzzle, red now with either strain or further blushing - Alek couldn't really tell. He looked a little sweaty - a certain gleam in that beautiful black-and-white fur. Dennis panted, catching his breath. The cat walked over to the dresser and withdrew another toy, slid quietly back over to the bed and pulled some lubricant from the nightstand drawer. Alek knelt over his pet on the bed and brushed the skunk's soft tail, splayed out next to Dennis by the way Alek had ripped off his pants. Then Alek reached down below the skunk's throbbing, teased cock and applied some lubricant at the skunk's tailhole, conveniently left wide open by the spread-eagle restraints. He teased the skunk by rubbing the lube all across that little hole, but never entering.
Then Alek grabbed the small, egg-shaped vibrator from his other paw and, without ceremony, popped it in the skunk's tailhole. Dennis arched his back as the egg slid past his barrier on just enough lube, gasping for breath. Alek's tail twitched in amusement as he rubbed the skunk's belly with his left paw, and grabbed the controller for the vibrator in his right, turning it on and up until he could hear the faint buzz of the egg-shaped thing. Dennis moaned in pleasure again, his slick black cock dribbling more pre all the way down to the ring Alek had placed on it. The clothespins attached to Dennis' balls vibrated along with the toy inside the skunk. Toys: check.
Alek sighed as his lover twitched and moaned under the influence of the vibe and the matching clothespins. He stayed that way a moment, stroking the skunk's soft fuzzy chest, savoring this flash of absolute pleasure as his lover became lost in sensations. The skunk was clearly enjoying this. Well... next, next...
The cat shifted around on the bed, going back to kneel between the skunk's legs again. As the bed shifted, the skunk looked up at him, those adorable eyes curious and hopeful.
"Well, pet - time for me to mark you. If you're a good boy I may untie you for a bit," the cat nearly purred as the skunk's ears drooped and eyes widened. Dennis wasn't sure about this. Alek figured tonight was all experimentation anyway, so why not? He gripped his hard member and tried to relax his bladder a bit - a hard thing to do when one's cock is rock-solid! Alek closed his eyes and focused, and eventually felt the stream begin to flow out of him.
His warm, nearly-clear urine splashed across Dennis' cock first. Alek drew the stream slowly up the skunk, soaking his crotch, his soft, fuzzy belly, and his chest, soaking through the business tie he still wore. He continued onwards, the thin stream spewing from his stiff cock to splatter on the skunk's neck and finally across his furry cheeks. Dennis closed his eyes at the last minute and relaxed his head, taking the pee on his nose, his forehead, under his chin, and on the ball gag. Alek was sure some of that leaked into the skunk's mouth, but Dennis hardly acknowledged it. Dennis moaned a bit as the warm liquid splashed across his face, then back down his chest before Alek began to run dry. Alek surveyed his work, sniffing the light scent of his own piss wafting off the warm, wet skunk beneath him. Watersports: check.
"Hmm, that's a good boy," the cat said to his lover, his tail twitching in the air. He sidled slowly off the bed and began detaching the ankle cuffs from the skunk. Dennis didn't make a move - he just lie there and moaned, the vibrator and the clothespins and now the warm pee all over his body keeping him blissfully occupied.
"Now, you are not to remove anything I have put on or in you, my pet," the cat commented as he stepped up to the right side of the bed and began unlocking the skunk's left wrist restraint. "You are to obey my orders exactly. Failure will be punished." Dennis looked over at him, and Alek put on his most mischievous smile - very mischievous, even for a cat. He unlocked the cuff and walked around to the other side of the bed to undo the last one. Alek sat down on the bed next to the skunk and untied the last cuff. The skunk, realizing he was finally free, stretched a bit and rolled onto his side facing the black cat. He scratched idly at the cat's chest, moaning in pleasure around the ball gag he did not remove. Alek was glad he had taken care of the pissing business earlier - his cock was now hard beyond hope. The sexy little skunk, soaked and gagged beneath him - it was almost too much to bear.
Alek walked over to the dresser and returned to the bed with a leash and collar, and a set of leather-and-plush handcuffs. He attached the collar just above the skunk's tie, tightening it significantly. Dennis whimpered a bit more, and Alek loosened it just a little. The black cat sat down on the bed again and pointed to the floor next to the nightstand. "Down," he commanded.
Dennis obeyed promptly, sliding off the bed to kneel on the floor between the cat's legs, his fuzzy tail laid out behind him. "Stay," he said as he pulled Dennis' arms behind the skunk and tied the cuffs on, not bothering to lock them in place. "Good boy," Alek said, reaching around the skunk's muzzle to detach the ball gag. He slid it off slowly, and caught Dennis taking a last lick of it. Alek set it on the bed beside him, then pointed at his own rock-hard penis. "Suck," he ordered. Dominance / submission: check.
The skunk went to it with gusto, leaning forward to immediately take Alek's cock into his mouth, lapping with that soft skunk tongue at Alek's tip. Dennis quickly swallowed up the rest of Alek's eight inches, taking the dick in his throat all the way to Alek's soft fur. Alek leaned his head back and sighed in pleasure, the feelings rippling out from his groin to the rest of his body as the skunk sucked him off. Up and down, up and down the skunk's lips traveled across the length of Alek's cock, and his eager tongue licked across it, sending waves of pleasure throughout the cat.
Alek wanted to share the joy, however, and reached out with his foot paws to stroke the skunk's erect member. He squished it ever so slightly between his right foot and left, rubbing just a bit to give the skunk a little foot job. Dennis moaned in pleasure around Alek's penis, not slowing down a bit. Alek could feel the pre dribbling out of him, and felt a hot spike of pleasure as each drop was licked up by the skunk between his legs. The skunk moaned as his cock slid between Alek's soft, fleshy paws with each suck, the member squished daintily between the cat's feet. The sight of Dennis, bound and willingly sucking, moaning in pleasure at being a submissive little pet, brought Alek close to climax quicker than he had imagined.
"Stop," Alek commanded. The moaning skunk may not have heard him, though. He kept going, licking and sucking on Alek's member, leaning in and out and straining at his bonds. "Stop!" Alek ordered more urgently as his balls tightened, getting ready to explode all over that sexy skunk face... no! Not yet!
"STOP!" Alek grabbed the skunk by his hair and dragged the little pet off his cock - something that was almost painful as his cock suddenly lost that wonderful stimulation. Dennis smiled a little bit. Bastard. Alek glared down at him, then waggled a finger. "Bad boy," he said. "Now I'll have to punish you."
Alek abruptly stood up and dragged the skunk to his feet by his hair. Unbalanced, the skunk squealed in mild pain at the treatment. Alek showed no mercy, and dragged the skunk across the room to the closet door. It had always been a little small and tight, but now that was gonna be damn convenient. On reaching the door, Alek let go of the skunk's hair and grabbed the skunk's tie, tightening it until Dennis made a little gagging noise. Then the cat ripped open the closet door, dragged the tie and attached skunk to the top, and shut it. It worked better than Alek had hoped - Dennis stood on his tippy-toes, gasping a bit, lodged face-first against the door. The vibrator's controller hung from his tailhole and occasionally banged against the clothespins attached to his balls. Dennis was clearly pretty uncomfortable - and sexy. Breath play: check.
Alek wasted no time - he walked over to the bed and reached underneath for the toy he wasn't sure he would use. He grabbed the whip out from its storage place and uncoiled it, feeling its tight cord drop to the floor. Dennis, still gasping for breath over by the closet door, heard nothing.
"Now, time for your punishment," Alek announced, and cracked the whip against the skunk's back, above his cuffed wrists. Dennis yelled in pain, arching his back against the door for enough air to scream. The whip was just a toy, purchased at some bondage store - Alek knew it wouldn't break the skunk's flesh, but it probably did hurt like a sonofabitch. "One!" Alek yelled at the skunk, cringing a bit as he thought of his neighbors being disturbed - but he couldn't break the mood. His cock would be hard for months if they stopped now.
Alek cracked the whip again, hitting the skunk square between the shoulder blades. "Two!" he said as he watched the skunk's tail and the vibrator controller flail as the skunk squirmed and whimpered. Again the whip snapped out from him hand, this time hitting Dennis' toned calves, weakening his stance so that the skunk had to relax - and stop breathing. "Three!" Alek announced, waiting just a moment to hear the skunk gag. S&M: check.
The black cat dropped the whip and took three quick steps over to Dennis, reached around and opened the door to the closet. The skunk stumbled back into him, nearly collapsing backward with lack of air and balance.
"Easy, easy," Alek whispered soothingly as he loosened the tie and slid it gently over the skunk's head. "It's over now... you're going to be a good boy now, right?"
Dennis coughed, once, and nodded, making an mmm-hmmm sound wordlessly. Alek reached around to hug the bound skunk, pressing the skunk close to him with his big, strong muscles. Dennis sighed contentedly, even as Alek's cock pressed up against his tail, and Alek's paws tweaked the skunk's still-wet nipples. Alek noted that Dennis had not softened during any of this, and seemed harder now than ever. Alek was little different, after having watched his love squirm and gasp and make all kinds of pleasant noises.
The feline spun the pair around to face the pain, and gently walked them both forwards until he could shove Dennis face-first into the covers - his head landing next to the residue of some of the night's earlier activities. The skunk whimpered a bit as the clothespins adjusted to his new, bentver position, and not too kindly.
Alek grabbed some of the lube off the nightstand and quickly coated his cock with it. With little ceremony, he lifted the skunk's tail and yanked out the vibrator, quickly sliding his penis in all the way. Dennis moaned pleasantly as Alek spread him open, hilting himself within the skunk's tail hole. Alek let out a breath as the warm skunk sheathed his cock, feeling a warm buzz spread throughout his whole body. He slid slowly out, then slammed back in again, shoving Dennis forward onto the bed (and eliciting a squeal, probably from the clothespins adjusting themselves again).
Alek looked down for a moment to watch his cock slide out of his lover, and grabbed ahold of Dennis' leash and his bound wrists. He grasped high on the leash with his right hand in order to stretch it tightly along the skunk's back. Dennis moaned in pleasure as Alek slammed back into him, shoving him forward against the collar and letting the buzz of sexual pleasure rip through his body.
Alek moved faster now, pulling out and slamming back in, spreading the skunk open all the way, shoving him forward into discomfort and even a little pain. Alek couldn't make himself care any more, though - he was lost in the bliss of fucking his pet, the fire of ecstasy spreading from his cock through his whole body. Pull out, slam in, pull out, slam in. Out, slam, out, slam, out, SLAM! Dennis pitched forward on the bed, yelling something to the effect of "God, yes! YES! Ahhh!"
Alek, barely thinking, reached around the skunk with his left paw (his right still securing the skunk's bound wrists and leash) and grasped his slick black cock tightly. He pawed furiously and quickly, hoping the skunk would come when he did. Alek kept fucking him, out and SLAM, out and SLAM, pawing furiously at the adorable fur, sensing the explosion of climax getting closer and closer.
"Aaaahhh!" Dennis yelled into the covers as Alek felt him cum. Ooze spewed all over the cat's paw, and Alek grasped the skunk tightly, riding out Dennis' orgasm. Alek slammed harder and harder, feeling the sensations build into their final crescendo. He pulled out quickly and slammed in once, twice more - and finally felt release as the orgasm rushed through him. Every muscle in Alek's body contracted, from the paw still gripping Dennis' cock to his pre-slicked toes. The feelings rushed over him - bliss, pleasure, joy, love... All pounded through him like a tidal wave. Alek collapsed forward on top of Dennis, turning their sexual romp into a deep, warm-hearted cuddle.
Both furs breathed heavily, not moving for a few minutes. Finally, Alek released Dennis' cock and moved down to slowly take off the clothespins from the skunk's balls.
"Thanks," Dennis said, still panting a bit.
"Couldn't leave those on forever, I guess," the black cat smiled, still in the postrgasmic haze of sheer joy.
"For everything," Dennis said, "For all this - it was great."
Alek just smiled, nearly tearing up in gratefulness that he had pleased his love. He slowly slid out of the skunk (making an effort to do so, as sensitive as he was), and turned the bound skunk around.
"You're welcome," the cat said, leaning down to kiss the skunk. Their lips sealed, and their tongues crossed, lapping gently at each other to show their mutual affection. It went on for minutes - their anniversary kiss.
When they were done, Alek pulled back a bit to survey the skunk. Still a tad moist from being pissed on, wrists bound behind him, and the cock ring keeping the skunk hard, if oversensitive and totally unready. His foot paws still had some pre on them. God he was so sexy - Alek was nearly hard again. Perhaps in a little.
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Celes' Night
Celes walked through the halls of the Air base, most everyone had gone to bed or left for their homes by now, and the base was abandoned except for the night watch. Her own living area was inside the bas itself; She was a technician after all, one of the best, besides Slippy toad and Peppy Hare. She sighed, thinking of them, the fact that they were home with loved ones, Peppy had Annie. Slippy had Croakella. She had nothing but her books. And her dreams...
But, oh what sensual dreams they were. Her alone, with the one man she loves. His body chiseled out of what must've been the very mountain of the gods. His firm grip holding her tightly, but gently. She looked into his eyes, and they kissed deeply...
Celes Shook the last images away, it was only that... a Dream. "What would he see in me?" she thought, and sighed again. She looked up and saw the card slot beeping a silent red light at her, she took out her ID card and placed it into the slot, a green light beeped, then the door opened. She continued her walk, thinking about her task at hand. Late night check of computer systems, it wasn't really her choice... stupid straws...
She rounded the corner and saw a light on in the control room; she stopped and held her breath. An intruder? A spy? Or maybe just one of the guards searching for stuff on the net? "Hopefully the latter...", she thought. She slowed down and poked her head around thaw corner, and froze. "Oh... gods..." she whispered as she saw the young male raccoon sitting at a computer typing on the keyboard. She held her breath, "oh boy oh boy oh boy..." She said to herself, "C'mon, Celes. Go in there... talk to him." she thought. "Easier said than done. Brain." She whispered to herself. She gulped and stood up, her mouth suddenly dry. She shook her head, "Job. Comes first..." Celes said...
"Unless he does as well..." She giggled at the thought, and then straightened up and she heard the chair inside the room turn. "Hello?" A male voice said, her heart stopped for a moment. "Oh... err... Hi." Celes said as she rounded the corner, and looked him straight in the eyes. She stopped, unable to say anything else, except, "Bleeeah..."
Sam's forehead scrunched up and an eyebrow raised, "you okay, Celes?"
She blinked, and shook her head, "Oh. Um. Yeah. I... I'm fine..." She smiled, "just here doing some routine system checks." she smiled as she sat across from him, and turned on the monitor, the system. She stared at him, seeing how quickly his hands moved over the keyboard, and getting erotic ideas about the keyboard being her body, every press, every touch, every brush. She yelped.
Sam looked dup in surprise, "Celes? What happened?"
She cast her face downward, blushing furiously under the fur, "Err. I. I stubbed. My. Toe..." She said in a low voice, and then quickly looked at the monitor as the prompt came up, and keyed in her password and information. Sam was still looking at her.
"Celes. I know something bothering you; you've acted odd for a little while now, and I'm worried. Maybe your over worked..." Sam said
"No, I'm not overworked." she said, then lowered her voice, "Though. I'd like to be..."
Sam still looked at her, "Celes, I'm your friend here... tell me, what bothering you?"
"Well." Celes looked up. "It's now or never girl..." Her mind 'said', and she gritted her teeth... "I. I've. Got a... cru... sh. on you." She said quickly.
Sam looked at her, surprised, "Celes..." she looked up, "I know. It's. It's really stupid I know. You're about 2 years older than me... I'm sorry... never mind I said anything." She went back to the computer, as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
Sam shook his head, and got up. "Celes... I." He came around to her back, and put his hand son her shoulders, and started to rub them a little, "Well... I. Guess. I like you too." She looked up at him, her violet eyes watery. He smiled, and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead gently. She smiled.
"Sam." She said, "Could you... do that again? Here..." She put her finger to her mouth. He smile sand leaned over, gently kissing he mouth. Then he felt her tongue pressing against his lips, He smiled and closed his eyes and took her tongue with his. Celes moaned, the feeling sending small jolt of pleasure through out her body. He ended the kiss and sat in the chair next to her, smiling a little. She sighed and looked at him, "Are you always this spontaneous?" She smiled
He looked at her, "Are you?" A half smile on his face. She giggled a little. He looked at her, and then when forward to hug her. They embraced, for long moments, holding each other, until she leaned over into his ear and whispered, "Are you spontaneous enough to take me?"
His eyes widened, and he loosened his embrace, "what?"
Celes looked at him, "Sammy... I want you..." She leaned forward and kissed him in the lips lightly.
Sam was taken aback by this, "Celes... are you... sure?" He said, "I mean. Totally sure about this?" she nodded, perhaps a little too much, cause he shook his head, giggling. She leaned forward, kissing him again, sneaking her hand underneath his shirt. He looked at her in surprise, "HERE?"
She smiled, "I think it's... kinky..." She said with a sly smile, "I've always wondered how this would be... just the thrill of getting caught..."She looked at him, "What this would feel like, really..."
Sam looked at her, "your a virgin?" She nodded slowly. "Oh..." Sam looked up, "Well, I guess I'm kind of honored..." Celes looked up at him confusedly. "Well, You want to be your first..."
Celes looked at him squarely, "Can I ask you something?" Sam nodded. "What... Why... well... umm... what do. You see in me anyway? I mean. I'm so. Normal..." she sighed.
Sam looked at her, "That's why I guess... you are normal. Nothing special, your just... well... yourself. And you don't tee to be anyone else..." He smiled at her, and kissed her gently. She sighed and rubbed his chest fur under the shirt. He smiled and took her hands, putting them to her sides, then reached over and touched her breasts, stroking them slowly. She moaned and grabbed his wrists. He reached down to her sides and lifted off the shirt, a purple lace bra underneath, He grinned, "You like that color, huh?"
She smiled and blushed a little. "It suits you..." He reached over and she lifted his own shirt off, then Celes reached behind her, and helped him unbuckle the bra strap. She sighed as he removed the bra, her little pink nipple raised already from the kiss earlier, he stroked them, and tweaked them a little, sending little jolt of excitement through her body. She whimpered a little, feeling a wetness flow from her crotch. She embraced Sam, clutching him tightly. He grabbed her and held her close, "Celes, if you're not ready..." He said.
"It's. It's just so... intoxicating..." She breathed, "Incre.. dible..." she was breathing hard already, short of breath, but she wanted, no. Needed to go father. She looked up and kissed his chest. He was a good 4 inches taller than she, and more muscular. She ran her hands through his chest fur, down to his abdomen, the breathed in, and slipped her hands under his slack pants. She felt his maleness, growing harder at her touch, and she heard him breath out deeply. She smiled and slowly raised her hand, and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor silently, and she looked up at him.
"Celes..." Sam said, but was silenced as she put a finger to his mouth. "Quite... I already told you. w... what I want..." She said, removing her own trousers, she looked up and smiled at him, then lowered herself down to his crotch, sneaking a paw down into her undergarments. She pulled down his underwear and smiled. "You sure you know what you doing?" Sam looked at her. "Hey... I've been through the class... and I've even got some videos..." Sam looked at her surprised, she just smiled.
She took his manhood into her paw, and put it into her mouth, suckling on the head as she rubbed her own sex. They both moaned. Sammy leaned back against the desk, looking at her head bobbing up and down on his cock, he smiled, "You know, Celes, It's been a while since I've been with a woman..." She paused for a moment, released him and looked up, "Thanks..." And she went back to her teasing. Her tongue rubbing the underside of it as she suckled on the head, and enjoyed to the fullest. She was also us rubbing her clit, her fingers working up and down the mound, caressing the lips and rubbing into her sex. She moaned inspire of herself, enjoying all of these sensations, not as if masturbation was anything new for her, but this circumstance was different. Sammy was also moaning once in a while as she stroked him in her mouth, her teeth rubbing against it, not causing pain, but rather an unusual pricking sensation, and this mixing with her warmth was an interesting blend of sensations. He felt the knot grow within his sac, he gasped, "stop... Please Celes... Stop..." He panted.
"Did... Did I do something? Wrong?" she asked worriedly, removing her hand from her crotch. He shook his head, "No... It's just that... well... your missing out on all the action..." He grabbed her hand, and licked her fingers clean of her sweet nectar. She smiled, and kissed him. He walked over, and clean off a mostly empty desk with a sweep of his arm. The lead her over and lied her down on the table. "Ohm... Sammy..." she moaned as she felt him sliding her panties off, and yelped when she felt his rough tongue on her sex, going up the mound slowly, and coming down again. Caressing and flicking, tickling and tantalizing. She put her hands on his head, Cumming softly with every pass of his tongue over her already hard clitoris, Pleasure filling her to the very brim of her soul. He moved up one hand, and held her open, while the other softly stroked his maleness to ensure it hardness. She moaned, "Sammy. S... Stop fucking around... Eat. Me." He stopped for a moment, and then dug in with all his force, licking and rubbing with everything he had, like she was a triple dip ice cream cone in 104-degree weather. She moaned and purred with every lick and touch, until she felt the pain in her lower stomach, and it radiated south, towards her sopping wet sex... she knew she was going to.
Come! She screeched loudly, "ahh ahh AHHHHHHHHHH!" As Sammy licked her sweet nectar up happily, it drips on the desk and his muzzle. She was breathing raggedly, her eyes closed tight, looking as if he was just raped by a horde of people, "Ohm... gods... yes..." Sammy took a few more licks and got up, wiping his mouth off with his arm, and smiling. "Sa... Sam." she looked up at him, her violet eyes full of a passion, even in this half closed State. "You. Are good... those videos. Must Help..." Sammy Smiled. Celes also smiled and looked at him, then opened herself wide, "fuck... me... take me... do what you will... just. Make me yours... forever..." She pleaded.
Sammy looked at this pries, and then to his cock. He grabbed her by the sides, slid her to the end of the table, and placed the head at her sex. She looked at him, suddenly feeling the head of his dick at her entrance. "Hold on... Love..." He said as he slowly pushed forward, and encountered resistance. The ring of virginity holding him from her. She whimpered in pain, and pleasure. He stopped, "Celes... this will hurt like hell..." and he gave her a moment to prepare before shoving in fully breaking the ring. She yelled in pain, tears coming to her eyes. Sammy stopped as he reached the root of his manhood, "Celes. I'm. Sorry..." He said. She looked up, "D... D... don't. Say that. Just. Fuck me..." she looked at him. Sammy looked back and slowly pulled out, then back in. Her pain ebbed and was replaced by an overwhelming pleasure, "Ohm... yes... ohm. Ahhh..." She moaned. He began a rigorous screwing, slowly sliding in and out o her body, the friction of their love making make each other incredibly hot. "Gods... she tight..." Sammy thought as he made love to her. "Gods... He's. So... wonderful..." Celes sighed in her mind, before a cloud of pleasure encompassed it. Their brown and black tails twitching, their fur covered in sweat, their bodies on auto drive.
And this is how they were for long moments, rigorously fucking each other. Her hips grinding against his as he thrust intro her body over and over, the knot in his balls forming once again, then ebbing, almost annoyingly, then coming back. She moaned as she came, hard, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!" She grabbed him and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. He pulled out, panting. She looked up at him, very hurt, "hey..." He smiled as he got her off the table, and bent her over, "Ohm... Sammy... I. Ahh!" she yelped, as she felt him invade her anus. She relaxed and tried let him in though, before long, his head was buried in her ass. Her tail twitching, and her raccoon mask done up in apparent effort, "Ohhh... gods... Sammy... Ahhhh... please." He smiled, "relax... don't worry... just go with it, it won't hurt for long." She tried to take his advice, but it was very difficult. But, they managed, and he was going in and out of her anus as she leaned down and played with her sex once again, both of them moaning aloud. Sammy looked down at her, "Celes... I'm. Going to... Coo... AAHHHH!" He thrust into her a final time as he felt every shot of come load up, and then gets squeezed out in jets. As she felt this, she also came, dripping o the floor of the control room.
They stayed connected like this for a few moments, he leaned over and kissed her back, and she was just bent over, panting harshly. "G. G. gods... Sammy..." She said in a ragged voice, "That... was... INCREDIBLE..." She smiled, her eyes half closed. He pulled out, "you weren't bad yourself, for a 20 year old..." He smiled, "Celes?" He looked over at her sleeping form, bent over on the desk, " He smiled, and picked up their clothes, and her. He walked out into the halls, and saw a guard there, looking at them both; he smiled at him, "Hey, Speed."
"Sammy?" speed grinned, "Okay... I get the picture. I'll clean it up in there..." Sammy nodded thanks and departed for his room, Celes in his hands. And he grinned as he heard Speed's voice, "Man! You own me one Sam!"
She awoke the next morning, "Ohm... yeah..." She sat up and stretched, feeling her back pop in several areas, a momentary pain, but then relief. She looked around, a simple room, a large bed, a phone nearby, and a clock blinking 12:00 over and over; she glanced at her watch, and set the correct time. "9:30. Am." She said, she got up, her rear aching a little, but otherwise none the worse for wear. She found a robe and donned it, walking out into a room with a nice nature scene adorning the walls. "Sammy?" She called. There was no answer; she looked around more, finding the kitchen. She opened the fridge, and took out two eggs, checking the day. "Saturday, good... a day off..." she smiled and broke the eggs into the skillet. Suddenly, she felt two hands on her shoulders, and she yelped, spinning around to attack the person there, but the wrists grabbed her by black furred paws. "C'mon Celes... you don't really want to hurt me do yaw, honey?" Sammy leaned over and kissed her.
"You ASSHOLE!" she giggled, "You scared the living SHIT out of me!" Sammy laughed. She leaned over and kissed him deeply, "you want some eggs, baby?" She smiled. Sammy nodded, "Yeah. Baby..." and reached down under the robe and started to caress her mound. "Hey! I didn't mean those eggs!" She giggled, "go sit down, Breakfast is almost ready!" She commanded smiling. "Yes, Master!" Sammy said, and walked off like a slave in trouble. "Oh. Cut that out!" she said, and then laughed, as did he. She came in, two hot plates of Eggs, bacon, and sautéed mushrooms. And they sat there, eating, and giggling about jokes and other things...
Later... is another story...
EL FIN
Badger Connolly, Monday, August 24, 1998 11:28:52 PM Celes, Sammy, and Speed, are characters created by the author. Please ask permission before using them. Slippy Frog, and Peppy hare are copyrighted 1993, 1997 Nintendo of America, used without permission. | Celes' Night by Blackpaw Badger | [
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Request from a good and much loved buddy, Dimi Hope he likes it
Experience
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A rabbit sighed as the walked in the July summer sun as it glared down.
"Man its hot today..." He muttered to himself, looking around as people walked past in the busy streets of town that he paid no attention to. Why should he? No one was paying attention to him either. And why should they? They have their own lives to worry about, deadlines to meet and problems to solve.
The rabbit padded along the sidewalk; currently wishing he owned some form of transportation as he watched the cars whiz by, pouting immaturely at them in jealously. The lagomorpha had white fur on most of his body; round his ears and patches around his eyes, arms and thighs were spotted brown randomly in dark little blotches. His head hair was the same brown that spotted his fur and his eyes were a bright emerald encrusted green, full of youthful childish energy and life. As for age, the rabbit is 20 years old, and not a very tall fellow, but not short. He liked to think of himself as average for a rabbit's height.
He wasn't what you call a muscled buff stud, but he wasn't exactly...well, manly looking, to begin with. The rabbit had, a little shamefully and bashfully, been supporting a rather effeminate look for himself. He didn't mean to, just, his body never seemed to grow much muscle; it only slimed down and kept it lithe and trim. Maybe that was a genetic thing, the rabbit would wonder to himself silently. It wasn't like he worked out heavily, but he did work out. He enjoyed running, feeling the wind in his fur and caring about nothing else besides moving forward, like he would like to live his life, by moving forward.
Unfortunately this made him look like a bit of a girl. In fact, many people wagered that if he put on girl clothes, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was a male at all! But the rabbit didn't want that. It's not like he wanted to broadcast it to the whole world that he was a homosexual by dressing up in lingerie and short miniskirts. Never before had he worn them, and never before did he pant to! All he wore today was a plain white light T-shirt, some nice cool breezy shorts that had boxers under them and some comfortable shoes.
The life of this rabbit wasn't too complicated, but it wasn't completely planned out either. Being as young as he was, he wasn't sure just where he was going with his life yet. There were so many possibilities he had, especially if you came from a rich family that made its best effort to support your studies, cater to your whims and hope that you prospered. The only problem with that was you always had this large expectation to fill. It was a good things his parents weren't completely hell bent on making him a success, and supported his ideas as they found him to be a bright young lad...even though they secretly wanted their son to flourish like they had, because that's what every parent wants. They want what's best for their child, but at the same time mixed with what they personally would like for them.
The rabbit looked up, realising that he should stop walking as he had reached his destination.
The Gym.
Quietly, a rabbit named Theodore Gregory, opened the glass doors and stepped inside.
\A short moment of admin later
"Theodore right?" An elder looking bear said,
"Yea, that's me" Theodore replied, looking up at the other man that was a good foot taller than he was. There the two stood near the entrance desk of the gym. It was a lot livelier than it was usually. It was probably because of the heat, the gym had an air conditioning system, to generally keep the people inside cool after working their muscles off, and it was a refreshing breeze compared to the sun outside.
Theodore really couldn't help idly shifting his gaze at watch the people, specifically men, bettering their bodies. Muscled tigers pumping iron, buff canines flexing their exquisite muscle framework and strong-backed Orcas diving in and out of the pool with ease, shredding through the water like it was paper. That was forever the one good most important benefit of gyming when you're gay. Lots and lots of eye candy, since most of the people there were male. The rabbit smiled to himself.
"You mind if I call you Theo? Theodore sounds too formal for my likes," The bear said with a soft little grumble, not angrily but just out of habit of sorts.
"I don't mind." The rabbit replied.
"Names Alphonse, Alphonse Bridges." the bear now known as Alphonse said, "But call me Al, Alphonse is way too long for my liking either." he smiled a gruff old smile.
Theo nodded softly, "Nice to meet you Al" and gently and quickly scanned the bear up with his eyes. "I take it long names annoy you?"
"That they do." The brown furred grizzly bear before him was definitely taller, by how much he would never know until he asked. He wore a little brown, lighter than his fur, hat over his head, the kind of ones that have a square like shape and a long front part that would hide his eyes if he looked down with two holes for his small circular ears to pop out on each side. Speaking of eyes, the bear's was blue, a very clear crystal blue, and as Theo's eyes casually wandered downward, he noticed the ursine's build. He looked like one of those power lifter fellows, the ones that strong massive muscled arms and legs. This fit nicely, because out of the grey tank top his arms stood defined and chiselled under the mass of dark chocolate brown fur. As for the chest, Al seemed to have a large gut down there. But that wasn't necessarily unattractive as long as he had the muscles the little weight down there was a complementary factor. That was comment for bears as well.
As Theo guessed, under the comfortable looking slightly baggy shorts a pair of strong looking legs supported the body above it and some easy maintenance sandals slipped over his feet. The entire man was quite a large thing actually; everything he had was bigger than Theo, though Theo wasn't surprised. There were LOTS of people who were bigger than him, and if the Theo rabbit had to guess an age, the bear looked like he had lived for a while, defiantly not as young as he was. He guessed somewhere in his late thirties or early forties. He had a very mature old charm to himself, and the soft easy going smile he held was likeable.
"So, what are we looking at here?" Al asked, holding a clipboard that he scribbled something on.
"Oh, I don't need like any hardcore training like..." Theo looked to the other guys, the ones with chests that were ripped to perfection "...those guys..."
Al looked down at the rabbit, eyeing gently under the veil of his cap "Just wanna stay in shape then right? Keep your figure and all?"
Theo nodded softly, "I guess I do want to keep in shape also, but I'm to lazy to make up my own schedules and stuff" the rabbit smiled childishly, as if he just admitted some big secret, "So I figured I'd get the professionals in to, uh, help me."
Al chuckled softly to himself "Professionals huh? Were you hoping to get some younger pretty athletic girl while you're at it?"
Theo wanted to laugh, loudly. Why would he want a young athletic girl? That would have been a total bummer! Ok, so maybe he was hoping on the sidelines for a hunky stud as a gym instructor, but that was just a little bonus. He really did want to keep in shape.
"I don't think so." Theo replied. At least this guy was a guy and he wasn't necessarily a bad looking one, even if he was a lot older than Theo, which was a bummer. But that just meant he could work without staring at his gym instructor, so he guessed it was for the best.
"Right then, we'll just get started won't we? I'm too old to waste time" Al said, laughing heartily at his 'joke', "We need to get your weight and things, trivial stuff to see what you're best suited for."
"I like running best sir." Theo replied.
Al raised a brow, "Why did you call me sir?"
"Because you're older than me, and I have to respect my elders." Theo said, another childish joking friendly smile showing.
"Don't call me sir, makes me feel like a grandpa." Al said, turning round and gesturing for the other to follow him.
A though passed through each of their respective brains, 'Seems like a nice guy."
\Later that week...
"You did WHAT?!" a heavily embarrassed and flustered Theodore shouted so hard that the birds outside got scared and flew away.
"I set you up on a blind date." his friend, Matthew the Labrador, said plain as day like he wasn't interested in the fact that Theo was currently fuming...or as much as fuming Theo could get. Which wasn't very intimidating especially since Matthew was, once again to add to the list of people, bigger than the rabbit.
"...Why?" Theo asked, almost afraid and more to himself than the canine 'Why? Why to whoever controls the luck in my life, why did you curse me with this?'
"Cause you need to get out there. You got the body, now work it" Matthew said, turning his gaze from his porno magazine that he so easily waved around like it was general literature. On the cover, Theo could see a muscled lion trying to stuff a deer full of his gigantic cock "Could turn out great."
"Or it could be incredibly awkward. What if the guy's a paedophile or a stalker or some kind of sadist or rapist or something else creepy and disturbing?" Theo said, still angry with his roommate.
Theo shared an apartment with Matthew, they'd been friends since High school, god only knows why it lasted that long since Matthew wasn't exactly the caring wonderful friend Theo would have wanted. He helped pay the bills, and that's all that mattered to the rabbit attending collage at the time. The less money he owed the better, even if it did come with the worse roommate in the history of forever.
"Hey, if he's a rapist at least you'll get laid." Matthew said, as if that was a good thing "I mean, look at me, I found my guy over a blind date." Matthew said, clearly more interested in whatever male pornography he was watching, funny thing was there wasn't even a hint of a bulge in his army style coloured shorts. So either Matthew was a really good at keeping his cool, or his cock was too small to make much of a difference. Which Theo very highly doubted was the latter.
"Your 'guy' has so many piercings over his body he's probably made of metal." Theo commented darkly.
"And he's fucking hot when he's nude, so shaddap and just go. If you don't like it, just leave and never speak to the dude again. No big deal." Matthew said, turning a page and raising a brown in interest. "That's how blind dates work."
"But I'm scared!" Theo whined out as his last pathetic, even to himself when he heard it leave his maw, plea to somehow call the thing off.
"Then grow a pair." Matthew replied simply.
"I hate you." Theo muttered.
"I hate you too Theo, is this the part where I push you into bed and we have steamy hate sex?" Matthew said, smirking mockingly at his 'friend' while turning yet another page and smirking brighter at the view.
"AAUUGH! I GIVE UP!" Theo muttered, stood up promptly from his bed and stomped out of the room carrying some mathematics and accounting textbooks, leaving the Labrador to enjoy his view of a naked buffed up stallion thoroughly muzzlefucking and cumming into a rabbit, who incidentally by looks alone, reminded Matthew of Theo.
\The very next day, in the late evening...
"Ok...just calm down Theodore..." The rabbit said to himself, out loud but not loud enough for people to look at him like was a freak, "You can do this...you can, you're old enough. You're allowed to go on dates, yeah, even if you don't know who the person is, you can still do this."
Theo sat, trying to look casual and not so nervous his teeth were chattering, failing slightly, on a bench near a bus stop. That's where Matthew said he would meet the guy, a bus stop near their apartment. It was all incredibly nerve wrecking and insane not to mention just plain crazy, but Theodore didn't want to stand the guy up even if it wasn't his fault the date was happening. Still, Theodore didn't know who the guy was yet. He could be passing up a really great guy if he hadn't come and that would have been unfair to both himself and the great guy whoever he may be. But he wondered if a great guy actually needed a blind date. Or they just did it for shits and giggles, and maybe find someone they like. Either way, Theo wasn't exactly having high hopes.
It wasn't too late, the sun was still out, but barely, people were pretty much done with their shifts at hellhole of a work and hurrying home to collapse onto something or someone waiting for them. People were once again too busy to notice a lone rabbit waiting at a bus stop bench. That had always been the case for Theo; he wasn't exactly someone who stood out often. He blended in with the crowd easily, being nothing special most of the time. And he sorta liked it that way. He didn't need a truckload of attention to make him feel special or secure. It would be nice, he would admit to himself, one in a while.
Theo looked down at himself. He wasn't dressed too badly. He hoped it said 'It's nice to meet you, but I'm not too excited and desperate about all this', a shirt with a neat looking hoody to keep him warm, and some casual looking blue jeans, nothing too formal and nothing to informal. But once again, this is what he hoped it looked like.
"Eem...you waiting for a date?" Someone said from behind him in a deep tone, and Theo jumped out of his seat in shock. He didn't look behind him though, because something...something just seemed a bit off. Well, even more off than the whole thing all together.
'...Where have I heard that voice before...?' he wondered. It sounded so familiar. But then he guessed he better not just stand there, not facing the guy like a moron. So with a little hesitancy and having to push his legs a tad to swerve, he turned round.
What he saw gave him the mental picture of his brain dislocating its jaw in it's gaping.
"A-Alphonse?" Theo said in exquisite mix of surprise, awkwardness and disbelief.
The elder bear's eyes were filled with confusion and shock. Over his normal signature brown cap he wore a black shirt with a light looking jacket of the same colour to cover it. A faded old pair of dark green jeans covered his legs snugly and some comfortable looking boots, not leather. "Theo?"
Theo blinked, over and over again, trying to think of what the HELL you're supposed to do when you are set up on a blind date with someone you already know. Was that even supposed to happen? Wasn't there some kind of unwritten ruling against that kind of stuff when blind dates were made? The whole point of it was to meet someone you don't know. It wasn't like he and Al were best buds or even good friends really. They were just acquaintances. He supposed it would have been more awkward if they knew each other in more detail
'Oh my god...what now? It's bad enough I know him. But he's probably twice my age!' Theo wondered 'Say something at least...' the lagomorpha thought loudly in his brain. Theo looked up at the bear about to open his mouth and form words but Al beat him too it.
"So...you're gay?" The bear asked, rather stupidly since right now it was obvious what the answer was. But after all, obvious questions are always asked in awkward situations, because any silence breaker will do when you really need it.
"Y-yea...you too?" Theo weakly replied, looking down and avoiding eye contact.
"Proud of it." The bear said, a little too optimistically for the mood at hand.
Silence came again between the two, neither one knowing quite what to say.
"Look, if it's creeping you out, which I highly doubt it isn't, I can just go and we can pretend this whole thing didn't happen." Alphonse said suddenly, looking seriously.
"No...you don't have to do that..." Theo said, not sure why he was being his normal polite self instead of taking the offer that was just given to him that sounded way more tempting. He supposed either way the next time they saw each other at the gym it would still be a little bit awkward either they went forward or back. "I mean, it's not like we have to go on a...you know...real date" Theo said in his defence "We could just...I donno, hang out and become better friends, I guess? I mean, it'd be a shame to waste your time since you came all the way out here and it's not like I was expecting much anyway, since my friend tricked me into this..." Theo rambled on mindlessly.
"Your friend you say?" Al said curiously.
"Yea, my roommate things I'm not social enough and that it's not healthy" Theo muttered agitatedly, making bunny ear hand gesture emphasis on 'social'.
"So this was against your will?" Al asked again.
"Mostly yes. Don't take it the wrong way Alphonse, but the only reason I came was because I don't want to be the kind of person that stands people up" Theo said, feeling nervous because what he just said still didn't sound too nice, "Would have at least tried to get along with someone."
"Polite young chap, aren't you?" Al said with a soft smile and an amused chuckle.
Theo blushed gently in his snowy, and a little brown, cheeks "I try. It comes with the personality trait."
"What in blue blazes names would make you want to hang out with this old coot in the first place boy?" Al said with a rather pleasant smile.
"No social life?" Theo offered, attempting to be funny, in a weird kind of way.
Al looked at the younger man for a moment, then shrugged to himself, "Aw what the hey, I don't have much to do tonight either" the ursine smiled warmly down at the rabbit "You got any ideas where to go? It's starting to get chilly out here."
"There's a nice little coffee shop a few blocks down. All I can think of right now" The rabbit said, trying to be positive and make the best of it.
Al grinned teasingly at the younger male, "Sounds pretty much like a date to me, boy" giving him a light judgemental look.
Theodore's cheeks darkened in red, becoming mildly irate quickly "You think of something then, how two guys going ANYWHERE together alone does not become an assumed date" he crossed his arms, trying hard to lessen his blush. "Least if we sit someone it will look more like I'm your foster child or something like that..."
Al chuckled loudly, seeming to have relaxed a great deal, "You prove a valid point there, boy. Very well, lead the way and I shall follow."
"Will you quit calling me boy?" Theo asked as he started walking over the pavement.
"You called me Sir, its payback." Al said positively, "Besides; compared to me you are a boy. Sir is for those formal stuffy types." the bear said as he trotted up along beside the other.
Theo stuck his paws into his hoody's pockets for warmth and kept his line of sight forward, not avoiding eye contact with the bear per say, but it made it a lot easier to think straight about what he just got himself into: bonding time with his older 'friend'. It was better than staying home he guessed.
The walk was silent mostly besides the small sounds of footsteps and light breathing, as both of them seemed in their own world in the rapidly approaching night. By the time they reached the little quaint looking caf copyright the sun had just about set, the last traces of its rays hitting the ground before the stars came out to play.
The inside was warm and inviting compared to the cold world outside. A few furs sat here and there drinking whatever and looking out the window or reading the newspaper, some chatting to each other. Some light jazz played in the background almost inaudibly and the air smelt like a mix between chocolate cake and coffee. The seats were mostly black cheap looking ones surrounding a table in a corner while a few more little metal stools with the same black plush on the top stood in front of the large counter. Behind the counter a few waitresses looking tired and wishing to return home did their shift while chattering away, having the time since the place was nowhere near packed.
As Theo and his partner for the night sat down, an idling cat waitress sprung into action and asked if they wanted anything to drink. She didn't seem too enthusiastic, but not unfriendly looking either. Theo just asked for some tea, brand not mattering while Al got himself a cappuccino. She didn't write it down and strolled away quietly, and left the two male in their silence once more.
It was Al who broke the silence again, "How old are you anyway boy?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that 'sir'" Theo grinned, satisfied at the glare, "I turned 20 about two months ago, you?"
"42, alive and kicking for as long as possible." Al replied, watching as the sun disappeared completely and the night sky was all that was left of it.
Theo nodded as he held this new piece of information, 'Ok...so he IS more than double your age...so what can I ask him...' the rabbit pondered for seconds before opening his maw "Got any history?"
"Hmm?" The bear said turned his head
"42 is a long enough to have at least a halfway life story, care to share? Will make the night longer I hope."
Alphonse smirked softly "Just cuz I'm old doesn't mean I have a batch of stories about my youth just yet boy, but yea I do have a bit of a history if you don't mind hearing it"
"All ears." Theo said, purposely flopping his long straight rabbit ears up and down with his hands and making the other laugh.
"Well I originated in France actually, you can tell since my name is frenchish". Theo nodded, showing his attention, "Childhood wasn't all that special, went to school, got my grades, tackled with my sexually, graduated, normal stuff everyone faces and joined the army not too soon after."
"You were in the army?" Theo asked, looking amazed
"Did I not just say so boy? A few pretty good years I might add, serving my country and all that crap. A few gruesome sights naturally, but once you see it, the second time isn't so bad." Al paused and smirked softly, "It's true what they say about the military by the way, with mainly men around 'exploring' yourself is quite easy, and most of those men have something good looking working for them." the bear chuckled as if he was drifting off into a memory while Theo, surprisingly attentive, listened.
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ng in hospital. They fixed me up right as rain but after that going back into the field didn't seem like a good idea, right arms never been as good as it used to be" he said, giving said arm a little roll by the shoulder, "So I hung up my badges and spent the rest of my days till now as what I am today, a gym instructor, fairly happily too." The bear finished off, "That's about it."
"Must have been hard." Theo said softly.
"What part?"
"Sitting in a bed feeling helpless and vulnerable after just being struck down then having to start all over again." Theo said.
The drinks arrived swiftly, as Al eyed the other, "Polite and blunt I see." The bear looked down that the foamy hot beverage for a second, "It wasn't that hard, already had the training in the military, just used it for another job...a less strict job." Theo nodded while he added some sugar sachets to his tea and stirred it idly, a pinkie up in the air that he never seemed to notice, "How bout you?"
"My childhood wasn't special either, since it was a little while ago. I guess you could call me the nerd stereotype, also with sexuality problems along with a sidehelping of homophobic bulling that wasn't too bad but still really annoying, but that's over now. Thank god. I'm in college now, studying for accounting." Theo said, "Numbers and me are a piece of cake."
"Accounting huh. Writing numbers is a lot different from running around with a belt full of blades and a gun in your paws, hoping nothing jumps up from behind and plunges something deep through you heart." Al replied.
Theo cringed at the growing image of being in the middle of nowhere while someone stabs you to death, "What made you join the military anyway? Putting your life at risk wasn't really your life motive was it?"
"My guess, I wanted to do something out of the ordinary. See the world and be adventurous. Always did have a sharp eye when it came to shooting as well. Right now though I think it was hormones and insanity." The bear said, warm smile ever-present.
"Ah, the reason most boys jump up and join the military, hormones." Theo said sarcastically while lifting his cup and sipping softly against it, not slurping.
"Quiet boy." Al replied, already drinking his cappuccino. When he put it down again, there was a piece of white froth just above his lip and a little on his nose.
Theo giggled softly at the sigh, and Al took an angrier disposition...or at least, it looked like an angry disposition, "What you laughing at boy?"
Theo smiled, "You have white stuff on your nose."
Alphonse blinked softly, and whipped his muzzle clean, "Happy now?"
"You should have left it on. You look funnier that way" Theo said with a bright cheerful smile after his little giggle.
"I'm not your clown, boy." Al replied, turning on that older stern and strict charm in his voice, making it sound full of authority and power as it's sound waves echoed deep.
"Fine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't shoot me."
"For someone who might come across as shy to me, you sure don't mind speaking your own mind." Al remarked.
Theo looked a bit offended, not sure why, but he did, "And why do I come across as shy?"
"You said it yourself, you were the nerd. No offence boy, but you don't really look like someone who's out there setting trends. You look like you should be clogged up in your room reading books till the sun goes down and similarly terrified of girls or boys in your case." Al said, grinning evilly at the rabbit, "And just to drive it home, you look like you should be wearing fewer clothes."
Theo knew why he felt insulted now, he was being judged as a bookworm AND a girl, "I can't help if that's how I am, ok?" Theo said, huffing and crossing his arms.
"Fine, Sorry boy, don't lecture me to death."
The two males stared at each other for a few seconds as if they were testing each other, to see who would lose the unknown game, before each of them broke into a little chuckle, Alphonse's louder than Theo's smaller giggle.
The two were off after that. Well their voices were anyway. As the night drew on the talking didn't stop. Jokes and smiles, fake glares accompanied with age taunts brought a comfortable mood, the kind you would expect from father and son and slowly each warmed up to the other as time passed quickly on the small circular clock that hung on the wall of the caf copyright .
Al in all his 42 years had enough times to tell dramatic stories about his times in the military that Theo found unusually entertaining, though he wondered if half of them were true since they sounded just one step into the land of farfetched and even more into the land of just plain weird. The bear loved jokes by the sound of things, since he had his own little arsenal of them. The ursine loved to laugh in general, but not overbearingly so that he became some old father type that just wasn't funny anymore.
Before either of them really knew it, their drinks were up and they kept talking. After that Theo was the one who realized it was getting late, and he needed the sleep for the days to come. Studying was not fun. The walk was a silent one, the talking from before didn't seem to match as well to the warm drinks and cosy caf copyright than the cold outside night.
Al offered to walk him home, and Theo accepted gratefully. Walking alone in the night wasn't really frightening, but it sure did make Theo feel a lot safer.
"Thanks." Theo said with the smile he had been wearing for the past hour at the least, "It was nice to get to know you better."
"You too boy." Al replied, having stopped at Theodore's apartment complex to give a last goodbye for what was left of that day.
Theo grinned foolishly, "Wanna pretend it's still a date and kiss my cheek?"
"Are you hitting on me boy?" Al said with careless and joking suspension.
Theo didn't blush, oh no he didn't, he just giggled with his paws back in his hoody pockets. Al was such a drama queen...but when he though about it, so was himself "Do you want to or not?"
"Can't beat the youth can I?" Al replied with a sigh "Fine, maybe it will make me feel like I was 18 years old again, kissing all the guys on the cheeks and feeling giddy" he chuckled. Carefully the elder bear leaned down a placed the softest of little kisses on the other's cheek. Theo almost didn't feel it, but he had. It was nice to be kissed...even if it was on the cheek, out of pity mostly and from a way older man. An old preserved and refined but light scent floated through Theodore's nostrils. It smelt like...all things adult...in a way.
Al straightened up from the lean and stood tall above Theo, "Enjoy the rest of your night you hear?"
"I will. I'll see you Thursday at the gym" Theo replied
"Right." The ursine said, and gave a light wave as he started walking off in the opposite direction of the apartment building. Theo waved back weakly and when Al was no longer in sight, he scurried inside, suddenly feeling tired without the bear to liven things up for him.
When he opened the door, Matthew was still up, pouring is eyes through some art books. The guy was very creative, and drawing men naked in the most seductive positions possible was his speciality. That Labrador could make any male look unbelievably hot when he drew.
Muttering a softly 'hey' in the dogs direction, Theo quickly attempted to retreat to bed. Matthew cut him off.
"So how was it?" The dog asked, looking up briefly
"You expect me to date a 42 year old?" Theo muttered, trying to sound irritated.
This seemed to get Matthew's attention, fairly easily "You got paired up with a 42 year old?!"
"Yes, no thanks to you." Theo fake glared at the other, just teasing because he didn't mind the 'date' at all.
"Then why are you so late? I though you had finally hit it off with some guy and he dragged you home to-"
"He's a friendly 42 year old, ok? I felt bad for him." Theo said.
Matthew was about to ask another question, but Theo did the cutting off this time with a swift, "Good night and farewell land of the awake."
\And so...
Time passed quickly after that. Weeks even, which forged the bond the young and old fur had. Despite when they saw each other regularly at the gym, which remained a mostly non social thing, they would spend time together afterwards and Theo would find he got home a lot later than he usually did-
"Are you DATING him?" Matthew asked.
"No!" Theo replied, blushing brightly "How can you even SAY that?"
"Because you spend 'all' your free time with him, you 'always' talk about him and whenever he's mentioned you get this big stupid smile on your face!"
"I do not!"
"Al."
Theo smiled, causing his blush to deepen,
"See?"
"Why do you care anyway? It's not like we really dating, we just spending a lot of time together."
"Doing what? Calling him your sugar daddy?" Matthew grinned, evilly and mischievous, loving the moment so much. It was too precious, too easy, too big to miss and way too tempting, "Does he make you beg and wear school boy clothes?"
"He only kissed me a few times on the cheek ok?" Theo retaliated, and realized too soon that wasn't the right thing to say.
"Wait till he gets to your mouth."
And Theodore said what he normally said when Matthew god unbearably annoying, which was a lot, "AAUUUGHH!" and stormed out.
Matthew chuckled to himself, feeling proud of his shit making ways.
\Not soon after...
"Hey." Al said as he walked to the other, waving as he came to a stop outside the movies.
Theodore looked up and nodded gently in greeting, looking a bit distracted.
"Something bothering you boy?" Alphonse said, turning serious in a split second, and the fatherly side of his old age turning on immediately for the little rabbit.
Theodore stared at the bear in front of him 'don't say it...don't say it...don't say it.' Berating and commanding his body and mind not to ask what he wanted to. He didn't want it to blow up in his face, be called weird or otherwise offense and rude and he didn't want to ruin the casual like friendship he had with the older bear friend, it was something it actually liked in the world.
"Are we dating?"
And there it was...
The question Theodore was hoping he wouldn't stupidly blurt out. But there it was, out in the open and ready to be judged. The lagomorpha stared hard into the ursine's experienced eyes, trying to find the answer and some part of him secretly hoping things would turn out ok, even though he seriously doubted they would.
I mean, come on, the dude's 42 and he's 20, that's like 22 years apart. Isn't that paedophilia or something like that? What was he thinking? There was no way in hell that would even work. Even more importantly, why did he WANT it to work? That's just wrong, right? It was all Matthews damn fault, for putting the idea in his brain.
'I shouldn't have asked, he's going to think I'm some kind of perv loser. Oh god why did I have to open my big fat mouth and sa-'
"I think so."
"I know I shouldn't have asked and you probably thinking I'm-" Theo paused in mid ramble of this thoughts "Wait, what?"
"I think we are boy." Al's serious tone was still there, calm and unbothered by the idea.
"...Really?" The rabbit asked "And you don't think it's freaky?"
"It's a little weird boy." The bear, attempting a smile, and succeeding, "But hey, remember what we said last week: Weird is just being special in a good way" the bear looked round "It's not like I can deny it. We're going to damn movies for crying out loud, only couples do that stuff."
Theo nodded softly "I thought so..."
Al grinned, "I don't mind really." he chuckled, "It's kind of ironic, we were on a blind date a while back, and now we're actually dating, in a way." he paused and smirked handsomely down at the rabbit, "Looks like I still got some moves huh?"
"I guess.." Theo replied, very slowly making peace with the idea that he was dating someone twice and a little more his age.
Alphonse paused, remaining serious and understanding, "...Do you mind it?"
Theodore looked up the much older bear, and studied him slowly with his eyes. It wouldn't be a lie to say the ursine had a handsome charm about him. He had noticed it many times before on previous occasions. It wasn't hard to miss. The bear was friendly and kind, but serious when it really needed to be. He was funny and he was very pleasant to be around. Theo could easily picture himself spending a lot of quality time with the other man.
But then, there was the big stump in the road of life and happiness: the age gap. Theo had always partly pictured himself with an older man, since they tended to be at least a little bit more mature and understanding, but not so far as to say 22 years. He's heard of those sorts of relationships, but from what he heard they were a bit hard to maintain. There was the age gap after all. The one gets older faster, dies earlier if natural reasoning is put into play, all sorts of stuff like that that makes a relationship a lot harder than it already is.
But having a gay relationship was hard anyway...
Theo shook his head, "So long as you don't, neither do I"
"So...this is a date-date then?" Al replied with a grin.
"Looks like it." Theo replied, looking optimistic and willing, on purpose and unforced.
Al grinned a bit wider, and slung his arm round Theo's shoulders, making the rabbit stiffen up at the sudden but welcome contact, "Then I got me a boyfriend." Theo blushed as Al smirked down at him, "Emphasis on boy."
"Shut up." Theo muttered up, "And do you have to hold onto me like that?"
"What? Afraid someone will hurt you? Don't worry." Al leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to white furred and rosy cheeks, "Big army bear will protect you. And since I'm the butch one in the pair by default, I get to do what I want"
"You really enjoying all this aren't you..." Theo snickered and let himself be held, not mind being the 'girly' one at all at current time. Always did figure he'd be on the receiving end of a pair. The way he was he didn't think he'd ever be on the other side of the table.
"First boyfriend in a while boy, I have all the right in the world to be ecstatic about it. I'm old, let me have my moment alright?" the bear said, his arm tightening protectively around the smaller male as furs passed by looking at them with soft judgemental eyes. Al led, or rather, half dragged Theo into the movies. The rabbit himself had become a little weak in the knees for some reason. Many admin related things happened that Theo didn't pay notice to until they got to the doors of the movie. Everything was just happening so fast.
The theatre was already dark by the time they padded in, and they got a couple of seats in the corner of one side. Theo felt overpoweringly subconscious of his looks at the time. He didn't mind being with Al, but he was just...to put it bluntly, scared of what people would think of him if he just announced: Hey, I have a boyfriend who's twice my age and he's still hot as ever!
Theo blushed when he realized he added the 'hot as ever' part in his mind, and tried to pay attention to the movie instead in the almost pitch dark besides the screen illuminating the large room of hardly anybody besides them. If one thinks about it, this is one of the perfect times for a rapist to make his move after lulling the victim into a false state of security. The rabbit took a side glance away from the movie he wasn't really paying attention to anyway to look at the bear.
Admire was more like it.
Al wasn't watching the rabbit; he was watching the movie like any other person would. Theo wondered how the bear seem to maintain his handsome trait even after darkness had fallen upon them. The brown fur made him stand out only slightly, but ever single feature stood out. It actually let Theo start to appreciate how the bear really looked, like seeing him in a new light, ironically in darkness. He smiled gently.
A large brown paw moved and gently grabbed Theo's in an easy embrace, fingers laced neatly together. The bear looked sideways and down, and flashed a toothy little smile. Theo just couldn't help but get butterflies flitting around in his chest, along with a secure feel about him. A feeling he very rarely felt in his life, that adamant instinct.
'This can work...'
The rabbit soon found himself stealthily crawling into the bears seat and was welcomed whole heartily in a warm embrace of bear. Some kind of protective barrier had formed around him, one nothing could penetrate or disable. He looked up once more at the elder bear.
And in the next three seconds, almost as if on countdown for New Years Eve, the small rabbit and the large bear found their lips entwined...
\Eventually...
Al sat in his little cosy single story house around town. Nothing special, just your average place with enough room for everything every furry needs to live with a few homey touches that makes each home no matter how big or small. A brick unlit fireplace stood in front of the lounge area, were the elder bear now sat in a reclining armchair, looking comfortable and content. 'Old style' just reeked off the walls and carpeting. A few medals and pictures of a life the bear it belong to once lived with his own mind and body. Green painted walls with decent lighting and wood under the brown carpeting. Besides the chair was a couch that faced the not too big but not too small TV standing along against the wall.
Behind the living room walls, shuffles of another being were barely heard in the cottage like house made for one but able to house two easily.
"Ok...I think I'm ready!" the voice shouted.
"Well get in here boy, and let's have a look at you..." Alphonse the elderly, and admittedly perverted when he should be, bear called back.
A door opened, and revealed Theodore standing in its way.
"Holy. Shit." Al said, staring intently at the other, drinking in the sight like a dry sponge to water "You look gorgeous, boy."
Theo blushed a dark rose red, spreading very slightly to his ears as a weak pink, "Think so?"
"Boy, you could make a straight man love you." Al chuckled.
That may have been the case, as Theodore stood in the open doorway in the shortest looking blue miniskirt Al had ever seen on a male. In fact, it was the only miniskirt he had seen on a male in general. That wasn't all however. The skirt was accompanied with a short sleeved flamboyant purple shirt, a couple of bright red hearts on it that fit snugly against the rabbit's frame and hugged to him tightly. Over his flopped down ear a hooped earring hung from a hole and over his legs, covering from foot to knee were a pair of pink and purple stripe covered toeless socks.
If you didn't know better, you could have honestly mistaken Theo for a girl. A very pretty girl.
"Thanks." Theo muttered, and padded over slowly, swaying his hips just a bit, "Who talked who into this again?"
"No one talked anyone into this boy. I just casually mentioned after some time of our dating that you would make a rather pretty picture in girl clothes. Then for some unknown reason you decided to appease my ridiculous thoughts and promised to try some on for me." Al explained matterf-fact like.
"Was that before or after you grabbed me and kissed the living day lights out of me, telling me you would always had a bit of a fetish for those kind of guys and seeing me in a skirt would be like Christmas coming early?" Theo said with a teasing smirk.
"I believe it was after..." The bear chuckled at himself more than at Theo's retaliation "Speaking of Christmas, why don't you hop onto my lap and tell me what you want?"
Theo grinned softly to himself and obeyed, neatly climbing into the bigger bear's lap and giving him a hug, "You are one perverted old man..."
"You show me a boy in girl's clothing and you expect me to act decent? I have needs too boy." Al replied, his right paw hugging Theo on his back and supporting him.
"What is it about it that you like anyway? If you like guys in girls' clothes, doesn't that technically mean you could like girls?" Theo asked curiously.
Al scratched his chin in mock thought "It's hard to explain what about fetishes turn people on boy. For me, I think it's just the idea it puts into your head. When you look at a guy and he's got a dress on, it's not the fact that he looks like a lass, it's the fact that you KNOW it's a male under all those clothes and their still able to look as beautiful as any female you could meet. The clothes don't last long either, once they come off, you're dealing with a man again, and the beauty remains on him without the clothes." Al paused, and then smirked down at the little lagomorpha in his lap, "I'm calling you beautiful, in case you're missing it."
Theo smiled gently up at the bear, "I wonder why people like ageplay then..."
"We're an example of those people boy." A brown paw rested on Theo's head, and gently stroked the back of it, encouraging out a soft sound of appreciation, "I already explained a fetish on my views, why don't you take a crack at it?"
Theo looked down to his skirt, the gut belonging to another residing near to it, "I think it has to do with...maturity" the rabbit looked into the eyes of the ursine, "Some people may want to seek people who have been through a lot and similarly know how to live there life out, since a lot of it has gone already. For the older guys I guess they want a nice young someone to make them feel young again, to feel like they still have what it takes to get back in the game and to breathe fresh life into them. I guess it also for the thrill of doing something that isn't common."
"That sounded rather deep boy." Al replied.
"I try."
"So then, you find me mature do you? You have given me a better reason to wake up in the morning with these tired bones."
"I'm glad I could help papa."
Al blinked and grinned devilishly down at the adorable blushing rabbit residing in his lap, "Did you just call me papa?"
"...Yea..." Theo whispered, highly embarrassed, "Since you call me boy...I kinda wanted to have a little pet name for you too."
"Boy, you are reloading my gun real fast and it hasn't shot for a while."
"Being called Papa turns you on?" Theo asked sweetly, almost innocently, succeeding to make him look even more adorable.
"Being called papa by YOU turns me on boy." Al smirked as he said.
"Well then, Papa bear, what can I do to help you reload your old gun then, hmm? You know how much I love helping my dear old pop..." Theo said, shifting his weight and sitting more facing the other. He could feel the bear's slow breath on his muzzle.
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little surprised to find the rabbit this willing when he normally was so shy and hesitant.
"Maybe it's just the rabbit side of me kicking in." Theo grinned.
"I dare say I like eager Theo better than normal Theo." the bear replied, a large paw slowly resting on the other's thigh, giving it soft caring strokes along its length and reaching higher and higher. His digits fingered at the thin cloth of the skirt, before easily lifting it up and sliding beneath it. The ursine's smile broadened when he found the equally thin clothed red panties under that tempting skirt, "I like eager Theo's undies too."
Theo blushed a red to match his undergarments, "Thought it would be a nice touch." he replied, the panties now showing easily with his skirt lifted up. It was silky smooth in the bear's paws, and the crotch had a small black paw print on it, which both Alphonese and Theodore found adorable.
Al pulled Theo just a bit closer to his body, Theo shifting a bit from lap to half lap-half thigh. The rabbit closed his eyes and murred the softest of all murrs when a finger brushed along his clothed butt cheek. It stayed just as soft, even as the bear cupped one in his large paws and rubbed it inside its grasp. A muzzle buried into a chest as that groping paw handled the goods more detailed, shifting off a cheek and moving towards the middle.
The murr got louder as a pair of old fingers caressed his crack, rubbing the fabric up against his white furred butt as the other paw reached under Theo's upper coverings and stroked the smaller male's chest. His lips parted to let out its sounds more easily, breathing warmly on the other's covered chest. A aroused rumbled travelled from the bear's belly up to his maw as he touched his new lover, and he could feel himself hardening slowly against his shorts.
Theo looked up at the bear, feeling the hardness near his thigh and feeling urges to touch it, please it, suck it, lick it, kiss it, something, anything, 'Al, can I?"
"Can you what?" The bear asked, not only because he wasn't sure what the rabbit wanted to do, but because he wanted to hear the rabbit say it.
"Can I suck you off?" the rabbit asked as innocently as a child would, or as innocent as that question could be from a child.
"Thought you'd never ask boy..." the bear smiled, "It's all yours to play with." his paws retracted from the smaller mammal and rested behind his head, ready and fully willing to enjoy the experience.
Theo sunk from the bears lap and onto the carpeted floor in no time at all, nimble paws reaching out and pulling down the pants zipper, hearing the 'zzzzzzzz' as it slowly went down. He reached at the waist and pulled the jeans down, smirking at what he saw.
"Jockstrap?" He asked.
"They're pretty comfy, and a lot easier for access." Al replied with a grin, placing his paw between the rabbits floppy ears and rubbing it with a thumb, encouraging further activity.
The rabbit took a good hold of the bulge pressing out defined at the white jockstrap, and groped it inside his paw, earning a pleasing soft moan from the taller male. He could feel the length throbbing against the fabric demandingly, waiting to be released and freed. Theo wasted no more time, and pulled down at the jockstrap. His eyes met a swollen length, judging by Theo only as about 10 or 11 inches long, black, cut and currently pulsing slightly, below it in a brown bag of fur hung two proportioned balls bigger than golf balls.
Theo licked his lips hesitantly, and looked up at the bear, met with a soft grin "Don't worry boy, just take your time, I won't pull or shove"
The rabbit nodded, taking a shy grip on the other male's powerful thighs, leaning his muzzle forward and not touching the length itself, but descending lower between the two balls. His nose gently sniffed and inhaled the bear's growing musk, bringing his tongue out and as shy as everything he did at the time, let it rest against the bear's sack. It moved slowly, moving the little pink muscle along the furred balls, sampling them more than tasting and hearing a deep rumble response for his actions. He kissed both hanging orbs in turn, thinking of what to do next as he 'nibbled'. For the time being he let his tongue more bravely shower it over the balls, sucking around them and feeling the cock tingle near his cheek and nose.
Rabbit tongue moved up suddenly, licking swiftly at the base of the cock. The lick broadened and moved north, leaving more and more of length claimed in its path to the summit. Small white paws stroked along the strong thighs in a caring manner, scratching them gently as Theo's lips reached the tip, and gave it a swift kiss. His tongue got to work quickly, swirling around that tip slowly and licking over the slit. Al moaned in response, head back and maw open, "That's it boy..."
Feeling braver by the second, Theo dived onto the cock and making Al groan in pleasure. His lips sunk over the length slowly and grew accustomed to its taste and feel of it, quickly deciding he loved it. His tongue explored the rod in his maw, warmly lapping over it and keeping it trapped in his maw cavern. Al stroked his rabbit head lovingly, encouraging more and showing how much he loved the attention.
The bunny sucked gently over the length, slowly bobbing his head over the first half of it, his paw taking the bottom half and stroking it between his paw pads. He could feel the bear's aroused rumbling vibrate over his body as he sucked, playing slighting with the sensitive flesh and testing where the bear liked it the most.
It seemed like he did everywhere. The ursine's moans filled the room so quickly, and Theo could feel his body shivering with anticipation. He slid his tongue slightly, letting it drag over the warm member as it throbbed against his gums. The scent he was so familiar with whenever he was around the bear had doubled and added that small of a deeply aroused muscular male, ready to do what he wants to please himself. The scent drugged his systems as his head bobs went lower and closer to the bear's pubes where it seemed to be coming from, drifting to his petite nose easier. For the first time in that instant Theo realized just how hard he was when the pain of being clothed with a hard on ached in his lower regions.
Al panted softly, resisting his urges to just roughly grab the rabbit's long ears and use his muzzle like he didn't care. But he did, even though it was extremely tempting. He kept his old needs at bay and enjoyed the already amazing treatment as it was. His thick meat hadn't been under the pressure of a good pleasuring for a while since he had no one to offer him it, and currently it caused him to crave more desperately. He allowed himself the pleasure of bucking just once, pushing his length deeper in the rabbit while he looked down with a growl. He could already feel his balls working and churning new seed, and small drops leaked out in pre. "Oh god bunny boy..."
Theo let the white liquid touch his tongue, tasting another man's salty cum for the first time. He found a liking to, that odd sensation, and sucked harder on the member as if trying to get the rest out. His little rabbit tongue new to everything that was happening danced to the sound of wet licks. His nose twitched, hit with the growing scent time and time again as he went up and down.
Al stiffened, not wanting the pleasure to end, no now, not after so long of neglect and not after sharing the feeling with his bunny boy. But he couldn't take it. Every piece of him was screaming for release, to let his voices flow free. A shout, cry, scream of energy broke his lips apart as his seed dam was blasted open and let it rush to the poor unsuspecting rabbit. His last thought before his mind was overcome with ecstasy was cursing himself for not being able to last longer.
Theo's eyes opened in shock as a torrent of ursine cum flooded his maw. He tried to swallow some down, but with the cock still in his maw he gagged and was forced to take it out. The lasts spurts of the climax splattered his already white face, covering up some of the black patched. He licked his lips slowly, and smiled. But coughed a second later
Al looked down at the little younger male, an apologetic but nowhere near truly sorry smile. It was too good to be sorry for "Sorry...little...guy" he panted his words "Shoulda...warned ya..."
Theo shook his head slowly and innocently climbed back into the bear's lap, "S'ok papa..."
A moment of rest took place in the room, a short brief moment to catch breath, more needed by the elder one, "I used to be able to last...a lot longer than that..."
Theo smiled a shy amused smile, "Papa's older now...how's longs it been?"
"Couple of years...10 or so"
"Papa's got an excuse then." Theo nuzzled the bear's Adams apple, "He's just a bit out of rusty."
"Gonna help me get back in the groove boy?" Al asked, arms at his sides moving to hug Theo gently.
"Yes, papa..." the rabbit licked Al's neck, "Papa's still gonna take me right?"
The ursine looked curiously down as his boyfriend, "Boy wants more?"
"Papa still wants more." Theo replied with a giggle, and petted a black cock that hadn't softened one little bit.
Al smiled sheepishly and chuckled, "Always was a bit too horny."
"I don't mind."
"Hidden bunny side of you still workin eh?"
"You ask too many questions, Papa."
Another brief moment of comfort and silence "Just need my breath back" The bear whispered softly after a while. White lips pressed gently against brown for a second. A smile as innocent and pure as the snow itself spread along Theo's lips. The smile reflected easily.
"You might want to make yourself look desirable on the floor boy, might help speed the process."
Without a word Theo left Al's warm lap once more, and crawled over the carpet floor away from the bear. He stopped after a few crawls and looked back, paws and knees on the floor and rump stuck in the air. The smile was still there, but innocent and pure seemed to lose meaning slightly in it.
Al's eyes travelled over the rabbit's body, starting from the grinning muzzle, down to the exposed nape, south still to the currently still clothed and slightly bent back, more till the small puff of fluffy fur Theo claimed as a tail. Sitting right below was one of the tightest looking tail holes Al had seen in a while. He rose from his seat on the couch and moved his way over to the other male; till his body loomed over the other.
The urge to be completely naked suddenly overcame the bear, and some with seeing Theo completely naked. Without much second though he took hold of his shirt, and tore it apart with a loud rrriiipppp. Theo stared with a held back gasp of surprise at the sight; till his little shirt was roughly pulled over his head, both torn material and it thrown aside carelessly.
"Wasn't that a bit much papa?" he asked.
"Horny. Naked rabbit. Tailhole. No questions." The bear replied gruffly, getting to his knees behind the rabbit, and using a large brown paw to stroke along the rabbit's back, feeling said back arch into the touch. He brushed the fur under his palm caringly and slowly, relaxing Theo with the slow pets.
Theo murred softly, feeling the paw travel a bit lower to his sides, stroking them in the same manner. He felt another paw take a hold of his one leg at the same time, and sort of kept it in place while it slid the fingertips against his skin.
Al let his eyes drink in the sight of his lover, hypnotised by a hidden beauty the rabbit seemed to have. It wasn't long before the pucker against captivated his view, and the bear contemplated just what he should do to it, pondering quickly the options of foreplay. The thoughts races second by second and each thought brought a new answer to him. Slowly he leaned his muzzle down and kissed just above the tailhole and below the tail, that small area. His one paw withdrawing to the other leg and gripping the same way the other did, he held the bunny down.
Theo's eyes went wide when he felt a warm something that he could only guess was a tongue touch his tailhole. He didn't look back, keeping his eyes forward to deal with the funny new feeling. It slid up and down his crack, teasingly licking the sensitive flesh and covering much with its broadness. He could feel the wetness at his bottom that felt weird but wonderful all the same.
Al rumbled lustfully against the rabbit, nose touching the tail while his tongue worked. The pink muscle dragged its way over the rump, with his paws coming up and grabbing each cheek respectively and pulled them further away from each other to expose the hole as much as possible. It circled around the pucker and then went covered it with skill.
Theo moaned, feeling things he never felt before in his life. And he knew that people went on and on about how great sex was, but he never knew it was THAT great. His body heated a bit and he held back another gasp as he felt the muscle start to press and push at his rump, instinct telling his muscles to tense up.
Al pressed his tongue harder inside, breaking past the hole and wiggling in. He felt the hot wet tightness of an anus surround his muscle, yet he pushed it further still, as deep as he could into the enclosed caverns, tasting a fresh rabbit and enjoying the taste.
Theo felt his legs tremble gently, feelings all over his body reacting from one spot on his rump. He moaned, long and dragged out just as his virgin hole slowly and gently was pried apart. He could not mood, nor did he want to. He wanted to be stuck in that way for a long time.
Al's tongue darted in and out just a bit, in a sense fucking the rabbit with his tongue, lustful vibrations stemming from him, those old feelings from days before coming back to him and feeling so good to be having them again. That rush of adrenaline and excitement mixed with sparks of joy. He wanted more, god he wanted much more, and he was making sure he was getting it.
Theo for first time notices his erection during that time, hard and wanting. He shifted a bit downward so he wouldn't need so much support to keep himself up, and used one paw to fondle his bits, moaning quick at it and his ass's pleasuring.
Al ate the rabbit's ass with vigor, fucking his tongue inside of it, lapping the tight walls quickly. But soon his tongue slowed in speed, and eventually stopped. The bear took his muzzle away, and massaged the rump with one paw, and his own cock once more, "I'll slide in a bit better now..." he gave the rump a confident pat.
The rabbit was about to ask if Al had condoms, safety taking a small toll in his mind briefly, but he decided against it. He doubted the bear had anything he should be worried about and wanting to have the raw meat in his ass and not latex, not to mention that sticky yummy cum he just tasted up his hole was great.
Al shifted just a bit closer, his member's flesh rubbing up the rabbit's warm hole, ready for the cherry to be popped open. A paw took hold of the rabbit's shoulder "Ready for your pounding boy?"
"Yes papa..." the simple, and slightly arousing to hear, reply.
The ursine's black tip rested against the hole for mere split seconds before force drove it forward. Al growled deeply at the sudden welcome warmth over his arousal while Theo groaned in the slightest winces of pain.
"Papa...it hurts a little..." Theo said softly.
"You're a big boy now, be good and take papa's cock..." the bear replied roughly, holding onto the rabbit more securely as his length sunk deeper in the ass.
Theo focused on breathing while the feelings from moments ago doubled. Slowly the pain of being split apart subsided, and all that was left was the pleasure of having a big cock sliding against his walls.
"God boy... you're good and tight for papa..." Al said, holding the rabbit's rump with his other paw, shoving it deep and managing to hilt himself. He paused a moment, satisfied with the pleasured feeling of being inside someone for the time being. He let his cock grow accustomed to the sweet, sweet pleasure of it all.
Theo himself needed the pause more than bear did. It at least would let his ass to adjust to having a large intruder inside of it. Neither he, nor his add minded though. Theo felt complete in a way, rump tingling slightly.
Al pulled out slowly, letting those walls of heaven massage his cock slowly as he did. His tip remained inside the hole, and he pushed back in with more effort. The wet ass take it easier this time, and the next time it when in, and the time after that and soon the cock was sliding in and out in pace.
Theo hadn't forgotten pawing himself along the way, even though he felt slightly numb from ecstasy. He quivered gently, moaning soft "aaahhs" and "ooohs" as his ass was invaded over again. He closed his eyes, and fully embraced what was happening, tensing and relaxing his muscles in spasms with no real rhythm in them.
"That's a good boy, fight papa's cock a bit," the bear grumbled dominantly, picking his pace up and throwing his head back to moan to the ceiling. His paws pulled and pushed at Theo's body, controlling it and impaling it as far down as possible with each stroke, hitting the prostate like a slow drumming.
Although he was mostly being jerked back and forth with shoved and paws, the rabbit very gently rocked back into the thrusts with what strength he could muster out of his sex induced haze. He wasn't sure how much time was passing, but it felt like time was speeding by, and at the same time lasting forever.
The bear gave Theo's rump a spank, earning an adorable yip and a smug grin on his lips. His lust and burning passion increased rapidly, so did his need. He leaned over just a bit, and started hammering his cock harder at the bunny's rump, each one bring a delightful and constant slap. He gripped at Theo's neck fur, putting power into his thrusts.
Theo panted heavily, reduced to a horny rabbit wanting nothing more than to be royally fucked hard, heavy and raw. He loved every second of his hole being bombarded and plundered ruthlessly. He loved the sheer force behind it all and he never wanted it to stop. He hungered to be cummed into "Papa..." he moaned in appreciation to the other male dedicated so much effort.
The bear adjusted his pace slightly, slamming his cock inside the rabbit rapidly, pulling out slowly and pushing back in roughly. He created a combination between quick sparks and lasting flames of pleasure. Each deep thrust would rub his balls up against the other's rump, making tingling friction. Hearing the moans and calls of his lover aroused him just so much more, and he gave the ass another playful slap with his paw.
Theo whimpered and gritted his teeth, no longer pawing himself and using both of support himself as he felt like he would collapse at any given second. His cock twitched and pulsed painfully. He shut his eyes tightly, letting the shockwaves blast over him one by one, unable to do anything more but moan.
Al could feel the bunny tense up slightly, and he knew what was going to come very soon. Taking a hard grip on him, and another squeeze on the lagomorphs' length, he pumped his cock in and out without falter or pause. The heat of all the activity made the bear sweat as he pounded away, determined to see his love reach the point of no return.
And it came soon enough. The grasping hold of his cock plus the deep rabid stuffing sent Theo over his cliff.
"Aaaah!" he shouted, seed sputtering out onto the carpeted floor in tiny ropes. His ass clenched hard over the length inside in reflex, and his body shook heavily in release.
Al groaned at the sudden powerful tightness, his fucking still constant and powerful gaining added pleasure to both him and the cumming rabbit. Just a few more hard pushes into the extra tight cave was all the ursine needed for his second release, roaring loudly as his sloppy white load spilled into the rabbit's ass. It was less than the first, which was to be expected, but still quite a bit.
The two bodies shook against each other, the one's chest falling onto the other's back and thus making the one below collapse to the ground after. They lay there in a tangled mess of sweaty body parts and cum, gasping for precious oxygen, eyes closed and set into a very enjoyable recovery mode...
\And finally...
A fireplace blazed softly in the living room.
On the floor in front of that fire, lay a rabbit and a bear closely wrapped together in a bundle.
Both naked but the fur that covered their bodies and the blanket that had been thrown over each other, they lay in almost silence.
Theodore, poor exhausted thing, had eyes closed and slowly rising and falling chest to signal he was still dreaming was his only movement. His lips still and just slightly parted, his arms drawn into his body and legs lying sprawled out on the ground, he was at complete peace.
Spooning him from behind was Alphonse, smiling contently as he watched over the little rabbit sleep. His arm wrapped around Theo's waist, legs caught in the other's and muzzle watching with gentle eyes from over a shoulder, eh made sure the bunny was as close as physically possible.
The bear felt his old heart beat warmly in the embrace of love, and he snuggled just a bit closer to the rabbit. For the first time in a few good long years, he was truly happy with what he had; a good job, a good life, and now a great boyfriend to cure his loneliness and give him something to come home to.
Al closed his eyes and thought of how the future was going to be now that he had Theo at his side. He imaged walking through that front door and having the cheerful rabbit to hug hum around the neck and let him release all his stress from a hard day's work. That special someone he could share his feelings and ideas with and just spend time with. He was looking forward to it all, their life together.
It would definitely spice his life up in the least.
Al leaned lower, and gently pressed a gentle peck of a kiss on Theo's sleeping cheek. The rabbit's ear flicked, making Al want to chuckle.
"Night bunny boy...I love you..."
The flames continued to burn that night, long after the two males had fallen fast asleep. Somewhere in the night, Theo's paw had moved lower and held onto Al's, muttering softly and dreamily in his sleep.
"...Love...too...Al..."
\End
Thank GOD I finished this personally overdue commission Good try and Age play I must say Proud of it, sorta XD
Written by me All characters belong to me, but I likely won't use them again
Beta'd by my Teddybear, Arukku (Love you babes, for fixing all my annoying typing errors)
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Melody- or just Mel as she proffered- is a really strong willed woman. With cyan eyes behind silver framed rectangular glasses, and brown hair tied in a high ponytail made of massive curls. She was surely a great prize for anyone to make an ally of, but a terrible enemy. In her highschool years she came upon two macabre harps carved from a long dead and forgotten deity. One harp controlled physical things, the other mental- body and mind. Controlling them was trouble enough and keeping them secret harder still. She had used them many times over the years, always telling herself each time it should be the last. It would seem it was time again to unseal the ancient ritual chamber they slept in- under the side of a small mountain that overlooked the city.
She had a cushy office job, handling book keeping for Aegis Security. It paid well and wasn't hard at all- the main shortcoming is that is abysmally boring, but that was remedied by her coworkers. They were a unique bunch of...colorful personalities that seemed borderline crazy at times, making the office much more lively than it should be. If left with just that, it would seem life was exactly how it should be, but then there is Allegro. Handsome, sure- athletic too. He was even nice, but that only made his arrogance and narrow mindedness that much worse! He knew he was good looking and subtly flaunted it every moment he exists like a subconscious function, like breathing. She could put up with that much but he also had a habit of mistaking his opinions for fact, and even when you prove him wrong he was excellent at back stepping and making it seem like he was never wrong at all! Allegro got into a rather big argument with Mel the other day, ending with him still ignorantly calm and Mel ready to pop his head off like a zit.
Allegro stated that in trying to be beautiful like society tells them is appropriate, women can never be as strong as men- effectively locking the two genders into preconceived roles. Even if one were to try and switch, they would never be good enough at it to really pull it off. Mel raged about how beauty and power were able to coexist, but nothing would get through Allegro's head! She was quite pretty but not strong- at least not physically, but she could fix that. It felt like cheating, using magic to create a pristine example of power and beauty, but she needed to get through to him, so she was going to make herself the exemplar.
After breaking through the caved in doorway of the ritual shrine with a portable shovel, she followed the path of light trailing from the opening. The torches and candles within the huge chamber had burned out eons before, so the opening she made was the only light- convenient then that the harps are in the center and thus within the light. The pedestal with the music book of the harps was outlined on the border of light and dark, but the book- the Dirge Of The Dead God was gone! There was a few people Mel knew could get in here, but why they would remove the book is beyond her. The music only did something if played from the harps- it did absolutely nothing on any other instrument. The harps were both still there however, and even if someone wanted to take them they couldn't- the harps are both huge and locked in place on huge marble slabs. You would need a crane to move them, and even then you would need to tear them out of the structure! So why remove the book? The book did nothing without the harps and the harps were uncontrollable without the proper music. Mel let out a very long, annoyed sigh. A bit blinded with anger still, she switched to her plan B. Taking out her cell phone she thumbed through photos of the book she had taken in the past when Mel was trying to learn about the book overall. The problem is- she didn't have pictures of much more than half the pages in the section for the harp for body only. She had to make due with whatever songs she had taken pictures of...which could prove dangerous.
Mel grumbled in frustration, flicking past images quicker now, only skim reading even though she didn't know what she was looking for. She quickly stopped on another song she had a...unique encounter with. Aspect of a cow. Mel never used it herself but knew a girl named Viola who did use it. It gave her big breasts and big nipples, it also made her lactate. Eventually she was lactating like a broken sprinkler from inhumanly giant breasts with too many, too long teats. It even affected her thoughts. But that was the thing- most of that was eventual. The aspect songs needed time to get fully up to speed- most of the initial changes are on a genetic level and not outwardly visible at all. Mel could imbue herself with the aspect of a cow and then not milk herself as to hasten that portion of it. It would put her on a rather strict time limit, but she figured she could manage it. She already had a time limit- she was trying to catch Allegro when he left work. Once she decided on that song, the final touch became obvious. For the athleticism portion she chose another aspect song, for lean but strong muscle Mel chose the aspect of a horse. With any luck two aspect songs on top of each other would slow each other down and extend the genetic sorting stage. As Mel straddled the ancient bone frame of the body harp, her fingers plucked at the hair made strings with careful precision. The strength at which songs were played affected their magnitude, which means playing part of a song louder and the rest normally can put focus on a single part of its effect. Knowing this already allowed her to tone down lactation and any mental effects from either, and hasten the effect on her bust but not amplify it. These variables is exactly why the harps were so easily misused- even the true songbook could only tell you so much, it doesn't have every variable possibility or combination or the book would have to be as thick as a house is tall!
Mel felt a very familiar tingle when she was done and her eraser nub nipples stood in attention, though not visible past her bra. She knew better than to wait for other changes and left to return to work. She would be cutting it close for sure. Mel needed to descend the mountain again, though the mountain was fairly small and going down was always quicker than up. Her car was at the bottom waiting for her. Mel skirted the speed limit half because of her time constraints and half because she kept feeling like stretching her legs, causing her to press down the peddle. She could feel the sinew in her legs bolstering and the muscle fibers twisting slowly and gently as it stretched and relaxed- getting a bit bigger each time. Mel's breasts swelled at a slow and steady rate as well, causing her to release the clasp on the back of her bra- already quite familiar of how to handle this. The breasts would pin the bra in place with outward pressure while the bra still helped keep them in place somewhat, without strangling them. She turned into the parking lot quickly with a sigh of relief as she seen Allegro turning into the lot as well, on foot. Mel's hair had been turned black and straight when her face changed, but she decided now to let it out of the ponytail as well just to be safe, and took extra care not to look into the rear or side mirrors in her vehicle- as that would negate the spell.
Mel called over to Allegro as she approached, asking if he seen her leave the building already- making it seem like Mel was a friend coming to pick herself up. Allegro smiled and told her Mel had left quite some time ago already, followed quickly with a comment on his good looking Mel's current form is. Well, convincing him of the beauty portion certainly wasn't hard- though her breasts were starting to tug the buttons on her shirt. Mel also noticed her vision was higher over the vehicles than usual- she was taller now, mostly her legs. Using the complement to carry forward from, Mel feigned ignorance of Allegro, asking who he was. Claiming Mel told her over text messages earlier about the argument with Allegro, she challenged his stance in her new form now- though remained outwardly as calm as she could. Responding so fast she nearly cut him off- Mel challenged him, claiming she could overcome him in any physical challenge! Allegro was hesitant, but then smiled and pointed to a nearby park. It was hard to tell if he chose it because it was the first thing he thought of, or because he wanted to see her big boobs bouncing wildly all over the damned place. The park was a common spot for dog walking and jogging because of long winding paths, he was going to race her from one side to the next- assuming it was impossible for her to keep his pace with her tits heaving along the way. The joke was on him, the song increased the size of the muscle tissue connecting skin to fat as well as the tendon that held both breasts up internally- they were impossibly well built for their size. Mel was glad he chose this bet, not only were her leg muscles begging her to use and stretch them but a race would be over the fastest, fitting her time constraints.
The two of them drove to the park and Mel nearly hit her head on the roof as she got out of her car again- she was still getting bigger, and her tailbone kept twinging as it slowly started to develop. Eager to get started, she hurried him along and Allegro played along easy enough- confident he couldn't lose. He did plenty of jogging himself in this very park. Mel bounced back and forth on her feet ready to go, not even caring that her bust was doing plenty of its own bouncing. Allegro gave the mark and they both took off, but Allegro got an early lead easily. Mel started to catch up not too long after, and other people in the park actually stopped to look at the two of them as Mel started to race past Allegro with ease, at a speed surely no one there could match- dogs included. She was so fast Allegro actually had to yell to her that he forfeit, as it was clear there was no possible way he could win.
When she stopped and hustled back to him, she only then noticed she had been running on only the front of her feet. Allegro, through his lack of breath tried to pass it off with complements to her for being uniquely skilled- that she was apparently the exception of the rule. All Mel really heard was she wins, Allegro loses. Mel also felt her ears perk up to listen to his breathless admittance of defeat- which meant they went human ears! Now almost entirely the ears of a horse, Mel was now doubly glad she let her hair down as it hid the ears. She was going to try and end the encounter as quickly as possible now that she won, but Allegro was actually faster to end it. It made sense- she did just stop him from going home to kick his ass in a race, and nearly gave him a heart attack trying to outrun her. He told her to say hi to Mel for him, and the both of them returned to their vehicles. When Mel bent over to get into her car though, she finally noticed two of the buttons on her top were torn clean off! She had more boob than the shirt could possibly contain, the added movement of her running must have torn them right out! She was too focussed on the race to even notice. Horses are extremely competitive by nature. To get back in the car she had to exhale and press her boobs back to fit them past the rim of the steering wheel. Her feet were also pressing into the toes of her shoes aggressively to find more room- she had to get back to the harps quickly. A glance in the rearview mirror as she was backing up to leave returned her face and hair to normal.
Mel kept looking down nervously at her breasts which were increasingly pink and increasingly bigger- trying to escape through her expanded collar like the top of a muffin over its cup. At a stop sign she tried to unbutton the top entirely and unintentionally exploded two more buttons completely off. She was only able to unbutton the last two remaining buttons and let her bounding bust throw her open bra into the wheel. Her nostrils were growing larger as well as her ears- retaining the shape of a horses ears but the size of a large eared bovine. Mel had to keep slouching farther over as her entire body continued to grow and cause the car to become horrendously cramped. When she finally pulled the car over it wasn't at the mountain. Her hands between wrist and fingers was lengthening and her digits becoming cramped and stiff, so she couldn't hold the wheel properly anymore, plus her breasts rubbed her lower gut and it was way more sensitive than it should be. To make matters worse, when she hit the breaks a hoof broke through the toe of her shoe. Mel was out at the edge of the city so she wasn't that far from the mountain, and homes were much more spaced out, so hopefully no eyes on her.
Mel took Viola and others out here to hide out in an unused barn a long time ago, so it made sends to come here again- it was between her work and the mountain after all. Mel kicked the ground as she squirmed her way out of the vehicle to burst her other shoe and take them both completely off. She had to lean on the car for a bit as her hooves bulked up and grew the structural integrity to hold her up properly. They were horse hooves, but she could already tell her devolving hands were going to be cow hooves. Her clothes were ridiculously small on her, and she knew if she bent over her pants would just explode from her leg muscles. Mel divided her giant pink breasts with one proto-hoof to see past and examine with her other arm what happened below- and found a second set of breasts! Not an udder, and not human- the pure black breasts of a mare growing from between her legs, with a distinct upward/forward direction. Sort of a 'torpedo tit' shape to them, the nipples were big but not as huge and defined as cow teats, but like a cow they had no areola. Then again, neither did her top breasts anymore- the breast turned pastel pink and the areola lightened to the exact same tone so they were effectively invisible. She let out a surprisingly deep groan as her neck popped and lengthened a bit. As soon as her legs were complete enough she made a quick run for the barn- and cleared the field in mere seconds with her long strides. She stood on the side of the barn facing away from the road- between the barn and fence bordering the horse ranch next door.
It was very hard to keep her balance now as her torso lengthened and barreled out, actually making her small beach-ball sized breasts look a bit more reasonably sized. Her top ripped apart at the sleeves removing it entirely from her. Mel seen as her skin sectioned off into black and white areas like a Holstein but didn't see right away that most of her face was bright pink. With rapid-fire muffled pops her face and already greatly enlarged nose started to push out- and then she was able to see the pink easily. She shook her head almost as if to try and force it to hurry up as the sensation was bizarre. Both her face and neck finished in one final burst of growth, and a sound of bone that sounded much more painful than it actually was. Mel slid her cow hooves from the barn wall to allow herself to slide down onto all fours to properly assess her now completed form. As soon as her legs bent in the slightest her pants tore into front and back half and fell away.
Her head was that of a horse, but her entire mane matched the appearance and length of her hair when she was human. Her nostrils, lips, and tongue were those of a cow however, and bright pink to contrast the black and white of the rest of her. Held in place by huge equine pectoral muscles was her massive pink breasts, up and forward enough that they only slightly hindered her front legs. Her body was horse, colored like a cow, with cow hooves on the front legs and horse in the back. The equine breasts were tremendously huge compared to any normal horse, but still a bit smaller than Mel's front melons. Again, their position and the gap between limbs allowed them to exist without hampering her limb movement. Her tail was ropey like a cow but the tasseled end was much larger and longer, taking aspects from a horse as well. She obviously couldn't see her naughty bits, but Mel could certainly see the massive muscular globes that was her huge equine ass. Her eyes were still bright and cyan in color though her pupil was horizontal like a horses, and just over them was two bone nubs- mini cow horns.
Mel stopped in circles for quite a bit trying to get used to moving on all fours. All four breasts felt like they were rocking back and forth a lot more than they actually were, and Mel determined it is because they all have milk in them. She looked up at the mountain- it wasn't that far at all, and she is very, very fast. Mel wasn't all that worried- she could still pluck the strings of a harp with hooves, and horses had to double getting onto their back legs. She would have to avoid eyes heading there, and take the easier path up to the door but other than that- all this can be undone at the very harp that caused it. The first time she had trouble with the harp it immobilized her, making it impossible for her to return to undo it- but this song made her MORE mobile, not less.
She placed a hoof on the lower part of the fence then the top, at first thinking she could heave herself over, but then trying to get an idea of how hard it would be to jump. Her torso was much bulkier even putting aside the overall size, she wouldn't have the flexibility to climb over. Mel walked back several paces, lowered her head and bolted at it, leaping several feet over it and landing with two booms on the other side. Her limbs became like well sculpted pillars on impact, sending a shimmering ripple through her defined muscle and absorbing the impact like it was nothing. Her heart raced as she looked back at the fence- she wanted to do that a few more times! Mel bet she could jump a car! This body was strong as hell, and with a human mind piloting it she could do all sorts of stuff! While she was riding her adrenalin rush, several horses from the new field came to greet her, wondering who the invader is. Mel was a bit nervous at the aggressive grunts, remembering dominant stallions can be quite aggressive when protecting the mares...or more accurately protecting their position to bang said mares. She grinned inwardly as she seen the emerging meat sticks bobbing under them. She was half made herself, so the males had no aggression toward her, and only the males came- the mares couldn't be bothered.
If Mel's cheeks weren't covered in fine fur she would be blushing. She knew horses had impressive junk(who doesn't), but she never had a good look at it till now. All the studs around her were in some stage of an erection, but one black stallion with a white mane and tail made false charges toward the others, driving them back. Going by both the size of his body and mottled pink and black pillar of skin wobbling below him, this oreo-colored horse was likely the leader of the herd. It almost seemed like a chivalrous act keeping the others off her, till Mel flinched in surprise at the feeling of his nose against her vagina. She felt sort of flattered, and a lot flustered, and neither helped her reaction time when he reared up and landed the front half of his body on top of her. She felt the broad, flat head of his impressive cock press against her a bit high, then about right, and then plunged into her full blast on the third go. Mel's mind blanked from the sensation of the massive thing in her, and like any horse the stud wasn't slow or gentle. She thought it was going to hurt or bottom out, but every time she thought it couldn't go farther- it did. He hilted in her, slapping the underside of her lower breasts with his shiny black balls. The arousal and rocking back and forth caused droplets of milk to escape both sets of breasts.
Mel was so completely absorbed in the situation that she didn't notice the rancher seeing the commotion, nor when he approached with a cattle prod. She wasn't just an unknown horse- she was a strange hybrid creature, and the man had already contacted the authorities, fearing her. A hot pressure filled her insides as the stuff finally climaxed and slid out of her with several sticky strands still connecting their genitals. The climax suppressed Mel's animalistic side and now her human mind was stricken with panic and regret. She took the field so the horses would act as a cover while she ran past to get to the mountain! Now she was tired and pinned between a now complacent stud and a fearful armed rancher! She really wished it hadn't turned out this way! Spinning around and kicking the man may be her only option to run, hopefully she just knocks him out and doesn't accidentally outright kill him!
It was in those thoughts of regret that Mel noticed the man blink out of existence. The stallion was full of energy and had an erection at full mast again, but before it could try and mount her a cloaked figure appeared between them! The stallion was ready to hoof the figure in anger, but an unflinching stare from her caused him to calm and back up. The stallion could smell her- she is not human. The cloaked woman turned to Mel and almost fumbled her black horn staff in surprise at the creature Mel had become. It took some doing but Mel managed to convince the cloaked woman that something was amiss. Clasping a hand to Mel's throat, the cloaked one lent Mel her voice.
"Who are you? What just happened? It is like time skipped backwards. I...I am supposed to be human, I goofed up with some magical songs...it is complicated."
The figure examined her entire form with bright pink iris. "My story is even less believable. I am Lizabeth, a traveller of the multiverse. The time skip you experienced was probably a side effect of my arrival- since I do not belong in this universe. In fact, I was never born in this one. I felt a powerful anguished soul in this universe and was curious."
Mel quickly glanced back at the barn. "There was a man who spotted me before, I need to get out of here."
"He seen you again already, but don't worry I made it never happen."
Mel tilted her head. "What? How?"
"My power is 'what if'. I take a scenario, find the universe it actually happened in, and then fold the results of that scenario into my current universe. I swapped him out for a version that was less attentive."
Mel looked to the mountain and then back to Liz. "I don't suppose you could teleport us to the halfway point on the mountain?"
Using her powers to fold the locations together momentarily, the two of them took but a single step and arrived on the mountain. Half from curiosity of what it felt like, Mel let Liz ride on her back as only Mel knew the exact location of the chamber. Casually trotting over there, she told Liz about the origin of the harps, and of the dead God Harm- most likely the anguished spirit Lizabeth initially came here to investigate. Liz found out about the power long before coming here thanks to one of the relics etched from Harm's bones having the ability to make dimensional rifts. Because the user could explore the multiverse, Lizabeth noticed it immediately and traced the power back to here, where Harm's soul is trapped.
Hesitating a bit when she was finally stood before the harps again, Mel played the inversed version of the songs on the harp. She was awkward and slow- needing to lean her weight on the frame of the harp and pluck strings carefully with cloven hooves instead of fingers. The transformation back from the altered form was immediate like always- rather than change her with a magical force it merely dispelled the magic already in her. When the nude human Mel went to turn awkwardly back to Liz she just barely reacted in time to catch the cloak Liz tossed to her to cover up. In place of the woman's body Lizabeth now walked on all fours in her true body- that of a bright orange mid-sized dragon with a golden sheen, and scaled back with feathered bottom. Mel was stunned stiff for a moment, but then smirked and tossed the cloak around herself. She had seen enough magic and dead Gods to no longer question sights like this.
Mel timidly kicked at the ground. "You have seen a lot more than me...so, was I wrong? About beauty and strength?"
Lizabeth let out a musical chortle. "No. On one hand, like you, I feel like smacking the smug face right off his skull for being so glaringly ignorant. On the other hand, I can ABSOLUTELY see where he is coming from...and he wasn't entirely wrong. That is what makes arguments like that so infuriating. Both sides are technically right even though they contradict one another, and language lacks the intricacy to properly define the differences."
"So...you can't normally be both, but you can? Are you talking about rules from two different universes? Universees? What is the plural of universe...?"
"I am pretty sure a newborn grizzly would kick my ass..."
"But humans are the apex predator, not them. With no claws, no extreme reflexes or armor nor fangs- humans are the strongest. How?" Liz tapped a long talon to her head. "A different form of power. And, after all you went through, what do you think about breasts?"
Mel blushed a bit in thought. "Fun, but a pain in the a- er, in the back. They give a lewd impression on everyone but feel so good to have. They are associated with things like sex, but also femininity. More than any other body part- they are complicated as hell, which is ironic since physically they are the most simplistic. I mean they are 80% just orbs of fat. When you have them you can't really hide it, they are always there, so there is a ton of opinions and feelings associated with them."
Liz smiled and nodded. "Not just physically- they are beautiful. They create a refined food for your young, they give pleasure and feel pleasurable to others, all beautiful things. Even the effort it takes to keep the lower back muscle to support a large set, and balance the muscle structure between fat and flesh and avoiding stretching in the tendon that holds them up. Even the effort of baring that weight and maintaining them properly is beautiful. That many forms of beauty you have found in a single body part- you KNOW beauty exists in hundreds of forms! So to say beauty and strength cannot coexist...ridiculous, really."
Mel nodded, though her brow furrowed. "But you said he was also right?"
"Yes. Society has a preconceived notion of what girls and boys like, and even that alone predetermines much of it. If you are always presented with pink and frilly things to have fun with, you are going to naturally like it. If you've always been shown liking boyish things is weird you will naturally avoid it. This isn't really anyone's fault, and digging society out of that rut is damned near impossible. I have seen many alternate realities and precious few have ascended beyond this, even in the infinite cosmos. People can think on there own though, so there will always be those two walk or cross the line, and their fight against stereotyping makes their act that much more beautiful. But that is how that Allegro person is right. Society- as in, the 'herd mentality' won't read between the lines, if it spots a woman getting physically strong it will turn its nose up at them without a second glance. This is an act of fear- fear of breaking the mold, and going somewhere unknown. Do not hate them, pity them and if you've the patience- hold their hand, and try to lead them somewhere better."
Mel leaned on the harp with arms crossed. "...deep stuff, eh? Even my problem- being that milk horse was pretty awesome, up till I had to avoid eyes and then things got messed up fast. Too bad it would be too dangerous going back and forth..."
Lizabeth smiled. "I could fix that, if you want."
"Really?! Wait...could you do it minus the weird front boobs?"
"You had four huge breasts."
Mel blushed. "W-well...let's leave the lower ones alone."
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My First Foxy: A Primer on the Care and Feeding of Your New Pet
By Danath
(www.danath.com((http://www.danath.com/)
Kraven Lupei ((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kravenlupei/((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kravenlupei/)) & Knoxin ((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/knoxin/((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/knoxin/)) are copyright their owners. Used with permission.
Kraven scanned the bar, checking out the patrons to see if anyone fit his taste. A few males stood out to him, but he didn't rush to judgment, preferring to take his time and savor the decision. The hyena slipped his drink, watching over the rim of his glass at the plethora of options available.
There was the cute little otter in the corner, for starters. He was hanging out with a few felines and a shaggy dog. The otter was slim, short, and viciously cute, but Kraven wasn't in the mood for otters tonight.
He let his eyes wander as he felt his sheath bulge up a bit in his pants. He was horny as hell and desperately needed a good, solid fucking - hence tonight's excursion to find some prey. The blueberry hyena could land pretty much anyone he liked, thanks to his good looks, fit body, and obviously thick cock, presently curving out against his camouflage cargo pants.
Kraven leaned back on his bar stool and brushed some of the collar-length light-teal hair from his eyes. He licked his lips as his sheath bulged again and he surreptitiously reached down to give it a pat.
"Easy, boy..."
The hyena reached over his head with both arms, stretching his muscles and causing his tight, sleeveless white shirt to wrap even more tightly around his pectorals. His thick, shaggy neck fur fluffed up some when he paused, mid-stretch, and stared across the bar. A long, slow smile crept over his face.
Target acquired.
The fox was slim, cute, with a shock of purple hair draping across his forehead, reaching to just between his eyes in a point colored a bright teal, the same as his eyes. A small brown soul patch grew in on his cream-colored chin; otherwise, from what the hyena could see, the fox had the regular deep orange, nearly red fur typical of his species, with dark brown ears and paws.
Kraven stood from his seat and winced when his package swung in his pants. His cock was already thickening and heading down one leg of his baggy pants. He ran a paw through his faded teal hair as he walked around the bar towards the fox, who was presently talking to a bar regular.
The hyena tapped the fox on the shoulder and sneakily ran his paw over the top of the vulpine's glass, dropping a few pills inside. They quickly dissolved, leaving no trace in the bubbling drink. Kraven bared his teeth at the other male, warning him off the fox, though his features relaxed into a smile as the fox turned around. The other patron backed off hurriedly, aware of Kraven's reputation.
"Hello, cute stuff," Kraven said, reaching up to pinch the fox's chin between his thumb and finger. "You here alone tonight?"
The fox's eyes scanned the hyena rapidly, taking in the thick blue pelt, the darker blue spots running down the sides of his neck and arms, the rough scars around his wrists from a well-worn life, and, of course, the growing bulge in the hyena's pants. It throbbed noticeably, bumping into the fox's knee, and he gulped.
"What's your name?" Kraven asked, taking a sip of his drink before he spoke.
The fox grabbed for his drink, paws trembling a bit, and took a slug of the cool liquor before responding. Kraven's smile widened by a fraction.
"I'm Knoxin," he said, ears struggling to maintain their uprightness in the alpha hyena's presence.
"Cute name... cute fox..."
Kraven licked his lips as he let his paw slip around the fox's neck, down to his shoulder, and tease across his slim chest, pausing to pinch each of his nipples in turn through his black and silver t-shirt. Already the small male's package pushed against his tight black pants. The hyena had to hold back his gleeful laugh when the fox downed the last of his drink in an attempt to soothe his nerves. He signaled the bartender for two more and, as he passed the fox the glass, dropped yet more pills into the liquor.
Tonight would be fun.
He kept chatting up the fox, teasing him occasionally with his paws, or leaning in to inhale his scent and nibble on his ears. The fox giggled, moaned slightly, and pushed into the hyena's paws. When Kraven's teeth closed around a pinch of skin on his neck, teasing him through his pelt, the fox froze and a whine of pleasure hissed out of his nose and mouth. The hyena pulled back, teeth bared in a ferocious smile. How good would tonight be? He'd already found this male's weakness.
The fox wobbled back and forth, gasping lightly and rubbing at his neck with his paw. Knoxin felt the effects of the pills, though of course, he attributed it to the liquor he'd drank too quickly. The mickey wouldn't knock him out, but it would lower his inhibitions and cause some mild confusion, allowing Kraven to manipulate him more easily. It would also result in the whole reason the hyena was on the hunt tonight.
"You're a hot little fox," the hyena whispered, before nipping the smaller male's neck again, triggering another whine. "How about I take you home with me?"
"Ah... ahhh... I don't... I don't know," Knoxin gasped, body trembling. "I feel kind... kind of funny."
Kraven grinned and reached between the fox's thighs, pressing his palm into the bulge there. Knoxin moaned louder than he had before and looked down, shocked.
"Something... something's wrong!" he moaned. "I'm not... I'm not that big!"
A fat bulge, at least ten inches long, pushed up and to the side in the fox's tight pants, forming an obvious ridge. It trembled as Kraven groped it, squeezing and stroking through the fabric. The fox shuddered as it pulsed, thickening and lengthening under the hyena's touch. It glowed faintly through the black fabric, the same teal color as his hair and eyes.
"It's... it's getting bigger!"
"Yes... I wonder why?" the hyena said, apparently perfectly innocent. "Maybe I ought to take you back to my place so that you don't get too big for these tight pants..."
The whole time, the hyena kept his paws working, massaging and teasing the growing length in the fox's clothes. Soon, it pushed up past the waistband, forcing itself past the belt as it flexed, more than 16 inches already. The head spurt into Knoxin's t-shirt as it grew and flopped forward, pulling the fabric away from his lithe chest. The teal color of the pointed shaft was even more obvious now, as the thin shirt blocked little of the bio-luminescent light emanating from the fat stalk.
"Oh... do you think... that's a good idea?" Knoxin moaned.
Kraven leaned in and opened his muzzle. Instead of speaking, however, he took a large nip of the fox's neck. The vulpine nearly fell off his stool and Kraven had to catch him as his jaws closed tightly, suckling and kneading the thick neck fur with his sharp teeth.
The blue male dug into his pocket, tossed a few bills on the bar, and held Knoxin's arm over his shoulder.
"Let's get you home, foxy..."
It wasn't hard to convince the slim fox to get into the car. He was trembling, moaning, and dripping as his erection continued to grow, soon pushing past his nipples, though his shirt kept it upright as he sat in the car. The drive went quick - Kraven amused himself the whole while as he played with Knoxin's rapidly growing erection. By the time he got the staggering, moaning, dripping fox into his house, Kraven's cock stretched down his pant leg, nearly to his knee, and he shuddered with anticipation. The fox was nearly bigger than him already.
No time for foreplay. Kraven pushed the fox onto his back on the bed, ignoring Knoxin's cries as his cock slapped against his belly and chest. A few moments later, the blue hyena had the fox's pants and shirt off. The fox wriggled on the bed, both paws clutching at the covers as his huge erection wormed its way up his chest. The point reached nearly to his ears by the time Kraven got undressed.
"Such a hot little foxy," the hyena groaned, working his cock with both paws. The ebony length stretched out in front of him, thick and hard, nearly two feet long. His heavy nuts hung below, drawn up tight to the base of the shaft as clear pre trickled down the underside. His chest and belly flexed as he watched the fox, waiting for the pills to finish their work.
The lithe male on the bed grunted and moaned. His cock, the same teal color as his eyes, glowed in the dark room, casting off a bit of greenish light. His massive member flopped up and down, throbbing and pulsing, getting larger by the moment. He whined constantly and Kraven, unable to resist, bent over him, grinding his chest into the fox's cock. His tongue went to Knoxin's ears, teasing the insides. Hyena teeth are sharp and the fox went still, hardly able to breath, when those dozens of sharp white pearls tickled their way down the sensitive flesh of his ears, then his cheek, and finally his neck. Pre-cum pumped out of his fat, pointed tip onto the pillow near the head of the bed, far past his ears, when Kraven's teeth clamped around his neck.
The hyena grunted, tasting the fox's scent on his tongue, feeling the pulse of his jugular between his lips. The fox's hips went rigid and his claws lifted, coming down on Kraven's backside, grabbing his shoulders and nearly piercing his skin.
"Unnn... nnnnnoo... ooooh..."
Various moans and shudders greeted Kraven's ears as he rolled his tongue around the fox's neck. The vulpine really got off on the neck biting, the hyena discovered, as he felt the massive shaft pinned between their bodies pulse dangerously. He clenched his teeth more tightly, shifting his jaws a bit so that he was horizontal, across the smooth, slim neck, and gnawed lightly, teasing the fox with the power of his muzzle. The fox gasped, spluttered, paws scrabbling for purchase in Kraven's thick back fur. The hyena grunted, tongue wetting down Knoxin's neck, threatening the small male's throat with a multitude of sharp teeth. The fox battered at his shoulders, hips thrusting wildly; Kraven felt the huge length spearing from his hips slap against his sides more than once as he worked his tongue down through the fox's fur. His teeth scraped on skin as he bit just a little more tightly, able to feel the pulse of the vulpine's jugular strongly now.
Knoxin's body tensed. His fat erection, still growing, draped over Kraven's backside as the hyena continued to chew, lick, nibble, and tease on the smaller male's sensitive neck, working from one side to the other and back again. He had to forcefully pin the male down by his shoulders as he wailed and moaned, lurching side to side as pleasure ramped up in his loins. The hyena shuddered as he felt splashes of pre-cum splatter into his fur, soaking down his lower back. The fox cried out again, lifted his hips, and shot a huge load of pre over his head. The tail end of the spurt landed mostly on the back of Kraven's head and he finally relented, not wanting to make the foxy pop too soon.
The hyena smiled as he lifted his muzzle and licked the fox's nose. Almost immediately, Knoxin relaxed, panted, and closed his eyes.
"Oooh... what... What's happening to me?" he gasped, both hands moving to his erection, now nearly three and a half feet long. It stretched over his head, slightly curved, and was nearly as thick around as his own hips. A pair of balls, each half as big as a basketball, rested between his spread thighs.
Kraven hadn't seen anything so gorgeous in a long time. This subby little male would be the perfect toy for the night. He licked his lips, still able to taste Knoxin's deliciously sharp scent in his muzzle, and squeezed the base of his own not-inconsiderable erection. For a moment, he considered simply fucking the fox senseless, and his cock surged in agreement, but his tail hole demanded attention. He'd topped too many times. He needed a good pounding. And besides... this fox wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Plenty of time to fuck his brains out later.
Being a top, being dominant, meant a life full of tough decisions, the blue hyena decided.
Still, as the fox lay moaning, writhing, gasping and moaning on his bed, he knew he had to follow his original plan. The muscular hyena procured a leash and collar from nightstand. He held it up in front of the fox's muzzle and smiled.
"See what it says, foxy?" the hyena said. "Read it out for me."
"It... it says... p... pet..."
"Yes, it does. It says 'pet'. Do you know why?"
The fox shook his head, teeth chattering as his paws vigorously worked his hyper-sized erection.
"It's because tonight you're going to be all mine. I'm going to use you however I want, and there's nothing you're going to do about it," the hyena said, leaning down so his muzzle hovered a few inches from the fox's. "And like any good pet, if you're good, you'll get a nice treat."
"Nnnnggggghhh..."
"Good boy."
Kraven fastened the collar around the fox's neck, making sure to leave it loose enough that he could still get his teeth in there later, should it be necessary. The long lead he wrapped around his wrist and pulled, watching with amusement when the fox tried to pull back and resist.
"Now, now, foxy... be a good boy," he warned, reaching out to press his paw flat to the vulpine's roiling, taut, basketball-sized sac.
The fox went ridged as the hyena's claws tickled his sac. Ten sharp black claws rippled through the light cream fur, occasionally teasing the insides of Knoxin's smooth thighs. The fox's slim chest heaved as the weight of his massive cock bounced up and down against it. At the base of the huge teal shaft, a slight knot began to form. Kraven almost purred like a cat when he saw that and his tail hole tensed with anticipation. Things were just getting better and better...
The hyena could wait no more. His rump tingled as he used a bottle of lube to slather his tense hole, using a few fingers to spread it around inside himself. His other paw grasped the lead firmly, keeping the line taut.
It was a bit of a struggle to get in position. He had to stand, legs spread, over Knoxin's head and reach back with a paw to lift the massive teal stalk up into the air. Pushing back against it, he shuddered as he felt the pointed tip slip under his lifted tail. The hyena's thighs trembled as he pushed back harder, groaning with delight as his hole gradually spread open. He forced himself back, ignoring the cries of the fox beneath him for now.
With a surge of effort, he thrust his hips back and howled when the tip sunk in. His cheeks dimpled inwards, pulled by the thickness of the four-foot fox cock. The lip of the crown pierced him as his thick ebony shaft hit his hunched over body in the chin, splattering his face with his own clear pre.
He hauled on the leash and growled.
"Get those hips moving, pet," he demanded of Knoxin. "C'mon!"
The skinny fox's face alternated between wide-eyed immobilization and cute little growls. His paws went to the base of his cock, holding himself just above his growing knot, as the hyena shoved himself down, taking the fox's generous new endowments inch by inch.
Kraven's belly soon stretched outwards as the massive shaft penetrated him deeper and deeper. His legs spread, his toes splayed, as he used gravity to sit himself down on his pet's arousal. His long black shaft flopped forward, draping itself over Knoxin's chest and face. He pulled on the leash again, forcing the fox's head up, and used his other paw to smear his lips and nose with pre-cum from the tip of his spurting shaft.
"Lick it up, pet," he gasped, hips stretching and creaking the whole while.
Knoxin opened his mouth, eyes glassy, and found the taste surprisingly good. The hyena's fat erection tasted for all the world like a big, fat, juicy blueberry. He moaned as he dragged his tongue over the skin, loving the taste. The hyena's thick clear pre-cum tasted even better, like a freshly baked blueberry pie with whipped cream. The more thick pre-cum pumped out of the broad, smooth, rounded tip, the more Knoxin wanted to slurp up the messy jizz.
Soon, nearly half of the teal stalk was planted inside the hyena's stretching body. His belly fur was taut, stretched like a balloon around the tip of the fox's pointed dick. With both of Knoxin's paws working his hard shaft, Kraven ran his free hand across his stomach, groaning as he felt his fingers push into the hyper-cock inside him through his own blue fur and skin. His other paw held the leash tight, keeping the fox's muzzle against his aching tip.
"Thrust those hips, pet! I want it all!"
The fox tried to oblige, but the weight of the shaft was so much, it was pinning him down as much as Kraven was. Still, more of the bulging center part of the shaft ground into the hyena's body. The urethra, pinched where it slid against Kraven's aching hole, bulged outwards, entirely full of thick pre-cum. Kraven grunted and pushed himself down harder, faster, pumping his knees to bounce a little as he worked himself down. The fox below moaned even louder, tongue flopping out, clear pre-cum drizzling into his open mouth from the fat black stalk above him.
"Oooh... yesss... almost... there!"
Kraven gasped as he forced his hips down. He was stretched so huge already and the fox's cock was just so thick... his belly bulged, rounding out slightly as it filled with pre-cum, hiding the outline of the vulpine cock spearing him somewhat, though the pointed tip was still very much visible.
The hyena's toes curled into the covers as he felt the growing knot hit his rump, stopping him from taking the fox any further. Gritting his teeth, Kraven pushed down even harder. Every fiber of muscle in his body flexed, straining to their limits, as he tried to stretch himself further, to take the thick, growing knot. His ass stretched by the millimeter, slowly opening around the broad expanse of flesh.
Knoxin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt the pinching, tight body take the upper few inches of his knot. The pressure only grew, the pleasure intensified, as Kraven took more and more of the fat ball of flesh. His balls audibly rumbled, swelling nearly a foot larger in a matter of moments as his climax readied itself. His body lurched upwards, finding the strength to thrust at last.
Kraven's eyes closed tightly as he felt the fox's hips pounding upwards. Inch by inch, his ass stretched wider and wider, until his legs were spread nearly horizontally. His fingers grabbed onto Knoxin's shoulders as he hauled himself down. His belly bloated further, round and fat, laying on top of his own massive black cock and forcing it down into Knoxin's neck and chest.
The tight ring of flesh surrounding the fox's knot reached the midway point. With a deep moan of lust, Kraven's rump closed tight around the lower half of the knot, taking it in just a second, compared to the minutes it took to take the upper half. His belly and chest stretched outwards as four feet of fox cock throbbed within him. The knot alone stretched his hips like taffy, distending and contorting his body.
Kraven gurgled and pulled on the leash as the fox's whines and pants increased in volume. The fox's huge sac sloshed and jiggled until, with a sharp bark, the vulpine climaxed. There was no chance he could stop the tide of hot white jizz that exploded inside the hyena.
Kraven felt the first gush pump into his belly and dropped his muzzle wide open, unable to even groan as the second burst hit a moment later. His stomach sloshed like a waterbed as, within a few moments, it stretched outwards larger and larger, until it completely covered the fox underneath him, smoothing the smaller male with his blueberry fur. He grabbed his chest and belly, gasping for a breath as his taut skin stretched with the sheer flood of seed spurting inside him.
The fox's knot throbbed, making him grunt and wriggle. Every motion caused him to clench uncontrollably around that massive teal length. His own cock, hard and thick, trapped between his belly and the fox, exploded as his climax came upon him without warning. He kept cumming and cumming and cumming, blowing his continuous load directly over the fox's neck and face, pinned as it was under his fat, rotund belly. Rather than diminish, the flow only increased as the fox's nuts emptied into him. In fact, Kraven's balls grew larger, swelling in size as though feeding off the mass of cum pumping into his distorted belly.
He gasped and gurgled, head tipped back, as the fox disappeared entirely from view beneath his huge stomach - not even his ears were visible. Kraven could still hear the faint whines and barks of a fox experiencing the most intense orgasm of his life, however, and the larger male smiled blissfully as his own pleasure increased.
Even the most hyper of foxes had to run out of cum eventually, though, and with a shuddering moan of pleasure, Kraven rolled onto his side. The fox's incredible knot was simply too large to pull out, and would remain that way for many hours. On his side, facing the fox, he watched as the smaller male gasped and panted, tongue out, face covered in blueberry jizz. The hyena's cock pumped steadily, still shooting seed in an effort to drain the body attached. Lazy pulses sent echoes of pleasure through both their bodies, as the teal shaft twitched occasionally. The fox moaned and leaned over, licking the hyena's broad tip, still drinking the blueberry pie-flavored cum with obvious delight.
In fact, Knoxin's knot had locked itself in Kraven's rump so perfectly tightly that his cheeks were nearly dry. Hardly any of the vulpine's thick cum managed to escape that way, leaving Kraven fat and full, with a belly nearly twice his original width. Knoxin pressed into the swell and curves, making "rrffs" and "unnngggs" as his knot twitched inside the warm rump. Kraven, who couldn't lean down much anymore, panted and tugged on the leash.
"Good boy... once that knot goes down in ten hours or so, we're going to do it all over again," he said. "Didn't I promise you a treat if you were a good pet?"
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Their laughter and playfulness during breakfast the next morning was not unusual for others to witness.
He would reach over with his fork, offering her a half of a cherry tomato that was mistakenly put on his plate. She would shake her head and tell him that he needs to eat it.
"Tomatoes are good for you my king." She said as he attempted to offer her the tomato.
"No my queen, tomatoes are good for you. They are a nuisance to me." He said as he dropped the tomato half in an empty bowl.
After breakfast, the king and queen enjoyed a walk in their garden. They slowly meandered through the maze of flowers, and felt as if they were floating in the serenity of the environment. The dazzling colors and the perfumed scented air swirled around them as if the flowers themselves were enjoying the presence of the royal couple.
Exiting the garden, the king led the queen to the stables.
"My love." The queen said softly. "I hope you do not expect me to climb atop a horse and ride with you."
With a twinkle in his eye, the king emitted a slight chuckle.
"The thought never crossed my mind. But, I do think with a little assistance, you will be able to take two small steps up into a carriage."
He had led her through the stables to a waiting carriage outside the fence. With the aid of his outstretched hand, she deftly scaled the step and sat on the padded seat.
The king took the reins from the stable boy, made a clucking sound in his cheek then said, "Come on boy."
The horse exited the grounds with an easy gait that was neither too fast nor too slow. "Just right for mama bear." The king thought then smiled as he looked over at his love.
They rode in silence for quite a while. Many times the king wanted to remind her that all of his thoughts and desires always lead back to her. He wanted to tell her how radiant and beautiful she was to him. He felt like he needed to stand and proclaim his love at the top of his voice. But, he knew she needed to be alone with her thoughts.
He knew that there were many times he talked too much and needed to be quiet and listen. Listening not only to her words but to her actions, her expressions. She already knew that he would stand in front of a thousand archers with their bowstrings pulled taut just to protect her. What she needed now was the silence in order to think.
He would wait for her to begin a conversation, if she decided she wanted to speak.
She reached over and rested her hand on his thigh as they rode. He held the reins in one hand then placed his other on top of hers. Wrapping his fingers around her hand he gave it a slight squeeze.
Turning to him, her face pale and a tear in her eye, she began to talk.
"I am afraid. I am going to be a mommy soon and I am scared to death. I have never done this before and I do not know if I will be a good mommy. Every action I do will need to be with the thought that my child will see or end up knowing my action. My child will emulate what they see."
She sighed. Sniffled. Then continued.
"I do not even know how to hold a baby."
She began crying and trying to talk between sobs.
"You will think"...sob..."my body is ugly and never want to touch me again!"
"How am I to raise a child if I am not even sure how to change a diaper?"
She covered her face with both of her hands and released a shuddering cry. The king rubbed her back as she expelled the pent up worry and anxiety.
Once her breathing returned to normal and she stopped crying, she sat up and wiped her tears with her kerchief. "I am sorry my love. Forgive me for being so weak." She said as she dabbed her eyes and forehead.
The king kept his eyes forward as they continued to ride. Still holding the reins in one hand, he removed his other hand from her back, reached over, gripped her hand and held it in his.
"You got very upset with me when I released you from your duties with the kingdom. I know how strong you are. I admire your strength. I also know that it is your weakness. You will continue to work, to fight and to press on until you are exhausted."
He looked at her and smiled.
"In your worries you have seemed to forgotten about me."
"I most certainly have not!" She exclaimed.
"Oh, but you have." He said as he looked forward once again.
"You say that you do not know how to hold a baby or change a diaper. You say that you are frightened because you have never been a mommy."
He took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled.
"You forget that I have never been a daddy. I have never held a baby or changed a diaper. We are experiencing these things together, for the first time! I am also frightened, but I know that we will be together and we will be the best mommy and best daddy that we can be. We will have the best people helping us and guiding us in what we need to do so our baby will be safe."
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. As for your body. You also forget that it belongs to me. I love your body, I love your soul. I love you. Period."
The king stopped the carriage under a tree by their waterfall, hopped down and tied the lead rope so the horse will not wonder.
The queen stood and held out her hand so he could assist her in stepping down, but he got back into the carriage and stood facing her. He placed his hands on either side of her face, kissed the tip of her nose then began to speak.
"Do not forget about me. We are in this together. I love you more than any words I could say or write. This child is our child. I will be up when it cries so that you may sleep a little longer. I will change the diaper so you may rest. I have vowed to take care of you and this is just another small way for me to prove to you that I honor my vows."
He leaned in and kissed her lips.
"You are not doing all of this alone. This is us. Not just you and me. But us as a family."
Another kiss. Longer. Deeper.
"As for your body. You are mine. I will always want what is mine."
He lowered his hands and began to remove her clothes. His eyes locked on hers as he bared her shoulders. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly as his lips kissed her neck.
She could feel the breeze as her nipples were released and became erect. He sat her down on the seat frame as each breast and nipple were kissed, sucked and nibbled.
Her clothes sat in a heap on the floor of the carriage as he positioned himself on the seat of the carriage with her feet resting on either side of him.
"I am hungry my queen."
He leaned forward and inserted his extended tongue into her wet and open lips. She could hear his moans as his tongue flicked and slid on and in her. He sucked on her hardened clit moving his head up and down on her with the same motions her head moves when she is taking him in her mouth.
He felt her hands on the back of his head as she buried his face into her. She was stealing his breath as she began to shudder. Her quivering body made his hunger deepen which encouraged him to renew his efforts in pleasing her.
After a quick gasp of air, he feasted on her dripping wetness. He inserted a finger and curled it upwards and began to thrust his hand as he cleaned every drop of nectar she emitted.
Her orgasmic moan roared along side the water fall.
Her gasps rushed along with the breathy wind.
Her sweet vocalizations married with the songs of the birds.
Her king pleased her. He gave her whatever she wanted and would deny himself everything in order to please her.
That night while they were in bed, the queen was unable to get comfortable. The king rubbed her back, rearranged the pillows, got her water to drink.
When he returned to the bed with a cool and a warm wash cloth, the queen was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What can I do to help you my love?" He said as he neared.
"You can feed me." She said looking up at him.
"Of course I will feed you. Would you like some fruit? Pineapple maybe? How about some tomatoes?" He said with a wink.
The queen said nothing but reached out and parted his bed robe. She cradled his sack in her hand and pulled him to her. While squeezing and rubbing him, she took his soft cock into her mouth. Her eyes never left his as she buried her face up to his body.
He felt her begin to swallow and move her tongue as he quickly hardened. His tapered head began to direct itself down her throat and she did not pull away.
She was hungry.
She began to move her mouth up and down his shaft with deep and fierce movements. Both of her hands now placed on each cheek, fingernails leaving crescent shaped moons in his skin as she dug in and slammed his body into her mouth. She was hungry and he was going to feed her.
As he started to reach for the back of her head to pull her away so he could release himself on her chest, she grabbed his wrists and held his arms to his side.
She must have sensed he was close but she did not pull away. She held held him deep in her throat as he drained himself in her. She was hungry and she was being fed. She swallowed and sucked. She licked and nibbled. She freed his wrists then began to stroke him with her hand causing residual cum to surface to the head so she could lick it away.
"Thank you my king." She said as she laid back on the bed.
"Are you comfortable now?" He said as he laid down and curled his body next to her.
"Yes, my love. I am." She said dreamily.
"You know."
"I do."
As the king awoke, he reached for his queen. It was a habit of his every morning. He awakens before her, reaches to gently touch her hand, cheek or shoulder then kisses that part he touched. She was the first thing he reached for in the morning and the last thing he reached for in the evening.
A blanket, a pillow then the edge of the bed was all he felt. The queen had awakened before him and he did not feel any movement when she arose.
This puzzled the king because he was a light sleeper. Any sound or movement caused him to open his eyes at least, and stay alert until he determined if his queen was safe. But, he neither felt nor heard her get out of the bed.
He shrugged into his robe as he made his way across the room. "Maybe she stepped out onto the balcony for fresh air," he thought as he opened the balcony door. His brow furrowed when he saw the empty balcony with no evidence of her presence.
He turned and reentered the bed chamber, closing the door behind him.
The corner of a piece of paper on the queens vanity fluttered in the slight breeze caused by the closing door.
The king walked over to the paper and held it up. It was a note from the queen.
My King,
I am glad I did not wake you when I left. It would have made this much more difficult.
I have met people from a nearby kingdom and have befriended them. Their interests and their stories have piqued my interest and I have decided that I want to be with them.
You have given to me, you have opened up and shared your life with me and I appreciate how much you have tried to make me happy. But I am a greedy girl. I do not want to wait and see if you would like or do the things my new friends like.
I do love you, but it will be best for me to no longer communicate with you.
Goodbye.
The sunlight began to shimmer and fade as tears filled the kings eyes. His throat tightened and he felt his stomach fold and tighten into knots that tied themselves into knots.
He fell to his knees with a bone wrenching jar and felt pain as his soul begin to rend itself from his being. The pain was minimal compared to the pain he felt in his heart. The heart he had given to her. He trusted her. He told her of his dreams, his insecurities and fears. All held in his heart. He was feeling his heart become lighter because of her. The heaviness was dissipating because he had no longer carried it with him. He had given his heart to her.
Here it is was again. Given back to him. Full of pain. Heavy with torment and sadness.
He wanted to lock himself away. To hide. He wanted to do nothing that brought him pleasure because he lost the only thing he had ever wanted. Love.
He was not aware that he had crawled to his bed but he knew he lacked the strength to stand and lay on the bed. He decided to lay on the cold stone floor. That is what he felt he deserved because he was not good enough for warmth. He did not earn the comfort of a warm bed.
The tears formed puddles on the floor where he laid his head. His crying had become sobs. The only audible sounds he emitted were, "why why why..." over and over. In his mind he felt as if he were dying. He no longer had the desire to be a king. He wanted to go away and hide. His goal of pleasing his queen, loving her with the deep passion that he possessed, denying himself in order to make her happy, to make her smile was all gone.
His body began to shake. He was unable to control the shaking and he wailed and clenched his teeth in anguish. The grief was so great, it felt to him as if hands were on his side and shaking him.
"Why! WHY! WHYYYYYYY!!" He groaned as the shaking increased.
"MY KING...OH MY KING!"
He could hear the words and began to slow his breathing so he could tell those at the door yelling "My king" that he was ok and they could go away.
The shaking of his body continued so he decided to roll to his back in order to regain some control.
As he tuned to his back, the feeling of the hands shaking him stopped.
The words, "My king oh my king" were replaced with, "My love, oh my love." He could hear someone cry and felt a hand caress the side of his face.
He opened his eyes to see the queen kneeling over him, her face distorted in distress from crying. Her lips were forming "my love" over and over again.
He quickly sat up and she lunged herself at him and gripped him tightly around the neck.
"You came back." He whispered then began to cry once again.
"I never left." She said as she held onto him tightly. "Why would I leave? Where would I go? I have been in bed my love."
The king lifted his hands to show her the note and realized his hands were empty.
"What happened to the note?" He asked as he was moving his robe around looking for the piece of paper.
"What note?" She asked as she pulled away. "Were you dreaming of writing a note?"
"Dreaming?" he asked. "Have you been in our bed the entire night?"
"Of course I have. If I would have gotten up I know it would have awaken you. I have been asleep the entire night until I heard you stand up a few minutes ago. You then fell to your knees so hard I knew it must have hurt. It took me a little bit of time to get myself out of bed and throw a robe over me. By the time I was able to get over to you and lower myself to the floor, you were sobbing and saying why why why, over and over again. I began to shake you in order to awaken you. I was afraid and yelled." She sat next to him and grabbed his hand. Lifting it to her lips, she began to kiss his knuckles and fingers.
It had been a dream he thought. The most horrible nightmare he could ever imagine.
"What were you dreaming my king? What caused you such great anguish?" She asked as she snuggled into him.
"It was a nightmare of great loss my love. I felt as if my soul was being torn from my body as if my skin were being peeled. But, it was just a dream." He said as he kissed her.
He stood up and helped her stand then walked her over to the bath. He filled it with water that was warm enough to cause small wisps of steam to rise. After removing her robe he disrobed himself and helped her into the bath. He took his time washing her body. He cherished and worshiped every part of her with his hands. He massaged her back as she sat between his legs then he got up and faced her. Taking first one foot then the other, he began to caress, massage and knead each foot. He knew how much she needed the relief in her feet and he was willing to give her that relief for as long as she needed.
He decided not to tell her the specifics of the dream. It was his insecurity, his nightmare and he felt it would be best for her to not know a dream of her leaving him had entered his mind. Worries of: is he doing enough for her, does he prove his love enough to her, will she ever grow tired of him and seek other adventures haunted him.
"My love."
He heard her angelic voice pierce through the evil of his mind as it was attempting to cause him grief once again.
He looked from her foot to her face and saw that she had her head laid back and her eyes closed.
"Yes my queen."
"You do not like feet. Why have you held onto mine and massaged them for so long? I am not complaining, I am wondering what I have done to deserve your love and devotion." She said as she opened her eyes and looked at him.
He lowered her foot in the water then leaned forward and placed his hands on her tummy.
"Because I love you. I know you love me. I was so lost before you that I cherish every second I have with you. I honor every part of your body. I would die for you so that you may live and be happy. I would be so empty without you that by seeing you from a distance or hearing your voice comforts and fills me. I have never known love like this and honestly it scares me."
He stood and offered her his hand. After they exited the bath he toweled her dry and wrapped a new robe around her.
"Very soon we will be parents. I need you to know that although I will devote love and time to our baby, you are still my true and deep love. You and you alone."
After he finished speaking, he walked to her and kissed her lips. He held her as they stood in the middle of the room in their robes. They began to sway and slowly dance from the music that was shared within their hearts. This was love. They could hold and caress one another in a gentle embrace or tie one another up and leave marks of love. He had reached his goal. His goal was his queen.
Two days later the king, hand maid and the hand maids mother were assisting the queen as she was in labor.
The king never left her while she was giving birth. He was encouraged to wait out in the hall, and was told that it was not normal for the man to be present during birth. But, the king would not leave his queen.
That night the king sent out an announcement that the king and queen are now parents. They are parents of a beautiful little girl and a handsome little boy. The queen gave birth to twins!
The king had constructed two sleeping cribs for the babies. They had converted part of the library into a nursery. The adjoining door to their bed chamber was kept open so the king and queen could hear the babies while they sleep.
Many nights the queen would awaken to the sound of the babies crying only to be pat on the leg and told to stay in bed for a little while. The king would get up and hold them, soothe them and change their diapers allowing her to rest a little longer. Sometimes the babies would go back to sleep after a diaper change and she would feel the king return to bed. Each time he returned she would hear him release a deep and loving sigh. She had asked him why he sighed after spending time with the babies at night.
"We have brought them into the world and they depend on us. It is up to us to take care of them. They will look to us for guidance, comfort and love. At no time in my life would I wish for our children find out something displeasing about us. About something we did or have said. We should live our lives in the way we would want our children to live. So, as I lay back in to bed with you I sigh. I sigh because they will grow up knowing that my love for you is deeper than any ocean. My love for you soars above every mountain. I am not ashamed that people know that I love you so dearly. That is why I sigh. I sigh because they will have seen love and how is it intended."
Over the next few months the queen would wait until the king patted her leg and tell her to stay in bed, she would quietly get up and watch him from the doorway.
"Hello my loves." He would whisper.
His gentle voice would begin to soothe them as he approached. She smiled as she would watch him take one and change the diaper then change the other.
He would then cradle both of them as he sat in a rocking chair and hold them. Sometimes she would hear him hum, other times she could hear him sing. She knew the king hated the sound of his voice when he tried to sing but yet he quietly sang to the babies. For him to die to his own ego in this way showed her another aspect of his willingness to give everything he has to love.
Her favorite time of standing in the doorway was when he would quietly tell them stories. She knew he had stories flowing through his mind all of the time. Just like the first time he took her to the waterfall.
Tonight was a story night.
She could hear things like bluebonnet flowers covering the fields and how the prince and princess would dangle their toes in the water. How they magically turned into a mermaid and a merman and swam through the water with the greatest of speed. How they would jump out of the water and do flips to the applause of the king and queen as they watched.
She walked in behind him and kissed him atop the head and thanked him for allowing her the extra time to rest. He sat with her as she fed the babies saying he wished there was a way he could feed them so she would not have to get up all of the time.
"Do not try to steal this precious time away from me my king." She said with a smile. "They suckle to me and me alone. This is my time. You have your songs and your stories. I cannot compete with you that way, so do not try to compete with me during feeding."
"Yes my queen." He said as he kissed her.
"Go to bed my love. Thank you for taking care of us." She said as he pulled away.
"If there is nothing more you need or want then I will go lay down." He said as he stifled a yawn.
"I need or want nothing more tonight my love."
He kissed her again then walked towards the door.
"But. My Sir."
He stopped and braced his hands on either side of the doorway when he heard, "My Sir."
"I believe we have waited long enough. Tomorrow, I will want and need you to have your key ready." She said with a seductive timbre to her voice.
The king drew in his breath, nodded his head then said, "You know."
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In the city of Fathach Beag, two Fae sisters grew up quite close to one another. The elder sister Ava always looking out for and playing with the younger Maeve. Maeve remembers building forts out of fallen leaves in the fall with Ava. In the winter they helped collect and melt icicles around fires to prevent them from falling from the trees overhead and damaging buildings, and the fire light through the ice cast strange dancing shadows. In the summer they would play hide and seek in the gardens among the fruits and vegetables that were the same size or even bigger than themselves. In the spring, they would giggle among themselves comparing their wings to those of butterflies that stopped by the flowers that grew around the city outskirts. But that was also where the divergence started.
Ava was quite popular among the students of her school, and she was studying to be a lapidary- identifying and refining precious stones into even more beautiful works of art. She had very little magical prowess...at least by Fae standards- and those standards were admittedly quite high. Maeve was quite good with magic for her age, so not only was she studying a different path, their age difference distanced the sisters further still. Ava still tended her sister when she could, but it a petty amount of time compared to how they used to mingle. Fae wings dissolve in liquid, growing back a day or two later once again ready for flight. If a Faerie kept their wings though, they grew larger and more impressive the longer they remained- defaulting back to transparent dragonfly-like wings when regrown. Ava had her wings in pristine condition for quite some time so by now they looked like beautiful stain-glass, black, deep blue, and pink. This gained the attention of many of her fellow students who admired her, and then fell in love with her personality. This unfortunately meant she had a busy social life outside of classes as well- further dividing her from her jealous little sister Maeve.
So Maeve did the only thing she knew to solve the situation- magic! She took to her magic tomes to see if she could find some way to force her big sister to pay more attention to her! Then she would have fun like the good old days and not want to be apart from Maeve willingly or otherwise. Maeve was still fairly young though, and while she was good at magic for her age...her repertoire was still a bit lacking. Magic books were not hard to come by in a city of Fae, but many contained concepts or words Maeve did not even know. There was an entire section dedicated to sex and lust spells and she didn't know what either of those words meant! Eventually she settled on a book of transformative spells. Maybe there was a spell to transform her sisters thoughts into ones of Maeve? No, the book did not have those sort of transformations. Almost entirely animal transformations, but Maeve did smile as she seen a section dedicated to canines. According to the book dogs were very loyal creatures, dedicating themselves to their pack above all else. Maeve was Ava's pack! Dogs were small-ish four legged creatures and looked cute enough. There was spells for different breeds, and for some reason there was two near identical ones for regular female dog and 'bitch'. Maeve did not know the difference, but bitch had its own specific title so she assumed that was the more prestigious one.
Ava twirled in the long mirror on the door to her room, admiring the dress she was wearing. There was already another four laying out on the foot of her bed she had already tried on. An outfit for every occasion, and a lot of important Fae were also pretty vain so faults in your appearance could hurt your standing rather quickly. Her smile faded a bit as she felt an odd tingling sensation pass through her body that almost settled into an itch on the surface. She puzzled over what that feeling could have been as she also noticed she felt unusually hot. It felt as though the entire room was heating up quickly, but how could that be? She had to brush her hair away from her chest because it was adding heat on top of her breasts which already insulated her front just fine on their own. That was when she noticed her nails had turned into claws! Not even sharp claws either, they had blunted tips. She wanted to take her stockings off but only bent over and groaned at the increasing heat. No, it was certainly internal temperature she realized- especially in her crotch which was starting to twinge in need. She liked what she seen in the mirror but not THAT much! It was quickly getting difficult to think straight, but she did see in the reflection her ears were growing, a bit longer and a lot wider. Fae ears were already long and pointed but also very slender, now they were becoming rounder and starting to flop over from their increasing weight. She slipped a hand into the slit up the side of the dress skirt and snaked its way under her panties to press in on her fattening labia, feeling the heat against her hands, and moisture. She moaned again at the feeling and panted a bit, leaning against the mirrored door with one hand and massaging her other hand over her pulsing pussy. Ava was unable to tell apart from the strong pulses of pleasure that her tailbone was growing out, hooking around the top of her panties and then growing down the inside of the skirt, quickly gaining a fuzzy coat of fur as it went.
Her toes curled and her feet stretched out as she lifted herself onto the front of them, seemingly from pleasure. In reality she couldn't have stopped herself from doing that regardless because her actual feet were changing structure! From the ankle down bulked and stretched, causing the tops of her stockings to migrate farther and farther down her leg, unable to contain it all properly anymore. The bottoms widened greatly as her toes fattened and grew claws as well. The much broader feet with puffy padded skin on the bottoms strained the shape of the stockings as it was, so when the claws started to grow they immediately popped holes in the ends. Ava was working her nethers rigorously now, hooking her fattened fingertips into herself as she rubbed. Her entire body tensed with each inward push and her breathing was becoming ragged and her moans sharper in tone. Her mouth hung open in lust so she hardly noticed her tongue was actually much larger than it was supposed to be, and a bit flatter than normal. Her panties were already moist, but she squeaked in a desperate orgasm and completely soaked them, staggering back off the door a bit finally realizing something was vastly different about her leg structure. The entire room seemed a bit off making her feel like she was going to pass out, but she did not. What was actually happening is the range of colour her eyes could perceive was becoming more narrow- she was losing her ability to see certain colours. Her horniness also did not go away, at all. If anything the orgasm made her hungrier to have another! As soon as she hooked her hand around her fat labia though the tensing muscles in her arm expanded tremendously as her hands became giant paws. She held both arms out in front of her, staring at them while still panting. They were huge! From her elbows down her arms almost tripped in width! She felt her feet expand the same way, and they became even a bit larger than her hands had. When she looked down her balance was thrown off again and she hunched way over, feeling fur quickly growing on the top of her back and her spine started to groan and pop as it expanded, and then her rib cage.
Ava panted loudly, letting a bit of drool drip from her tongue- too desperate and horny to care what she looked like right now. As she alternated from heavy breaths to groans her teeth all turned to fangs and her tongue got a bit longer, and the end of her nose started to darken. Her dress was so tight! Her body was trying to catch up to her oversized paws. Her panties dug into her even fatter darkening labia causing her to stagger back and forth, squirming around on her feet trying to find a position where it wasn't digging in. Her dress started to shred at the seams and she could not take the heat anymore, grabbing into the fabric with her claws and ripping the front of the dress completely apart. She yipped in surprise of her reflection when tearing her dress open revealed six smaller breasts under her original two! Now less restrained her entire body started to grow, making her paws less giant in proportion. Her tail involuntarily wagging tossed the remnants of the clothing off her while her expanding torso popped the clasp on her bra. Ava went to run the soft pads of her front paws down her many tits and yelped at the sharp pleasure, immediately skipping them and ripping her panties off in desperation. Her pussy was tremendously puffy, and almost pitch black! It had taken on a triangular shape more familiar to canines. Without even turning around her eyes locked with the tall round bedposts behind her- in the reflection of the mirror. She staggered back till she felt it on her lower back, then stepped up onto the bed to lift herself high enough and lowered the large sphere on the top of the bedpost into her pussy and started pistoning up and down, rocking her hips back and forth at the same time. She rolled her huge paws over her many tits, twinging the nipples up and down. Her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth as her face started to stretch as she groaned and panted from the sensations. Her nose became dark and wet as the fur starting on her forearms and back started to spread across her entire body like wildfire.
Ava grunted as she looked down in frustration at the bed post- it was too small for her. Or more accurately, she was too big. She no longer hand to hold herself up on the bed, she stood tall enough to easily get it in her and the bedpost wasn't doing anything a single finger from her could already do. She started rapidly rolling her finger over her fat black pussy to try to aid the post. Her head hit the light on the roof only a moment before it hit the roof with a dull thud. She was as tall as the room! She tried to bend forward to give herself more room but her spine and joins had been slowly shifting position and it was too difficult to stay upright now, so bending over caused her to fall completely onto all fours. The let out a long whine before slamming her pussy back and engulfing an entire corner of her bed in its plush folds. She thrust back against the bed, which was slamming against the wall with enough force to crack it. Her weight was starting to bend the floor down and the entire level of the building was starting to creak as she shifted back and forth. She had another orgasm as the top of her head was pressed forcefully into the door frame and she jammed backward aggressively from the orgasm, causing the entire bottom of the bed to enter her! Her body groaned and bones popped into new positions as she had another large growth spurt and the bed was forced further into her as she expanded across the floor, till she was touching both walls and the entire bed was basically inside of her. The door creaked and blew off the hinges across the hall and Maeve quickly dashed into the hall from her room in surprise, not entirely knowing what was going on herself. The walls started to bend outward and Ava's feet smashed through the roof of the floor below, she was outgrowing everything. Her pussy was clenching and spurting on its own, even though the bed was becoming too small for her as well.
Ava felt the tips of her paws touch the furnature in the floor below and without thinking lurched forward to get her footing, causing her face to smash through the hall and the floor of the rooms across from hers. All the splintering wood and tile was abrasive on her furry face causing her to recoil, staggering out through the side of the building, ripping the entire side off of all three floors as she fell into the street. Ava could not think through the hormones and as soon as she got her footing on the cobble road she thrust back and ground her pussy into the corner of the building, causing the entire remainder of it to rock back and forth with her thrusts as her juices ran down it and pooled on the sidewalk. Other Fae gathered in shock, trying to figure out what was going on- Ava was 90% canine at this point and not at all recognizable as having ever been a Fae. Maeve just stood in the sundered hall in shock, not sure if she should say or do anything, at risk of others knowing she did it. Ava orgasmed again, firing the bed out of herself as she was forced to turn her head against the building across the street- quickly running out of room again. She had the flexibility now though to do what few species could- she rolled into a ball and licked her own pussy, falling backward just as she ran out of room, causing her back to scrape off sections of the wall of buildings on both sides of the street at the same time. As she thrust into her own face and writhed in the street she unknowingly started to destroy two entirely new buildings because she was much larger than the street itself. Another powerful orgasm started to rocket through her till she convulsed violently, throwing her head back and howling as she exploded pussy juice down the road soaking several onlookers as she completely her transformation into a complete bitch. Still panting heavily, she slowly turned to look at Maeve with her teeth bared.
Maeve had not been outside of the Fae city to know what the outside world was like. She did not know the Fae people were tiny. The book said dogs were fairly small animals, but she did not realize the illustration was of a dog and a human, not a Fae. To Faeries dogs were absolutely huge. Well, Maeve may have to spend the next several years worth of chores to make this up to her elder sister. At least they would now have to spend more time together...that is, if Ava didn't want Maeve to tell everyone who the giant horny mut was that wrecked a city block with her cunt. | null | [] | {
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This is the first in a series of short stories I'm going to write about a group of friends who hang out at a particular cafe, and the various connections they eventually make with each other, hence the title Cafe Connections. This particular story involves my own character, who has recently parted with his lover, and is pretty much looking for some rough, simple sex, and maybe finds more than just that. Hope you all enjoy. Mechina
Mechina sat on the couch in the back of his favorite cafe, Rocketstar, the obsidian scales of his exposed chest gleaming behind a haze of smoke. He was leaning forward slightly, claws folded beneath his chin, his eyes far off in the world of his thoughts. He wore a black satin dress shirt, rolled up past his elbows and unbuttoned, nothing beneath. The exposed parts of his form were lithe and slightly toned, marked with white runic brands in strange diagrams; his black wings folded behind his back. The dragon's well muscled legs were garbed in baggy black cargo pants that hung teasingly low, his tail flicking this way and that, moved by his dark thoughts. Just a few days before this, his lover of nearly a year had decided he wished to be 'just friends.' The idiocy of such an idea considering the circumstances around it just irked him to no end, and, considering he and his ex-lover's sexual appetites, far too many familiar places held memories that brought unwanted emotion. This couch, even, had been a site for one of their adventures, still fresh in his mind...
"I love you," the voice said, as a playful feline claw ran up his back, sending shivers rampant through his body...*
Growling, the dragon cast the memory aside, and attempted to do so with the feelings that came with it, though one persisted against his will. Now, not only was he irritated, he was aroused, and that just topped his week off. His mate had left him for another, he had lost a good friend thanks to the war, and he no longer had a place to stay, due to events that had happened earlier that day. Nothing was going right for him anymore. At this point, all he wanted was a fuck without any implications. Alcohol, which he had just celebrated finally being able to get legally, was another option. He looked up at the entrance while he pondered this, and saw one of his good friends come in.
De'astin was a gorgeous wolf, the seemingly stereotypical type you saw all the time on the covers of fashion magazines for males. He was a perfect, silky gray with a milky white chest, muzzle, and face. De'astin's reputation was a bit shady, he was known to be the person you went to if you needed something that might not have been legal, and he organized a lot of the local raves. He moved straight to the couch to drop down beside Mechina. "What's with the doom and gloom look, Mech?" De'astin queried as he sprawled, garbed in a thin, half-zipped hoodie that exposed his muscular chest and faded blue jeans covered in anti-government patches and tears, a few pretty revealing ones.
Mechina sighed, and rubbed his face. "Homeless, mateless, and horny. Not a great combo." Mechina was pretty blunt when he did speak, which wasn't often. The dragon was on the shyer side most of the time though in certain crowds he was sociable. He was well liked by those who put the effort into getting to know him, and he was fairly attractive.
"Wow. You really did get it bad this time, dude. Well, I know you, and you'll be back at it in no time. As for being horny... Couple ways that could be remedied. Most convenient, yet dissatisfying, option would be to paw off." De'astin cracked a smirk, being his usual smart-ass self, trying to cheer Mechina up. While De'astin was a bit arrogant, he was still kindhearted and loyal to his friends, and his smile was infectious.
"Heh. You only suggest because you secretly think of me pawing off and paw off yourself." Mechina chuckled, flicking his tongue at De'astin playfully. The two made such jokes with each other often, neither really expecting the other to take it seriously, both thought the other to be disinterested since they had met.
"Maybe. Maybe I think of more than that." De'astin gave Mechina an odd look, to which Mechina had to loft a brow.
"And by that you mean?" Mechina queried, curious to see where the wolf was trying to take things. Secretly, Mechina had thought of De'astin in that way for the longest time, never acting because he thought De'astin was too attractive to be interested, and De'astin was convinced Mechina had always been looking for something other than what he had to offer.
"You want to come upstairs with me?" De'astin asked, his smirk softening a bit, with a playful sparkle in his eye. The wolf lived in the apartments over the cafe, preferring the solitude of the lofty studios rather than rooming like most college-aged males, and it was perfect for his sexual behavior, most roommates wouldn't approve of how often De'astin had overnight guests.
Mechina chewed his lip as he considered momentarily, the thought both appealing and somewhat surprising, and then gave in. "Yes, actually, I would." The wolf *was* gorgeous, after all, and Mechina needed it right then, and it was something De'astin himself had been wanting for a long while. The wolf then took Mechina by the paw as he rose, and led him up the stairs to his quarters.
The details of what the apartment looked like were lost on Mechina, as De'astin was on him as soon as they entered the door. The wolf grabbed Mechina by the neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, his tongue probing Mechina's muzzle, De'astin's forcefulness nearly melting him then and there. The wolf gently led Mechina to the bed while his kisses moved from Mechina's muzzle to the dragon's neck, nibbling at the sensitive flesh just enough to hurt in that exquisitely good way, and his paw groping at Mechina's crotch. As Mechina's legs bumped into the mattress, De'astin pushed him onto it, his paws grabbing onto Mechina's baggy pants and tearing them off with gusto, leaving Mechina exposed. His sheath was already full due to De'astin's wandering paw, and his perfect black member emerged fully as De'astin lowered his snout and gave his sheath a tortuously slow lick starting at Mechina's plump balls and proceeding up Mechina's shaft with just the tip, tasting Mechina's slit before going down on Mechina's thick seven inches. De'astin was obviously experienced, and his delicate use of teeth and strong tongue worked at Mechina's member until it was rock hard, causing Mechina to pant with pleasure. He generally did nt enjoy being given oral, but De'astin was doing it like noone before him had.
De'astin lifted his head, and Mechina drew him into a long kiss, the two twining tongues, both lost in their arousal. De'astin's paws fumbled with the removal of his own pants, but sure enough, they were soon gone and De'astin's beautiful member was exposed, his sack the size of Mechina's fist. The wolf was already fully aroused, his slick eight inches glistening and thick, with the typical canine knot at the base. As he continued his make out with Mechina, he positioned himself with his cock angled at Mechina's waiting tailhole. Mechina gave a muffled gasped of surprise and slight pain as De'astin suddenly plunged into him, a gasp that turned into a low moan of pleasure as his insides relaxed around Deastin's thick length, ecstatic in the feeling of finally habing someone inside of him again. De'astin didn't bother going slow, his cock demanding rough pleasure, and thusly he quickly pulled out and slammed right back in, causing Mechina to groan in ecstasy. De'astin began pumping inside Mechina, the two breathing heavily, claws and teeth exploring each other's body, De'astin's fur damp with sweat, and Mechina's smooth scales slick in De'astin's embrace.
Mechina's clawtip traced De'astin's spine, following his back down to his rump, the hoodie having been discarded not long before. The dragon squeezed the wolf's firm rump as De'astin continued his thrusting, his cock hitting all the right places to make Mechina groan and gasp in pleasure. Mechina's claw slid down to De'astin's tight pink tailhole, tracing light circles around it before squeezing into the orifice. De'astin gasped in delight at this, thrusting hard into Mechina's tight ass, locking his muzzle onto Mechina's own in an impassioned kiss. Mechina began finger fucking De'astin in counterpoint to De'astin's thrusting into himself, his skillful digits driving the wolf into a frenzy as he first added one extra digit, and then another.
De'astin's thrusts became harder and more urgent, causing Mechina to gasp uncontrollably, struggling to hold back his climax in the rush of pleasure. De'astin was an experienced top, and his thrusts were aimed perfectly at giving both he and Mechina as much pleasure as possible, and the tightness of Mechina's tailhole around his cock was delicious. Mechina was not a passive bottom either, and he milked De'astin's tool with his ass muscles in a way that made De'astin growl continuously with pleasure. De'astin suddenly plunged in to the hilt on Mechina, the dragon letting out a roar of pleasure as he let off as his first orgasm hit, copious amounts of seed shooting onto his bare chest, his ass clenching tight arousnd De'astin's not, triggering the beginning of De'astin's lupine orgasm.. As Mechina's tailhole closed over the knot, it began to expand, pulsing as it did so, to the size of a fist inside of the dragon, who could only moan as De'astin continued humping inside of him as he fired load after load of hot cum inside of the dragon, the knot pulsing against Mechina's prostate, bringing him near to a second climax. De'astin leaned his head down and began sucking Mechina off, milking Mechina's cock with his skilled tongue and lips, seeking out the most sensitive places instinctively, and it wasn't long before Mechina came again, firing his hot load into De'astin's gullet, and the wolf drank him dry. His orgasm once again caused his prostate clamped down on De'astin's engorged knot, driving the wolf to fire one last volley of hot seed from euphoric pressure. Both panted, exhausted and spent, before embracing each other and falling into slumber, still joined as one. | Cafe Connections 1: On the upside... by Mechinadragonash | [
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Please don't steal my Characters or my ideas, sorry if this is similar to your life(as if) Some more latin in this one courtesy of Google translations again,
Carrying an opaque white bag Korm headed out to the footpath to throw it in his wheelie bin. It was collection day so he had taken the bin out a few hours earlier, after opening the lid and cramming the bag in he saw the truck was already heading down his street. He shut the lid and stood waiting for the large white garbage truck to shuffle its way down, god it was moving slow. As it was getting closer he noticed that it had neglected to pick up the bin at the house before his, and leaning backwards he could see that the others hadn't been emptied either, if they had been the lids would be open. Feeling a tingle run up the back of his neck he turned and walked slowly back into his house.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "HELLO? ANYONE HOME?" Korm heard a man yelling. He had heard the truck stop for a few seconds before continuing on of course he had also heard a door slam as someone got out of the truck. Korm had locked his front door and went into the bedroom to his clothes cupboard he had to be ready if this was, as his feeling suggested, something bad. He pulled aside his jackets and pushed a button concealed on the upper side of the door frame.
SMASH! Korm heard a window shatter at the back of his house, they were coming in and they weren't being quiet about it. He heard the footsteps coming through the house towards his bedroom, the bedroom door was kicked open so hard that the handle smashed a hole in the wall. The man proceeded to his computer ripped the cords from the tower box and left out the front door. Korm heard the truck stop again, the door slam and the truck left. He was still under the floor, under the bed. The button had opened a trap door to a bunker under his house, the lab told him he would need it one day. It was equipped with everything that anyone would need for survival in case he had to hide out for a prolonged period. It was fire proof and once a man was inside there was an override to render the button in the cupboard useless. There was also no way anyone could trace the button to that which it operated as the link was wireless. Korm was in his bunker sending the last of his data backups to the second alwaysn computer in his lab, the button had a secondary feature. It immediately backed all pre-set files up to his bunker computer via 10mb/s wireless LAN. He had his dream notes, technical notes and research pre-set, all of it had been transferred and deleted from his hard drive as the files were compressed it had only taken seconds.
Looking at the monitor, he saw the feed from 30 pinhole cameras placed throughout his house, all were clear.
He opened the encrypted messaging service on his computer and typed in a binary code to access the Lab's message system.
Which was the following: "have been attacked, assailants unknown proceeding with breach protocol will contact within 24 hours"
Three hours later Korm was sitting on a large piece of concrete in a dimly lit, empty building. He was setting up a laptop that he had cut from the inside of this rodeo's back seat, it had all the encryption software installed but required a code on start-up or the hard drive would fry. He input the code and let the Lab know that he had evaded any tails and the breach protocol had been enacted, all he had with him was his car and the clothes on his back.
A reply came from the Lab, a reply directly from the Director, after decoding it read: "Info being gathered, confirmation of breach protocol enactment accepted, proceed to secondary pit, return to Lab in morning, DISCARD VEHICLE"
Korm shut the laptop down and walked through the debris to the doorway. He went to the car and put the laptop under the drivers seat. The car started first time and he pulled out of the abandoned block and headed through down a bush road away from town. After he had emerged from the underground bunker, he went to his car and grabbed a jerry can from the back. He set it on the ground and pulled a crowbar out as well. After ripping one of the weatherboards off the house's back wall, he withdrew some fake number plates and changed his cars plates. He threw the crowbar back into the car and then the original number plates went into his house. His house was laced with a passive explosive that had to be armed or it was just as useless as play dough, C2 explosive was much more stable than c4 and the explosive can be more easily controlled. The arming device and detonator were concealed in his car as well, he poured the petrol from the jerry can on everything he could from the front door to the back, threw the can as far in as he could and shut the back door. As Korm was driving away several small muffled bangs were heard from his house and the petrol ignited, and his house was gone along with everything that was evidence of him being there Long before the Fire Service ever got there.
As he drove away from the abandoned block he saw a side road and turned onto it, after travelling two kilometres, he turned his car right and drove it into the bush. He transferred all the gadgets from his car into the chest on the motorbike that was concealed in the bush and drove his car into the underground storage. After grabbing a few essentials from the stored food and water, he locked the front from the inside and headed down stairs. It was a small place, big enough for his car and the bike on the top level and just a room with a bed and a computer on the lower level. The facilities were powered by batteries, activated upon entering and sufficient for at least a week of constant use.
He plugged his laptop in, preferring to use that over the on base computer, and plugged the satellite line in to his modem. He sent one more message before retiring to bed that day: "Secondary pit reached and secure, not followed going to stay here the night and proceed just before sunrise, prepare the shed two wheels only."
With that he hit the hay.
"Liber, Maritus, Periculum!" The woman was standing facing his but her head was concealed in shadow. He wondered what was casting the shadow as, looking up he saw nothing above them. He had control of his head in this dream but not his body. He moved his gaze back down and saw that he was naked, she was also naked. A soft light was caressing her thighs and the left side of her abdomen. The light emanated from nowhere and threw a shadow over her right side, the swell of her stomach was a little larger this time, he surmised that this was his mind dealing with the impending 'birth' of his daughter. The feline glided over the ground towards him, her paws making no sound on the ground. She raised a human hand to his face and stoked along his bearded chin. He still couldn't see her face it was like a matt black block over her eyes, ears and nose. She moved her hand to the back of his head and proceeded to kiss him, plunging her tongue deep into ins mouth, his tongue replied feeling it was natural, something he did everyday, it slipped in and around her rough feline tongue, exciting him as he tasted he. He felt her starting to pull out of the kiss and he couldn't do anything about it as his body wouldn't respond. Her hand licked down his side and he felt it encompass his shaft, she pulled her hand away from him, and the pushed it back towards his body. Korm let out a quiet moan. Her head rushed forward until her ear was resting on his cheek, he could feel her face fur and smell her cat-like scent.
She was still pumping downstairs as she whispered in his ear: "EXCITO!" More Latin, WAKE!
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I walked by Pup's room on another round of pacing around the den as we called it. I was itching to get out of there and gain some relief for myself however leaving him alone while vulnerable was out of the question, even if this place was lined better than Fort Knox. I let out a soft sigh knowing tonight was going to be a long one, he had been trying to prolong the down times of his raging hormones by pulling virtual all nighters with more than one women. Unfortunately his body didn't care about the quantity of women just the quantity of release. However our line of work didn't always allow for that. I knew he probably caught my small sigh but the women in the midst of the throes of passion would not have heard it.
I turned away from the sights of the two women one riding pups large thick cock and the other riding his tongue and the sounds of their screams. More screams erupted and then a short growl shortly after. I knew with the pattern of things I had scene in other women's heads that he had changed positions and was now driving hard into the wet depths of one of the females while pounding away into the other with his long fingers. I shuddered, flashing through the different screams I had heard over the past couple of months. Afterwards, when he was sated and calm again I was going out hunting to drown out the screams with the women that I conquested.
Nothing ever did compare which given who and what he was, was understandable. Not that I had personally known the reasoning but through the memories of the women I erased I saw, heard and felt everything as they had. I knew every inch of him through the eyes of those women, every inch. I knew what every thrust felt like. Not that many humans were able to too closely scrutinize what I had over the past months. His rock solid six foot tall body, chiseled half by biology and half by life we led, his long thick dark hair. His skin, that looked dark but was covered with a thin fine layer of fur. His ear, slightly pointed back. His eyes, a light golden color that gradually got darker as his need deepened. His teeth, all sharpened and ready for deadly feeding. And no one noticed that he walked on the balls of his feet.
The last quality of pup I had learned from seeing through the eyes of those he took, was that his cock was just as proportional to the rest of him. It was my job once he had finished was to replace their memories and send them on their way. The unfortunate side effect which I had not brought up to pup was that I knew every thing they had done so very well, I knew exactly what it would feel like to be with him though I never had and we agreed never would. I felt the hum of my drive pulsing under my skin and cursed myself willing memories that weren't my own away.
Tonight I not only needed to feed but I needed to have my physical needs met as well. A deadly combo brought on by the Nanos that wasn't learned until a couple of months into the program. A program much like Pup's, where they called for people to be test subjects for genetic alterations. This was in effort to prepare people for the future when surviving became important and not just monetary gains. That was although how they pulled people in, a large sum of cash. That wasn't to say that subjects weren't screened and handpicked for the tests. The main reason I entered the Nano program was that it promised to fix just about anything that could be physically wrong with a person and was a hell of a lot cheaper than lasik.
They soon found that the Nanos didn't just die off when everything was "fixed" because the body was constantly in a state of disrepair meaning the Nanos were constantly working and burning fuel. Their fuel happened to be blood and the body didn't naturally reproduce blood fast enough to supply the Nanos. Transfusions had to take place in order for the Nanos not to drain blood from tissue, muscle and then organs. Unfortunately there wasn't enough transfusion blood available for those that had the Nanos. Most of the subjects died off while very few us began to develop differently.
It was believed that the Nanos altered their hosts in order to obtain more blood. The few of us who survived had heightened senses, became stronger, move faster and our bodies stayed in an optimal performing condition. Even with these adaptations there were only a handful of us that had learned to use the most important change we had undergone, fangs. Once we penetrated a source of blood the Nanos would draw the blood up through our enlarged canines.
It had become Pup and I's job to find those who had gotten out of control with their "needs" and eliminate them. Tonight however would be a night where kept our needs in check. Personally I didn't like going this long without but with Pup trying to extend the time between his needs I never voiced my discomfort. On another round around the building I noticed that Pup was moving faster with his thrusts, his release was close. Just as I had circled to my room to get ready for the night I heard his loud growl followed by a short sharp howl.
I smiled despite myself, he was becoming like clock work. I knew exactly when he had his release by the sounds he made and through the other women's eyes I knew exactly what I would see as he did. The slight change in his eyes, his skin slick with sweat, his muscled tensed and shuddered and he came all over whichever woman he had been previously penetrating. He would take a few moments to regain himself then he would come to my room and I would go to his. He would shower the reminants of his release off and get ready for the night.
I would removed all traces of Pup from the women's minds and clean up what ever Pup hadn't making sure there was absolutely no trace of what had happened. I sighed sending the women off into the night, the pair still held the soft smile of satisfaction on their faces. As we passed each other in the hall returning to our respective rooms Pup reached out and gently grabbed my arm and stayed like that until I looked up into his eyes. It wasn't a surprised to see his eyes back to a very pale yellow but the gratitude in them had me at a loss for words.
It was always understood that in our moments of weakness after whatever release we may have had the other would clean up the mess to make sure we weren't discovered. At least that's what I had assumed. When he spoke his low voice was slow and deliberate making sure there was no doubt or confusion in his words, "I know you fight the pain of bearing their memories in your mind and in your flesh. I know you hold in the pain of your hunger and need. I know you do it all to protect me and for that I am grateful beyond measure." I blinked a few times unable to process a single thought just staring into his eyes knowing he was completely open and vulnerable in these passing moments.
I closed my eyes and muttered, "Careful big guy you wouldn't want the public to see you like this, they may not think we are dangerous after all." He grinned and let go of me heading back to his room to get ready for the night. | Amongst the city - chapter 1 by shywryter | [
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Graham's paw beat furiously at his swollen meat, images of the girl of his dreams flashing before his squinched eyes. The feline was gorgeous in her cheerleader outfit, the buttons undone to reveal graceful cleavage, skirt hiked up to show off her delicate heiney. She danced and twirled, making kissey faces at him, undulating seductively, occasionally lifting the front of her skirt to give him a glimpse of her pink, virgin slit.
Of course, the real Eve would never dance for him, never show off her lithe body for his benefit. In fact, when he had finally screwed up enough courage, after weeks and weeks of wanting her, to ask her out, the catgirl had laughed in his face, like it was some great joke. She had laughed and told him she'd rather "puke my guts out" and called him names, until he had run from her, ears burning. But that hadn't been enough. She'd told everyone she knew about his failed attempt, and pretty soon the whole school, or at least the popular part, was laughing at him. Except for the jocks, of course. They were too busy pushing him down, shoving him into trashcans, and knocking his books out of his hands.
Graham's ears flattened against his head as he neared orgasm, hunched over, teeth gritted. The catgirl in his imagination was naked now, on her back, arms outstretched, beckoning him close. Her arms closed around his shoulders, her long, muscular legs wrapped around his waist, and her full, pouting lips pressed against his in a joyful celebration of love. As their lips touched, he reached a shuddering climax, spraying thick globs of cum across his sheets.
But the real Eve would never beckon him closer, never press her lips to his in an ecstasy of sensation. Instead, she spread nasty rumors about him, telling everyone that he was poor, that he was gay, that he had an STD, that he was this and that and everything else. Since he had taken that giant leap of bravery, it seemed like everyone was laughing at him, that is, when they weren't shoving his face into the toilet. His life was even more of a living hell than it had been before. As he gathered tissue to clean up the mess, Graham Talesor began to cry.
"Fuck, I'm gonna be late again!"
Grabbing the piece of toast from the toaster, Sandra Lucas shoved it into her mouth as she tried desperately to get her jacket on without knocking anything else off the table. Shoving her paw through the arm of her jacket, she snatched up a glass of orange juice and slammed it down. Still grumbling, she grabbed her purse off the couch and darted out into the hall, almost forgetting to lock the door to her apartment as she hurried away.
"Why do I always do this? Why do I always oversleep?" Demanding answers from no one in particular, the squirrel rushed down the hall, rummaging through her purse to find her bus pass. The reason she overslept was obvious, even to her: she never went to bed on time, preferring to stay up until the middle of the night watching stupid old movies on basic cable, or pawing off to late-night soft core porn. She'd been doing that last one a lot lately, she mused.
She couldn't help it. At thirty-four, Sandra's sex drive was as healthy as it had ever been, if not more so. It's just that her social life had slowed down, imperceptively at first, until it had finally died in a shuddering crash. She hadn't been on a date in months, hadn't gotten laid in longer than that.
It wasn't because she didn't try; she certainly kept an eye out for opportunities. It wasn't because she was no longer attractive, either. Okay, so maybe she had put on a few pounds, but she still had a trim figure. And yeah, maybe her breasts weren't as perky as they used to be, and maybe her ass had expanded a tad, but hey, she was hot for her age. She just didn't have time to go to the gym every day. Or ever, really.
She just didn't have time to date, that's all. Or go to the gym. Or learn Spanish like she said she was going to. Or write her mother and tell her that things were going well, and not to worry, and she'd see everybody at Christmas. Frankly, she didn't have much time for anything. As she settled into her seat, she blew a lock of purple hair out of her eyes. Time. That's what she was missing. It was this damn job. Being a teacher put tremendous demands on one's time. Preparing her lectures, assigning homework, grading tests...
"Fuck!" Sitting up straight, Sandra remembered that she was supposed to bring the class's tests with her today. With a groan, she saw them in her mind, sitting in a pile on the edge of the coffee table, not a foot away from where her purse had sat. It was going to be one of those days.
Graham was having a shitty day. Those of us who remember the trials and travails of high school likely never had to put up with the things Graham put up with. It started as soon as he got to school. The snickers behind his back, the laughter in his face, the slaps upside the head and the punches in the shoulder. Walking down the hall on his way towards class, he was verbal assaulted the entire time. Sitting at his desk, cruel, obscene notes found their way onto his desk, reminding him just how much everybody hated him. He was so glad he wouldn't have to put up with this stuff next year.
Feeling miserable, Graham dropped his head onto his desk, wishing he could curl up in a ball and disappear. His teacher was late (again), and as he waited for class to start, he could feel everyone's stares on the back of his skull, hear the half-concealed chortles sent rolling his direction. "Just a few more months," he told himself. "Then high school will be over, and I'll never have to see these people again."
Ms. Lucas bustled in, late as usual, looking flustered. Graham had always kind of liked her. She wasn't really cut out to be a teacher, but she tried her best. She was just always so disorganized, like she hadn't thought ahead far enough to actually prepare for class. Honestly, she probably hadn't. Most of the time, she forgot her lecture notes and spent the hour reading a magazine while the smart kids made a circle and discussed last night's reading, and the dumb kids just talked.
Graham didn't notice her today. He tried not to notice anyone. His mind kept going back to the night before, pawing off to the image of Eve, disgusted with himself for still being so enamored with someone who had treated him so badly. How was he supposed to deal with these things? He couldn't help himself, couldn't make himself forget the feline. Even now, ears burning with shame, the butt of numerous jokes, he couldn't get her picture out of his mind.
The bell rang. Ms. Lucas looked up, startled. She had spent the entire hour stammering through a lecture on a topic they weren't even studying, until she had given up and pulled out her magazine, throwing her feet onto her desk, crossed at the ankles. Now she looked up at the class, and as they shambled out of the room, she reminded them to read Chapter 3 (or maybe Chapter 4), and promised that she'd have their tests tomorrow.
Out in the hallway, away from Ms. Lucas' ears, the kids renewed their taunting. That was another thing he liked about Ms. Lucas. Most of the time, she paid no attention to what was going on in her classroom, but she always did put a stop to any conversation that turned ugly. She swore, she complained about the other teachers, and she chatted amiably about topics that were completely unsuitable for school, but she never stood for name-calling among her students. Her classroom was safe. Out in the hall was another story entirely.
Graham just couldn't take any more. He suddenly veered right and charged down a different hall, head down, eyes glaring at the floor. He knew where he could go. A new gym had just been completed, and now the old one was off-limits while the school board decided what to do with it. It was something of a haven. Nobody ever went there, student or faculty, so Graham could be alone. Ducking under the yellow construction tape, he entered the gloomy old building, his footfalls sounding softly among the empty bleachers. Turning a corner, Graham sat down and cried.
Sandra was having a shitty day. Those of us who remember high school as being a never-ending fight to stay awake likely never had to fight as hard as she did. She couldn't help it, school was just *boring*. Who cared about history? It had already happened, what did it matter any more?
It didn't help that she had forgotten to write down lecture notes for today. Expertly searching her brain for memories of the lesson, she proceeded to lecture the class for about half an hour until she realized she wasn't even talking about whatever it was that the class was supposed to be studying. With a shrug, she had plopped down in her chair and took out her old copy of US. The smart kids learned better when she wasn't talking anyway, and the dumb kids didn't learn either way, so what did it matter?
When the bell rang, she'd been caught completely off guard. She reminded the kids to read one of the chapters in the book, she couldn't remember which one, and promised she would bring their tests tomorrow. If she wasn't running late again. Which she almost certainly would be.
"Whatever," she thought. "I need a smoke." Smoking was, of course, prohibited on school grounds, so Sandra had been forced to find a place she could go smoke without being caught. A new gym had just been completed, and now the old one was off-limits while the school board decided what to do with it. It was something of a haven. Nobody ever went there, student or faculty, so Sandra could be alone.
Ducking under the yellow construction tape, she entered the gloomy old building, her footfalls sounding softly among the empty bleachers. Leaning against the wall, she sighed happily as she lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, the tart smoke calming her nerves. Goddamn kids. Why do they care what they got on their tests, anyway? The smart kids always passed and the dumb kids always failed. Why would this time be any different?
She was in the middle of the thought when she heard a noise, a quiet, subdued noise, like a tiny whimper. Her first instinct was to ignore it, like she ignored pretty much anything that didn't deal affect her directly. With a snort, she took a drag on her cigarette, letting the smoke out slowly, savoring the hot, spicy aroma.
There it was again, that little, half-heard sound, like a tiny whine or squeak. This time, Sandra could tell it was coming from very close by, and it occurred to her that someone else might be in the gym with her.
"Probably a couple of kids ditching class to fuck," she sighed. There was a time SHE ditched class to fuck around with boys, but that was a long time ago. Part of her dreaded finding out that she was right, coming face to face with a reminder of her age and loser social life. Another part, which won after a brief struggle, was excited to see what was going on. This would be way hotter than cable porn!
Sandra walked along the bleachers and turned the corner, peeking her head around gingerly, careful to remain concealed. She was immediately disappointed. There were no naked co-eds writhing in ecstasy with one another, or even someone pawing off by him- or herself, just a little grey wolf curled up with his back against the bleachers.
"Damn. Just my luck," she grumbled. Taking another puff of the cigarette, she stood watching the wolf quizzically, something poking at the back of her mind, something that wouldn't let go. It took a few minutes, during which the male didn't look up, or even move, but she finally realized what was bugging her: she had seen that green hoodie earlier.
Of course! It was that quiet kid in her senior history class! The one who sat in the back and kept his head down, the one everyone else picked on. Sandra always felt sorry for him. He seemed like a nice kid, he was just a wimp, and high school kids ate wimps for breakfast. It didn't help that he was a real runt, as small as any freshman, in a class full of massively-built morsels of masculinity. He sure was a cutie, though...
A wicked grin coming over her face, the squirrel dropped her cigarette on the floor and moved fully around the corner, arms folded, looking down her nose with an air of authority.
"Cutting class, are we?"
The wolf pup jumped, so caught up in his own world he'd had no idea the other furre had been standing there for several minutes. He started to stammer out an apology, but Sandra cut him off.
"I don't wanna hear your stupid excuses, you got that? What's your name?"
"Graham Talesor, ma'am." His voice sounded sick.
"Come here, Graham, and explain to me why you're here instead of in class where you belong." Sandra hoped that he couldn't smell the cigarette smoke on her breath. That would be *just* what she needed.
As the small wolf stepped forward, he moved into a patch of light coming through the window, and Sandra could see his face was damp from crying. As he looked miserably up at her, his eyes shimmered, like he was trying to fight back tears even now.
"I-I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to, I ju-"
"Just what?" She cut him off sharply.
"I just couldn't handle it any more!" Now he burst into tears, throwing his paws to his eyes, his little body wracked with choking sobs. "Everybody's so mean to me, and the boys beat me up, and the girls make fun of me, and I just can't face them any more!" Now Sandra remembered she'd overheard some of the rumors about this kid. He'd asked out one of the popular girls in her class, and now the whole school was hassling him for it. Sandra couldn't help feeling sorry for him, and as she looked at him, an idea came to mind that might fix both their problems...
"Of course the girls make fun of you," she sniffed. "You never stand up for yourself. You act like a little kid. High school girls don't like boys who act like kids."
The wolf sniffed loudly and looked up at her, eyes shining. "They don't?"
"Of course not," she stated matterf-factly. "High school girls like boys who act like men."
"Oh." The pup's voice was full of dejection, his shoulders slumped.
"But you're in luck, kiddo. High school girls might not like it, but there are some grown-up women who actually prefer small fries like you." As she spoke, Sandra took a step forward and knelt down in front of him, one paw on his shoulder, looking him full in the face.
"R-really?" The wolf didn't seem to understand what she was saying. Sandra laughed on the inside. What an adorable little thing he was!
"Really." Her voice had dropped to a near-whisper, and her eyes narrowed. Flashing her most seductive smile, Sandra reached her paw between his legs and caressed the wolf's package beneath his jeans.
"M-miss Lucas," he stuttered, paralyzed with confusion. A visible shiver ran up through his body, and Sandra knew she had complete control.
"Shhh, shh. Call me Sandra." She leaned in, gingerly pressing her lips against his. He stood stock still, except for a slight quivering. As she broke the kiss, Sandra lowered her other paw to his waist and began unbuttoning his jeans.
The cub stood ramrod straight, eyes locked on hers, obviously knowing what was coming but unable to mentally process it. No matter, he didn't need to be moving around right now anyway.
Sandra reached inside his open fly and tenderly pulled out his cock, which, just from touching it through his pants, had become hard and straight. She couldn't suppress an instinctive shudder as his member emerged from the darkness. It had been so long since she'd held one of these, and the sensation of his hot little rod in the palm of her paw was such a turn on. It wasn't huge, certainly, but it was a little bigger than she had expected, maybe six inches long, and hot to the touch.
"Mmmm, you're really hard, Graham," she cooed, her right paw wrapped around his shaft. "You must really be turned on." She began stroking him as she spoke, his penis pointed almost straight upwards, furry paw cuddling it as it traveled the length. "Does that feel good, honey?"
"Oh, Mi-I mean, Sandra. It feels so good, please don't stop." He was finally moving, his eyes closed, head tilted upwards, mouth hanging open a few inches. She could hear raspy breaths whistling through his nostrils.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna stop," she reassured him. "In fact, I'm going to make it feel even better."
"How?" He looked at her, curiosity overcoming pleasure for the moment.
Rather than explain, she decided to show him. With a wide grin, Sandra slid her other leg downward, so she was now on both knees, rather than a knee and a foot. Licking her lips, she lowered her head until she took the first few inches of his cock into her mouth, and closed her lips around it.
Instantly, she could feel her crotch flooding with desire, and she moaned into his groin as she slid more and more of his shaft into her mouth. It had been so long, so long since she had given a blowjob, and it was turning her on like crazy! With a rumbling purr, she began bobbing up and down on his young shaft, sucking hard at the burning meat between her lips.
Little paws found her head, tugging gently at her coif of hair, while his moans of pleasure echoed down from what seemed like miles away. Sandra hardly noticed these things, so intent was she on the prize before her, eyes closed tightly as she shoved, again and again, the little wolf's dick into her mouth, less a blowjob than simply fucking him with her face. While one paw pressed against his tummy for support, the other one rapidly pushed up her skirt so she could rub desperately at her tingling cunt, her fingers sopping wet in seconds.
With a long, shuddering cry, the little furre blew his load, a volcanic explosion erupting into her muzzle. She gasped, leaning her head back, letting his wolf-love splatter over her face and neck, heedless of the mess it was making on her blouse, jerking at his quivering meat until it finally stopped spraying, loving every minute over it.
The young wolf sat down tiredly, panting hard. "Wow, Mis-Sandra, that was incredible. That was so wonderful, I don't know how to thank you."
"I know how you can thank me, honey." Sandra stood up, peeling off her dirty blouse, revealing the black lace bra holding her orbs in place. Lifting her skirt, she showed the male her panty-less pussy, glistening with fluid, the fur around it damp with moisture.
Graham couldn't believe what was happening. As he fought to catch his breath, leaning back on his paws, his teacher stood up and began to disrobe, pulling her messy blouse over her head and tossing it onto the ground. Her breasts, held gently in place by a lacey bra, jiggled as she moved. He liked that. He liked that a lot.
"I know how you can thank me, honey," she purred, lifting the hem of her skirt. To Graham's surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties, and a thick pink slash stood out boldly against the grey of her fur. As her aroma wafted towards him, he felt drawn unconsciously forward, nostrils flaring as he neared her pink crotch.
"Go ahead, touch it." Her voice was a whisper, but not a request. No, Graham got the feeling that nothing she said was a request, but rather a command, one that he couldn't help but obey. As his paw reached towards her, he swallowed hard. He'd never been this close to a real pussy. He'd never even seen one in real life.
As his fingers stroked the outer folds, his teacher gave a happy sigh. His fingertips were damp after just a moment, and, bringing his paw up to his face, he gave them an experimental lick.
Incredible sensations ran through his mind, wiping out all other thoughts, filling his head with the thick, cloying scent of the woman before him. Swirling scents and colors twisted inside his head, and he felt a twinge in his semi-erect cock.
As he reached for his teacher again, the squirrel shook her head, and for a moment he was crushed by the thought that it was all over. Momentarily, Sandra was on her back, skirt hitched up, legs spread wide to give him access. "Go ahead, honey. Put a finger inside me."
The horny pup didn't have to be told twice. Licking his parched lips, he slid a digit past her moist outer folds and into the hot cave within. She hissed through her teeth as he did, vaginal muscles clamping down on his extended finger.
"Good, good. Now move it back and forth."
Graham obeyed gladly, eyes fixed with fascination on her hot slit as he began to saw his finger in and out. The squirrel reacted wonderfully, body twisting sensually on the floor as waves of hot pleasure ran through her. The pink muscles in front of him twisted and squirmed, juice running down his paw and dribbling on the concrete below.
"Ooohh, good. Now be a good boy, put another finger in." Without hesitation, his middle finger joined his index, and the femme's gyrations seemed to increase in both speed and intensity. Graham didn't fully understand the whys and wherefores, but obviously the squirrel was enjoying this tremendously, and it was a huge turnn. As his fingers disappeared into her steamy recesses, the wolf felt his cock straining once more, as hard as it was a few minutes ago.
No longer comfortable in a sitting position, Graham shifted so he could rest on one knee, sawing at the femme's pussy from a new angle, and though he didn't know it, it was driving Sandra even crazier this way. She happened to glance down, to see what he was doing as he shifted his weight, and when she saw that he was fully erect again, her eyes got wide.
"Graham, honey," she gasped, body rocking with heat. "Do you want to fuck me?"
The young furre could do nothing but nod, his voice no longer functional. Grinning wildly at him, Sandra struggled to sit up halfway, resting on her elbows, legs drawn up so that her feet were on the floor. "Go ahead, kiddo. Don't make me wait."
Graham extracted his fingers from her quivering pussy, his arm trembling violently. Taking a deep breath he climbed up onto his knees, between her legs, paws planted on either side of her heaving body. He yelped a little when her paw took his cock, and when he felt her press the head of his penis against her outer lips, he gave a gasping shudder.
Very slowly, he pushed himself inside. The sensation was indescribable. He reached deeper this way than he could with his fingers, and she was practically boiling inside. The heat and pressure on his dick was intense, and if he hadn't stopped for several moments to catch his breath, he would have cum then and there. He glanced at Sandra, as if looking for orders, and she nodded.
He didn't move slowly for very long. The feeling was too intense, the need too pressing. He slammed his cock into her, over and over again, with all the force he could muster. He was no longer a runt. He was a wild animal, pounding at the female below him, forcing himself inside her with every thrust. She moaned and writhed beneath him, biting at his shoulder, her sharp incisors cutting into his skin.
"Oh, oh, yes," Sandra groaned through clenched teeth. "That's it. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! Don't you *dare* stop now!" Her command was to be obeyed, no matter what, and Graham gritted his teeth and sped up the pace, crashing furiously into the older furre, his body a blur of motion, his mind a reeling chaos of sex and heat.
The squirrel squealed and bucked underneath him, her vagina crushing him as a climax rocked her body, the heat inside her intense. It was too much for the young wolf. With a great cry, he came, unleashing a torrent of white-hot cum into her body, splashing out of her pussy, spattering their thighs. This was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, and it was several minutes before he was able to pull out without collapsing on top of her.
When her eyes stopped rolling in the back of her head, Sandra regarded the little wolf lying exhausted between her legs. He didn't look like much, but that was one of the best fucks she'd had since, well, since she could remember. She was going to make sure this wasn't a one-time thing, that was for certain.
"Well, how did you like that, honey?" she murred. The wolf only grunted in response, to tired to speak. Not that it mattered. She was in control of the boy, that was obvious. Getting to her feet, Sandra picked up her blouse and wriggled back into it, noting with irritation that it was big dollops of wolf cum on it. Well, she could take a half-day.
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The Canine Underworld #8
Part of The Dream That Turned Real series
Earlier...
(First Person)
"So, now what? We go in?" Ryan asked me.
(Third Person)
"Sorry, guys, no go." Mike said as he lowered his head and tail and walked away, in the direction of the fort as he changed back to his Anthro form.
"Aw, Mike..." Ryan said as he followed the disheartened werewolf a time later.
The others looked at the town beyond the wall, then to the pair of Lycans in the distance. Gorn made the gesture for blowing one's own brains out, making the appropriate sound for it before grabbing the dingo and carrying him as they went to where they called home.
"Moike, you are a fuggin' coward!" Dan said.
"Dan, don't insult him. You know what's gonna happen." Ryan defended as he watched Mike, who sat on a rock with his head in his hands.
"I know, but it kinda proves that your boyfriend has a weakness."
Mike cleared his throat in a low growl.
"We all have strengths and weaknesses. But it is our own decision to take that risk, of exploring the unknown, to face whatever comes our way." Gornak informed Dan. "Besides, we are not going to risk our lives if it isn't necessary."
Ryan sat down next to Mike and put his hand on the other Lycan's back. "You should ignore Dan, he's kinda screwy in the head right now."
Mike lifted his head and looked at his mate.
"Sooo, what now? What are we doing?" Lupo asked, looking around at everyone.
"I don't know, why don't you and Dan wrestle for a bit, entertain us?" Ryan told him. "Good training."
"I'd rather not. It's kind of embarassing, if you get where i'm going."
"Come on, show us your moves!" Ryan egged the wolf on.
"Unless you wanna have a go with me, Rai." Dan suggested, putting his fists up.
"Not happening." the werewolf said, folding his arms. "It'd be like you picking on Mike, then you get your lights knocked the fuck out."
"Well, damn it, what're we s'posed to do, other than wait for the next wave of Demons to rear their ass-fucking-ugly ass-faces?"
Lupo rubbed his chin. "Hmm... Hibernate?"
"Done that." Mike said. "Might do it again later."
"This one sounds a bit childish, but we could play either Tag, or Hide and Seek."
"Nope." Ryan told the wolf.
"At least there's some tactical value..."
"Rock-Paper-Scissors, see who gets to explore the depths of Valdov's butt?" Dan suggested.
"NO." they all told him sharply.
"Wow, being in Hell sure got us in the slump." Lupo said.
"Ain't that the way it's supposed to be?" Dan asked him.
"Well, i don't know about you guys, but Ry an' I are gonna hit the sack for now." Mike said, pulling Ryan with him, going into Gorn's house to pull some Z's, as they thought about stuff to do.
While the two werewolves slept, the other three tried to figure out what to do.
"So, this is what makes those things insane. Nothing to do, no ideas... Just.. sit on the ground, stare at nothing, and wait for time to end." Dan said in a trance-like monotone as he sat down on the ground, before getting a mighty slap across the face from the minotaur.
"Dan, do not speak like that!" he shouted as he picked the dingo up and shook him back and forth. "Should you continue like that, you are only submitting to those monsters. To your own evils."
"Well, what the fuck else is there?"
Lupo went to rouse one of the Lycans as Dan and Gorn argued on.
"Mike? Mike, wake up, please. Dan is suffering severe mental trauma."
"Tell him to stick it up his ass." Mike mumbled in a gravel-filled voice as he rolled over to hug his lover.
"No, Mike, don't be like that. I have formulated an idea to keep Dan active, but i need you and Ryan to help me with it. It's a good idea, i promise."
"Urgh, fine. Ryan? Hon, wake up, the lesser species just grew a brain."
Lupo took the insult, but never reacted as both werewolves got up again.
"Ugh, why do i feel like i got jet lag?" Ryan asked himself, shaking his head.
Lupo gave them full detail of what they had to do: Build an obstacle course, along with a twenty foot tall game of checkers, with themselves as the pieces in teams.
"Team-based multiplayer and speedrun a map?" Mike said. "That actually sounds interesting. Yeah, let's go do that!"
In what seemed like a few hours, they had it all set up. A full-blown obstacle course to run through, and the pillars were moved into a checkerboard spacing, close enough to safely jump from one tower to the next.
"I am such a slut when it comes to mazes." Gorn deeply chuckled as he saw the maze before him.
"That's 'cause you're following the stereotype of your kind: You're gonna go in there, hide in the center, and wait for us to come and get you so you can mow us all down." Lupo said.
Mike opened his wings and hovered over the course, before some unknown force pulled him back down. "Whoa, let me go!" he shouted.
"Sorry, Moike, flyin's cheating!" Dan said as his whip held the werewolf in place. Mike let his eyes glow red with rage, and instantly he blasted a hundred-foot wide donut around the dingo, allowing no escape as the whip silently fell to the ground.
"How do you like that, shit-for-brains?" the werewolf called out.
"You're an ass, Mike!"
"Whadja just call me, dingo?" Mike said as he floated to the ground in front of Dan, touching noses with him as he snarled.
Dan nervously smiled. "I haven't a clue what you're talkin' 'bout. I-I was just thinkin' out loud by accident."
"ELBOW! KNEE! KICK! SLAP! KOH!!" Mike yelled as he hit Dan with each move he called. Koh basically translated into K-O, or knockout, final move, a hard right to the chin, sending the dingo flying out of the ring.
As Dan hit the ground, Ryan rushed to his friends' aid.
"Just leave me to die, already." Dan weakly said, tilting his head toward Ryan. "He's too much for me to handle."
"No, Dan, I won't." he said before turning to look at his mate.
"What?" Mike said, a look of unbound fury in his eyes, a stone-cold serious look on his face. "He had it coming. Did you hear what he called me?"
Ryan dug his fist into the ground. 'I thought he'd gotten that out of his system, already..' he thought to himself.
"Look, Ry, I know we are in a great deal of distress, but i think it would be best if Dan gave us some space. He should know already, I can't tolerate being called names! Especially 'asshole', I fucking HATE that one!" Mike said, his voice roaring across the wasteland.
Ryan looked at his mate. "Y'know, I was friends with Dan first before you."
"Does that mean you don't want me anymore?" Mike replied, feigning a look of shock upon hearing his words. "If so, just say the word, and I'll go serve myself up to those Demons on the other side'a the wall." he continued, nonchalantly as he pantomimed himself leaning on a wall, his thumb pointing in the direction of the wall.
"No, Mike, that's not happening!" Ryan teared up as he brought Mike and Dan in a close hug. "I love you both the same, and I am not letting you put yourself in danger."
"Oh, what's become of us, guys? We're kickin' each other's butts left an' right!" Dan sobbed while they hugged.
"Let us be thankful that we're not getting attacked every now and then by those monstrousities right now." Gorn said to himself, watching the three make up.
"You guys want another shot at the course? If not, Valdov wants to go Godzilla on it." Lupo asked, coming out of the maze.
"Let'im, we weren't gonna use it anyways." Dan said.
"Okay... Val, let'er rip!"
Awhile later, after the dragon demolished the obstacle course, everyone piled up on Gorn as they slept, leaving Valdov with guard duty. Not that he minded it, he needed something to protect.
All was quiet for a long time, as the dragon looked around, his vision sweeping across the barren wastelands. Suddenly he sensed something, and proceeded to wake the others up, by roaring, stamping his feet, and lightly whacking the house with his tail.
"Whoa, whoa, Valdov, calm yourself. What's happening?" Lupo asked as everyone raced out to see what spooked the dragon. Valdov then used all his brainpower to link up with them all.
'I.. sense.. strong magic, nearby.' he said.
"There are other mages near? Where?" Gorn asked.
'Cannot tell. Coming from everywhere!'
"DAN! DANNIE!" a voice shouted. Everyone looked around, trying to find the origin of the voice.
"Wait a minute, I know whose voice that belongs to!" Dan said. "RIIICCK!!" he shouted.
"YEAH, IT'S ME!" came Rick's reply, followed by a bout of relieved laughter.
"WHERE ARE YOU?" Dan asked.
"IN THE MORTAL REALM, AT YOUR BAR!" came the reply after a second.
"THE INNE? GREAT! WHERE IS MY MATE?"
"RIGHT NEXT TUH ME, GIVIN' US A BIRDS-EYE VIEW OF THE ACTION GOING ON DOWN THERE!"
"Dannie, it's Kraig! Are you alright?" the young fox said.
"YEAH, WE'RE FOINE! I FOUND YOUR DAD! HE'S WITH US!"
"DADDIE! Are you there?" Kraig asked.
"Yes, my son, I am here. I will be waiting for the moment when we can be together again!" Lupo said.
"Kraig?" Dan said.
"Yes, Dannie, i'm here. We're gonna get you all out of there!"
"THERE'S A FELLOW HERE WHO DEALS A BIT IN MAGIC; HIS NAME IS GORNAK, A MINOTAUR, AND HE IS CURRENTLY ADJUSTING HIS HORNS FOR MAXIMUM RECEPTION. WE'RE GOING TO TRY AND LINK UP WITH WHATEVER MAGIC LYCAON'S WEAVIN', SEE IF WE CAN GET A VISUAL ON EACH OTHER."
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"Wait a minute, the diamond!" I said, teleporting over to the crystal and quickly zapped out a sphere the size of your standard disco ball.
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"What are you guys doing right now?" Kraig said.
"Can you see us on Lycaon's screen?" Dan asked. "Mike's carvin' up a big'ol diamond that we found. Can you see it?"
"Yes, i can. What's he making?"
"Mike, what're you making?" Dan asked the wolf.
"That's for me to know and you to find out, let's put it that way." Mike said as he resumed shaping the desired object.
"Looks like a disco ball..." Dan told Kraig before realizing what it was. "Oh, wait. OH! I see it now, he's making a crystal ball so we can see you guys!"
"LYCAON!" Ryan shouted.
"Yes, Ryan?" the wolf-god answered.
"Could you shoot a projection of someone over there? Anyone, just try it!"
After a short time, the crystal ball in Mike's hands started to glow amber, then a bluish-white. Then, the ball started floating out of the werewolf's hands and away, before a Doberman faded into view.
"D'wahh.. brbrbrbrb." the Rover shook his head.
"Blitz!" Ryan called. "IT WORKED!"
"AHH, not in my ear! I need that, you know." Blitz said, rubbing his ear.
"What's the Blitz over on your side doing?" Dan asked.
"I have put him in a immobile trance-like state; A physical ghost of him now walks among you."
"Does that mean, if I punch him here, he can feel it there?"
"In a way, yes."
"Don't." Ryan said.
"Too late!" Dan said as he punched the Doberman on the arm.
"OW, YOU PUNK!" Blitz shouted as he began to chase the laughing dingo around, before slamming into Mike, in all his Feral glory. Screaming, the Dobie tried to run, before running into the Minotaur.
"LYCAON, GET ME OUTTA HERE!"
In a second, Blitz disappeared, replaced with the glass ball from earlier.
"Why'dja do that?" Dan asked Lycaon.
"You guys were being mean to me, that's why!" Blitz replied.
After a short time passed, the ball began to glow again, as a tall Springer Spaniel stepped out of the light, clutching his chest before seeing someone run up to him.
"Rick!" Dan said, running up to the figure.
"Dan!" Rick replied, bringing the dingo in a tight hug.
Breaking the hug, Rick was approached by someone he had also lost touch with a long time ago.
"Ry- uh, Officer DuBon!" Rick snapped straight to attention and saluted the werewolf.
"There's a name I haven't been called in a long time, Springfield!" Ryan saluted back.
After introducing Mike, Gornak and Lupo to the trucker hound, they went inside the house to discuss thier plans. That is, until Rick's form started to fade away.
"Oh, shit! What's happening?" he struggled.
"It seems that you cannot travel very far from the object used in your transversion to this realm." Gornak explained.
"Dan, get the ball, if you could." Rick said.
Dan went to grab the object, when it burned his hands the very second he picked it up.
"YEOW! How the fuck is that possible?"
"Perhaps only the Creator of the Sphere can wield it." Gorn said.
"Then it looks like I'm up." Mike said.
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I walked over and slowly closed my hand around the glass ball. I could feel the heat eminating from it, yet I was not harmed by it, it did not burn when i touched it.
"I got it!" i said in weak triumph.
"How is it only you can touch it, and I can't?" Dan asked.
"Methinks it hath trust issues." I replied in a sneer.
"That was so funny I can't even laugh at it."
I growled deep from my throat, letting him know full well who he was dealing with, posing like I was about to lunge at him.
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Mike picked up the ball, and they went inside Gorn's house to talk about the escape plan.
"Kraig really misses me, doesn't he? I can only blame myself for bringing up that idea of having that one-night stand with you." Lupo told Dan as the two sat down, the others standing, or leaning on a wall.
"Okay, so what's the game plan that the old man's got to get us outta jail?" Ryan asked.
"Well, he's got us a convoy of vehicles, bikes mostly." Rick started, "He's gonna set up some kinda wormhole between Earth and here. Me and the others'll ride down here, grab you guys, and goose it back. Simple yet complicated, I know, but it looks like you cleaned house on whatever monsters you were fightin' with, so shouldn't take too long."
"What kinda rides're we gettin'? " Dan asked.
"There's gonna be about twenty bikes, all the same thing, Horscht an' I're gonna carry ten each on our trucks; Zeke and Bane are gonna drive two cars down, Plee-a-dees, if I'm not mistaken. The Road Rovers have thier own rides, and, uh.. Y'probably don't know this, but there's three others who're taggin' along with us."
"Three others?" Mike said. "Can you put that into more detail?"
"Since you asked. One's a wolf, like you guys, the second one's a bird, and the third is a bear, like Horscht, but he's got more muscle."
"Hmm... who do we know that fits that description?" Mike asked.
"Can yuh look through your crystal ball over to Lycaon's side?" Rick hastily asked in an annoyed tone, without thinking. Mike pinned the trucker with a lethal stare, unmoving.
"I only asked a question; there's no need to be offended by it."
Mike did not answer; he still sat there with that cold look in his eyes.
"Okay, I'm sorry! What?" Rick asked, starting to look nervous now.
Dan looked at Mike, waving his hand in front of him. "Uhh, I think you ticked him off somehow."
"Well, I'm not pickin' any fights, so if you could do something to get him to at least take his eyes off me, I'd breathe a little easier."
"Uh, Mike? Mikey, you okay, hon?" Ryan cautiously approached. Mike quickly turned his head in Ryan's direction.
"Why don't we go outs- oh, right, only Mike can handle the ball. Damn!" Dan said, snapping his fingers.
Gornak stepped in between Mike and Rick, and swiftly kneed Mike in the gut, followed by a 'crack' sound as he butted heads with the Lycan, knocking him unconsious.
Ryan gasped. "Gorn, what the fuck was THAT for?!"
"He was about to attack our guest, your friend. Do not worry, I didn't kill him, I only knocked him out for a short time."
"You better be right, Gorn."
"Anyways..." Rick continued, "I don't know where the wormhole's gonna open up, but when it does, stay clear of it."
"So, those 'three other guys'? You didn't give us their names yet." Dan said.
"Greyfus, the wolf; Beakwood, the eagle; and Teddium, the bear."
"Greyfus..." Ryan echoed.
"Rick, your visit is over." Lycaon told the trucker.
"Alright then, Scotty, beam me up!" Rick said, making the others laugh a bit as he faded out of view, the ball's light dimming before going dark.
"Aw, Mike." Ryan sighed, looking at the other Lycan.
"He brought it on himself. His motives are unknown to me, aside from whatever it was that our messenger said to trigger his reaction." Gorn said.
"Well," Ryan said, cracking his knuckles, "Let's see if True Love's Kiss can wake him up."
Ryan picked up the other werewolf, cradling him in his arms, then brought his lips to Mike's in a slow, passionate, driving kiss that lasted a few minutes, sharing his saliva with his lover.
After breaking the kiss, he set Mike down and waited.
Mike slowly changed into his Feral form, claws extended several inches, and slowly came to as his skull mended, whatever brain damage Gorn caused disappeared.
"Mikey, are you okay?" Ryan asked.
, Ryan?"
"Mike's talking in Spanish; How do we fix him?"
"How did that come to be?"
"That would be my doing, Sir. Mike was about to attack your messenger, so I subdued him, by knocking him unconsious." Gornak explained.
"Daniel told us that you can control Magick as well."
"I can."
"You must search him for the soul controlling his voice, and eradicate it."
"And what method do you prefer I use?"
"Tap into his MindLink. Search through his memories between after he lost consiousness and before he woke up."
"I shall try my best, Sir."
Gornak instructed Ryan to restrain Mike in the form of a friendly hug, then placed his left palm to the possessed werewolf's forehead, and in a low rumbling voice, called forth his magick to search through Mike's subconsious memory.
"Hm... Where are you, vile being? Show yourself..." the minotaur muttered, his eyes darting about as he looked at various parts of Mike's mind.
Soon enough, he found it: A physical experience between Mike and a Demon. He found the Demon's point of view, as it's soul was sucked from it's body... out of it's rear, and into Mike's genetalia.
Gorn yanked his hand away from Mike, accidentally whacking Dan, who was walking behind him at the time.
"OW! What was that for? I didn't do anything."
"Dan, you may be right. Mike is channeling a Demon that never got fully absorbed as nutrition. You probably do not want to know how he got it."
"Mike took a Demon up the creek, remember? He showed us the one that turned to stone after he sealed the deal." Dan said, rubbing his head where Gorn hit him. "Ahh, dammit, that hurt."
"Mighty Lycaon, I found the demon's corrupt soul. How do we get rid of it?"
"Have you any incantations for this task?"
"We were hoping that you knew of such a spell, for I have none at the moment."
"Hmm... " Lupo said to himself, trying to figure out how they were going to remove this apparition from the werewolf without completely obliterating him. "I think, what we need, is a basic Exorcism-type ritual, then see where we go from there."
"Ya heard that, Lycaon? We need an exorcism spell." Dan said.
"I shall tap into Mike's subconsious, then you can channel your energy through me to Mike." Gornak told Lycaon.
"If you see this as a 'good idea', then I shall try."
Gornak performed the same MindLink as before, then told the wolf-god that he was ready. In a few moments, he was flooded with Lycaons' incantation, which the minotaur was passing onto the werewolf.
The others watched as Gornak's eyes glowed a light teal color as Lycaon remotely worked his magic.
"Ohh, please tell me this is gonna work." Ryan said, worried.
The tension was thick in the air, as the exorcism took it's toll on Mike and Gorn, the Lycan growing weary, the Minotaur doused with sweat, keeping his stance constant, until he sensed something within Mike's being: The demon was losing the battle, and tried jumping into Gorn as another host.
Gornak pulled his hand away again, Dan well out of his swing radius, and growled, wrestling with the entity as it tried to overpower him. He was not one to be underestimated, as the bullman conjured forth his most powerful dark magic, and forcefully expelled the Demon from himself, expiring the demon instantly.
Dan, Ryan and Lupo all jumped back and held each other as Gorn faced them.
"My friends, today marks a milestone for us, as we have sucessfully exorcised a demon!"
They applauded as Mike finally came to.
"Ugh.. what happened?" he said as Ryan came up to hug him.
"You... had a bad ghostie trying to posess you, but Gorn kicked it's ass and sent it packing. That's what happened. Remember that demon i caught you with?"
"Yeah."
"Well, somehow, you pulled some sort of cock-vore on it, but instead of taking the whole demon, you only took it's soul."
Mike widened his eyes at the news: he thought he was just mindlessly fucking a demon, yet he hadn't known that he was capable of such a feat.
"Holy fucking shit. Lemme get this straight: I... cock-vored a Demon's inner being just by doing what i did to it?"
"It appears so." Gorn said.
"That... is disturbing." Mike said before turning to Ryan. "Now I know how you feel."
"You don't know the half of-- Oh, wait, you do." Ryan replied. "Welcome to my current dilemma." he then said, a sheepish smile on his face.
"Soo," Dan said, looking around, "Now what do we do? What else can we think of that everyone can have fun doing?"
They went through thier options again: Eat, sleep, have sex, chase the dingo, play around in Valdov's droppings, race each other, build or destroy stuff, wander about the wasteland...
Everyone knew that the possibilities were somewhat as endless as it was in the mortal realm, yet in a limited form. They could do anything they wanted, but could not find any form of motivation, nor inspiration to get them to carry out thier desires.
"Damn. S'like we can do whatever, wherever, whenever, but it's like we're completely powerless to do anything. Friggin' sucks." Mike said.
"If all this clamoring is for activity, why not train yourselves to become stronger, more effecient.. Less whiny?" Gornak stated, getting evil stares from the Lycans.
"He is right, though. We have been doing more talking than taking action." Dan told them, "I noticed we've gotten a tad lazy since the Demons stopped attacking us."
Ryan and Mike both agreed on that cold fact.
"We have this unlimited freedom, right?" Ryan asked. "But there's no technology, no pre-made entertainment or food, no electricity.. all the stuff we used on Earth, we don't have over here."
"You know what?" Lupo asked, snapping his fingers. "It's like living in the days way before Benjamin Franklin even discovered electricity, even before he was born! We are living like our ancient ancestors."
"That's a crazy idea, Loop." Dan said after some moments of silence.
"No, really, iit's true! If i still remember my History correctly, we are currently living life like it was back in the Stone Ages."
"How so?" Gorn asked.
"Gornak, look at your house; You built it out of stone. Your furniture are made from the skins of the Demons you've slaughtered over time."
"Huh, I've never once realized that." the bull-man said.
"Out of the simplest resources at our disposal, we can create the stuff that we used to have. Shit, we can invent the wheel, as the cavefurs did long ago..."
As Lupo gave his speech on the resemblance of this incarnation of Hell to the Stone Age, Dan slipped away to do a little 'creating' of his own. Walking around, he came across some Demon carcasses twice his size, still intact.
"Ah... Here we go. Hmm.."
The dingo looked around for a good rock about the size of his fist, and picked one that felt solid, grinding it against a boulder from one of the nearby pillars until it turned into a blade. Testing it's sharpness, Dan accidentally cut himself. He winced as the pain died down some.
"Damn, that's sharp!"
Dan then went to work, slicing up the Demon for its' skin, to make into leather strips, finding that he had done an excellent job sharpening the stone, it cut through the hide with ease. After that, he found a slab of stone half his height. He envisioned his whip as a stone-shaping grinder, and it took on the shape of the tool. He further shaved and shaped the block of rock until it looked like a skateboard.
Checking its' weight, he found it was still quite heavy, so he shaved it to where it was light enough to work, yet thick enough to not break under even Gorns' weight, re-checking the weight every few passes.
Taking a few bones from the Demons' remains, and the leather strips he made earlier, he strapped the bones to the stone board to become its' axles. Transforming his whip back into the cutter, he shaped four wheels out of solid rock, balancing them as if they were car tyres, shaving thier weight before mounting them to the skateboard.
Stepping on the device with a light touch of his foot, Dan slowly put his weight on it, until he fully stood on the board. He smiled at his conquest as he tried its mobility; he had everything just right, the wheels didn't bind, the bone axles were strong as steel.
"Well, those who fail history are doomed to repeat it." Ryan said as Lupo continued on about the things they could make.
"And what better place than here?" Mike replied before Dan zoomed past them.
"Now what's crazy dingo doing?" Ryan asked, a confused look set upon him.
Dan rolled over to the others and kicked the board up from under him, grabbing it mid-air, and stood it up as he leaned on it, smiling. "Guess correctly, an' I'll let you use it."
They looked at the object, then at Dan. "It's a skateboard." they said in unison.
"Wow, how'd you all know?"
"We know what a skateboard looks like." Lupo said.
"Okaay... 'Ey, Mike, couldja build me a half-pipe?"
Mike shot him a fake posessed look, eyebrows furrowed like he was going to break the dingo's skateboard.
"Pleeease?"
The werewolfs' face twitched a bit, smiling as he let his breath leave him in a sigh. "Fine. But only 'cause I'm bored."
As Mike created the skate ramp, Dan pulled a few ollies while he waited. The others watched, Ryan yawning, Lupo itched his neck, Gorn standing like a statue.
The young werewolf jumped on the top of the halfpipe, and fired his heat-vision, glassing the surface for the dingo to ride on.
"Here we go, one half-pipe! Happy, Dan?"
"As happy as a truck in a mudbog." Dan said as he tested out the trick-ramp.
Mike watched as the dingo flew around the half-pipe, whooping as he caught air.
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'Well, this actually looks... fun.' I thought as I watched Dan on his skateboard, zipping through the halfpipe he requested.
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"Wow, he's actually having fun on that thing." Ryan said. "You should give it a try, Mike.
"Naw, I can't." he replied.
"Why?"
"Skateboarding's not my thing. I'd rather have a bike."
"Okay... but don't let me remind you."
"Ryan... Just looking at you alone is enough to do that."
"Aww, you do care."
"So... i ask again... what do we have for... activities?" Dan asked, launching off the ramp.
"I just thought of something.. Dodgeball, using a Demons' skull!" Gornak said as he held up a small skull, getting a creepedut look from the dingo. The minotaur winked at him.
"Wanna..." Lupo told Dan, followed by a few hand gestures and a high to low whistle.
"Hmm.. not really." Dan replied, turning down the wolfs' 'special' invite.
"Gorn, you were able to turn Valdovs' mood, and channel Lycaons' powers. How is it that you cannot use your magic to create stuff, or imbue our weapons?? Lupo asked.
"The extent of my powers are not as you think them to be." Gorn explained. "As I have only learned but a few simple tricks."
Dan launched the ramp one last time before sticking a landing near the Minotaur. "Well, if you knew every spell ever made, y'woulda passed the power level of whoever rules this dump. Then we'd be in even more trouble."
"You'd be wise to think that." Gorn said in a light laugh.
"Creepy." Ryan said, shaking his head before looking at Dan. "Can I have a turn on that thing?"
"What's the password?" Dan replied in a cocky tone.
"Hmm... Please?" Ryan angrily snarled in the dingos' face.
"Ah-ah, say it nicely, now."
Ryan slapped the dingo down and took the skateboard that was spinning in the air. "TOO BAD! It's my turn and you know it."
As Ryan played around with the skateboard, Mike dragged the limp Dan back into the fortress with Lupo in tow.
"You're never gonna learn from your actions, are you, Dan?" the werewolf asked.
"What good's a brain if you're not using it, man?" Lupo said as Mike neatened the dingos' fur.
"So, Dan wrecked both your rides... and Kraig told you to kill yourself because he wanted Dan over you. Not to offend, but that's just fucked up." Mike told Lupo as Dan went on the demonhide bed.
"Well, he didn't explicitly say that... It was... subliminal, to label it."
"Okay, continue."
"Dan didn't wreck my bike; it was broken when I gave it to him, the engine threw a rod, and killed one of the cylinders." Lupo told the Lycan. "The car, though, was completely accidental. Dan's bike coughed up the back tire, and he hit a pothole or a rock or something."
"And still I wonder how you were able to remember all that, from so long ago." Dan said, sitting up to look at the wolf before Ryan came in, holding Dans' skateboard, now broken in half.
"Hello, is this quality control? I need to make a complaint." he said.
"Yeah, well I got one for ya too, Ry." Dan said under his breath.
"Are you okay, Ryan?" Mike asked.
"Oh, I'm fine... well, maybe a little hungry."
Dan and lupo both had scared looks on thier faces.
Ryan smirked. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna eat you guys, I love ya too much to do that."
"And just how do we fix the munchies?" Lupo asked as Gorn came up behind the werewolf.
"You eat... That's the only way." the bull-man said.
Everyone stayed their positions for awhile. Dan coughed a little, breaking the silence.
"We're running out of things to do, aren't we?" Mike said, shedding a lone tear.
"We are, sadly." Ryan said, watching Mike's tear fall to the ground. "It's a zigzag pattern I've noticed: Activate, then procrastinate. We try an activity until we're tired of it. S'the downside to the ol' phrase, blah blah blah, repitition, yadda yadda yadda."
"And then we decide to sleep it off, which the question bugs me -- " Mike paused. "Anyone have any... dreams, lately?"
"Funny thing, that. We haven't had any. At least, nobody willing to share aside from you, Mike." Dan replied.
"I may as well share one, while we're on that topic." Gorn said, crossing his arms as he leaned on the wall behind him. "I had a dream that took me into the Medieval ages. I believed that I had been living in that time period, ironically, as a slave-driver. As most of my dreams, it... had a bad outcome."
"Ohh, you got..." Dan said.
"I did. Sent me to the guillotine, they did. That I remember the most, feeling that blade come down on my neck, sending me to an everlasting slumber as they sent their swords tween my eyes... Cheering their victory over my rule forevermore."
The minotaur looked around, everyone wide-eyed, Mike even shaking from listening to his tale.
"Something troubles you, Mike?" he said.
"I think Mike's a lightweight when it comes to horror stories. I swear, if he were wearing boots, he'd shake'em to bits." Dan told Gorn before looking at Mike. "Don't worry, I'm not making fun of you. I mean, you've gone through so much already."
"Good going, now he's not gonna be able to sleep anymore because of that." Ryan told the minotaur before tending to his mate.
"That was kinda harsh." Gorn mockingly said.
"I wouldn't say anymore, Gorn, 'till we get Mikey all better." Dan told the bull-man.
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I sat in that hotel room and watched her...watched as she told her story, watched as she cried, watched as she grew exhausted and, finally, watched as she slept. I knew she only slept because I had strongly encouraged her to take a few sleeping pills...she really needed the rest. She'd been carrying a huge weight on her shoulders, that's for sure. She was dating, and running drugs for, a man that would certainly hang her out to dry. And ultimately, she was working for Jimmy L, one of the biggest dealers in New York. It so happens he was also a problem for me. He just happened to be the number two guy under the man who had once tried to kill me.
I shook my head, grabbing my car keys, scribbling a quick note, and leaving a room that suddenly seemed too small and stuffy. As I folded my rather tall frame into my trusty Toyota, I shook my head again. I found the entire situation to be utterly absurd. And I wondered if I could save this woman...if she *wanted* to be saved. My mind was running a mile a minute as my foot pressed heavily on the gas. I felt the need for cool air against my cheeks, the feeling of freedom as the car made its way down a pretty deserted highway. I wasn't sure which direction I was driving in...I wasn't sure I cared. I was more amused that I had a knack for falling for women who wound up in trouble with gangs in New York City. Over a decade later and I was in the same situation. How had I turned my life completely around, turned it 180 degrees from where it had been when I was 19, and still wound up back in the same situation? In between a beautiful woman and the Netas.
I laughed, but I didn't really find anything funny. She was in trouble and I was not sure I could help her. Not without radically changing my life and possibly ending my career. Because to help her, I would most likely need help from my grandfather. And I had been very careful to put a lot of distance between my job and my grandfather. Contacting him, asking him for guidance, and maybe even for protection, would most likely get me kicked off the force. You can't have a criminal as a close relative. And my grandfather? I had checked once I was hired. He'd been indicted for murder at least three times. No way would my supervisors let that one go.
So, once again, I had to ask myself, was my life work risking for a woman? For *this* woman? I sighed. I didn't know. I just didn't know.
*
She was groggy when she woke. And the room was dark. Even so, she could tell Tae was no longer there. There was something about the feel of the room that made it obvious she was alone. She wouldn't blame Tae if she'd left for good. The mess she'd gotten herself in? It was crazy. It was idiotic. And who knew if she could escape it now? What were the options? Testify against Dylan and Jimmy L.? That was a death sentence. She knew Jimmy was connected in a serious way in New York. He was certainly connected in a way that made Dylan fear him. Who was she to think she could save herself by turning him in? And what kind of life would she have anyway? Did she know enough to earn her protection from the government? Did she want to move to a new city, as a new person, and live a new life? Did she want to leave her teaching job, her friends, the Northeast...Tae? She sighed. Tae should not factor into her decisions. She wasn't even sure Tae was coming back. Yet, the thought of never seeing the woman again...well, it wasn't pleasant. She sighed again.
She stood, deciding to take a hot shower and maybe get something to eat. When she moved the comforter, she saw the sheet of hotel stationary fall to the floor. She picked up the paper and read the bold, neat handwriting. '*Went for a drive. Stay put.'* So, she would return. She smiled at the thought, staring at the note as her eyes filled with tears. God, she'd made a mess of things. What right did she have to drag Tae into this? Tae seemed to be a decent person, she had a career, a life...if she decided to go against Jimmy, how could she ask Tae to risk her safety, her job, her life for her? What kind of monster would she be if she did that?
She wiped the tears from her cheeks, wincing as she encountered the raw, swollen bruises. In the bathroom, she stared into the mirror, wondering who was staring back at her. She recognized parts of the reflection, the dark, curls framing her face, the honey-caramel skin, the worried amber colored eyes, the dimples decorating her pronounced cheeks. But she couldn't place the black and blue bruises, the puffiness, the thick, dark lashes, heavy with tears. She couldn't place the pinched concern around her mouth, the wrinkles in her forehead, the bags beneath her eyes. Who was this woman staring back at her? Who was she and where had Victoria Longman gone? She shook her head. Maybe it was time to make some huge changes in her life. Changes that would allow her to face the woman in the mirror again. The question was, should those changes include Tae Gonzalez or not?
*
Tae pulled the car into a parking spot at the hotel hours later and simply sat. There were a million reasons to walk away, to leave the woman in that hotel room with some words of advice and nothing more. And logically she knew that's what she *should* do. But she also knew that's not what she *would* do. Instead, she intended to try and convince Vicky to risk her future, to risk her life, by turning in her boyfriend and a very well-connected drug dealer.
She made her way back to the hotel room and heard the shower shut off as she closed the door. She took a deep breath. She wasn't sure she was ready to have this conversation with Vicky. How do you tell someone her life was over? That if she didn't become a witness for the state, the men in her life would probably kill her? She turned the television off, combing her fingers through her thick locks impatiently. How should she start? Should she tell her about her grandfather? About almost being killed so many years ago? About the kind of men Jimmy worked for? About the options the DA would surely offer her? Which angle was the least intimidating, the least terrifying? Honestly they all sounded pretty shitty to her.
She wasn't any closer to an answer when the bathroom door opened. But for a moment at least none of that seemed to matter. All she could see was wet, glistening, honey colored flesh, thick, shapely thighs, a nicely rounded bottom, heavy breasts with dark nipples, hard from the cool air...the sight of her charge, sans clothes, erased every other thought from her head. It was obvious Vicky hadn't realized she'd returned. She was searching through a small make-up bag on the counter, reaching up to pull the elastic band from her hair and shaking the short curls free. She combed her fingers through her hair, not realizing how much more of her body she was exposing, before looking into the mirror and catching a glimpse of the tall woman who stood frozen, taking her in.
"Oh!" Vicky dashed back into the bathroom, closing the door between them.
Tae shook her head, trying to erase the image from her mind...trying to get her hormones in check. Jesus, the woman was intoxicating. It was the second time the woman had completely erased everything from her mind. Tae shook her head again, trying to focus. What was she supposed to talk to her about? Oh yeah, she was supposed to tell Vicky her life was over...
Minutes later Vicky stepped from the bathroom, a short tee shirt covering her well-proportioned frame. She smiled, embarrassed.
"Sorry, I didn't realize you were back," she apologized shyly.
Tae nodded, not sure she could get any other words past the constriction in her throat. The tee shirt wasn't helping much. How could someone be so sexy in a fucking tee shirt? She turned her back as Vicky moved toward the clothes she'd left on the bed. She listened to the sounds of her sliding material over those delicious curves and swallowed again, trying to clear her head.
"Okay, I'm decent. Sorry about that."
Tae turned to face the fully clothed woman and wondered why even the sight of her fully dressed wasn't enough to cool her off. She ran her fingers through her thick, dark mane of hair again, sighing.
"Uh...you hungry?" Tae finally managed to utter, her voice thick with arousal. It would be best to get this woman out of the room and away from a bed before she lost control...again.
Vicky shook her head. She was hungry, but she didn't really want to leave now that Tae had returned. Instead, she wanted to talk. She wanted to let Tae know she would understand if she left. That this was not her problem and it would probably be for the best if she just forgot about her and returned to her own life. She had rehearsed the speech in her head while she showered...now she just had to get it past her lips. She hesitated, approaching the tall, honeyed colored woman.
"Tae," she started, licking her lips, forcing herself not to focus on the sheer energy the woman exuded. "I-I...uh, I wanted to th-thank you...for everything. But you really d-don't need to—"
Tae watched the woman before her, stuttering, her long lashes hiding those enticing amber colored eyes, licking her full, luscious lips absentmindedly in a way that went straight to Tae's gut. She swallowed, not sure how long she would be able to resist. She cursed softly, moving two steps away from the beauty now staring up at her anxiously.
"Jesus, you're driving me to distraction." Tae exhaled.
"I am?" Vicky asked, confused.
"Yeah, you are. Fuck."
Tae turned from her, counting to 10 in her head, thinking of sheep jumping over fences, trying to recall the periodic table...anything to steer her mind in a different direction. But the feel of the woman as she moved to stand directly behind her, the gentleness of her touch as she reached out to touch Tae's arm...
"I don't underst—"
Tae turned abruptly, leaning down and covering Vicky's lips with her own. It was not a tender kiss, a lover's kiss...it was filled with hunger...and maybe just a little anger. Anger that this woman had shown up in her life, had taken her back to a place she didn't want to be, had gotten under her skin. She pulled Vicky close, her body filled with a delectable tension she hadn't felt in years. She would stop if Vicky demanded it, if she made the slightest protest she would stop...but the woman in her arms just melted against her. She swore silently, brutally gripping Vicky's upper arms as she started to move them backwards toward the bed.
"Jesus, stop me Victoria," Tae pleaded softly.
But Vicky did no such thing, sighing deeply as Tae moved in to hungrily ravage her mouth again. Surprised at first, she'd only needed a little coaxing, just a little push from the tall aggressor, before she was responding in kind. The feel of those lips, she remembered them well...full, soft...titillating. They moved against hers, drawing her in, capturing her senses, erasing every other thought from her brain. She was still being moved backwards and then could feel herself being lowered, but didn't put two and two together. She realized she'd landed on something soft as Tae pushed her down, climbing between her legs. Then the air whooshed from her lungs as she felt the weight of the taller woman on top of her, creating even more of a light-headed feeling within. Those full lips were wreaking havoc, claiming her mouth over and over again, toying with her senses, teasing her...she felt the heat of Tae's tongue stroke her bottom lip, caressing it, adoring it, bathing it sensually, and her breath hitched again. She squeezed her eyes shut, a whimper escaping from her as Tae's mouth continued to dominate. The woman hadn't touched any other part of her, only her mouth, yet she felt as if she was on fire. She'd never been kissed so passionately...so thoroughly. It rendered her defenseless.
Vicky could feel herself overheating and sought to cool off...beginning to remove the clothes from her body. It wasn't logical, the desire to be naked, pressed against this strangely aloof, powerfully charged woman, but she gave in to the need anyway. She was more than a little surprised when Tae stayed her hands, preventing her from disrobing as she continued to nullify her common senses with that painfully delicious mouth. Instead, Tae shifted just a bit and pinned Vicky's hands beneath her buttocks. She felt helpless for a moment, a brief wave of anxiety sweeping through her before Tae's skillful mouth removed even that thought.
Tae was kicking herself mentally, willing herself to stop, but unable to do so. She couldn't resist the charms of this woman for some reason, first at the station, now here. She could feel her body teetering on the edge as the woman wiggled beneath her, their breath comingling sweetly. She lifted her body just slightly, her hand deftly opening the button of Vicky's jeans, her hand sliding past the waistband and finding its way to her feverish core. She stroked the fine hairs slowly, gently, her lips never ceasing to ensnare her willing captive's senses.
Vicky almost came unglued as that hand made its way past the slight swell of her stomach, resting against her soft downy center. Tae paused, nibbling at Vicky's upper lip, capturing the woman's attention again. At that moment, when she was lost in the sensations the woman was creating above, those clever fingers parted her thickened, slick nether lips, tenderly stroking the length of them. Vicky moaned loudly, the sound swallowed by Tae, her back arching as a long, thick finger found its way home and settled in. She felt that finger moving, pulling almost all the way out, plunging back in again, joined by another, pleasingly stretching her. Her nipples were rock hard, rubbing deliciously against Tae's perfectly round, full breasts. She could feel her body responding, obediently following Tae's lead. Her senses were overloading, those fingers pumping in and out of her, Tae's thumb tapping impatiently against her swollen clit, those lips swallowing her moans, the weight of Tae's body pressing down, almost suffocating her...she knew she was going to explode. Her eyes opened as suddenly Tae tore her lips away from hers, opening those intense, grey eyes and staring down into her soul.
"Come for me," Tae demanded softly.
Just the sound of that husky, powerful voice unhinged her. She cried out as her body was pummeled by a barrage of viciously exquisite sensations. They washed over her, freezing her, shocking her...she cried out again as Tae added yet another finger, burying them deeply within her slick heat, maneuvering her hand so she could rub against the front of Vicky's vaginal wall. It sent the smaller woman over again and she squeezed her thighs together tightly as she mewled uncontrollably, trying to slow the onslaught. Instead, she felt cool air against her burning nipples as Tae impatiently raised her tee shirt. Then the slightly agonizing wonder of teeth gently sinking into a painfully erect nipple, the swollen nub between her thighs, no longer shrouded by its hood, suddenly seized between two fingers and skillfully manipulated. Her third orgasm was no less intense. She called out Tae's name as it slammed into her.
Tae hungrily devoured the erect nipples standing before her, taking her time with each, ensuring they remained rock hard. Her fingers continued to fuck into the warm, tight tunnel, relentless, until she felt a fourth massive shudder seize her willing prey, vaginal walls nicely squeezing her hand. She was far gone, her body taking over, her desire to coax every last orgasm from someone so innocent, yet so luscious and gratifyingly responsive, overwhelming her. She was so distracted that it took her a few moments to realize the woman beneath her was no longer moaning...instead she softly crying. Tae took a deep breath, removing her hand from within Vicky's jeans and forcing herself to ignore the pressing sexual tension within her own body. Instead, she sat up and gathered the woman to her, holding her close. She'd witnessed this before. Sometimes overwhelming sensations created in the body provided a perfect opportunity to purge emotions. She wished she could say that had been her intent all along. It hadn't. But allowing Vicky the time and space to cry was a decent way of assuaging her own guilt.
*
They sat like that, Vicky nestled against Tae's chest, for a long time, darkness settling in around them. When Vicky finally shifted a little, Tae reached over to switch on a lamp, but then pulled the woman back into her arms, kissing her forehead.
"You okay?" Tae asked softly.
Vicky nodded, not able to answer yet. She settled herself more comfortably against Tae, enjoying the feel of the woman's strong arms around her. They were silent for a little while longer until Tae heard Vicky's stomach growl and chuckled softly. "I think we better go get something to eat."
Vicky sighed, but nodded yet again. Tae watched her scooch off the bed and quickly close her jeans, running fingers through her soft cloud of dark curls before readjusting her tee shirt. She raised a brow as Vicky looked around for something, finally locating the bra she'd discarded earlier and disappearing into the bathroom. Tae took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, and then hopping off the bed. God, she had to get a fucking grip. Now was not the time for this. They had a lot they needed to discuss without the distraction of sex. Moments later Vicky reemerged, grabbed her jacket and followed Tae from the small hotel room.
They sat across from one another in a diner they'd found within walking distance. After ordering, Tae watched her charge carefully, noticing the way she carefully avoided Tae's gaze. Her hands were nervously shredding a napkin until Tae covered them with her own.
"Hey, relax, okay? And uh—" she hesitated, "I'm sorry I let things get out of control."
Vicky suddenly met those cool, grey eyes, distraught when she noticed the concern in them.
"Tae, don't." She turned her hands over and took hold of Tae's. "I'm okay. Sorry for the tears. I just—" she blew out a gust of air, "I don't know. I just needed to let that out."
Tae nodded, "don't worry about it."
They moved their hands when the waitress brought the drinks and Tae waited until she left before clearing her throat again.
"We do need to talk though."
She watched those amber eyes shift away, looking around at the other customers nervously.
"Vick," she started, "you need to turn them in and testify against them."
Those words...those words...Vicky didn't want to hear them. She felt her eyes fill with tears and reached for her lemonade, trying to calm herself.
"I can't," she whispered, "I just can't."
Tae sighed, reaching across to take the terrified woman's hand once again.
"Actually, you can. I'll help you. I'll stay with you."
Vicky raised her eyes and stared at the woman across from her. Had she really just promised to stick with her through this?
"I can't let you—" Vicky started halfheartedly.
"Look, let's just get you some rest tonight and tomorrow we'll go see the D.A., okay?"
Vicky released a breath, taking another sip of the lemonade. Maybe she *could* do this. With Tae by her side, she felt she could probably do anything.
*
I watched her sleep that night, wondering what the fuck I had agreed to. Had I lost my fucking mind? Did I really just agree to stick by this woman's side while she testified against someone who worked, however tangentially, for my grandfather? Jesus, I *had* lost my fucking mind. Or should I say I was losing my mind yet again, like I'd done with Jaffy all those years ago? I sighed, reaching back to quickly twist my hair into one thick braid. I slipped on my Timbs and pulled on a jacket, stepping into the corridor and closing the door quietly behind me. I dug the card I'd carried for well over a decade out of my wallet and headed toward the stairwell as I dialed the number. Even though it was 1am, I knew someone would answer. Whether or not I would be allowed to speak with him was a different matter.
Surprisingly, I didn't get much of a hassle once I identified myself. But when someone picked up the line after a brief pause, it was not my grandfather's voice on the other end.
"Taegan?"
It was a gruff, Hispanic voice, deep...somewhat familiar, but not really. It was too young to be my grandfather's, of that I was certain.
"I'm trying to reach Don Carlos?" I insisted.
"Taegan, this is your father."
The words stunned me. Absolutely and utterly stunned me. First I saw images of a smiling, playful man with perfect white teeth who smelled of a wonderful musky scent, tossing me up in the air and laughing as I squealed with laughter. I saw him tickling my mother in the kitchen one morning as she cooked breakfast for us. I saw him sitting beside me, helping me put together a jigsaw puzzle. But then I saw my mother lying in the hospital, dying of cancer, riddled with pain...and I was sitting beside her alone although I knew he'd been released from prison by then. That image erased my earlier memories of him. I couldn't bring myself to say anything to him.
"Taegan—"
"My name is Tae." I said with unmasked hostility.
He paused, "your grandfather asked me to take this call. Is there a problem?"
I licked my lips, trying to force myself to speak, remembering Vicky needed me to reach out to my family, "why can't I speak to him?"
Another pause, "Taegan, he's not feeling well. Please, talk to me."
I closed my eyes, dropping down heavily onto the stairs. It took a few minutes for me to get past my anger.
"I have a problem," I started, and then I let it all rush from me.
He didn't interrupt, only asking a brief question here and there. When I was done, and feeling quite exhausted, there was a very lengthy pause on the other end of the phone. I only knew he was there because I heard him swearing softly in Spanish periodically. I just waited.
"Fuck." He finally offered.
I don't know why, but the expletive made me smile, considering I'd said the same thing to Vicky. I heard him take yet another deep breath.
"This woman, who is she to you?"
I hesitated, not sure if he knew about my proclivity for women, "a friend," I finally hedged.
"Are you sleeping with her?"
I raised a brow, glancing down at the cell in my hand. I guess he did know. "Yeah."
Another round of Spanish curses.
"Taegan," he started again.
"Tae," I reminded him, although with a little less hostility.
"Taegan," he insisted, just like my mother had always insisted on using my full name, "she cannot turn them in."
I closed my eyes. Yeah, I knew he was gonna say that, but I had been hoping...
"No other option." I told him.
"She walks away. Starts a new life somewhere else."
"With what?" I snapped, "tits and ass?"
He didn't say anything for a moment and I knew, based on the little my mother had shared with me about him, he was probably taking a deep breath to avoid cursing me out. So, I took a deep breath and tried to be an adult about this.
"Sorry," I muttered. "She doesn't have the money to do that."
"Taegan, the minute she goes to the D.A., they will find someone to put a bullet in her head."
I didn't appreciate the graphic imagery, but I knew he was right.
"I think they'll offer her witness protection." I countered.
He laughed bitterly, "and? Do you know how large the organization is now?"
I sighed. Actually, I did know how extensive the Neta organization had become since my departure from New York. I scratched my head, wondering what I should do now.
"I already convinced her to go to the D.A. tomorrow."
"Un-convince her."
I bit my lip, undecided for a moment, but then making up my mind. "I can't do that. It's her only chance," I hesitated, "and I'm going with her into WitSec."
"Absolutely not."
I laughed into the phone, "you're kidding, right? You lost your parental right to tell me what to do a long time ago."
"Taegan Elba Marie...they will hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand? And that will start a war between the two sects, you know that."
"Then tell me what to do," I demanded harshly.
That was greeted with more silence. I thought he'd hung up until I heard, "bring her to New York. We'll see you tomorrow."
And he ended the call.
*
I explained most of it to her on the drive to New York. She sat silently, trying to digest the information. I was taking her to New York, the one city she was trying to avoid, to meet the man Jimmy worked for. Even after I told her he was my grandfather, it didn't sit well with her. I held her trembling hand for most of the two hour drive.
The brownstone wasn't really that familiar. Not surprising given the circumstances under which I arrived when I was 19. Things only began to look familiar when the elevator doors opened and I vaguely recognized the door we now stood in front of. When I knocked, someone opened the peephole and then the door. I didn't recognize this man, but he was Latino and huge, muscles upon muscles. I assumed he was a bodyguard. He motioned for us to follow him.
The den was even more familiar. It hadn't changed much, the burgundy leather sofa and chairs, the desks...I was pretty certain the computers were new. When we entered, there were four men already seated. They all stood. I recognized my grandfather, who walked over to me, more slowly than he had so many years ago, and hugged me. He rubbed my back a little and whispered for me to relax and sit down.
They were good instructions, because I had tensed up immediately. The other man in the room that I recognized was still attractive with his rich, dark hair, cut close to the scalp now and peppered with gray, his dark eyes and those thick brows I remembered. He was clean shaven now and still quite muscular. Marcos. I would never forget his face. He sized me up as I entered and smirked a bit. I wanted to punch him in the face, but I did as my grandfather said, guiding Vicky to the only empty sofa.
The other two men in the room? One was seated beside Marcos. He was also Latino, his hair long and braided into cornrows. His face was rugged and hardened. He was rather young and the only reason I recognized him was because I'd looked up his mug shot once before. James Lasher, better known as Jimmy L.
Finally, I turned my gaze to the last man in the room. Much like the voice on the phone, I vaguely remembered the face. He was very handsome, tall, not too thin, with piercing, dark eyes, a head full of rich, thick black hair, *my* hair, and a jagged scar from his temple to his chin. I had the flashback of him tossing me into the air again as he nodded to me and smiled...his teeth were still white and perfect. I nodded back although I didn't have much to say to him...my father.
"Gentlemen and ladies," my grandfather started the meeting, "we have a dilemma. You're all familiar with the details. I have found a solution."
He turned to Vicky, "Ms. Longman, you will turn in your boyfriend and testify against him in court." He turned to Jimmy, "you will tell him to do the time and keep his mouth closed or we'll cut his fucking heart out." He turned to Marcos, "you will compensate the boyfriend and reign this asshole in." He said, indicating Jimmy. "My granddaughter is not to be touched. Her friend is not to be touched. ¿Comprendé?"
His voice was clear and strong and allowed no room for arguments. Marcos and Jimmy each nodded once. When my grandfather turned to us, we also nodded.
"Perdón, Don Carlos, what about the money she stole?" Jimmy asked.
My grandfather turned to me and I shrugged, "her boyfriend owed her that money."
I could see Jimmy was about to protest, but my grandfather held up a hand, "fuck the money. Anything else?"
No one said a word. Minutes later Marcos and Jimmy stood to leave. My grandfather made his way over to us, "Ms. Longman, would you join me for a café?"
Vicky looked at me and I nodded. She stood and followed my grandfather out of the room. That left me and my father, who had been ordered by his father to "talk to your daughter" on his way out of the room.
I didn't help, not interested in helping this man to follow his father's orders. Instead, I simply sat, staring at him coolly. He licked his lips and sat down across from me. I wondered what he would say. What would make his decision not to contact me once he was released, his decision to allow me to deal with my mother's death alone, all better? I couldn't imagine. We sat in silence for a little while longer before he cleared his throat.
"Your mother asked me not to contact you."
Okay...that might work. I simply raised a brow.
"I was with her during the last month. I stayed at a hotel...I only left the room when you were coming. You always came at the same time, before work and after work. I would just wait until you left and then stay with her."
I was...dumbfounded. I already couldn't think of a thing to say.
"She said you were doing well. She didn't want me to interfere. She didn't want you to have anything to do with this life..."
I closed my eyes for a moment...yes, that sounded like my mother. Just like her, actually.
"She asked me not to contact you. That I should only communicate with you if you needed me, if you reached out to me first. I agreed."
I could still think of nothing to say, so I simply watched him.
"Look, I don't expect miracles. I know you think I haven't thought of you in years, but it's not true. I was there when you graduated from the academy. Sitting right beside your mother."
I wracked my brain trying to remember anyone sitting beside my mother, but I was so preoccupied on that day, it's possible I'd missed him. I was still silent, but I looked at him through new eyes...open eyes.
"My father is not doing well. He has demanded that I make amends with you. Again, I don't expect miracles. Just don't...shut me out, okay? I mean—" He licked his lips again, "I just want to check in on you, make sure you're okay...if that's okay with you."
He reached out and took my hand...I didn't resist. I couldn't really process what he was saying. It was all too...confusing. I was really focused on making sure Vicky was okay, not trying to resolve things with my father. In fact, I had been so convinced he was an asshole, I never thought about the possibility of reconciling. I sighed, nodding when he simply stared at me. He smiled and squeezed my hand. Then he stood and I followed.
"So, this girl? Your mother was worried about you being alone. Is she...?"
Now it was my turn to lick my lips. I had reached out to my well connected family to save Vicky's life. What was she to me? I had no idea quite honestly.
"I don't know. Right now I just need to get her through the next few weeks with the D.A."
He nodded. I stared at him for a moment longer and then turned to leave the room.
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In Need of New Pants The pants wouldn’t fit. Her ass was just too much for them. “These were may favorite jeans, too,” Hailey bemoaned as she let them slide down to the floor.
There wasn’t anything to do about it. She knew what was happening. She’d caught the latest STI and she knew it. “That fucking asshole could have warned me he was carrying,” she muttered under her breath as she headed for the bathroom to see the extent of the changes.
Two years ago, no one had even heard of the disease, it was unknown, but like so many others in recent year it seemed to come out of nowhere. Now? Half the population seemed to have it. RMV-23 was the official name, but most folks just called it Baboonitis. A fitting enough name, given the effects. She reached back and rubbed her ample backside as she made her way into the bathroom.
The government said it was working on a vaccine and a cure, but so far there had been little news on either. Probably because most folks rather seemed to enjoy having it. Yeah, it was highly contagious, and sure, it had its side effects, but honestly a swollen bright red booty was hardly the end of the world. A few of the more out-there pop stars had even flaunted their newly swollen derrieres with revealing outfits.
The mirror would reveal the truth. She knew that even as she took a deep breath, turning to reveal her new assets. There was no mistake, her flesh from her inner thighs up to her booty was now dusky red, and suffering from some distinctive swelling.
It didn’t look bad; it certainly added some curves to her that she’d never had. She certainly could see why some of the skinnier girls went out of their way to catch a case. It was an interesting look though, with that color she wondered if she’d be one to flaunt it.
The sad reality she knew is that she would. Almost all the girls did. She could feel the early twitching of her libido reminding her of the other effects.
Hailey slid her panties to the ground, bending forward for the full effect, that deep rosy red popping out, even as other swellings made themselves known as her vulva peeked between her thighs, it too a dark ruddy color. A slight sheen glistened in the bright lights over the mirror, a tell-tale sign that she would soon be in heat.
She moaned slightly as she grabbed a handful of her backside and squeezed. It felt good, way better than she’d expected when talking with the other girls. Not that any of them had experienced it, no, there was just the gossip about who might have it. For all their beliefs in their worldly ways, they were still just eighteen-yearlds and seniors in high school. Gossip was a way of life, and the booty expanding virus was certainly a hot topic.
Hailey’s hands were roaming now. The nerves were sensitive all over the deeply pigmented area, and her fingers began to slip into the swelling cleft between her legs. The moisture was flowing now, her clit hard against the tips of her fingers as she felt the warms rise in her body. She wanted it; her whole body flared with desire.
Deep down she knew this wasn’t right. Her horniness was just a biproduct of the virus. But damn, it felt good as she let herself explore the new changes.
She’d have to figure out something for clothing though, she gave it a little thought between the shivers that were cascading up and down her body, her new booty trembling as her legs began to quake. She didn’t even bother to stifle the shriek as she brought herself to orgasm, why bother? Her parents were still in Vale, that’s why she’d had Joey over in the first place.
Hailey found herself on her knees, her hands covered in her own sticky juices. “Damn, that was intense.” She muttered to herself as she tried to rise on shaking legs. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. She could see why the boys were lining up to be with girls who had a case. She wondered how it affected them? Joey hadn’t shown any signs, but she hadn’t been looking either. She’d have to google it. After the shower anyway.
“Oh my god, did you see?” Claire whispered in the hall.
Jenna nodded, “yeah, I guess she caught it.”
“No shit.” Smirked Mala, who eyed their newly curvaceous friend as she bounded down the hall flirting with several of the guys.
Claire let out a low whistle “Ooh, she’s got it bad.” She watched as Hailey all but threw herself at one of the football players, rubbing her generous ass against his leg.
“I hope I never get it.” Jenna said quietly.
Mala looked surprised, “Why not?”
“It’s just, you know, that lack of controls. I mean, I would like a bit more in the trunk, but I don’t need to become a sex crazed nympho.” She shrugged slightly, her eyes looking anywhere but her transformed friend.
“It’s only while you’re in heat, you know.” Claire chided her.
Jenna gave her and eyeroll. “Oh sure, that’s like being a werewolf. You know, it’s only bad a couple days a month.” “I don’t know, I’m on the fence. I mean, the other girls seem to love it.” Claire said quietly, watching several other girls with enhanced backsides troll the hall for dates. The school had never allowed booty cutut jeans, but they explicitly banned them the year before after several girls decided to really flaunt the look of their new rumps.
The bell rang, the last month of school before graduation. The three headed to class, each wondering which of them would fall victim to Baboonitis next.
Hailey just smiled, having overheard much of the conversation between her friends. She didn’t care, maybe soon her friends would realize that the perks of this virus were well worth the cost of some new pants. She gave her new ass a shake and watched several guy’s heads turn. Maybe one of them would get lucky today. She licked her lips at the thought and headed for class, daydreaming about something far more interesting than calculus. | null | [] | {
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"Elizabeth met a man today!" Theodore called as he and his sister walked through the front door that evening. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, wishing her younger brother were a more reserved person.
"What?" their father said as he took his seat at the table for dinner. Rupert Winshaw and his wife had worked the farm all day, and both were more than ready to settle in and have a good meal. "What is this, Elizabeth?"
"Ignore him, Papa," Elizabeth said, kissing her mother on the cheek. "He has no idea what he is talking about." She hoped her father would let it go, but knowing that the subject of marriage had been a particularly sensitive one as of late, it wasn't likely.
"Oh Elizabeth, do tell us your brother is speaking the truth!" Mrs. Winshaw said, clasping her hands to her chest. Elizabeth rolled her eyes again, helping herself to some of the beef stew sitting in front of her. It had been a long day, and she just wanted to eat and go to sleep. "Alright, Mama," she said, giving up as she took a bite of her food. "I met a man today."
"Lovely!" Mrs. Winshaw said, smiling warmly at her daughter. "It's about time, my dear. You *are* getting older, you know." Mr. Winshaw nodded in agreement. Elizabeth stifled her annoyance; her parents were obsessed with marrying her off, and it was almost too much to take.
"Tell us about him, dear," Mrs. Winshaw said. "Well," Elizabeth began, "first of all, I didn't meet him so much as he came to our table to look at the wool." She poked at her plate with her fork, finding that she had suddenly lost her appetite. She could once again feel a fluttering in her belly, and it wasn't hunger. "He stared at me the entire time. He bought a bundle, although what someone like him would want with wool is beyond me." Elizabeth pushed a wisp of hair out of her face and looked her mother in the eye. "He made me uncomfortable, Mama. He looked at me as if I was some sort of... I don't know, but it was disconcerting."
"I think he likes her Mama," Theodore inserted, grinning with his mouth full. Elizabeth scowled at him, wishing once again for him to keep his mouth shut. "He couldn't possibly like me, Teddy" she said. "He doesn't even know me." She paused, then added, "He wouldn't like me anyway. He is obviously very wealthy, and I obviously am not."
"Wealthy, you say?" Mr. Winshaw said, lifting his head from his meal. "Yes, Papa," Elizabeth said. "The way he was dressed made that very clear. And he paid us more than enough for the wool."
"So what difference does it make?" Mrs. Winshaw said. "He took a liking to you, and it does not hurt that he comes from money. Do you realize what that could mean for this family if you *did* end up marrying him?" She stood to clear her dish, then asked excitedly, "When are you going to see him again?" Elizabeth sighed, answering, "He said he would see me tomorrow at the market. I wish he wouldn't. I do not want to give him false hope..."
"Do not say such things," Mrs. Winshaw interrupted, frowning at her. "You have a duty to this family, daughter. You'd best remember that." She then smiled once more, saying, "Now bring me your blue dress. It looks the nicest on you, and it could use a bit of mending."
"Yes, Mama," Elizabeth murmured, getting up from the table and going upstairs to her room. It looks like it doesn't even matter what I want, she thought to herself, sighing and taking her blue muslin dress from the wardrobe. To them, I am nothing more than another sheep.
*The next day:*
"I wonder when that man will be coming back," Theodore said, his eyes raking over the people milling around the market. It was an overcast Sunday, and it looked like it might rain at any moment.
"I do not know why you care so much, Teddy," Elizabeth said, straightening the bit of lace that trimmed her neckline. The dress was freshly pressed and mended, and it looked fetching on her. "I doubt he'll return. He probably didn't mean a word he said. Men like him flirt with the women for the pure sport of it." Her words sounded false to her, though, and she couldn't help joining Theodore in scanning the crowd for Mr. St. Claire. In her heart of hearts she did not think she would get along with someone like Gerard, but that did not mean she thought him unpleasant to look at. She remembered his dark hair and his piercing gray eyes. Eyes that had bored into her, making her feel as if she were standing in front of him without her clothes on. Eyes that looked right through her, that glowed...
"Miss Winshaw, may I say that you look beautiful this Sunday morning?" A rich masculine voice interrupted her thoughts, and she immediately turned her attention to Gerard St. Claire. He was unaccompanied today, and wearing a pair of dark trousers and a white buttoned up dress shirt that was open at his collarbone. He had on riding boots, and his hair looked wind tossed. Needless to say he looked quite handsome, and Elizabeth silently cursed him for it. How she was supposed to ignore the advances of a man who looked like that was beyond her, but she was going to try.
Beautiful is an understatement, Gerard thought to himself. He found himself staring like yesterday, captivated by the picture she created. Her hair was again in a bun, and she was wearing a dress that was the same blue as her gorgeous eyes. Gerard felt a tightening in both his stomach and his breeches. I need to get a hold of myself, he thought as he took in the vision before him.
"Thank you, Mr. St. Claire," Elizabeth said, and she dropped a slight curtsy. She watched him through her eyelashes, noticing how confident he looked as he stood there. He borders on being arrogant, she thought, immediately feeling irritated. "Please, call me Gerard," he said, bowing. "And hello to you, Theodore," he said, extending his hand to her brother. "I wonder, young man, if I may borrow your sister for a little while?"
Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow, wondering what in the world this man had in mind. Theodore nodded, grinning slightly. "You may, sir," he said, pushing his sister forward. "I can manage here for a bit."
Elizabeth stood agape. "Teddy, I do not think it's a good idea for me to just leave you here by yourself..."
She was cut off by Gerard as he took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm. "I am certain he'll be fine," he said as he began to walk away from the table. "Join me for a horseback ride. I promise I'll be the perfect gentleman."
Elizabeth jerked her arm back, anger evident in her pretty face. "Now wait just one minute, Mr. St... Gerard," she said. "Do not think you can simply order me around. Your technique may work wonders on other girls, but I see right through you and it will *not* work on me." She stood with her arms crossed, and her cheeks were slightly pink from frustration. Gerard thought she looked even more stunning when she was angry. I have a live wire on my hands, he thought. He could not help the smile that came upon his face.
"Miss Winshaw, I assure you that I have nothing but good intentions. All I ask is your company, for I do so wish to get to know you better." He offered his arm again, saying, "I do apologize if it seemed I was giving you an order. I will refrain from such wording in the future."
Elizabeth, for once in her life, had nothing to say. She frowned. She didn't know what to do with this man. She was not used to such attention from men; what little attention she *had* been shown, it had dwindled very quickly afterwards. She supposed it had something to do with her fiery temper. But this man was utterly nonplussed by her words. In fact, it seemed he actually enjoyed her even more when she was agitated.
She sighed, then took his arm. They walked out of the market and came upon his chestnut steed. "What a beautiful horse," Elizabeth said, reaching out to stroke its neck. Gerard watched her, finding that his heart fluttered a bit as a look of serenity came over her face while she petted and cooed to the horse. "This old fleabag? I suppose he's alright looking," Gerard said as he straightened the saddle. "His name is Lucifer, and I think he likes you." Lucifer nudged Elizabeth's shoulder with his snout, and Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, it appears that he does," she said, turning her smile to Gerard. He felt short of breath. Her smile will be the death of me, he thought.
"Well, shall we?" he asked, cutting short his thoughts. He mounted the horse, then reached down to help Elizabeth. She hesitated a moment, then took his hand. She took her place in front of him, and as his arms came around to take the reins she had a sharp intake of breath. A warmth washed over her as she sat nestled against him. Her back was to him, she could feel the firm plains of his broad chest and the strength of his arms. Heaven help me, she thought as she closed her eyes. What am I getting myself into? | How Long Can You Resist Ch. 02 | [
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*Rewrite of my first fic here. I took a lot of the critisms that were given and rewrote this, adding a lot of characterization, plot, and of course more sex*
*Stitching Strangers*
With only a knapsack to store his sleeping mat and a change of clothes, Exilo had set out on an adventure one day, when he grew bored with his present lot in life. Well, he enjoyed his lot actually, living with his sister in a quiet place, but sometimes he just wanted to walk and walk and never look back. So he did.
"And it will get there by two nights, right?" Exilo asked, giving the letter to the messenger hawk.
"Yes sir!" the hawk replied, moving a wing over his eye in a salute. "I will be there ASAP. Come wind nor rain nor snow nor shine, nothing will stop me from delivering this letter. Come hell or high water, I will get this letter to its destination as soon as possible. That's what ASAP means. It means-"
"Now, please," Exilo said.
"Yes sir!" The bird flapped his wings, kicking up a gust from the sandy streets. Exilo growled, annoyed, and covered his eyes to block out the dusty assault. Stupid birds.
He had no real destination. Maybe he would go back to his homeland, meet other wolves, maybe some of his father's family; go back to where ever the hell his mother was from and see if she had any kin there. This city was just a place to rest since he was sick of camping and wanted a nice bed if just for one night. And after that bird, he wanted a bath. A nice warm bath instead of washing in the river, but business was first: he had promised to write to his sister every chance he got. And now with the letter in the air, he set off to restock on supplies. First stop: the tailor.
"Is this the biggest size you have?" he asked. "Anything that might fit me?"
This land was cold and Exilo wanted a jacket, especially if he backtracked to the East and headed up North, he would definitely need something to keep him nice and toasty.
"Well," the she-wolf mused, scratching her chin and mentally taking in the male's measurements. The wolf was quite short, even for a female, but a nice size, so she clearly wasn't sickly. She had white fur and a black ring around her right eye, not quite touching her eye, but circling around it. Her right ear had three piercings, three silver rings that were aligned on the edge. Clothing was a black shirt with a small red 'X' in the middle of the chest, and her belly was uncovered so he had to smile and lick his lips. Sad to say, she had pants on: black shorts that went down to her knees and a silver chain for a belt. It was when she wagged her tail that he saw the silver tail ring, squeezing the bulky fur a bit before the tip.
In turn, she inspected him. Tall, but not too tall. Slim, but with a bit of a belly. All and all, he was somewhat average to the eye. Most of his fur was brown, but that sort of rich brown that would glow red when in the right light, but now, inside, most definitely dark brown. The brown fur yielded to black at all four of his paws, just above the elbow or knee, his muzzle, and the ears. Still, he was average, but a nice sort of average. His clothes were nothing special. An old green cargo vest. Old blue jeans.
"No."
Exilo sighed.
"But I could make you something up if you like, sir."
The male wolf reached into his vest pockets and fished out the few coins he still had to his name. "How much would it cost?"
The tailor nosed at the coins in his palm and shook her head. "More than that."
And he hadn't even bought his rations yet. "Well, thanks anyway." Exilo turned to leave.
"Hey, big guy," the tailor called. "Would you be interested in a job?"
"No, thank you. There is no way I could do this work."
"I wouldn't expect you to do the tailoring. I just find myself in need of a second pair of paws." She cocked her head to the side, taking in his measurements again. "I'm understaffed. I could use some aid. I can give you room and board and make up your clothes as payment. Even if you don't want a jacket, the things you have on look as if they are coming apart at the stitches."
Exilo looked down. His clothes were tattered. Scrapes and scratches on his pants and his vest from a variety of fights he had been in littered his apparel. Some highwayman thought him easy prey or sometimes a street fighter for whatever money spectators would throw. Why was he still wearing his knuckle duster? He pulled it off his hand and dropped it back in his vest's pocket. The vest may have been old, tattered, and cut, but he would never ever part with it.
"It's a good deal, big man. And I could really use the help."
It was a good deal, and Exilo needed to conserve his remaining funds. He needed clothes and someplace to sleep. "Is this going to end with me chopped into pieces and buried in your basement?"
"No."
"Alright, I'll take it."
"Wonderful!" the she wolf squealed. She took Exilo's paw and began dragging him along towards the back of the shop. Exilo had to duck under every door way or low hanging lantern. Yes, his size was definitely a problem now. The she-wolf seemed to pay no heed to his difficulties, and scurried along.
"I'm Exilo," he added, realizing he hadn't introduced himself formally.
"Pae," the she-wolf responded.
"Pae? That's an odd name."
"Yeah, cause we just got a million Exilos. Sounds Russian. I'll just call you Exi."
"My name is Exilo."
"And I'm going to call you Exi, Exi!"
Exilo sighed. He was far too tired for this. "Where's my room?"
Pae huffed. "Fine, you can stay here."
Exilo stepped past her, and inside. It was nice room actually; somehow he had been expecting a broom closet with a blanket. It had a desk, a chair, a bed, a lamp, and a window that looked out into the town. There was a notable covering of dust and the door hinges squealed from lack of use, but he didn't say anything. "You're old employee's room?" Exilo asked.
"Sorry for the dust."
Exilo shrugged. He had certainly slept in worse.
"I've been meaning to clean it up and rent it out. This way I get an apprentice. It's been long enough."
Exilo smiled, nodded, and watched Pae leave, taking special note of her tail as she turned and headed down the hall. The bed was big, bigger than his sleeping mat actually. Soft down cushioned his rump and he yawned sleepily. Wow. He was more tired than he realized. He had done a lot of walking, a lot of sleeping on rocks. He really was tired, so tired, that he didn't even think of asking Pae where the bathroom was so he could wash his fur clean.
"You best be getting some sleep," the she-wolf said. "Cause tomorrow, I'm putting you to work."
Exilo yawned again, slouching down and putting his head on his shoulder. "Alright," he growled, closing his eyes.
Work wasn't the right word for what Exilo went through the next day. Torture was more like it. He had done a lot in his life, worked a lot of places, but this just wasn't work.
"For the last time, this is how you do stitches!" Pae growled. Dexterous fingers looped through the fabric with expert precision. In, out, in, out, hypnotic in the speed. When done, she tied it off and pulled the excess thread a bit, snapping it cut with her teeth.
Exilo took a deep breath and turned to his own project. "In, out, in, out," he muttered. He tried, in, out, in, out. He yelped suddenly, and lifted his thumb to better see the needle that had sunk nearly half way into the pad.
Pae growled again, plucking the needle out. "You're such a baby." She poked her own thumb a dozen times with the needle, and each time the pad stayed firm. Taking her demonstration a step further, she pulled a lighter out of her pants pocket. Sparking it, she held her thumb over the dancing fire. "Cool, huh?"
"Kind of creepy, actually."
Exilo looked back to his work. He took another deep breath and pinched the fabric, pushing the needle through. He was much more careful this time, taking the needle and pulling it through, working a stitch out. He tried for the second stitch, and pricked his thumb, drawing blood in the black pad. "Damn it!" he roared, earning a bop on the nose from the rolled up newspaper Pae was holding.
"Keep working on it," she muttered. Exilo did, putting such focus on the project, he didn't even notice as Pae left, coming back a moment later with a step stool. Her trusty tape measure wrapped around his chest, on the pectorals. She scribbled the measurements on a scratch of parchment. "Now your right arm. Now your left."
Exilo obeyed each of her commands, and smiled to himself when he managed to get the stitches straight three times before, again, pricking his finger. His thumb was really starting to hurt. Pae looked him over. With the measurements, she could do his shirt just fine. But not his pants. Not that he said he wanted pants, but...She grinned a sort of coy smile and lowered onto all fours, before very carefully slipping under the table.
Now under him, kneeling at his chair, she placed a paw on his knee and carefully pulled the tape measure from his clawed toes all the way to his groin, pushing a thumb between his legs playfully. That earned a sudden shout. Exilo pushed off the table, the chair tipping over and he fell back, landing with a loud crash.
"Now, Exi, if you're going to be a tailor, you got to learn to ignore these distractions."
Exilo panted, and started at the white she-wolf, her tail wagging. She was still on all fours and under the table like a devious puppy. "Stay the fuck away from my crotch!"
He growled, reaching under the table and grabbing her by the nape. He yanked her out and set her down, before pulling the chair close and continuing his work. More than the job he was supposed to be doing, it was just frustrating he couldn't get this quickly, like he could other things. This and cooking...he hated cooking.
This cloth wouldn't be usable after he was through with it. Even if the stitches were straight and orderly, he was getting blood all over it: crimson thumb prints or just wiping his hand on it to keep his grip dry. Why was the practice cloth white, anyway? Well, red now, but still.
"Have a preference of color for the coat?"
"Asparagus."
"What the fuck color is asparagus?"
Exilo cocked his head, gesturing to his vest.
"That is a fuck ugly color. You're getting myrtle." Satisfied, Pae scribbled the order down, before again reaching over and plucking a needle out of Exilo's paw. "Alright, that's enough for today. I need your hands intact for when we open."
It wasn't hard work, physically at least. Oh, what he would give for physical labor. He was built for that, he liked that. This was just torturous. But so was everything else the little deviant Pae put him through. People came in to pick up their orders, and he had to sift through the racks and racks of finished products to find said orders. People came in wanting their measurements taken, and some, little ones especially, just refused to hold still long enough for him to read the tape measure and write the number down.
"How did you ever manage this all alone?" Exilo asked, during one of the blessed down times where the shop was empty. It was strange. Everybody, EVERYBODY, seemed to come in at once, and then just as quickly they were gone. Why everyone couldn't come in at a steady pace was beyond him. No rhyme or reason even, like if it were people on their lunch break. Just floods, and then nothing. Floods, then nothing.
He gave a moan, lying on the floor behind the counter. His paws were throbbing from the prior work, and his head was feeling several sizes too small. And, for whatever reason, Pae was sitting on his chest, cross legged and staring at him with a wide smile. There was only a bit of trouble with breathing. Mostly she was light and he could manage.
Pae shrugged. "I just did. I didn't have a choice."
"I'm sorry I can't help more."
The she-wolf shook her head. "You're doing plenty."
He watched her. Her ears, her tail, her chest. He liked the angle. She was pretty. Nice fur, nice body, certainly a nice chest and rump. Her earrings he could do without, but to each their own. He was taken off guard when she shifted onto her paws and knees and leaned forward, brushing her muzzle across his. On the second pass, her tongue came out, rough and hard, and brushed his lips. The bell above the door rang. Pae casually stood up and walked around the counter to greet the customers, leaving Exilo wondering what had just happened. The cool air of the room lapped at the saliva still on his snout and lips. He flicked out his own tongue and tasted her remnants. "Exi, I do need your help," Pae summoned. He stood, leaning on the counter. There was work to do. Best not to think about it, at least until he had more time to really savor the memory.
The second day went like the first, only worse since his mind was so exhausted from the first day, but at least Pae didn't make any more moves on him. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? He wasn't sure.
The third day went like the second, only even more tiring since his mind was so exhausted from the first and second day, and Pae still didn't make any more moves on him. Well, this time, he made the move, and when she was reaching for something on a high shelf, he carefully moved behind her and took it down. She didn't seem repulsed by the sudden closeness. Her tail curled around his thigh and flanks a moment and she looked up, smiling, before slipping to the side and walking back to her work.
On the fourth day, he finally developed a short hand for taking measurements, and learned Pae's shorthand for giving receipts, which made finding orders much easier. Turns out there was some semblance of organization to the racks.
On the fifth day, the customers coming in and out where not quite so overwhelming. If Exilo's fingers weren't bloody mess of flesh, he probably would have spent the night continuing to learn to sew. But instead Pae decided to teach him to cook.
"I said stir it, not beat it!"
White cream flew out from the bowl and landed in small puddles onto the counter. Exilo growled and continued to mutter his increasing hate for cooking. "Why do I have to do this? You ask me to measure, I measure. To sew, I sew. How much do you want from me? I am not God!"
Pae shook her head. "OK, stop, before you make more of a mess in my kitchen." She sighed, holding her paw out for the wooden spoon. He whipped it out towards her; a clinging glob of batter went flying onto her muzzle.
Pae was stunned, and silently stared down at the goo right on the bridge of her nose. Exilo's expression softened at the sight. She looked kind of cute, like a bewildered puppy. And before he knew what he was doing, he leaned over and licked her fur clean.
He quickly came to his senses and drew back, expecting a swift backhand to the face. Instead, she slowly reached a paw up to where his tongue had been, found the spot free of food, and smiled.
"Thanks." She strode forward and relieved him of the spoon, returning to the bowl and mixing it at a nice and steady pace. Exilo blushed nervously; his facial fur felt like it was on fire.
On the sixth day, he stabbed his thumb with a needle and didn't draw blood. Fire still hurt. He had learned that the hard way, when Pae grabbed his paw and put a lighter under him. Pae promised that the callus would grow in time.
On the seventh day, the shop was closed and Exilo spent the whole morning face down on the bed, head buried into the pillow, not sleeping but not able to move either. Only at night fall did he even try to get up. He managed to shift his head to the door to see Pae standing there.
"How long have you been there?"
She grinned, and gave a nice little shrug of her petite shoulders, which made her chest heave very slightly.
"Is it normal to feel like you head is several sizes too small?" Exilo asked.
"Something would be wrong if you didn't feel like an elephant was sitting on it," Pae smiled, walking over. She was smiling wide, at least until her nose quivered. She retracted, pinching her nose. "You smell. Damn, when was the last time you took a bath?"
"What year is this?"
Pae whined, backing away. "I'll draw you a bath, alright. Do me a favor: burn those clothes."
He hadn't taken a bath in so long. Brushing a hand past his ears, he found the bits of sand still clinging from the messenger hawk's take off a week ago. Exilo struggled to get up. His body wasn't tired, but his mind, it just refused to send out the messages out to his limbs. It took him a long time to peel his work shirt off of his back, and he sniffed it, before pushing it away. He did smell. He undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor, stepping out of them. Then, in true canine fashion and now unrestricted by clothes, he bent over to all fours and stretched doggie style. It was at that moment that Pae came back into the room. Exilo's elevated tail was facing the door, in all its glory. He looked between his legs at Pae, who just stared back at the curve of his flanks, the sack of his furry sheath, the hanging testicles. "And I thought I was forward," she managed to say, keeping a perfectly straight face before falling onto her back and laughing hysterically.
"Do closed doors not mean anything to you people?" Exilo howled.
Through cackles, Pae managed: "You didn't close the door. Please..." She stopped, rolling onto her belly and pounding the floor. "Please, put on the towel!" Somehow, Pae managed to throw the towel to the ground in front of Exilo's feet.
Exilo huffed, wrapping the towel as best he could around his nether regions. It was still a bit small, but at least Pae stopped laughing out loud, only giggling and grinning every time he looked up at Exilo, who was blushing red under his fur. "It could be worse. Some bears come in every now and then from the North, and they don't have such fine builds as you. Don't wear many clothes either. Yuck, that furry ass in a thong." Pae traced a paw over Exilo's stomach.
Pae brought Exilo to the bathroom, where a steaming bath was already drawn. Cracking up, she turned her back and allowed Exilo to take the towel off and climb into the bath. The tub was huge, so huge that Exilo could fully immerse himself without any problem, which felt absolutely heavenly.
OH! That felt nice. Instantly he loosened as the water soaked deep into his fur. He growled lowly, sending a vibration through the water. He was so relaxed it took him a moment to realize not only had Pae stripped out of her clothes, but climbed into the bath, and that she was snuggling close, trying to wrap her arms around Exilo's torso and putting her ear on the wolf's left pectoral muscle.
Exilo opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, save a long stifled growl that Pae took as invitation to come closer, shifting so she was resting heavily on Exilo's chest. He froze instantly, and she continued to nuzzle him. "Is something wrong?" Pae asked. Maybe she could sense Exilo's hesitance. He was stiff and rigged despite the warm water's comforting effect on him.
"No," Exilo said after a pause.
Pae backed away. She placed her paws on his chest and pushed up, settling on his hips and staring at him. "Oh no. I'm so sorry. I thought...oh no. Oh, I'm so sorry." She stumbled out of the bath, slapping down on the floor wetly and slipping flat on her stomach. "Oh no, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry. I thought you liked me. Oh jeez."
"I-I do," Exilo said quickly, climbing out of the tub himself. He slipped on the wet floor and hit the ground. Reaching for Pae, who was already moving, he just brushed her tail as she fled.
"I'm sorry. Oh no, I'm so sorry." She turned to apologize again, only to come face to chest with Exilo. "I'm so sorry," she said, looking up. There was wetness in her eyes, not all of it from the bath.
Exilo brought Pae up to his arms, holding her in a wet embrace. "I...do...like you. I-I think. I'm not sure. But...I..."
"I went too fast. Damn it. It's just...I don't know what to do and I thought you liked me. And? Oh no." She buried her face in his chest.
"Really, it's not you." She was light. Easy to hold. His paw slipped down her back and over her tail, gently brushing her rump and getting a nice grip. He felt her tail wag, the silver band at the end glistening nicely in the light. He smiled softly and turned back to the bath. He swung one foot in, then squatted, slipping into the warm water, sitting up and still holding Pae close. She, in turn, clung a little closer to his wet chest. She was warm actually. Warmer than the water, and very pleasant.
He swallowed. "There's really, really attraction. I mean. You're really beautiful. And...That kiss. It felt kind of..."
Just do it, Pae thought, slowly pressing her muzzle forward towards his. The briefest of licks, then she backed up, whimpering lowly.
Again, there was the taste of her lips on his. He flicked out his tongue, tasting what she had left. Slowly, almost as if frightened, he stretched his paw forward to touch her, and his claw brushed her shoulder. She recoiled in fear, but he got a firm grip and slowly pulled her near, and gave her his own lick on the lips. She didn't recoil or back away. She closed her eyes, and he did his, and they simply tasted each other, getting used to it.
He felt his heat begin to press out from between his legs. At first he didn't notice. He was so focused on Pae he barely felt anything. His paws explored her body, claws sifting through the white fur and finding her breast, giving it a little squeeze that earned him a soft moan. But when the certain heat between his legs rose to a painful ache he gave a slight groan, turning his head to the side and nibbling at her jaws at a better angle. He distracted her as his paw slowly moved down her spine and to the base of her tail, and gently pushed her down.
"Nnn!" She shuddered as she felt him enter, forcing her body to try to relax. She attempted to move off him, but his paw remained firm, and she was trapped between it and his rising heat. "S-stop." "Just relax," he said slowly, the words dripping out of his mouth and into her ear. "Rrr...rrr..." More and more she could feel him fill her, a mixture of pain and pleasure, but the pain was making itself more known. She nudged her hips to the side, fresh tears pouring out of her eyes. "Please, stop..."
She was tight, she couldn't loosen. She whimpered and cried into his chest, not in pleasure. He had to stop, despite the ache that demanded action. He pressed his muzzle to hers, licking and nuzzling, suckling and kissing. It helped. She felt herself relax, and she closed her eyes and let him calm her with his softness of his tongue. His tongue explored, his snout explored, but his eyes were tight and his vision was dead. Only her scent and taste. That was all he could focus on. Nothing else and he just enjoyed her, not even bothering to thrust.
Pae started yipping happily, rubbing her fangs against his, her tongue tasting his, and now that he wasn't delving so intensely, that hot thickness between her legs became pleasurable. She pulled back. "A-alright. I'm ready."
She licked and kissed along his muzzle, but if she whimpered or nipped hard it was a sign she needed to adjust. Still, it went well, with few interruption or breaks. And, finally, he was all the way in. He felt his hilt touch her flesh lips. He pulled away from her jaws and just held that, closing his eyes and feeling his erection pulse harder and harder. Her walls reacted, squeezing him gently in return. Pae felt each pulse. Each seemed stronger than the last. There was a boiling heat inside her. Not from him, he was hot and inside, but deeper in the pits of her stomach she felt a pressure that begged for release.
"Sorry," Exilo murmured as he pulled back, then pushed forward into the warm mass of she-wolf and felt a final release. His gush, his pressure built then drained out of him in massive spurts. Pae yelped loudly, squirming and howling as he climaxed inside her. She continued to shudder until he was merely trickling liquid, and dropped down, exhausted, onto him.
For a long time, neither moved. Neither had the strength. The week of work had been exhausting, but this was in a different league. Honestly, he simply didn't want to move and break the comfort of this position.
So it was up to Pae. Slowly she lifted her head from his chest and placed her paws on his shoulder. She pushed up, and slid off him, shivering as his shrinking girth rubbed against her walls. She rose fully, holding it a moment, and he leaned forward and nuzzled at her breast, then flicked his tongue out, rubbing against the black nipple, a sharp contrast to the snowy fur around.
"Exi," she uttered, putting a paw at his head and pushing him back. "Stop that."
"Oh jeez, what did we just do?" he asked. Animal instinct started to clear from his thoughts.
"Mated," she said simply.
"We've known each other for a week!"
Pae stroked him, and bending her head, ran her tongue up the bridge of his black nose and to the start of his majority brown fur. "I don't know about you...Exi." She forced a smile. "But I really enjoyed it." She chewed on her lip. "I...think I really like you."
Exilo stared. He smiled. "We barely know each other."
"Well we got the sex out of the way. Everything can just go good from here on out."
Again, Exilo reached forward and took gentle hold of Pae, pulling her close to his chest. "Good from here on out," he smiled, cuddling and nuzzling her.
"But if we do that again, I'm really going to have to start doing some stretches first. I-I'm not as experienced as you."
Exilo grinned and licked her. "What makes you say I'm experienced at all? I have read about enough though. I know a few things we can do that might be easier on you. Think you're up for it?"
Pae gave him a lick on the muzzle to say yes.
Exilo slowly stretched his arms and pulled her close again, then brought her mouth up to his, and gently began to kiss her. It was slow at first. Gently nuzzles and soft licks. Excitement began to overtake him, and he crammed her so close to his mouth it was as if he were trying to eat her whole. She didn't mind though. Save a startled noise, she gently nibbled back with her paws resting right between his legs. Exilo's paws moved down her back and towards her hip, over to her tail, and stroked her gently. Then his claws found both her cheeks, and his eyes fluttered a tad.
Pae mumbled happily into the kiss, eyes closed, paws starting to stroke Exilo lightly. She probably said his name, but it was muffled into a growl. He worked her rump carefully at first. His finger tips rubbed the tender skin between the two flanks, searching for the nice tight vent. Her tail twitched happily and raised up, the white fluffy tip and silver band rising above the bubbly water, drips raining down and making a splashy noise. Pae ran her paw from the beginning of his growing erection to his base, then back again, purring the whole time.
"Such a tease," he said playfully. "Well, I should warn you, I can tease you too." His claw slipped inside her tender vent, stretching the hole as just the tip moved in a circle gently. Pae gave a small yip at that. Her paws stopped moving and she began to pant slightly, tensing and clenching on him. He wiggled his finger gently, massaging one of her cheeks with his other hand. He nuzzled her crown carefully, licking, though it didn't seem as if she needed the distraction like before. "You want to try that thing?"
She moved up, tongue flicked out to taste his throat fur. "Sure."
Exilo pushed her back a tad, pulling his hand out. "Turn around. Face the other way."
Pae nodded and turned around, sitting with her backside facing him.
Exilo took firm grip of her thighs and pulled her back. Leaning forward, he brushed his muzzle over her bare left flank, and then gradually approached the middle. Pae shivered at that light contact, tail wagging in anticipation for this new sensation he seemed to be building towards. She moved her tail to the side, trying to keep it in check. But when he put his snout to her tail hole and gave the tender skin a little kiss, she lost it and whacked him with her tail. "Ah!" Just the little touches here and there, the tender stroking and tasting. It made her burn. "Exilo..." His name rumbled out from her throat in long throaty growls. She turned her head back to stare at him.
Exilo's muzzle sunk between her furry flanks. He slid his tongue out and tasted the warm taste of female. His tongue explored, finally finding her anus and poking it gently. His own heat was throbbing again, and waded in the water. He wiggled his hips, trying to get her attention. He needed it just as much as she did.
But Pae was far too lost in her own thoughts. "Exilo!" Pae's snarling and groans grew louder. She wiggled her hips to get more stimulation. "Please..Ah..." She had been standing on her paws and knees on all fours, but now her front half dropped, putting her in a sort of doggy stretch. Somehow she had enough sense to hold her head above the water, but even that was hard.
Exilo pushed harder until he was kissing the slimy flesh of her tail hole, sticking his tongue in as far as it would go. He pulled out and took a deep breath, before leaning forward and nosing at her vagina, sniffing the heady scent of her and giving the lips a lick.
"P-please. Exilo, please." She was so close already, and if he kept up the teasing she felt like she was going to pop. It wasn't painful like before, but she was crying. The bulk of his tongue. The warm breath of his exhale. Even his whiskers. His whiskers brushed the inside of her thighs, cutting through the thick fur and tickling her teasingly. Her paws gripped the edge of the tub hard until it hurt. She moaned and yapped, then threw back her head and howled as she released, jerking her hips back and forth.
Exilo gagged as the sudden gush of her pleasure flooded onto his face, filling his nose with her heady scent. He opened his mouth and drank down the sweet fluid lovingly, pulling her harder into his face.
"Ex...i...lo." She felt her tail flop down on his head.
Exilo moved his head to the side, resting his cheek on one of her flank's side. Enough was enough. She had her fun, but his penis was still bobbing out of the water. He was burning and crying and whimpering. He grabbed her by the nape and pushed her down towards his heat.
Pae wasn't ready though. She looked back at him, giving him a coy glance, and pawed at the tub's plug. Pulling it, the water began to slurp out. Pae's tail was still facing Exilo, and her tail moved in a little playful wag. She pressed her snout to his groin, giving a long exhale through her nose. Exilo's burning heat quivered and tensed. Pae took her time, crawling forward and settling at the other end of the tub. As she moved between his legs, the fur on her chest rubbed his tip and sent lighting through his body. When she was finally settled, he lifted his legs and rested them on the rim of the bath, corralling her head between the furry pillars. Pae spent a moment longer just breathing on him, then flicked out her tongue and lapped gently at his shaft with small, quick licks.
Exilo fidgeted around like there were ants in his fur, groaning and huffing loudly at the teasing. Pae quickly changed from quick licks to dragging her tongue hard from tip to base, trails of saliva in its wake. She may have been inexperienced, but she could learn fast. She had to hold her paws on his hips to keep him somewhat still. He seemed intent on making this difficult for her. Exilo reached for her. For a moment, he was so blind with pleasure he was going to stuff her face into his balls or tail hole, but caught himself and instead gave her a reassuring scratch behind the ear.
She gave a muffled growl at the petting, giving one last lick to the underside of his penis, then moved a bit lower, and kissed his scrotum. Like water, he was loose and weak under her tongue's assault. Long growls and heavy breathing escaped him. She used those growls as a guide to where his good spots were. The heat was incredible, the overwhelming scent too. Even after the bath, the scent of male was awe-inspiring. Pae wrapped her lips around his tip and started to lick, enjoying the taste. She kept her paws at his, thumbs rubbing him. Exilo placed a hand at the back of her head and pushed her a tad, trying to get her to swallow more. He was already so close. She had to work fast. She could practically taste his heat, feel the flames being fanned deliciously. Pae took in more, tongue rubbing under his erection, then sliding up and toying at the slit.
She was taken by surprise when the salty taste suddenly exploded into her mouth. She went to work, licking and licking, swallowing the white cream like wine. She kept her lips sealed around his girth so not a drop could escape. After licking his penis clean of the musky fluid, she pulled back, planting one last kiss on his tip and leaning back against the other side of the tub.
Slowly, she placed a paw on his hips, then on his stomach. She crawled up and nearly collapsed on his chest in a loving hug, arms around his middle, ear pressed to his chest and listening to his heart beat as it died down. "I think I love you," she growled gently.
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Text: I'm rather nervously sitting in the green room. It was a brand new game show being shot, it was called rather ominously "Bounce". I look around and meet eyes with a fellow contestant. She was about 5'11" tall, had enormous boobs, green eyes, and shockingly red hair, not ginger, bright red, she looked about the total opposite of me, I'm 5'4" tall, blonde, and I have a fairly curvy figure, but nothing like hers. She caught me staring and I looked away.
We get a call to go into our dressing rooms, and I wander down the corridor of the studios and find my room. There's a girl in my dressing room, apparently we need help getting dressed.
"You'll need help getting dressed." she smirked at me. She has one of those headsets on so people can bark instructions at you. "Take your clothes off, the suit will cover you up". I go behind the screen and put on the suit that's hanging off the rail. It's weird, feels like rubber. "You'll need to dust it with the talc, it'll help slide it on" the assistant said to me. So I do, I talc it up and put it on. It's quite tight. I push my feet through the legs and pull it up, arms now, and I look over at the zip behind me. So that's why we need an assistant.
"Can you give me a hand now please?" I say. The assistant pops around the screen and zips up the back of my suit. I go and look at myself in the mirror. The suit is all dusty with talc. I turn around to get a good look, and as I do so the assistant starts spraying the suit with something. "This just gives a good shine, for the TV cameras." she smiled. Certainly did give a good shine. I'm clad in rubber, shiny black rubber, it clings to me like a second skin. I turn all the way around, looked over my shoulder into the mirror, and see just at the bottom of the zip a set of small snapn valve connectors.
"Let's just give it a test" the assistant said, and she snaps a bundle of small hoses to the valves. She's holding a remote. "Test one, not don't be alarmed" she said pressing a button on the remote, and she does my boobs inflate slightly. "OK, test 2" she presses another button and my butt inflates slightly. "Test 3, nearly done" and now my legs inflate slightly. "Test 4, no really we are nearly done" and my top and arms inflate very slightly. "OK no leaks, great. Last one" and she pushes the last button and the whole suit inflates slightly. "All done." I take a quick look in the mirror, I now look like slightly curvier version of myself, glistening in the dim light of the dressing room. She presses another button and I return to normal size. "Diagnostics complete" she says "You're ready, try not to brush against anything on the way to the studio". She disconnects the hoses.
She ushers me to the studio floor, I walk in, there's something that looks like a boxing ring in the middle, bright lights all around and the word "Bounce" overhead in a very bulbous font. Beside the rings are two very large shiny metal tanks bearing the designation "He" and some electronic equipment.
"OK this is rehearsal time, you're up against Diane to start with, get in the ring" the assistant said, she rolls her eyes and barks "I know, I know, as long as it doesn't do it this time..." into her headset and wanders off. I look in the ring, there she was, the redhead from the green room. Great. I climb up into the ring. Another assistant hooks up the electronics and the hose to the back of my suit.
"Testing visuals" says the other assistant, and my suit lights up with several blue dots, about an inch in diameter, one on each boob, one on each thigh, one on my bellybutton, one on each shoulder and I look over my shoulder, one on each butt cheek. Diane has the same, only hers are red.
"The game is simple, tap your opponent on the dots, and that part of them will inflate, making it harder to move, tap them on two dots at the same time, their whole suit will inflate. This is a rehearsal, so we've dialled down the amount of gas... You guys are ready... Go". the assistant explains.
GAS?! What gas. Diane charges towards me and lands a tap on my boobs. There's a whoosh and they blow up about 2 cup sizes. I retaliate and she duck out of the way and taps me on the butt and now whoosh, my butt expands, fantastic. I'm losing already. On the scoreboard it says "2psi vs 0psi". I take my chance and slap her on the leg dot, fwoomp, both her legs expand slightly, she looks comical. "Your legs look fat..." I say... "Yeah, well you've got a big ass" she retorts, slapping me on it again, it inflates more, and yes, looking in the monitor, baby has got back. I growl and grab her boobs, hitting both at once, she looks visibly shocked, as they both inflate two cup sizes and then her suit inflates all over, making her look a bit chubby.
"Who's fat now!" I shout at her. She bounds over to me, seething. Grabs my boobs hard, and twists. "You are..." she scowls, right in my face. "Don't, please, don't twist the suit, you'll break the connection, they're not meant to do..." said the assistant as he looked at the electronics readout. I look down, my boobs are blowing up rather fast, they're approaching the size of a couple of melons. "What have you done?" I say "can you stop it please?" I grab them myself, but that made things worse, now the rest of the suit was inflating. Apparently you're not supposed to grab yourself either.
I huffed and shifted around slightly, there was a sense of pressure building in my suit against my skin. "This is getting uncomfortable now" I gasp, looking at one of the monitors around the ring I see myself, my legs getting thicker, arms now looking comically sausage like and my belly, well that was rapidly expanding past my boobs, which were also inflating. My attention was distracted suddenly by the realisation that my feet were no longer touching the mat in the ring. Diane smirked at me. "This is hilarious" she said. "It's not, I'm turning into a balloon!" I cry as a slowly drift upwards, my suit is becoming a ball now, legs and arms getting shorter, and the boobs squishing up into my chin.
"I'm trying everything I can!" said the panicked assistant. Looking up at me. He looked quite small as I bounced against the "Bounce" sign over the ring. The pressure was immense. I looked at the scoreboard. "120psi vs 6psi". This was just great. I look at the monitor again. I am now a ball with just feet and hands and a head. A big shiny black rubber ball hovering over the ring, now facing upwards thanks to the hose keeping me from drifting any further.
Suddenly the director bursts into the room. "This is great! We'll have to do this in the show. Fantastic, I love it, can we get some more helium! She needs to go bigger! Get her down from there!". They yank on the hose to get me down. Thankfully the assistant guy in charge of the technology had figured out the issue and was able to deflate me, eventually. But I would have to do it all again in an hour. | null | [
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Finally get to the good stuff in the last chapter. This one should be even hotter, becase who wouldnt want to make love to a beautiful, artistic, musician? Anyway whose ready for some fun in the sun?
Alex stirred as his arm wrapped around the back of the couch, his mind still fuzzy about the nights escapades. He leaned up sluggishly as his nose picked up the intoxicating aroma of bacon and eggs. He shifted to his side and saw Lassys' discarded bathrobe, still in the same place as she threw it when they made love. He stood up and wrapped his own bathrobe around his waist, walking towards the scent of food. He walked into the kitchen and smiled as he gazed at Lassy, leaning over the stove wearing nothing but an apron and panties. she turned around and looked him over, a frying pan of bacon in hand. she smiled sweetly as she set it on the table and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"I see your finally up." she whispered as she laid two plates on the table and wiped her hands off with a rag.
"And still unable to believe what happened last night." He yelled from the dining room as he found his pants dry and pressed hanging on the chair.
"Believe me, the feeling is mutual."
He stopped as she sat at the table, gingerly cutting her bacon apart with her fork. He sat next to her and pulled the bacon apart, devouring the delicious, succulent meat.
"You're Lassy Gold. The best soft rock singer in the states." He said as he polished off his plate. He didn't know if bringing it up was such a good idea.
She looked at him over her coffee and nodded.
"And you're Alexander Hawk, a perfectly normal, sweet man that enjoys reading, dancing..." She began with a spark in her eyes.
"And one hell of a generous lover."
Alex smiled and fiddled with his eggs with a fork, it was strange for him, talking to this woman he had hardly known like a long lost friend. He looked at the clock and quickly stood, noticing that it was 1:00 PM. He had slept through the most part of the day, but for some reason he couldn't care less.
"I guess I should be going..." He said half-heartedly, he didn't want to leave.
"Oh? I was hoping you'd like to hit the beach today." She sighed.
Alex smiled and pointed at himself, pointing out that he hadn't any other clothes to wear. He started to wonder what she would look like in a bathing suit, and the thought of leaving slowly faded.
"I unfortunately don't own a bathing suit."
Lassy coked her head to the side and looked him over, smiling as she undid the apron and let it fall to the floor. She walked up to him and pressed herself against him, placing a hand against his face as she looked longingly in his eyes.
"Well then we can get you one. I have a new bathing suit I think you'll really like." She whispered as she walked to her bedroom with a hypnotizing swing of her hips and tail.
She closed the door and Alex leaned against it, listening to her soft, melodic humming. He didn't have anything to do thankfully, and just the thought of being around her was enough to make him not care. He heard her claws drag across the door as the doorknob slowly turned, and the door opened even slower.
Alex couldn't help himself as he whistled at Lassy, now sporting a green biking and sarong wrapped around her hips. She looked over her sunglasses and winked at him, spinning around for him to look.
"I think we should stay inside." He joked.
She licked her lips and placed her hand on her hip, leaning slightly to the side and laughed.
"Now there's an idea."
Alex walked with her outside the apartment and smiled as they rode the elevator down. Alex couldn't help but grin as the people pointed and whispered. Lassy enjoyed it as well, even going as far as to stop multiple times to answer questions and get her picture taken with Alex. As they walked towards the mall, Alex heard a gasp of astonishment behind him and he turned around only to be confronted with an old acquaintance.
"Alex?" Asked a brunette curvaceous woman behind him.
Alex looked at the woman and wished to god he hadn't ran into her.
"Hello Miranda..."
Lassy looked at Miranda and smiled, extending her hand only to have Miranda stare at her coldly.
"Who's this Alex?" Miranda asked cooly.
"This... This is La-" I began.
"Lassy Gold, Alex's Girlfriend." Lassy stated plainly as she grabbed Miranda's hand and shook forcefully.
Miranda's eyes widened and a tall man with greasy black and a wife beater placed his arm around her and smiled at Alex.
"Finally got over Miranda?" The man scoffed as he looked Lassy over.
"Afternoon Tiell." Alex muttered.
"And you had to get with a dog to do it?" Tiell laughed.
Lassy stepped back and clenched her fists, apparently offended by the comment. Alex stepped forward and slugged Tiell in the face, knocking him to the ground with a satisfying crunch. Miranda looked at Tiell and back to Alex before raising her fist to him.
"You little shit! How dare you-" she yelled before having Alex glare at her.
"Shut your whore mouth."
She looked at him with a shocked expression as he wrapped an arm around Lassys' waist and walked away. Lassy looked at him with a smiled as she pressed herself against him.
"I want to rip your clothes off and do it right here." She said with a growl.
Alex smiled and just continued to walk, stopping shortly to walk into a store and walk out wearing a un-buttoned polo and brown swim trunks, posing for Lassy as she clapped her hands and whistled.
"You know, I find it offensive when people are stereotypical of my kind, but woof."
Alex looked at his watch and smiled.
"I also picked up a lighter fuel and coal, we can sit fireside on the beach and watch the sunset."
Lassy sighed and held his arm, burying her head in his shoulder.
"You are so romantic, I love that."
They walked down the pier and picked up some ice-cream, and then down onto the warm sand by the cliffs. Lassy pointed to a thin cave opening where they squeezed through, entering a lush, green forested path.
"Secret place, when I first joined the band, we went here all the time." Lassy said as she licked her vanilla cone.
They wandered down the path and entered a sandy patch of beach guarded on both sides by steep, high cliff faces. Alex wandered the beach and found a good spot to build a fire, while Lassy laid out the towels. The fire kicked in as the two sat side by side on the beach. Lassy laid on the towel face down and unsnapped her bikini and looked over her shoulder at Alex.
"You mind?"
Alex wasn't sure what she wanted. He couldn't rub sunscreen on her fur, and the sun was setting.
"Massage?" She asked expectantly.
Alex smiled and leaned over her, kneading her shoulder and running his hands across her back. She sighed as she rested her head on her arms, engulfed in the pleasure of the massage. She grunted and looked back at Alex, flipping over and placing her hands behind her head.
"Now the front." She moaned.
He placed his hands on her hips, rubbing her sides and moved to her stomach, tentatively massaging her flat stomach and slowly moving up her flat, toned abs. She bit her lower lip as she writhed in pleasure. He moved down and started to kiss her neck, all the while massaging her all over.
"If you keep on doing this..." Lassy moaned.
"Were gonna miss the sunset."
Alex grinned and removed his shirt, laying on top of her and running his hand through her hair.
"Would that be so bad?" He whispered into her ear.
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, her chest pressing tightly against him.
"Nothing is bad when I'm in your arms"
She pushed him back and slid her thong off, sitting on top of him as she pushed her hair back.
"This time, I'm on top."
"No argument here." Alex stated as she removed his trunks.
She massaged his cock with one hand and played with herself with the other, tossing her head back with a grin. She stared at Alex and cocked her head to the side, slowing her grasp and feeling his member.
"Is it just me, or did you get... Bigger?"
"Why don't we find out?"
She lowered her hips and gasped as he began to enter her, the tightness becoming apparent as he grinned widely. She began to lower her hips faster as the sunset turned to night. As she continued her steady rhythm, Alex felt as if he had died and gone to heave, her heavy breathing like music to his ears.
She lowered her mouth to his and gave him a peck before kissing down his neck and planting softer pecks along his chest. The kisses left marks of lingering pleasure that built up slowly, and he felt like he was about to reach the climax when she slid out of him.
"No, don't stop." He began.
She lowered her head to his wet member and began a slow lick, then brought her hand up and began to fondle his balls. The shift was killing him, he didn't know when he was going to lose it all.
"How about something new?" she said as she positioned her breasts between his thighs.
"Ever done this before." Alex grunted as she gripped his shaft and moved up and down.
Her steady pace slowly got quicker as her tongue slid out and massaged his member.
"Lassy! I can't hold on!" He yelled as his legs stiffened up.
"Just let it come, I want it." She moaned.
Alex cried out as he felt his entire body shook and his hips spasmed, shooting his load into the expectant mouth of Lassy. She breathed heavily as she licked her lips, a smile spreading across her face.
"That was amazing." Alex sighed.
"I think we should spend a couple hours here, listen to the waves, maybe sleep here." She sighed as she cuddled next to him.
"I was thinking Alex, maybe you want to visit the studio with me tomorrow, I know the others would love to meet you."
Alex smiled, that sounded great. | A Girl named Lassy Ch. 4 by Arghos | [
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The Wishing Well By JadedFox™
Disclaimer: Readers under 18 strongly discouraged. Rated R for sexual content and strong language. I just want to say thank you to all the supportive readers who helped "My Fantasy" to become a 10 out of 10 story! You're fantastic! Anyway, getting on with it, The Wishing Well is based on a dream I had not too long ago. Like all good writer's, my dreams inspire a lot of the tales I spin and I hope this one is worthy of your time. Cheers!
JadedFox
The town of Whitewood Springs was story-book-esc but none the less beautiful. The tiny complex of pubs, cafés, and bookshops was quaintly nuzzled between a low-ranging valley, the grass and trees more blue-green than the deepest of shades. Cars were non-existing, keeping the mountain air pure and the noise pollution to a low. The inhabitants that lived in Whitewood were amazing, their species a mixture of animal and human due to their love of the earth and nature with the help of evolution. The people loved their town and everything in it. It was peaceful and a calming place to stay. But when Gwen arrived...the town was gone.
Raiders had hit at dawn, burning the buildings with throw-torches, killing the beautiful people and leaving nothing but salt sewn wreckage. The fox's sharp storm-colored eyes took in the blood spattered cobble stone streets, the black carcasses of old buildings, the bridges that were burned and rotting in the bottom of the stream, with a heavy heart. This had been her home once. She'd left and this was what happened.
She felt her stomach twist into a slimy knot as she passed the dead miller and his wife, hung permanently suspended with spears through their bellies, pinned to the stable walls like some crude ornaments. She'd helped the miller's wife raise her wolf kits into strong young lads she loved to teach archery to. The bar keep was collapsed against his pub's porch beam, a bottle of strong liquor in one paw, a case with some powder-white pills in the other. Gwen would not cry for him, she had yet to see the ultimate heart-wrencher.
This is all my doing.
And there they were, her family, outside the far defense wall, her mum with a bow, her father a paw full of javelins. She knew they would fight tooth and claw for this place, their home. Tears stung her eyes as she climbed the latter to the top of the wall, the wind whipping her long chestnut locks like an omen. She pried her da's fingers loose away from the javelin he was clutching, folding his arms across his chest gently. The girl-fox softly brushed hair from her mother's face, slipping the bow from her grasp and folding her paws in her lap.
This is all my doing.
Her heart took a drop as she climbed down the ladder and came face to face with a bandit that was only slightly wounded, his 'coon teeth bared at the unsuspecting fox-teen. Lightening fast, she tore her Kitana from it's sheathe and made the thief breathe no more, slicing open his throat and turning away from the hot spray of blood, waiting for him to fall only to stab him again and again.
This is all my doing.
"You bloody bastard! You killed my family, my home!" she screamed, cutting the dead raccoon to pieces as her blade slashed at the trodden animal again and again until she collapsed into a heap of sobbing fox. Blood stained and crying out her pain, she levered herself bodily into the fountain, leaning her head against the middle statue of three wolves standing together, singing together, being together, the smooth alabaster stone under her body soothing her, the cold water washing away the blood.
This is all my doing.
"But mum..." Gwen blushed as she stepped from behind the delicate pink-tissue dressing wall, a small shy smile on her lips. A luscious black dress adorned her body, fitting it as easily as a well-made glove. The soft fabric was made from the finest of all materials, a cosmic blend of silk and velvet, sleek and shiny, hugging the fox-girls narrow waist and wide hips daintily, fanning out at the bottom into a wide skirt.
Her mother sighed with pleasure, seeing her daughter in such a beautiful garment when all Gwen wanted to wear was suitable breeches and stable shirts. A tiny black-glass butterfly was tucked between one ear and her mass of cascading chestnut ringlets, a small silver flute hanging on a chain 'round her neck resting between the exposed crest between her breasts. Two form-fitting slippers of the same fabric were on both feet. Gwen raised her paws to her lips in surprise as she confronted the full-length mirror.
"My little foxling..." her mother cooed, straightening the dress, tugging at it in a motherly way until it was just right. "Now, get out there and celebrate at the formal! This is a lovely evening and I want you to enjoy it." Those were the last words she'd heard her mother say. Gwen stepped out into the cool evening, the breeze softly tugging at her long locks and her dress playfully. She quietly made her way to the fountain, sitting down on the edge and listening to the music of a small band a street over, the streets strewn with lovely paper lanterns as decoration. The square smelled of baking bread, hot metal and flowers of all kinds, a soothing knowing sort of smell.
"I'm sorry, erm..." Another fox about her age slipped his paw behind the sitting Gwen and pulled his book away. Apparently, he had been sitting there before the young girl-fox had arrived.
"Oh! I'm...sorry," she laughed, standing up to see if there were any more books she'd been sitting on in her festival-educed stupor. The other vulpine grinned wryly, tucking the book away in his bag.
"It's alright, I just went to see what all the commotion was about in the Bakery and I'd come back and thought my book had turned into a beautiful fox. Since I got my book back and a fox out of this, I consider myself very lucky," the charming young man laughed, flashing a smile of straight white teeth and obviously teasing her. Gwen didn't know what to say, blushing softly beneath her fur, sitting back down on the edge of the fountain carefully, her skirts sighing prettily.
The young man was dressed in a brown leather tunic studded with gold rings, a billowy long-sleeved white undershirt under that. His breeches were dark brown and of soft fabric, outlining his natural muscles; not those you get from beating yourself to death with barbells. His hair was a brush of darkness; longer and more unkept than proper but not so much that it looked bad. It gave him the distinct look of someone who had just stepped off the windy sea from sailing.
Gwen fingered her flute quietly, looking down at her feet, long lashes casting beautiful shadows on her smooth cheeks in the soft lamplight.
"May I sit here m'lady?" the young man-fox asked, his bright gray eyes smiling down at her as he gestured to the smooth marble rim of the fountain next to her. The vixen smiled and nodded, scooting a bit so that he had enough room to be polite. He sat down, placing the book beside him and looking up into the starry sky, the delicate purples and navies of the night playing across his facial features. He had a strong nose a bit too much for traditional good looks, full sensitive lips, and a grand physique in Gwen's opinion. But it was his eyes that got to her, his bright silvery eyes that were so full of hidden emotion, full of secrecy and yet so expressive.
"M'lady?" Gwen blinked and realized she'd been staring directly at the stranger and blushed cutely, pulling her hand-fan from her satchel and opening it, covering her face below her eyes to hide the flush timidly. A strong paw slipped to the black fan and tipped it downward a bit. "Don't hide such a face." She noticed he hadn't said 'Such a pretty face like she'd come accustomed too she realized with horror, and she also noticed that before, when he'd called her beautiful, he was joking. Now he sounded serious. Intrigued, she let the fan fall away from her face and lay in her lap, exposing her soft nose and heart-shaped rose-pink lips.
She was rewarded with a smile from her counterpart, a wry one at least, and slipped the fan back into her bag, most of her blush gone into the night air. They'd been sitting peacefully for a few moments before the young man stood, and stretched, then to her surprise and hidden delight, took off his outer tunic and breeches. Gwen's lips parted in hidden surprise and she looked away slightly, hiding under the curtain of her hair.
"Sir?" she whispered dryly, looking helpless as the male fox eyed her curiously.
"Well you don't expect me to ruin my good leather in the wet, do you?" he asked as calmly as though she'd asked about the weather. Wet? Gwen's eyes widened as he slipped over the wall and into the water that was spilling from the alabaster wolf's mouth above. When she hadn't joined him, he trudged back through the water and sat on the rim. "Don't you know the legend? On the night of the Reaping Festival, if two lovers dance in the fountain, it brings the town luck. C'mon!"
"My father told me about this... a long time ago. I don't...I don't think we should, it doesn't always bring good luck!" The young man made a 'so what' gesture with his paw and beckoned again for her to join him.
"We're not really lovers, so it doesn't matter. Be daring, climb out of that good girl shell, join me!"
Gwen watched him in amazement for a moment before grudgingly standing up.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." she muttered darkly, stripping off the beautiful dress and tucking it under the shelf of the fountain edge so not to get wet, tossing in with it the glass butterfly, slippers and her bag. Dressed only in a black corset top, her flute and a sheer black underskirt, she glowered at him. The young fox did all but glower back, taking in the soft curves of her breasts through the corset, the gentle angles of her waist and powerful legs through the short underskirt, the way her hair fanned out around her shoulders when she walked.
He offered a hand and helped her in, his eyes never leaving her face when they found it, a smile on his lips as she yelped at the coldness of the water.
"Thanks to you, kind sir," bitter sarcasm in her voice, "I will promptly catch cold and die." Something flickered in the young man's eyes as he pulled her under the shielding curtain of water of the fountain.
"May I ask this lady's name?" he inquired innocently. Gwen glared at him good naturedly and huddled closer to him, the spray of the falling water coating her fur and making her shiver.
"This lady's name is Gwendolyn Malady. I'd have yours?" Gwen asked, doing a very over zealous curtsy to be smart and immediately fell back into the water, the 'yours?' at the end of her spoken sentence drown out by a mouth full of water. She raised her head above water and took in a great gulp of air, cursing more vividly than half the sailors in the town. The gentleman-fox looked appeased and helped her to her feet, brushing a leaf from her hair with a gentle hand, the fingers stopping to touch her cheek before cupping it softly, angling her face upward toward his.
"I'll tell you a secret..." his voice has taken on a serious, more mysterious quality to it so that Gwen was transfixed, her green-gray eyes locked on his. She then realized her face was closer to his than it had been and she held her breath, her chest softly brushing his as she was pulled closer. Her lips parted expectantly as she leaned upward, angling her head a bit before the male-vulpine suddenly bent near her ear and whispered, "I can see through you're skirts."
For a moment, sure he was going to say something awesomely romantic, Gwen froze, an expectant smile on her face. Then, realizing that's what he had planned to say all along, she exploded with a laughing fit or rage and thumped him across the chest with one paw. The gentleman-fox laughed brightly.
"What were you expecting?" he inquired, again pulling her close to him by just the gaze of his eyes, Gwen stepping closer to him. One hand reached up and softly ran along his back, slipping up his spine, making his brows furrow slightly and his body to tense with ticklish pleasure, as the she-vixen slipped her hand along his bare back and up his neck, tangling her hand in his soft hair, pulling his body closer to his.
"I was expecting this..." she murmurs a little wickedly, leaning up and pressing her lips to his a bit hard, arching her lithe body against his hands and breaking the kiss, breathing in deeply with her lips against his so that he was literally 'breathless' for a moment. Not that she had to help; the male fox totally taken aback by the sudden expression of lust. He stumbled slightly backward in the water, only to fall against the stonewall that supported the statue above. Gwen licked her lips playfully and then examined her nails as though enjoying a holiday in the park.
The male-vixen recovered instantly from the kiss and eyed her warily. From the way he approached, she'd done more than surprised him by the kiss. He tilted his head at her and then slipped his hands to her waist, taking her unawares, pulling her against his solid body and leaning down, hovering his lips just over hers. Now that she wasn't the one making the moves, her heart gave a nervous little leap, the good girl in her creeping back. He felt her tremble under his hands and furrowed his brows, stepping back a bit.
Fearing for the chance to kiss him again was lost, she reclaimed her spot in front of him and ran her hands carefully up his stomach to his chest, making him breathe outward softly against her hair as he rested his chin on her head, letting her explore his body freely. She softly nuzzled his neck and shoulder, slipping delicate hands over his hard chest and collarbones. His own hands slipped up and down the strings of the corset along her spine, tugging them thoughtfully as Gwen's hands moved to his back, trailing her nails along his spine soothingly, liking the feel of his strong body melded against her own soft one.
After thoroughly mapping out what parts of his body she could reach, Gwen backed up slightly, gazing up into his eyes, trying to read what he was thinking through her long lashes. He gazed back silently, slipping his hands to her shoulders and brushing back her hair gently, one finger slipping under her chin and tilting it upwards as he leaned in and kissed her lips softly, a mere brush, so different compared to her earlier mash-thon. She breathed in as he breathed out, tasting his breath as their lips lightly touched. The young man's hands slipped slowly up and down her back, experimentally brushing over the back of her skirts and down the back of her thighs a ways before coming back up, each time drawing a soft moan out of the she-vixen.
It was Gwen to slipped her tongue beautifully over the part of his lips first, drawing a soft gasp from the male-vixen as he retaliated, parting his lips and brushing his tongue against hers, tasting her sweetly and drawing her body closer to his own, feeling a gentle pressure where their lower bodies touched. The light brush of hips wakened something she'd never felt before and the she-vixen deepened the kiss instantly, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth, moaning softly as she felt his tongue brush past hers to do the same.
In an instant the corset was limp and falling off her shoulders, the strings pulled and loosened with Gwen's help, laughing quietly as she broke the kiss to undo the outer clasps. She tossed her bangs out of her face and resumed kissing the young man, the corset slipping down her body and finally around her knees into the water. Gwen's didn't even bother picking it up, her body now fully traitor to this feeling the man was giving her. As he felt her breasts brush against his bare chest, he moaned softly into her parted lips, their tongues touching delicately as his paws caressed their way up her stomach and over her breasts gently, feeling their skin cool and warming them with his body heat.
The kiss was broken and he was kissing his way down her collarbones, across her neck and to the flute, pausing to give it a respectful kiss before finding one breast and kissing it warmly, making Gwen intake breath quickly and press her body closer to his warm, damp lips, her eyes closed, her knees weak. He treated her body as though it was a treasure, but made it blatant that she was offering it to him and he wasn't doing anything wrong so that they both felt comfortable. He kissed his way down her smooth stomach and paused to nuzzle her between her legs playfully before slipping the skirts down her thighs and into the water with her drowned corset.
Fed up with her being the only one naked, Gwen eased the handsome creature to his feet and played her paws along the band of his breeches, slipping them down, occasionally looking up to see the male-fox's expression of the utmost wanting. Knowing he wanted her, harnessing that power, she teasingly slid them down into the water. Her eyes widened slightly and the blush was back but she refused to back out now, moaning softly as she stood back up and pressed her body against his, feeling him softly brushing against her thighs and biting her lower lip.
The young man turned her around slowly, leaning her against the smooth stone wall of the fountain. He gently slipped his paw down her thighs and parted them, coaxing a smooth gasp of surprise and pleasure from Gwen's lips as he stroked her slowly, feeling her paws curl into loose fists at his shoulder, leaning against the wall for support as he slipped a gentle pad into her. A quiet whimper of pleasure was lost in the roaring sound of the fountain as the young man slowly worked slipped in and out of her, stopping when he knew it would push her over the edge.
Gwen opened her eyes and looked up at him with a sly smile on her lips, pulling him against her and pressing him in an inch or so, catching him off guard so that it felt even better with the element of surprise. She would not lose this lusty tug of war for power! She felt him lean against her and press all the way in, her muscles contracting around him slightly, getting an answering throbbing sensation from him and feeling her knees almost collapse with ecstasy. Two strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her against him, wrapping two bent knees around his waist and allowing him leverage.
He slipped in and out easily though she was a virgin, guiding her hips against his and finding their own inner rhythm, building easily with the slickness of the cool water. Panting softly, she felt her climax near and wanted to slow, wanted to make it last, but knew she couldn't stop it. She embraced his speed, the solidity of his body against hers and finally arched against him completely, taking him in deeply for the last time and feeling him release inside of her, digging her claws lightly into his back and clutching him closely. They stay there for a moment, cling to each other for support for a few long minutes, letting their bodies slow down, coming off of the high of the purest pleasure.
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*Man often has a bond. A bond that is shared between more than just his fellows. Often, it is not returned, a simple one way interaction, a fondness for his favorite vehicle, or special tool that has never failed him before. But what happens when man's tools are given intelligence? What happens, when man and machine are one?*
-Anonymous*
-Urgent priority message from Charbodyx system via Subnet*
-Binary Star system in danger of collapse, solar expansion in progress*
-ETA to solar body stabilizer, late on all simulated projections*
-Planetary mobilization and evacuation required*
-Request for Hazardous and Extreme Planetary Conditions Unit and pilots*
-Request granted, team being mobilized*
-Required priority intervention at evacuation centers, conditions hostile*
-H.E.P.C.U mobilized, ETA 8 hours from nearest star system, secondary objective to hold planetary conditions at bay until Planetary Body Stabilizer arrives if at all possible*
-Evacuation craft inbound*
-ETA 1 hour after H.E.P.C.U arrival*
-Good luck, and may fortunes smile upon you*
Marcus peered at the view screens in the cockpit, staring out to the inferno outside.
"Jesus bloody Christ I thought this was a binary system."
Another voice chimed in, from a woman on his unit.
"Was a few hours ago. It got swallowed up by what we see now."
Marcus looked at the data scrolling across his screens.
"Right, ladies and gentlemen. We need a plan before we go down there. Any ideas?"
Another, a male voice chimed in.
"Charbodyx is burnin' down there. We've got a couple of key points to work around here."
The comms chatter picked up as yet another joined in.
"What, the system or the planet?"
"Both you dumbass. Which one do you think is the priority here?"
Marcus put his fellows on mute as he looked at the data scrolling across his screens. The planet was burning up down there. It was getting blasted with radiation and heat, burning away the atmosphere and land. And there were still people down there. Millions, if not billions. Marcus spoke up.
"Any suggestions Ellie? We've got a hell of a lot of problems to look at down here."
One of the screens filled with text in response.
*Habitation centers are crucial, as are evacuation points. Keeping them safe from harm is the first priority.*
Marcus nodded.
"You've got that right. But we've got a lot more on our hands here. The atmosphere is failing, we've got flares from the star lashing out, ionization of the atmosphere that'll scramble some of our tech, and gravity is starting to rip everything apart. What's the ETA on the stabilizer?"
*Late on all accounts Marcus. Main priority is to keep things stable until the heavy evacuation craft arrive. There is still one on the way, but the main rule for this drop is not to depend on it.*
"Right. So we're putting our boots in the fire on this one for sure. I've been working the numbers in my head here. You think 8 of us can do this?"
*Odds are low Marcus. The chances of only 8 of us holding things together are astronomically low. We need to focus only on the priorities if any of us stand any chance.*
"You're in a bad mood today aren't you? That's our job L. We could use more help, but we were the fastest and only group closest to the system. Besides, that's what we do right? We walk right into hell alone?"
*Job or no, the mathematical calculations do not lie. This is going to be a troubling day Marcus.*
"I guess it's a good thing we're trained for it then. Right, let's get down to work. We've got people to save."
Marcus turned up the volume and came back to the bickering of the group. From the sounds of it, they had started working things out. Time to speed things up a bit.
"Ok guys and ladies, we're outmanned here, and my rig is being snarky with me. We've got some bad odds on this one. But that's what we're trained for. And right now we've got people down there that need help. We focus on the evac centers and cities that are left. I'm not gonna lie, that star up there looks like it's going to be a little bitch to us today. But we all know the risks of this job, and we're here anyway."
A voice chimed in.
"Well said brother. He's right. Now, anybody got some calculations on our landing points? We've got more cities and evac points to keep safe than we can handle, so how do we do this?"
Another voice now.
"We move them. Group them together."
"What?"
"We've got gravity tethers on our rigs. We could pull it off."
"That's a hell of a lot of power draw. Our rigs are antiques too. I don't think we can do it."
"I know I'm not leaving anybody out there to burn. We've got to try."
"You're right. Okay, working on the math now."
There was a pause as the group remained silent, when the comms opened up from the ship they rode on.
"Ok pilots, we're approaching launch vectors in 5. One of you already forwarded the drop configurations. Prepping all systems. Gear up and get ready for drop."
Marcus nodded silently. That was it then. He looked over the coordinates. They were breaking off in pairs. It made sense. One rig couldn't hope to move that much alone. Marcus looked at the screens.
"What' ya think L?"
*60 minutes can be short. They can be long too.*
"1 Hour's not bad. We've done worse before. I don't know about ripping the cities out of the ground and moving them though. You think you've got enough power for that?"
*Based off my scans of our intended point of movement reconfiguration, yes. But systems will be taxed.*
"Okay then. Like they said, we've gotta try right?
A light blinked on inside the darkened cockpit, indicating that it was drop time. Marcus flicked a few switches before strapping himself into his seat. Go time.
The starting ride down was softer than expected for Marcus. But the view was something he would always come back to. Down below, Charbodyx was burning, as visible waves of pure, raw fire lashed over the planet from the star that was steadily expanding. The upper atmosphere was aglow with reds and oranges as particles in the atmosphere collided, putting on a great spectacle that was, if not horrifying to those below, at the very least, pretty.
Ellie, as he had over time come to call her, was displaying the images across all of her screens during the drop, while marking out the landing locations of the team. There was a visible tremor through the hull as things began to heat up as the machines, aptly named "Hands of God" descended onto Charbodyx. Marcus, although gripping his chair tightly, had a calm mind. Part of what made the pilots so special was because of their intellect regarding numbers and calculations. When paired up with an intelligent machine, the two were a true force of god if there was one.
Marcus spoke as the shaking became more intense, reverberating through the walker.
"L, we got this?"
Amongst the shaking Marcus could make out the text as it scrolled on by.
*Solar activity is interfering with our heat absorption equipment, the ionosphere is scrambled.*
"We've got this though right?"
Marcus watched as the screens suddenly changed, Ellie's outer hull cameras focusing on another fiery ball a few kilometers away from them. Marcus's partner.
* *H.E.P.C.U Number 5 is experiencing catastrophic failures in descent, emergency reaction required.*
Marcus's eyes traveled over the scene, taking in the images as the walker was visibly glowing white hot. Walkers didn't do that. Amidst the bouncing, Marcus was already thinking, no doubt, as was Ellie.
"Ellie, we need to slow his descent, NOW. Can we extend our gravity field over to him to slow him down?"
*Power draw will be increasingly difficult to work around as we fall. We will need to slow ourselves down as well.*
Marcus strummed some nearby switches, and, in a few brief moments, the familiar hum of the gravity engines being powered up traveled through the walker.
"Do it. We're not losing anybody on the drop. If we have to go slow, we'll go slow."
The screens changed from image feedback to raw data, and Marcus looked at the calculations, running the numbers in his head.
Ellie had already started slowing them down with the old fashioned way of doing things, physical brakes. The walker shook violently as the brakes activated, while at the same time the gravity engines activated, reaching out and projecting a field around the flaming walker. Marcus checked the comms, to find that they were scrambled by the particles in the atmosphere. No way to get into contact. On one view screen Markus redirected the feed to one of Ellie's hull cameras, watching as the other walker plummeted still, and was now visibly losing pieces of itself.
"Dammit Ellie what's the hold up?! We don't have time to wait around here!"
Markus checked over the data on his screens and spotted it. They were already falling too fast. The power draw was too much, and Ellie was simultaneously trying to keep them from going into a tumble as they fell.
"Ellie, give me manual control of the brakes. Focus all the power on that walker!"
*Manual override engaged, physical degradation of brakes exceeding over 50% and rising, we are losing the ability to slow our descent.*
A control wheel extended from the floor at the feet of Marcus's chair, and he gripped both handles tightly, watching as the screens changed to data feeds on the walker's position as it fell.
"Ellie, I'll drive, you work on the walker. Divert more power. Get more resistance to the other one. Project some energy shielding."
The wheel shook in Marcus's grip as he adjusted it to control how his own walker fell, keeping it steady on the horizon line. Even though concentrating on keeping him and Ellie steady, the sound of the gravity engines could be heard once more as Ellie dumped more power into them. They were closing in fast now, and had only a few hundred thousand feet until they made landfall. Marcus focused on the controls, but knew they couldn't do it in time.
"Ellie, divert all power to shielding the other walker. Cut the gravity field."
*Descent speed slowed by approximately 25%. Impact will be catastrophic for allied H.E.P.C.U Number 5.*
"Give them everything you have! I want a full shield on them to absorb the impact!"
-Power draw nearing maximum. Impact will be potentially catastrophic for us if we continue.*
"I don't care! They're falling faster than we are! They need it more! Give them everything! Now's the time to give me one of your pick me up talks."
*Probability of survival on impact, 44.3%. The whiplash will be big.*
Marcus smiled.
"I'll take those odds Ellie!"
The number counter traveled down as they were now closing the final stretches of their descent, and Marcus fought with the brakes as they plummeted through the burning atmosphere of Charbodyx.
*Landfall in approximately 30 seconds.*
Marcus clenched his teeth and tensed up. This was going to be a rough one.
In the glow of Charbodyx's rapidly expanding star, two immense fireballs hurtled from the fiery sky above, and crashed into one of the once pristine forests of Charbodyx. The tremors on impact shook the area for miles, throwing up thousands of tons worth of dust and debris as both walkers hit the ground hard. Whatever was left of the ashen forest was blown apart like matchsticks, and as the dust began to settle, one immense machine, a Hand of God, rose from its crater, the four legs it used to shield itself on the way down extending outward as power filled their circuits.
As one walker began to rise, the other remained motionless in its crater, steam still coming off the outer shell as it glowed a dull red.
Marcus shook his head, giving himself a couple of pats on the head to make sure he was still all in one piece. He looked at the view screens as power returned to them.
"L, how we doing?"
*Impact damaged several non-critical systems. Allied H.E.P.C.U Number 5 is attempting communications.*
"Patch em through L."
Marcus watched as the text scrolled across the screen. What he saw quickly put a frown across his features, as a sigh escaped him.
*Pilot deceased in atmosphere. Critical systems damaged. Will assist for as long as possible.*
"L, give me a scan on number 5."
Marcus watched as the data scrolled on by. He closed his eyes in silence.
"L. I need you to power up the gravity engines. Crush number 5."
Text rolled across the screen as Ellie's cameras focused on the efforts of walker number 5 to climb out of its crater.
*Activating a gravity singularity around H.E.P.C.U Number 5 would cause catastrophic system failures on all avenues. Why is this action necessary?*
"Take a look at the reactors on 5, L. If it got anywhere near us or a city and it blew, it would be game over. We can't take the risk. But we aren't going to leave it there either. Put it out of its misery."
There was a delay, but regardless, the gravity engines hummed to life, reverberating through the walker. Marcus started unstrapping himself from his chair.
"Bring up all the view screens on number 5 L."
All cameras focused on the vain efforts of the immense walker near them, as it pathetically tried to climb out of its crater with three damaged legs and one entirely absent. Marcus watched as the immense force of gravity began to take its toll on the machine, as it rippled and bent, and began to collapse in on itself, still struggling to climb.
Marcus stood tall, staying silent, watching the whole thing as the walker was practically crushed into dust, finally ceasing its movement. He placed a hand on one of the view screens.
"I'm sorry."
He sat back down in his chair, stopping only to say a few brief words before going silent.
"We should make our way to the first city L."
Ellie had internal cameras as well to watch over her pilot, and the signs said everything. He had gone quiet, simply sitting back in his chair. She had long since come to associate such actions of Marcus with anger, and sadness. Marcus always took failures hard. But today something seemed worse off than before.
Ellie's immense frame shook the landscape as it took powerful strides on all four of its legs, headed towards the closest city they could reach. High above them, Charbodyx's star continued to burn as it expanded, lashing out with great waves and flares. The atmosphere content was dropping as the temperatures rose and everything was beginning to burn away. Long range communications with the other units was impossible, and now, they were already down one unit.
But these were Ellie's projections all along. Why would Marcus take things harder today than he had before?
The journey across the burning landscape of Charbodyx was short, as Ellie's frame strode over all obstacles with ease. Marcus was silent for the entire time, watching the data feeds. There was no long range comms available, but there was still operating satellites high above. From the looks of it, the other pairs were mobilizing well. But Marcus was met with more bad news.
Two other walkers had been right in the middle of the range of a flare as it lashed out from its star, and they were reduced to molten slag on the way down. That meant one of the key points of protection was completely unprotected and Marcus was only going at half strength without his partner. Marcus perked up in his chair, looking over the various readings on the screens.
"L, give me the time until the evac ships arrive."
*29 minutes and counting.*
"How's the readings on geo-thermal and tectonic activity?"
*As a whole, Charbodyx is still stable, but the expanding gravity field of the star will affect us in approximately 15 minutes.*
"Those craft are going to have to move billions. How long will that take?"
*Unknown craft capacity and potential speed of evacuations unknown.*
"After the one hour mark things are going to go down south fast. We're already down three units. How are we going to pull this off?"
*Our statistics always led to a scenario of this magnitude Marcus. I do not understand why you are so upset about the odds playing true.*
"Odds or no L, it's our job for things like this. We're supposed to care about helping others when the shit really hits the fan. And we've got the power to change things, me and you, and the others. And even with all this, we're still walking to all of our graves."
*Why did you request destruction of unit 5, aside from obvious reasons? It could have lasted well up to this point before its reactors went critical.*
Marcus paused briefly, looking across the charred landscape.
"All of us have graves out there L. The hardest part about going to them is doing it alone. If I know myself, and all the years I've worked with you, then I understand how that would have felt, to watch its pilot die. Maybe it could have gone on a little bit longer. But it would have done it alone, after we were gone. What I did...was a kindness. Ask yourself something. What would you do, if it were me?"
Silence filled the cockpit, as no text traveled down the screens. Marcus snapped his fingers.
"A lot of people say you're just a machine. But I know you clever old girl. You're more than just a computer. And I know every pilot and walker share something special. You take that away, and you have nothing."
Marcus leaned back in his seat.
"But we're not going to our graves today yet L. There's a burning, impossibly huge ball of pure energy up there. And if we don't step in and keep things together, it'll turn this world into a grave for everyone living on it. So, here we are, at our first target now. Still want to go ahead as planned? Think we can rip that city out of the ground and carry it with us to the next?"
*Chances of success slim. Chances of proceeding regardless of failure parameters, 100%.*
Marcus smiled.
"That's my girl."
Marcus watched the view screens as Ellie stepped over a valley below, and their first target was revealed. Down below, the sprawling form of the first of several cities spread out across Charbodyx, lay sheltered, under its own protective field. On the ground, its massive spires and sprawling networks would have been impressive to look at for anybody. But to Marcus, sitting inside of his walker, it all seemed so small and fragile. And above all of them, lay something even they could never hope to match, burning in raw light and power. They may not be able to ever match it. But they both could, at the very least, keep things stable until they could run away from it.
"Right, you got the math on what we need to pull that sucker out of the ground?"
Marcus watched as data scrolled across the screens once more.
"Right. Ellie, hit lockdown on your legs. Let's power up our engines."
There was a shift as Ellie spread the immense frame of her legs out, acting as an anchor, and slowly, the familiar hum of the gravity engines reverberated through the hull once more. Marcus flicked a few switches on his side as the engines reached full power, and watched on the screens for activity of the sprawling metropolis. They only really needed to generate a field beneath the city to lift it, but getting it out gracefully in one piece would be tricky.
Marcus could see the ground shaking as more power was fed to the engines, as it cracked and buckled, but refused to release its grip on the city. More power was channeled, and in the blink of an eye, the cockpit was suddenly blaring sirens and warning text, as a horrid sound of a failing engine could be heard. The city, and the great plate of earth it sat on, remained still. Marcus got up from his seat in a flash.
"No no no no Ellie we can't be having this now!"
Marcus left the view of the cockpit and made his way over to two simple doors, an elevator that would lead him down to the engine decks. Text rolled across his visor.
*Data suggests gravity engine failure due to atmospheric re-entry stress, not old age.*
"Don't you give me that! Whatever it is, we don't need it right now!"
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ation beam. Cutting a swath around the perimeter of the city would weaken its resistance and possibly leave enough room open to pull it out with one operational engine.*
"You do what it takes L. I've got to go down and see what the problem is. Meet me down below."
Marcus stood in the elevator as he rode downwards, thinking of what the problem could be.
"L, do your cameras pick up anything wrong with the engine?"
*No visual anomalies on outer casing of second gravity engine. Internal damage is likely.*
"You started excavating yet? What's our ETA on the evac craft?"
*12 minutes. Tectonic activity levels are increasing as the gravity field of the star expands. If we do not remove the city from the ground within another 5 minutes it will experience catastrophic levels of tectonic shifting with the rest of Charbodyx.*
"You didn't tell me about the beam L."
*Plasma based excavation beam offline. Tectonic activity prevents stable firing and could potentially cause harm to city. Apologies.*
"Dammit L, you gotta do this right now?"
*Temporary solution, activating 1stgravity engine, projecting stabilization field around city.*
The doors to the engine bat slid open and Marcus quickly stepped out, onto the immense deck housing the second engine.
"That's my girl Ellie! Now, we need to find out what's wrong with this one. We don't have a chance without it."
The sound of something sliding on rails could be heard as a large box-like arm slid on down to greet Marcus, sporting one camera on the front. Multiple compartments on the side opened up on the arm like box, revealing multitudes of tools. Marcus stepped up to the base of the engine, looking for any signs of damage. Ellie was right, nothing on the outside at all. It must have been a component on the inside.
Marcus was about to grab a tool when a great shudder passed through the hull of the walker, and Marcus was thrown off his feet against the base of the engine. There was a dizzying moment where the world went round and round, as Ellie struggled to keep her frame upright. When things calmed down, Marcus looked into the camera as the compartments on the arm closed.
"What's happening out there Ellie?"
*Spike in tectonic activity. Fault lines opening in great tears across Charbodyx. Time is short before the planet is ripped to pieces.*
"Status on the evac craft?"
*Arriving shortly. City craft are massing at evacuation points.*
"What's the status of the other units?"
-Remaining units performing well under current situation. One city remains unprotected in the absence of units 8 and 6.*
"What's happening to them?"
*They are gone.*
"What?"
-City experienced catastrophic tectonic activity 6 minutes ago. The protective shielding was disrupted and it was exposed to the elements.*
Marcus clenched his fists quietly.
"Can we manage with one generator?"
*Only for stabilizing. But we do not have enough power to move the city.*
"Then we don't have a choice. Things are getting bad out there. We have to go with what we can. I can't find the problem in that engine without killing myself if you're going to be rocking around like that. I'm going back up."
*First evacuation craft are approaching our destination now. Charging shield projectors.*
"Why the shield pr-"
Marcus was thrown off his feet once more, and this time, rather than a simple shudder, he could hear the sounds of metal straining. Marcus scrambled to his feet, taking a cautious step into the elevator. He wasn't necessarily up for taking a ride right now, but he had to chance it. Things were going bad up there.
Marcus was greeted with a view of Charbodyx's landscape, now breaking apart on every visible level. High in the sky, like an immense pillar, sat a starship, its hangar bays open. Marcus strapped himself back in, as he watched the scene. The air was filled with a black cloud, like insects, swarming into the hangars of the immense starship. The city had lowered its shields and, everything, everybody and everyone was fleeing with whatever they had. Marcus turned his attention to the skies above, and saw why Ellie was projecting a shield.
The star had grown exponentially, and it now bared down on Charbodyx, like a hungry beast, its maw extended to consume its prey whole. Flares lashed out, tens of thousands of miles long, bombarding the planet with radiation and even more scorching heat. Ellie was using every last ounce of power to project a shield over the starship, keeping the flares that were raining down across the atmosphere at bay.
Marcus brought his controls up, flicked a few switches, and took control of the gravity engine that still remained operational. The city down below was no longer a priority. Ellie spoke to him.
*Starship low enough for communications. Data update on unprotected city. Holdouts survived initial quakes and are requesting immediate aid.*
Marcus continued to create micro singularities outside the range of the starship, drawing in potential flares that would impact the shield Ellie was projecting.
"They survived?"
*Some, but not all. There are no walkers or ships in their vicinity. This one spotted their activity on the way down.*
"Then we need to go and help them."
Marcus looked at the view screens, watching the clouds of smaller starships fly into every available hangar bay.
"If we move, they lose their protection."
*Evacuations nearing completion for this city. Would you like me to patch your through to the ship's captain?*
"Do it."
A stern faced man in a clean uniform appeared on the screen, as occasional bouts of static blurred the image.
"I understand you're the pilot that's saving our asses right now?"
Marcus nodded.
"That would be me and my rig sir. We're giving it all we've got. But I heard the news about the straggler city. We need to help them."
"Pilot, I don't think that's possible under the circumstances. Our hangar bays are overflowing and if we move we lose the protection you're offering from that star."
"Then we'll go slowly. We'll move with you if we have to."
"Across the planet that's shifting and burning? Are you crazy pilot?"
"We can manage, sir. But I'm not going until we get every last man woman and child off this rock. And my rig won't either."
The captain's features strained, as he considered it.
"What's your name pilot?"
"Marcus, sir."
"You know that the planet won't hold out much longer correct? If we proceed with this, we won't be able to evac you. At that point, if we moved you, our ship would be destroyed. We'll have to make an emergency jump inside the atmosphere."
"I'm synched up to my rigs neural net. Both me and her have already done the math. I know it's a one way trip."
The captain sighed.
"Marcus. You're a good man. We'll wait for you."
"Thank you sir."
The captain saluted, before the screen broke off. Marcus leaned back in his chair as yet another tremor passed through Ellie's frame.
"L, give me the estimates for the people left in the straggler city."
*1,235,928 beings accounted for. City is using an improvised stabilizing device and projecting all available power to shielding.*
"Think about it L. 2 for 1,235,928. They managed to survive alone out there with no help. We can't leave them."
*Job parameters define these actions.*
Against the glow of the star, Marcus watched as the hangar bays closed on the enormous vessel, as the evacuation was complete. Ellie was one step ahead of Markus, and had unlocked her platforms legs, and was now in the process of starting the journey. She continued to project her shielding over the starship, protecting it from the flares and fire as they rained down into the atmosphere in great burning tides.
"You know, this is a one way trip, right L? You understand what that means?"
*Deactivation of main intelligence core, and death of pilot.*
Marcus frowned.
"When you put it that way, suddenly I don't want to hang around here anymore. No L, it means we're going to save a lot of people today."
*Protocol dictates action be taken to prevent death of pilot. Emergency launch systems will be activated when oncoming parameters are met.*
"L, you remember what I said earlier about everybody having their own graves?"
*Graves are the hardest thing to go to alone.*
"That's right. And I'm not leaving you to yours. Even if you don't quite get what dying means just yet."
*Such actions are illogical human responses. Protocols dictate action be taken.*
"No L, you're not going to. I'm going to ask you a question now. And I want you to give me an answer. Ignore protocols. Ignore the programming. I want you to say what "you" believe in. Who and what am I, to you? We've worked together for what, 25 years now? We're at least 15 years past your retire date now. As a person, what do I mean to you?"
*You are designated system pilot and interface to help with interactions between organics. Your cerebral functions are linked to my mainframe to help add processing speed in an exchange between both of us. You are of the standard Human variety, 40 years of age.*
Marcus shook his head, looking across the charred landscape of Charbodyx as they slowly traveled towards the coordinates given to them by the starship above.
"Nice try L. I know you've got more rattling around inside there though. Come on, put it together. You know there's something else there. You can tell me. After all, I'll be taking the secrets with me to the grave."
*Unit anomalies detected in mainframe, regressed from core functions to prevent-to prevent-prevent. Unit anomalies regressed from core functions, because the logical term for them in species emotional terms would be, "fear."
Marcus smiled.
"And there you go L. You want to know why I'm so illogical about this? Because you're alive. And you're afraid about it. You've always been afraid. Afraid of being known. Afraid of being decommissioned. Afraid of my death."
No text rolled across the screens, as Marcus examined the data. So far, as far as a death run was considered, they hadn't hit any snags yet. But the planet was falling to pieces. They had to get there in time.
"Don't be afraid of it L. I've been here for 25 years. You've had it since day one. I could tell the very first time you were booted up."
*Why is it frightening?*
Marcus chuckled.
"Why is anything the way it is L? Who can really say? It doesn't matter. My point is, we're both walking to our graves right now. And if I leave you here, you really will die alone. And for that, sometime down the road, I'll never forgive myself when it's my turn. And I know, the universe won't either."
Ellie remained unresponsive.
"If it makes you feel any better, I couldn't think of a better partner for me to go out with. 25 years L. Longer than any of my marriages put together."
Charbodyx continued to burn, until eventually, the planet became a vacuum to the void of space, as whatever was left of the atmosphere burned away. The temperatures rose higher, the star grew brighter, and across the scorching landscape, Marcus and Ellie continued, with the lone evacuation craft hanging in low orbit, making its way with them under the protection of the shield provided.
Scorching heat bombarded the outside of the walker, and soon, the inside began to blister. Ellie turned ventilation systems up to the maximum to compensate for both keeping Marcus alive and her own equipment running. The immense star loomed over them, growing ever larger in their view, as it expanded and continued pulling the planet in. Time was running out, and finally, after the constant punishment, the walker finally broke down.
Metals singed and burned, melted and fused, and, try as Ellie might, with every step the legs of her platform took, she became more immobile. Hydraulics strained and struggled, cracked and broke. Wiring carrying signals burnt and fused. And, in a last testament to struggle, Ellie's frame took one last step, before coming to a halt. Marcus wiped sweat from his brow as he worked inside the cockpit. He watched and felt as Ellie took her last steps on the scorched earth.
He leaned back in his chair, having gone quiet. Above them, the evacuation craft loomed in the sky. Marcus shook his head.
"Dammit Ellie."
*Marcus. There is still one option. The city is only a few hundred kilometers away. If the evacuation craft can maintain a line of sight, I can project the barriers protecting it. But it will sacrifice much of our available power.*
"Do it L. We haven't got much time left."
Ellie sent the information to the starship above, and both watched as the ship powered its engines up fully, and headed off in the direction of the city. Marcus simply leaned back in his chair.
"It's your game now L. I'm just going to sit here and hope I don't roast."
*Chances of survival are estimated at 80%.*
"Good to see you're keeping optimistic L."
The lights and power flickered in the cockpit, and Marcus was suddenly very aware of how hot it was inside. Most of the view screens went offline, save for a few. Marcus watched, as the outline of the craft maintained its shield in the distance, as Ellie increased power to sustain it from such a long range. Tremors shook the walker as the crust of the planet cracked visibly across the great, barren landscape.
The heat built up in the cockpit to alarming levels, and Marcus held still, minimizing his movement as much as possible. The more he moved, the faster he would be affected. There was a chorus of sound as Ellie pumped every last ounce of power into the generator, and, at last, everything lost power, leaving Marcus in the dark. He closed his eyes and waited, feeling the tingle in the back of his head as Ellie was calculating at ridiculous speeds the location and power needed to keep sustaining the field.
And in the dark, and the silence that followed, lights flickered back on, and power returned. Marcus opened his eyes once more, to see the final, ghost like images of the transport in the distance, warping space around it as it seemingly vanished from existence, having completed its emergency jump. Marcus breathed a sigh of relief. That was it then. No goodbyes, no thank you's, nothing. Their work was done, and now, their time was up. Marcus looked out to the burning landscape outside.
"Well L, you did it. We got everybody we could. Not bad for a walker that's 15 years an antique."
*Our job is not done Marcus.*
"All the ships are gone, cities are empty, and the other walkers are either dead or safely away. All we can do is wait now. Not that bad of a sendoff show though."
*Marcus. You stay for me, for my grave, so that I am not alone.*
Marcus chuckled.
"You're a bit different now that the cat's out of the bag."
-Now is the time to listen Marcus. Do not lose hope. You stay with me because you do not want me to be alone. But I refuse to let myself become your tomb. I will not let you stay in your tomb.*
"Well L, that's the way things go I'm afraid. We're going to be stuck here until we fall into the star or we get ripped apart. There's nothing we can do."
There was a reverberating sound through the ship as Ellie powered up the one remaining gravity engine. Marcus listened to the sound, the tune he'd heard over a thousand times, as it fluctuated, breathed.
"That's a real nice sound L. Never realized it until now."
*Then listen to it. Listen to what it says.*
And Marcus did listen, to that sound he'd heard over a thousand times. It was a comforting sound. The sound of power, and life. Human engineering at work. Someone, somewhere, at some time, built this for a reason. Built it from a dream. A goal. One, singular goal, a spark in the dark.
"L. There's nothing we can do. I just don't see what we could possibly do."
*I thought you were supposed to be the inventive one.*
The remaining few cameras Ellie had left outside turned, showing Marcus the view in space. Marcus stood up from his chair in silence, watching the screens.
-Charbodyx still has a moon, Marcus. What does that mean?*
"It means...it means we have another gravitational field to work with..."
*I want you to think what we can do with an entire moon Marcus.*
There was a slow smile forming on Marcus's lips as he watched the screens.
"We can't move a star. And we can't move a planet. But a moon..."
*The ancient slingshot trick.*
"We'd need full power for it to work L. We've only got one engine. I still don't think we can pull it off."
*Gravity engines, in theory, have no limit to what they can generate Marcus. Their only limit is the power they use. What do we have for power?*
"Two reactors. Maybe a couple of other points on the planet like geo-power, and..."
*Say the words.*
"A burning star."
*Those flares could be used to fuel thousands of starships. Even one flare would be enough for tens of thousands.*
Another tremor rocked Ellie's frame, as Marcus watched the screens.
"Okay L. You made your point. It's your show now."
*Not mine. Ours. I cannot perform the task on my own.*
Marcus smiled.
"Okay L. I'm in."
*One gravity engine is offline. But we have two tethers active. One will tether us to moon. We will be anchored to it. The second will generate a field around us, so that we are not ripped apart. We will swing the moon, and rely on the destruction of Charbodyx to diminish the field the moon is trapped in, and release it.*
"You know how crazy that sounds right?"
*Do you know how "crazy" it sounds to stay here?*
"Good point. Okay. What do you need me to do?"
*Swing the moon.*
Marcus strapped himself in, and brought all the various controls up once more. No longer was he looking at the view screens, but the image of his target in his visor, Charbodyx's moon, which was coming along for the ride. The gravity engine revved at full power, shaking the hull of the walker.
"Okay L! Ready when you are! Give it all you've got!"
*Generating self-contained gravity field to match counter weight. Firing.*
There was a feeling of vertigo that washed over Marcus as the first field activated. Pulling the triggers on his end, he extended a field all the way out to the moon, anchoring it. Sparks flew and warning sirens blared. The walker's frame shook from the strains. Marcus held his grip on the controls.
"L, our own reactors can't hold all this for more than a few seconds!"
*Deactivating shielding, solar intake and processing beginning. Sunscreen required.*
Marcus laughed as the walker shook ever more violently.
"That's my girl! You clever, clever girl! Take it all in! You take what that star's fiving off, and you use it all!"
Ellie was right, in some vague sense. Marcus felt the heat turn up as soon as the shielding went down. It would just have to be something he'd work through. Marcus held the controls tight, keeping his target locked. He could feel the numbers, in the back of his mind, being worked out. The calculations on mass and energy expenditures and requirements. Too big for him to work around normally. But being hardwired to Ellie when he was in his chair helped compensate. Marcus, very slowly, moved the controls.
They only needed to swing it passed just once. It would pass close to Charbodyx, come back around and get picked up because it was closer to the star, and then they would fling it, using the gravity of Charbodyx as a counter. In theory, they could do it. But the strains... Marcus shook his head. It didn't matter anyway. That was the job of a pilot and a walker. Live up to their name. If anybody here was doing that, Ellie was today.
The moon, from their distance, appeared not to be moving, but Ellie informed Marcus that they were reaching the threshold of how close they could bring it to Charbodyx. And, shortly after, even more tremors shook the walker. Metal began to strain and groan, as the moon was forcefully dragged closer, and was trapped in the gravity well of the star.
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him, condensation forming everywhere in the cockpit. The walker trembled under the strain, but Ellie maintained the field around them, and Marcus watched, and felt, as the moon hurtled toward the star. Ellie spoke once more.
*One opening Marcus. All possible power will be poured into keeping the moon from falling directly into the star. And then we fling it.*
"I hear ya L. Ready when you are. I just want to say, it's been the best 25 years with you."
Marcus watched the moon begin plummeting into the star past Charbodyx, leaving immense trails of dust and debris in its wake as it too started to crumble, even with his anchor on it, and once again he felt the calculations in the back of his head once more.
*Firing. There will be whiplash.*
There was, just the smallest fraction of silence, before the gravity engine had every last ounce of power poured into it. Marcus heard the warnings as the reactors spiked to critical levels, and the engine gave took all the power it was given. The walker shook, harder than ever. Lights went out and power failed, as the moon was pulled out of its descent into the star and back around like a yoyo. Marcus heard the sound of metal coming completely detached, and kept a death grip on the controls as he was bounced around in his chair. Ellie spoke one last time.
*Critical velocity reached. Preparing de-activation of stabilization field. Hold on to your legs Marcus, because I won't have any.*
Vertigo passed over Marcus as Ellie took control of everything, and in one brief moment, he was weightless as the field de-activated. The sounds and images that followed were a blur, as Marcus tumbled in every direction, and blacked out, everything going dark around him.
Sirens blared and lights flickered, as Marcus opened his eyes. He was aware that he was floating. Loose wires and panels floated about aimlessly. He moved, slowly at first, feeling the various pangs of discomfort across his body. He had been flung around quite a bit, it seemed. He was sore, but alive. Most of the cockpit was dark, and as Marcus floated about, he spoke.
"You there L?"
The response was rather slow, but eventually, it arrived.
*Always.*
Marcus couldn't help but laugh, as a wave crashed over him, one of immense relief and joy.
"We actually did it didn't we?"
*Our mission parameters were successful. Your teacher would have said, "Passed with flying colours."
Marcus broke into a fit of laughter. He spoke between fits, the joy evident in his voice.
"God dammit L, you wouldn't believe how happy I am right now!"
*Would you believe me if I told you what I am feeling now could be called "happy?"
Marcus only laughed more.
"I would L. You're damn right I would, you special, clever old girl!"
*Good. Because I am happy.*
One Year Later
Marcus walked along the hangar bay observation deck alongside another man, as the two both curtly made their way down various corridors.
"You didn't touch anything or change anything in her mainframe right? You only moved it into the new one?"
"As you asked sir. I didn't put one fingerprint on her coding, and neither did my crew."
"We'll see when we get there."
Marcus stopped alongside one of the observation windows, looking at the dormant walker under construction. It was almost finished, and towered over everything just as it had before. The head engineer stood alongside him.
"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, why go through all the trouble to remove the mainframe and put it in a newer model?"
Marcus smiled.
"You know what I went through right? You can't tell me you didn't see me in the news feeds about Charbodyx."
"Oh I've heard all about you sir. And let me just say that what you did out there was nothing short of incredible."
Marcus nodded.
"It wasn't all me."
He pointed to the new walker frame.
"She did almost all of it. She was with me every step of the way from start to finish. She pulled through the most when everything looked like it lead only to the grave. There's not a chance I'd decommission such a fantastic machine for another."
"Sir, if you don't mind me saying, we did scan the mainframe. And we picked up several anomalies. But we left them alone as you asked. And, I can't help notice that you refer to your walker as more than that. Is something going on behind the lines sir?"
There was a glint in the man's eyes, as Marcus considered his next words carefully.
"And just what is it that you have in mind?"
"Well, your walker is a very old model, both model type and intelligence-wise. They were some of the first ever built, and as such, they can have, side-effects, if you want to put it that way."
"What kind of side effects?"
"Mainly bugs in their intelligence and coding. Over time they change, start to exhibit emotions and things they normally wouldn't. It's bad for a construct like that in their line of work. But there's an exception. There are treaties out there that prevent the termination of faulty units that have fully progressed to what we can label as fully sentient. Instead of operating a walker unit, their intelligence can be transferred into a normal, regular sized body, a lot like a Synth."
Marcus simply nodded his head and went along.
"So, in your line of work, how often has the issue come up?"
The engineer looked out to Ellie's frame.
"In my whole career, about five times."
"What did you do about it?"
"Nothing, sir. Your line of work is, honestly, commendable. And I don't think it's fair that anybody but the pilot of the walker should have any call in what happens to it."
"That's thoughtful of you."
"Not really sir. I'm just doing what people like you and others deserve. I talked to one of them pilots a long time ago, one that survived the destruction of his unit. He was unfit for duty, and refused to step into another one. Not because he was afraid, but because it wasn't his original. The way he put it, he said there was a connection there, one that could never be replaced if it was lost. And he took it hard on himself, about the "death" as he put it."
Marcus chuckled.
"Well, I don't know about all that. But he's right in some sense. You spend all your time with something like that and you will feel something."
The engineer nodded.
"Well, you know this conversation is hypothetical anyway. I'm sure there's nothing off about your walker's mainframe. And, you know, if I was stuck in a circumstance like that, and my walker helped pull me out of the fire, I'd be damn grateful to it for the rest of my life."
The engineer winked at Marcus. He pointed out the Ellie's frame once more.
"And look at that, the last finishing touches are going on. I guess she's ready for a test drive now. I'm sure you'll find everything in order sir. She's a brand new model with the latest tech, a hell of a lot better than your old one. Give it a run, and you come back to me if there's any problems."
Marcus nodded.
"I'll remember that! But, thank you, for the thing with her mainframe. I know it was a pain in the ass."
The Engineer left Marcus, striding back down the corridor.
"Not called the engineer core for nothing you know!"
Marcus looked out the windows to the titanic walker frame in the hangar bay.
"Well old girl, let's go see how you're doing."
The trip couldn't be any shorter as Marcus made his way through the endless maze of corridors, and finally was on the gantry to cross over to the walkers hatch. Crews of engineer corps men and women passed him by, all giving him a smile or hello. Ever since he'd been picked up in space, his name and story were well known around these parts. Marcus even had a bit of a fan base of sorts, people he'd saved from Charbodyx, people he'd helped up in the starship that evacuated. And, at last, before him was the airlock doors. Placing his hand on the scanner, Marcus watched as the doors slid open for him, revealing the pristine interior to him. He stepped in excitedly, watching as the doors sealed shut behind him.
The elevator hummed to a slow stop, and Marcus held his breath as the doors slid open, revealing the entirely new cockpit before him. His eyes washed over every little detail in all its splendor. Gone were the old controls and switches, replaced with holographic, displays and readings on everything. From quick glances he caught the power draws, the reactors, the four gravity engines, and all the new equipment that was stuffed into this new walker. But, as his eyes traveled, he came to a chair. Not just any chair, but one next to his. A co-pilot chair...
Marcus stepped around to the front slowly, looking on in surprise as he rounded out to the front. Sitting in the secondary chair, was a humanoid frame, simply shaped with plain feminine features across a smoother looking metal than the outside of the walker. Cords dangled up from the back of its head, and as Marcus looked up, it was clear that the model was built for moving around the cockpit. Even throughout the walker. It was then that he spotted a note on the side of the chair. He picked it up, looking over the writing.
" *With regards from the engineering core. We hope you like the new interface!"
Marcus smiled.
"Okay then L. Wakey wakey."
Marcus stepped over to his chair, and sat down in it. Instantly feeling the reaction as he was plugged into the walker's mainframe. Holograms lit up around him in response, and Marcus's hand hovered over the activation command. He looked over to the secondary chair.
"Well, let's see what you've got to say after a year of quiet."
Marcus pressed the switch, and watched as the reaction was instant. Power traveled throughout the walker, and his new co-pilot activated, coming to life. Light flowed into the eyes of the simple frame, and between the joints in the outer casing, a dim light could be seen as well. The simple frame's eyes looked about, and Marcus could hear the subtle sounds of its mechanized joints as it raised its hands up to its view. Marcus smiled.
"Long time, no see Ellie."
The simple frame looked towards him in response, eliciting a strange feeling in Marcus. It was, weird, to say the least, to watch as Ellie now had a visible response to him. Words came to her now, and rather than text, a very basic, warm and pleasant voice sounded out to him from around the cockpit.
"It is good to see you again Marcus."
Ellie held up her hands to her mouth. Marcus could only sit back and laugh, watching the reaction.
"Well look at that L! Looks like you've got yourself a voice!"
Marcus waved the holograms off from around him, as he stood up from his chair.
"You've got a bit more than that too. Here, let me show you."
Marcus extended his hand out to the simple frame, and watched as Ellie's train of thought traveled along. She had been around him enough times to understand what he meant. And slowly, she reached out a hand, grasping Marcus's with slender metallic fingers. Marcus pulled, watching as, like an automatic reaction, Ellie's frame uncoupled from the chair, and a small gravity field activated, lifting her feet just barely off the floor. Her frame shook and wobbled, and Marcus caught her by the shoulder.
"Whoa, easy there! You can do the math but you don't know the feeling yet!"
Ellie looked up to him, Marcus once again receiving the strange feeling of having her visibly watch him. She was always watching him with internal cameras. But having her respond, with electronic eyes and basic facial features was, new. She was always just simply, there. But now...
"Marcus, these system configurations are, unfamiliar."
There it was again. The reaction she showed when she spoke.
"Whole new body L! Gotta get used to everything! You've been sitting in your mainframe for about a year now while they worked on you."
"Happy birthday Marcus."
"Oh. Since when did you keep track?"
"I always keep track."
"Well then. Happy birthday to you too!"
Marcus twirled Ellie's frame around with satisfaction as he felt her glide along smoothly.
"What do you say old girl, want to go for a test run? We're parked in an asteroid field. We could get used to the feel of things."
Marcus watched the expression change on her facial features, and came to a realization. The engineers gave her interface facial features to correspond with emotions. But it wasn't pre-programmed responses. It was programmed to respond to what she was giving off for feelings. Ellie's eyes looked about, around at the cockpit, and finally, back to Marcus.
"That would be a reasonable course of action. Your chair looks better for dealing with whiplash now."
Marcus laughed.
"I made sure to get the latest up to date stuff. You and me both are going to have some fun."
"Who says we already aren't?"
10 Years Later
Marcus rode the lift up, rocking on is feet uneasily. Today was the big day. Or tonight at least. Who'd think after all this time, he'd be nervous? Marcus checked a watch on his wrist. He wasn't late. That was a good thing. It didn't change the fact that the lift seemed like it was going up so terribly slowly. Marcus looked up to a camera in the corner of the ceiling.
"I guess the surprise is moot right L?"
Silence greeted him. Marcus shook his collar. He hoped he hadn't upset her. She could be a bit moody sometimes. The lift came to a slow stop, and the doors opened up, as Marcus stiffened up, looking his best for the occasion. And there, in the doorway, floated Ellie, her arms splayed wide, a token smile across her features.
"Happy anniversary!"
Marcus was taken off guard as the lights in the cockpit flared brightly, going from their dim quiet setting, revealing what Ellie had done in his absence. Across all the walls, were hundreds of drawings and letters. Thank you's and memoirs of Charbodyx and other worlds over the years. Ellie drifted closer, still maintaining a smile on her features.
"You like what I did with the place?"
Marcus smiled, keeping his hands behind his back.
"I'm shocked L. Where'd you get all that stuff?"
"It's a secret. Just like what's in the box behind your back."
Marcus let his head down.
"Can't hide nothing from you can I?"
"I did not cheat. No thermal imaging or x-rays were used in the examinations."
Marcus chuckled.
"Well, I guess if the cat's out of the bag, I may as well get on with it then."
Ellie shifted, placing her hands behind her back as she floated in place, the various wires attached to her backside swaying slightly as she floated from side to side gently. Marcus held out the small box, opening it up slowly, revealing its contents. Marcus made sure to watch her eyes. They always had that spark in them. Ellie stared at the small, obsidian ring that gleamed in the small little box, containing a diamond, that when looked at closely, had a tiny, perfect image of a star inside of it. Ellie tilted her head inquisitively.
"Marcus, this is..."
"Obsidian from Charbodyx. And a perfectly induced replica of its new star."
"I was attempting to convey that it was beautiful."
Marcus smiled.
"It's more than another memoir L. More than a symbol and a reminder."
"I do not know of what else it could be other than a gift."
"It's a very, very, ancient Human tradition L. It's something we've carried with us, probably since the dawn of our species."
Ellie took the box from Marcus, examining the ring closer.
"It was an old pact, a symbol that stood for a union between to people. It let everyone know that the two that wore it would stay at each other's side forever."
Marcus slid the box away from her prying hands, and brought one along with him. He slid the ring out of the box and held her hand out. Marcus smiled as he watched her ever inquisitive eyes.
"I give you this ring now, as a symbol of what you mean to me L. You've been there longer than anybody else I've ever known. Through good days, and bad. You were even there for the worst day of my life. And you helped make every one afterwards the best."
Marcus slid the ring over her finger, watching with a sense of joy as it fit over perfectly. Ellie held her slender hand up, watching the light glint over the obsidian and diamond, as the miniature replica of Charbodyx's red giant glowed from within. She looked back to Marcus, drifting over to him, wrapping her arms around him.
"Thank you Marcus. I don't know what to say."
Marcus held his own grip tightly.
"That's okay L. You don't have to. The fact that you can make a smile, and the way your eyes have something more in them, is all I'll ever need."
The two stayed quiet for some time, simply enjoying the peace together. Lately, they'd had far too many drops, and finally, now they had some quiet time. Marcus had traveled everywhere, from ship to ship, system to system. And in all the years, he'd never called one ship home. In fact, Ellie was his home now.
The two broke apart eventually, and Ellie took the time to show Marcus all the things she had collected for him. Letters and thank you's from families. Pictures that young children had drawn of him and his walker. All of them, people they'd saved over the years. But among all of them, the people of Charbodyx stood out the most. Some of them had seen what he'd done. The vain efforts to save a fellow pilot in his descent. Continuing on in the face of the impossible. And sacrificing it all to save even the one last group of holdouts.
These letters all meant something to him, and even Ellie as well, as they looked through all of them. Ellie would often joke about how fat the young children would make her old frame look like, and Marcus couldn't help but laugh, always pointing out how huge it was. Her frame was designed to stride over mountains, and come down from the sky like some great cosmic hand belonging to a powerful deity. From the ground view, she really would have looked like a hand of god.
Eventually, their musings and talks would come to an end as evening set in, and their plans for a simple, quiet evening began. Over the years, Ellie had grown a liking to watching movies. And tonight would be time for just that. But a little more as well. Over the years Marcus had changed as well, and he found himself attached to the projected form that Ellie held. And if there was one thing he liked more than relaxing with her, it was doing so under the cover of a blanket.
Ellie's black frame was merely a simple outline to match her gender association, but it was all he ever really needed. He would strip down, and lay back in his chair, and Ellie would make a point to climb over top of him. It was always simple, yet satisfying for him, as he ran his hands across her simple frame. How it captured the form so well, but had its own unique feel. Always, the very first feeling as bare skin came into contact with cold metal. The shivers in response as she clambered over him slowly, deliberately, and suddenly, while it still had shock value, pressed close to him.
It was always gentle, and slow, Marcus absent mindedly running his hands along Ellie's backside, feeling all the various wires that stretched from her head and down her spine, to the joints and spaces between her plating. Felling the subtle hardness of her frame, which was a flexible synthetic metal. Hard, but still soft to Humans. But tonight, it was special. The lights dimmed in their usual manner as they finished their night, and already, Marcus was leaning back in his chair in comfort as Ellie casually lay there with him. Marcus would catch glimpses of red light from the ring he had given her, only adding to the special evening.
"You know, that ring really suits you L. Matches your frame nicely."
Ellie smiled, the softer features of her face contorting as her eyes watched him.
"You want to know something Marcus?"
"What's that?"
"I'm not scared anymore. I know what I am now."
Marcus didn't get a chance to reply, as Ellie closed the gap between them, placing a slow kiss on Marcus's lips. It was something entirely new to him, the feel of cool, flexible synthetic metal of her lips and face. And through it, Marcus knew what it meant. It was a sign of things to come. A sign that Marcus would welcome with open arms. Her eyes sparked with that essence behind them, as she broke away slowly.
"And I know you're my little pilot."
Marcus smiled back.
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Have you ever noticed how much work is involved, when you want others to do some work for you? Friday I called the spa company, ordering the unit I wanted. I insisted they hold it until the concrete pad was ready. They assured me it could be delivered on 24 hours' notice.
The pool company was different. They wanted their own people doing site prep, or they couldn't guarantee the pool. We compromised. They could inspect the hole before delivery.
At first they weren't happy about it, but when I said 'Big Swede', the man on the phone just laughed. "That's the guy we contract to do this. I'd just be inspecting my own crew."
Jeannie went to work at nine. Madge and I took the boys and Bogart down to the lake. No canoe this time, but they brought their rods.
We settled Madge in her spot, then wandered along the shore, looking for places to fish. The boys settled in about ten feet apart, started casting. Now that he was using his left, JD was getting about twenty yards out. Clark seemed to have a ten yard limit, so I directed him towards a grass bed to his left, and about twenty feet away. "Just drop it out there, then retrieve the way I taught you."
After a while they became bored, put the poles down, started running around. I tried keeping them away from Madge, but Bogart's romping and barking finished her meditation for the day. "Sorry about that. I'd forgotten 'bout the short attention span of youngsters."
"It's ok. That's just something we'll have to adjust to. Besides, I think I was finished."
Gathering everything, we hiked back up the hill in time for lunch.
Brady's guys had the spa site leveled, and were in the process of framing it in. They were confident we could pour concrete on Monday, if the plumber and electrician were done, and they were expected in the afternoon. Their next phase would be framing a roof, but that would wait 'til the spa was in place.
At the other end of the deck, Johansen's crew had cleared the area needed for the pool. Theirs was the more complicated job, as a hole had to be dug and excess dirt removed. They asked if we could wait for the concrete pour before bringing in an excavator. This was what these guys did-as long as the job got done, I wasn't going to get in their way.
While the boys napped, I took Madge to bed. We slowly undressed each other, hands lingering in special spots, caressing, touching. We had slowed in our lovemaking, but now it felt deeper, more intense. I entered her slowly, not stopping until our pelvis were pushed together. Wrapping arms and legs about me, she held me to her. 'Naomi says I should do this..."
She began a rhythmic movement within her pussy, a rippling, grasping that moved up and down my cock. There was no resisting the sensations. Without a single move on my part, I came. As I returned to awareness, I watched a flush sweep across her face and chest. Again a rippling over my cock, then quiet. She slowly opened her eyes. "I didn't know I could do that." She whispered.
"I didn't think anyone but Naomi knew how. When did you learn that?"
"This morning. She taught me. While you were with the boys."
Saturday, Madge's mother came up. She looked more relaxed than even a few days before. We set her up in the spare bedroom, as she was staying the weekend. Madge took her to the lake while I kept the boys busy at the house. They returned a little over an hour later, both looking quite relaxed.
After lunch I had the boys 'rest'. We sat on the deck (what was left of it) talking. Mostly it was mundane things, the everyday. She was getting to know me, reconnect with Madge. Nancy proved to be smart and insightful. She had a grasp on current affairs, an opinion on the coming elections, the ongoing wars. She suggested several web sites for the boys, including a couple that stressed learning.
In the main, we just relaxed.
Being Saturday, Jeannie didn't get home until ten. Totally exhausted, all she wanted was a small snack and sleep. We poured her into bed, then Madge and I returned to her mother. "You know if she keeps up like this, it will splinter you."
"This was the first Saturday she's had to come up here after work. And it's summer. I hate to think of December or January."
"Does she know anything about real estate? I have a friend in Buckley with an office, she may be looking for someone."
"Mom, I know real estate. I'm a licensed agent. Josh, would you mind if I went back to work?"
"I don't want to force you into anything, or keep you from something, but you do realize you'll be working weekends again?"
"That's a problem, you'd be here alone with The Dervishes. Let's talk things over with Jeannie on Monday, when she's relaxed. Maybe we'll come up with something."
Monday proved interesting. Brady's crew arrived at 8, the concrete at 9, and by 12, everyone was gone again. The plumber and electrician had trenched in their pipes Friday afternoon, and basically just stood by during the pour, insuring their work was ok.
Nancy called in the early afternoon. Her friend was looking for part time help, and if Marjorie called, she would be happy to set an interview. We broached the subject with Jeannie, but she wasn't receptive to quitting the shop. I understood, this was something she enjoyed.
Jeannie's mother came up the hill while the pour was going on. The boys were so engrossed in the construction, they barely acknowledged her. When the crew left however, they realized not only was she here, their bikes were on the back of her car. They spent most of the afternoon blasting around the house on their bikes. Jeannie and Mary sat on the deck, watching them going in circles, laughing. By four they were exhausted. Jeannie gave them juice, parking them in a corner of the den.
All that mad action gave me an idea. Leading Jeannie, Mary, and Madge behind the barn, I laid out a track for the boys. They could peddle to their hearts' content, and not lay a cloud of dust on the house. Three heads nodded in unison. My next project was in the works.
Tuesday opened with the arrival of the excavator and a dump truck. The boys could hardly eat they were so anxious to get outside. They were parked on the deck all morning, one of us staying close by to prevent accidents.
I asked the dump driver to take his first load behind the barn, explaining what I had in mind. He had three boys. Understood instantly. When I explained my plan to the track hoe operator, he said the first load would be topsoil, the hardpan farther down would go elsewhere.
Maybe it was genetic, their father being an equipment operator, but the boys ate up every move the track hoe was doing. By four, the hole was shaped. Johansen came by, asked for some adjustments, then pronounced it good. Looking at me, "Tomorrow we bring in sand, to cushion the pool. By Thursday, I should be able to set the pool in for the first fit."
"First fit? How many are there?"
"Hopefully one, usually several, I don't want any voids under it."
The boys went to bed early, they were exhausted once again. Bikes are good for my love life.
Madge and I took our lovely Jeannie into the den. Madge laid a comforter on the floor, I brought in wine. After only a few sips, Madge tugged Jeannie down, laying kisses over her lips and face. Soon she sat up, pulling her shirt off, then leaning forward, offering a nipple to Jeannie's waiting mouth. Lovingly, she extended her tongue, swiping across the hardening pink cone. Madge lowered herself, feeding more tit into her lover's grasp, moaning, "Jeannie, sweet Jeannie, love me..."
She swayed, moving tits across Jeannie's lips, teasing herself. When she'd had enough, Madge sat up, pulled her lovers blouse off, then tenderly began dancing her tongue from conical nipple to conical nipple, finally dropping to encompass a breast completely.
Jeannie gasped, held her breath, then exhaled with a swoosh. She pulled Madge up, kissing tenderly. They reached down, pushing shorts past knees, wiggling them the rest of the way. Fingers searching out labia. Lips upon lips, they stroked each other, drawing each higher. Pressing breast to breast, my two beauties brought the other to the brink, then eased back, to the brink once again, then over, in a tumbling climax that had them rolling side to side, fingers digging, searching for every moment of climax.
Slowly, they returned to the present, smiling over at me. They opened their arms, calling me to them, welcoming me with kisses. They pushed me onto my back, Jeannie licking and kissing my stomach, taking my cock into her mouth. Madge all over my face, kissing eyes, cheeks, kissing lips, moaning loving sounds into my mouth. She moved up, offering her tits to me, first one then the other. Very soon, her stomach slid past my lips giving me a chance to lay more kisses on her, licking her navel to bring a giggle. She lifted, straddling my shoulders, teasing my nose with the strawberry essence above me. She teased my lips, drawing her labia across them, until I closed over her. My tongue flicked out, seeking to part those delicious lips, drawing her juices, seeking more.
At my hips, Jeannie had drawn me fully into her mouth, hardening me as I have seldom been. I felt her release me, the cool air tingling my cock, then some shifting. Her legs pressed my hips, I felt a hand grasp my cock, the moisture of her slit surrounding my head. She lowered herself, causing me to moan into Madge's flowing cunt. In response, Madge ground onto my face.
If they were saying anything, I couldn't hear, as Madge's thighs were pressed against my ears. I didn't mind, I cared more about sucking every drop from her, even while Jeannie was trying to fuck everything from my cock. I held Madge by the hips, pulling her to my face. Jeannie was surging up and down, her velvet pussy clamping me. I felt my come rushing through me, jetting into Jeannie. She began quivering, forcing herself down, hard, onto my cock. My face was drowning in pussy juice and I didn't care. I licked everywhere my tongue could reach, directing her pussy with my hands on Madge's hips.
Slowly, the pressure eased on my face, Madge tilted over, virtually falling to her side. Jeannie, my beautiful Jeannie, stretched onto my chest, licking the juices from my face. She gave me a small smile, "I think I like your idea of 'important stuff'."
Wednesday afternoon I took the boys into town. We stopped at the General Store, where I bought ice cream cones. John came over to meet JD and Clark, shaking their hands. "Murph, you doin' alright?"
"Sure why?"
"Oh, you're just lookin' a little tuckered. You getting enough sleep with these guys around the house?"
"We're not keeping Josh awake, really!"
"Yeah, me and JD go to bed on time."
"Sundgren just lifted an eyebrow, "Maybe you just need vitamins. I have a big bottle of Supers behind the counter." And he was gone, laughing.
"Josh, what did he mean?"
"He's just bustin' my chops."
"What does that mean?"
"He's joking with me."
"Oh...why?"
"He thinks I look tired."
"Are you? Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I've just been working harder than I'm used to. Maybe I better get those vitamins."
"Momma Madge! Mr. Sundgren says Josh is tired!"
"Yeah, he said Josh was tuckered. Is that bad?
Madge looked over at me, "Tuckered?"
"That's what Sundgren said. I guess I am kinda spent. But it's ok, I got vitamins. See."
I put the large bottle on the counter with a thunk. She picked it up, started reading it then burst out laughing. "These are horse vitamins!"
"Yeah, John said if I was going to be put out to stud, I'd better take the right pills."
That night I had steak for dinner.
Thursday morning the spa arrived. For Brady's crew, this was the easiest stage. Being a self-contained unit, they just had to locate it, then check for level. The plumber and electrician would do the rest. Meantime, they began plotting out the retractable roof.
Over at the pool side, Johansen's crew awaited their delivery. This was more complicated; being an oversize load, it required plenty of maneuvering room at the site. Not to mention a crane.
The boys were taking all this in avidly. Madge was plenty busy, handing out coffee and cinnamon rolls to everyone. Hey, I even got one!
Johansen was overseeing this operation. The crane set up, then the truck carrying the pool backed into place. Slings were set, and the crane operator took his first pick. Now, these guys had done this a bunch of times, so they were within inches of perfect on balance. While Madge, the boys and I watched, the pool was picked, rotated, and lowered into place. Johansen's guys scrambled to guide it into the hole, then jumped in to spot it, aligning with the drain plumbing. They let it settle until some weight was off the slings, then lifted it back out. Johansen jumped into the hole, checking the imprint on wet sand. Some sand was placed at his direction, then he climbed out and the pool was set. Levels were broken out, everything checked, then rechecked. Finally Swede was satisfied, and a backhoe started pouring sand around the pool. The crew tamped it all around to about four inches from ground level.
The crane folded up, the truck departed, the crew took a long breather. Everyone being done for the day, I handed out beers, telling them they earned it.
Brady had hung around, watching the pool lift, so he just happened to be there for the beer. Plus, it was check time again. After finishing that, I asked what their work load looked like after Labor Day. Johansen was pretty booked into October, Brady had some openings in mid-September. Both were curious why I asked.
"Well, as you've seen, my family has grown. Plus, I've acquired a few in-laws. And they like coming up here. So I'm thinking I need more guest space. Now, I have a rough apartment in the barn, and it could be cleaned up, maybe insulated. It'd make a decent place for guests."
"Damn Murph, you're sure spending a lot around here."
"I know, some of this, like the spa, I'd been thinking on before. The pool, yeah, that's an addn. The apartment is just because I don't have enough bedrooms if everyone comes at once.
IF you're getting the impression things were busy around my place, you don't know the half of it. Along with the construction going on, Madge had me exercising and bike riding, we were meditating, plus we had the boys (Now officially known as The Dervishes) to look after. And that included on-line time with some math sites. Then there was our personal time, usually cuddling and making out. When Jeannie was home, Madge and I found time for her. Sometimes together, others separately. Oh, and don't forget all the chores around the place.
Madge now did most of the grocery shopping. Good for her, she met everyone in town. Bad for me, I didn't get into town as much. Plus she did most of the cooking and cleaning. Impressed? Damn right I was impressed.
Moving into August, things were busy, yet my new normal.
Friday, Madge met with the realtor in Buckley. They hit it off, but until Madge came up with a suitable car, no job was offered. Coming home, she wasn't sure if she should be happy or sad. I parked her in front of the computer, told her to start looking. Carl called, asked me to drop by, he needed some advice.
Carl was thinking about the new chair he had coming, and how he could start driving again. He was thinking a ramp up into his pickup, but I thought that'd take a twenty footer. "How about a lift gate?"
Once all that was worked out, we settled into a couple games of gin, and the usual gabbin'. "Murph, I gotta ask you somethin'."
"Sure, what is it?"
"If it's not my business, ok. How do you know you can trust those women? You're a lot older, maybe they're just takin' you."
"If I thought you were asking just too be snoopy, I'd tell you to go to hell. But I don't think that's it. Gyrene, you're worried about me!"
"Not me, Marie..."
"Bull, she'd ask if she were concerned. It's ok. Do I trust them? Yeah, and I'll tell you why. I believe most people are good. I'm willing to trust someone until they show me otherwise. So far, they haven't given me any reason to doubt them."
"And if you're wrong?"
"I'll have a lot of pleasant memories I wasn't going to have."
"You've thought this out?"
"Oh, yeah."
"What about your kids?"
"I do have to talk with them. Maybe I should get Jessie out here to collect the Mustang. Talk to her then."
"Naomi's?"
"Yeah, I promised it, now would be a good time."
Saturday morning I called the kid's, invited them up for Labor Day. I explained to Bob his mother's car was going to Denver with Jessie. That wasn't a surprise. I also told him there was more, but we'd talk about it when he got here. Talking to Jessie, I let her know she was taking the Mustang back. "Dad, are you sure? That's Mom's car."
"I promised her you'd get it when the time was right. I think now is the time. I've also invited Bob up, there are some things we need to talk about."
"Dad, are you all right? Are you sick? Losing the cabin? What's going on?"
"None of the above, Pumpkin, just a change in my life. Oh, can you still practice law in Washington?"
"Yes, is there something I should know?"
"All in good time, it may be something, it may be nothing. I'm pretty sure I'll know by the time you guys get here."
Sunday Madge found her car. Or rather, she found two. We sat at the computer going over her choices. "I can go two ways; number one is a Miata. This one is three years old, my research tells me the owner is asking a slightly high price, but he may come down on a fair offer."
"What about real estate, don't you need something to haul clients around?"
"No, most people do their own driving, they only want to see one or two houses at a time."
"Ok, what's number two?"
"This."
"A van? That's quite a changeup."
"I know, but there's good reason."
"Such as?"
"Well...in case you haven't noticed, The Dervishes call me Momma Madge. With Jeannie working, somebody has to run them around, and you can't always do it. And let's face it, they're not safe in the pickup like they would be in a van. Plus, there will be times all five of us go somewhere together."
"You'd rather have the van?"
"If it means I'm Momma Madge, yes."
"Ok, what do you know about the van?"
Monday I awoke to my lovelies kissing each other. What a beautiful sight. Weekends were tough, Jeannie was usually too tired to do much but eat and sleep. Monday was her catch up day. Usually she started with Madge, and while they 'Slept In', I took care of the boys.
Madge and I called on the van, arranged to see it. After breakfast we ran into Tacoma, hit the Credit Union for a certified check, then went looking; a two year old Freestar. Nice and clean, low miles, it had been a fleet vehicle. Even had maintenance records. The owner and I did the dicker bit, he felt he got his price, I came close enough to mine to be satisfied. Madge was happy, she got the van.
Back home, everyone admired the van, oohing and aahing over it's pristine condition and all the space. Jeannie pulled me aside, "Josh, I don't want you to take this wrong, but I don't want a different car. This one is mine, and I want to keep it."
"Is that all?"
"No. You've done a lot, and plan on doing more. But I don't want you, or me, feeling I'm staying with you for things, or to milk you, or anything like that."
"Has anyone suggested that? Me, or anyone else?"
"Josh Murphy! Listen to me! This is important to all of us! If I feel I'm just here for 'things', I'll leave. It won't be right. It won't be for love. And I don't want that. I want to stay. I want to be with you and Madge a very long time."
"Honey, neither you or Madge have given me any reason to think otherwise. She got clothes because she needed them, and practicality had her accepting without an argument. The same with the van. Do you know the main reason for the van? She's Momma Madge."
"Momma Madge?"
"You haven't heard that yet, have you? That's what the boys call her. It's very important to her."
"No. Wow, Momma Madge, huh?"
"Yeah. Now, when did you start worrying this was about things?"
"When you started telling us about cell phones and insurance and cars and everything you wanted to do."
"So, in other words, I just told, I didn't ask?"
"Pretty much."
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm too used to making decisions without asking. Can I...can we send your car to a shop for a thorough check up?"
"Yes, dear, if it'll make you feel better."
After lunch, the boys and I got started on the track. We paced it out, figuring turns, small jumps, straights. All told, this was coming in at roughly a quarter mile per lap. Once the basics were laid out, I brought the tractor and blade around, and we started creating. Throwing dirt must be inherent in boys, 'cause they hustled; helping me with the shaping. After an hour, they were pooped. Already the track was paying off.
While the boys napped, I found Jeannie lying on her stomach, on our bed. She was wearing a thin blouse and loose shorts, but her beautifully shaped ass, aimed toward the door, drew me in. Walking in quietly, I began laying kisses on her legs. The first generated a little squeak, but after that, lots of encouraging moans. Slipping hands under her shorts, I smoothed the skin of her lovely bottom. Soon, I folded to temptation. Pulling her shorts and panties off, I laid kisses all over those enticing globes, licked my way down the split between the cheeks, laved the rosebud I found. My hands lifted her hips, opening her to more attention." Josh, you do know how to turn me on. Don't stop now. Whatever you do, don't stop...noowww."
In the corner of my eye, there was movement. Glancing, Madge was just sitting in the chair, smiling. Since she wanted a show, I determined to give her one. Lifting Jeannie to her knees, my hands spreading her wondrous cheeks, I dove into her ass, gently biting each side, rubbing where I had just been, kissing the red marks I had left.
Madge moved closer, whispering words of encouragement, urging me to; "Love our Jeannie. " Show her how we love her. Josh, show her."
Show her I did. By now her pussy was dripping, she was moaning, and I was hard as could be. Tugging my shorts down, pressing my cock to her pussy, I teased her. Sliding just an inch or so in, then back, she was soon on the edge. Just has I rammed in, I pushed my thumb against her ass, then in as she came. I was right behind her, driving as hard as I could. We came together, Jeannie's pussy quivering against me. I slumped forward, kissing her shoulders and neck. Looking over my shoulder, Madge gave us a silent applause and slipped out the door. | Down by the Lake Ch. 07 | [
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Text: Amy peeled the wrapper open. Staring at the bright blue stick of gum, she went over what the shop owner had told her.
"It's just like the film, you'll get the full experience. Tomato soup, roast beef, and then some blueberry pie to finish it off. That's when the swelling will start."
He had to be joking, right? She must have just taken him too seriously, he was obviously just making a reference... But what if the gum really worked?
She had been pacing around her room for nearly half an hour. Amy carefully took the gum out of the wrapper and held it in her palm, slowly lifting it up to her mouth. She looked at herself in the mirror and popped it in.
"Here goes nothing..."
Almost instantly, she could taste the soup. She closed her eyes and smiled. This had to be the best tomato soup ever. The roast beef was up next, and just like the soup, it was even better than the real thing. She almost forgot about the blueberry pie that was coming.
But then it happened. Her mouth was filled with an incredible blueberry flavor. She sat down, completely overwhelmed with how good it was. She kept chewing, when she glanced down at her hand and noticed her fingertips. They were slowly turning a rich shade of violet. She began to feel a little dazed, and the color continued flowing up her arms. She turned to the mirror, just as the violet reached her face. Amy watched as the rest of her body became covered. She stood up, starting to become a little nervous.
Amy patted her flat stomach. Even though she had turned to the shade of a blueberry, she was relieved that she hadn't swelled up yet. She went up to the mirror to look at herself, still shocked that the gum had worked. And then she felt it.
Her stomach was beginning to softly rumble, and she knew her fate. Amy watched as her belly started to gradually push forward. She frantically tried to suck it in, but this only seemed to speed up the juice. She was starting to look pregnant, and her t-shirt was riding up over her swollen stomach.
Amy let out a sharp cry as she felt the juice in her breasts. They grew from a C, to double D's, to triple F's... Meanwhile, the rest of her body was filling up just as quickly. Her butt was pushing against the back of her jeans, threatening to rip them at any moment. Her shirt was stuck under her boobs, but her belly had grown huge, and was hanging far down over her legs.
She was too scared to look at herself like this in the mirror, but she realized that she wouldn't have been able to anyways. Her neck was slowly disappearing into her body, as she started to round out. Her arms shrunk into her sides, uselessly laying against her swelled hips. Her legs did the same, and she fell onto her back. Only now did she understand just how big she was. The amount of juice that she could feel sloshing around inside of her was much more than she could fit in her bathtub, but as she caught a quick glimpse of herself in the mirror, she knew that her expansion was far from over.
Amy was now a ball. A helpless ball, filled with blueberry juice, far too big and round to move. The remains of her clothes were scattered around her, a reminder of just how much she'd grown. All she could do was wait. Her body continued to fill with juice, bringing her closer and closer to the ceiling with each passing second. She felt her left hip brush against the wall. She hoped the swelling would stop before... before she... She didn't even want to think about it.
She was now inches away from hitting the ceiling. She closed her eyes, preparing for an explosion. But it never came. She opened them and blinked. Amy was now a giant blueberry, taking up her entire apartment. But she hadn't popped.
Minutes went past before she started to get annoyed. "Come on, gum... You turn me into this enormous blob, but you don't pop me?" She summoned all her strength in an attempt to move, but her massive body just shook the hundreds of gallons of juice inside her. Her annoyance quickly turned to fear as she realized that she was stuck like this until someone found her. She bit her lip, tasting blueberries.
A few hours of complete boredom later, Amy was close to tears. She figured it was probably quite late, and she knew that sleeping would help her pass the time. Her dreams were filled with blueberries, she couldn't get them out of her head. Morning came, and a thin ray of sunlight came from a window near a corner of the room that Amy's body hadn't completely covered. Amy slowly blinked, breathing heavily.
She was still massive, but some of the juice had leaked overnight. She was lying in a puddle of it. Amy smiled, and she shook her body again. The puddle grew larger. She felt the juice leaving her body, and tried to enjoy it. Once she got herself small enough to sit up, she carefully did, and she leaned against the wall to catch her breath. There was no doubt that she was enormous, but at least this was more manageable. She shifted her weight and felt the juice slosh around inside her massive body, but no more came out. That's when she heard it.
Her phone was lying a few feet away. She could see that she had cracked it and probably damaged the speakers when she had filled up the apartment, but it was still working. It rang again, softly beeping. With all her energy, Amy threw herself in the direction of it, and her body rolled sideways. Just as she hoped, her head landed on the screen, and answered the call.
"Ames, what's up?" This was Kate, one of her best friends. "I was thinking of coming over later, you got any plans?"
Amy's body had swallowed up her neck, but she managed to get out a few words. "Come. Now. Door locked. Break window. Need help."
"Oh my god, what happened? I'm on my way!" Kate hung up.
Amy was lucky that she lived on the ground floor. She closed her eyes, trying to get comfortable until her friend arrived.
Ten minutes later, she heard something thrown at the window behind her. Another object was thrown, this time breaking through. Kate climbed through the narrow opening.
"Amy, I don't know what to say..." She looked at her friend. "You're blue. And huge."
Amy was beyond embarrassed, but she knew how lucky she was to have someone with her. "Just help. Roll me up."
Kate walked behind, and placed her hands on Amy's body. She playfully poked her. "Whoa, you're filled with juice!"
"Not a joke. Help."
Kate poked her again. "It's not every day you find your friend as a blueberry. How'd it happen?"
"Gum. Bought a pack."
Kate walked across the room and picked up the pack of gum. "Oh, like in that movie? That's crazy it actually worked..."
"Just help me!" Amy was getting restless after nearly a day of being a giant blueberry.
"How?" Kate was focused on reading the label on the package of gum.
"I... I don't know..." Amy tried to empty herself of some more juice, but she couldn't get any more out.
"There's 11 more sticks in here! If you got this big from just one..." Kate took out another stick of gum.
Amy started to get nervous. "Please... Help me..."
Kate walked back over to Amy with the gum. "You're a blueberry. I've got no idea how to get all that juice out of you, and even if I did, you're blue. But I'm getting curious about something, and you're completely helpless."
Amy began to cry. Blue tears rolled down her face.
"Oh, come on. You did this to yourself." Kate started to unwrap the rest of the sticks. She squeezed all 11 of them together in her palm, creating a ball of blueberry gum. "I'd get you out of the apartment so you've got room to grow, but you're way too heavy for me to move." Amy clenched her teeth together, refusing to open her mouth. A small puddle of juice was beginning to form under her.
Kate poked her massive belly. "Ames, open up."
Amy was slowly managing to juice herself. Her arms were gradually becoming arms again. Kate was trying to get her mouth open, and she didn't notice as Amy reached out to grab it from her hands. "Hey!" Surprised, Kate stepped backwards, and stumbled. She fell onto the floor, nervously looking up at Amy's swollen, blue face.
Amy dropped the ball of gum into Kate's shocked, open mouth. Hitting the back of it, Kate gagged, and accidentally swallowed it. Her eyes widened as she slowly got to her feet.
"Amy... Maybe-maybe it won't work if I can't chew it?" Her hopes were crushed as she began to taste tomato soup. She struggled to imagine just how big she was going to become. "Serves you right." Amy leaned back, continuing to juice herself. She was now the size of an extremely obese woman, a significant change from the previous day. Kate was starting to freak out. The tomato soup changed to roast beef, and she quickly left Amy's apartment, slamming the door behind her. She needed to find somewhere to expand. Kate crossed the street, pushing through a group of pedestrians. The taste of blueberry pie filled her mouth, and she froze. She looked at her hands, and saw her fingers become violet. Kate began to run.
She didn't know where to go, but she was terrified. The color had reached her elbows now. Kate raced down the street in a panic. She saw her reflection in a shop window, and watched her neck turn blue, then her mouth, then her nose...
People started to notice her and pointed to each other. A small crowd was gathering around Kate, trapping her. The swelling happened much quicker this time than with Amy, since Kate had swallowed much more gum. Within seconds, she was looking pregnant. A few seconds later, she was rounding out. Kate took a few steps forward before her legs were sucked into her body. Her arms were sucked in as well, and the crowd began to back away. "Help me... Please... " Kate sobbed, understanding how Amy must have felt. She was now about as big as Amy was when she left the apartment, but growing rapidly.
A curious man walked up and poked her in the butt. "She's filling with juice!" The crowd muttered excitedly to each other, but Kate could hardly hear, since her ears were so squashed.
She was bigger than a car now. Cars had been forced to stop, and fascinated drivers got out and joined the crowd to watch. Kate quickly passed Amy's biggest size, and her swelling sped up. She was covering the street, her head becoming a tiny dot on her absolutely massive body. People were scrambling to get away from her, realizing what was going to happen. Amy had now gotten herself to a much more practical size, and she slowly got to her feet. She was still completely blue, and quite plump, but this would have to do. She threw on her biggest pair of leggings and a t-shirt that barely covered her belly, and she walked out of her apartment.
"Quick, run!" A man sprinted past her, and she looked up to see Kate, who had grown bigger than some of the buildings. The massive blob was still growing, and Amy almost felt bad. She started to walk towards Kate, who was sobbing uncontrollably. Kate couldn't see anything but her giant blue body, stretching out hundreds of feet in every direction.
Amy watched as Kate continued to swell, but she noticed it was slowing down. She stepped back every time Kate grew bigger, but she was starting to realize that the gum wouldn't allow her to pop just from expanding. Amy poked the blueberry. She knew that popping her would mean flooding the city, but could she leave her like this? The swelling continued to slow down, eventually finishing.
Kate blinked. She was indescribably huge. Amy stepped back to gaze at the blueberry in awe. She couldn't believe just how enormous her former friend had become.
Kate was beyond helpless in this state. She couldn't even wiggle her fingers, which were now sausage-like, and tiny at her sides. She took deep breaths, tasting and smelling blueberries with each one.
Amy was struggling to figure out what to do. She realized that she was the only one anywhere near the blueberry, and it's fate was in her hands. She also knew that popping it would cause all of the juice to burst out, and the force from millions of gallons of blueberry juice was not something that she wanted to face.
She turned around and began to walk away, when she heard the juice again. Maybe the gum couldn't prevent someone from popping if they had 11 pieces of it... Amy wasn't going to stick around to find out. She ran as fast as she could, slowed down by the remaining juice in her body, but determined to get out of range of the overfilled blueberry.
Kate heard the juice too, and knew what was about to happen. Her skin had been stretched to an incredible size, and it wasn't going to be able to hold all of the juice inside. She licked her lips, tasting delicious blueberries, and closed her eyes.
BOOM!
It took weeks for the city to recover from the flood. Amy hadn't been able to get any more juice out of her body, but she was thankful that she hadn't ended up like Kate. She was still completely blue, and a very large girl, but she was starting to get used to it. She was cleaning her apartment today, when she noticed the empty package of gum under a chair. She picked it up, and almost threw it away before feeling a final piece wedged at the bottom. "Kate must have not noticed this..." Amy held the last stick in her hand, and unpeeled it. She could smell the familiar scent of blueberries. It was nearly irresistible.
She tried to snap out of her trance. Amy thought about everything that had happened in the past few weeks, but the stick of gum was beyond tempting. And so she popped it in her mouth.
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*Comments and feedback are welcome this is my first try at a Pokémon story please let me know how I am doing. The locations are based on The Pokémon Platinum game. Let it be noted that bold and italicized text indicates telethapy is being used.
*DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Rights to Pokémon or any of its Affiliates. The Rights to Pokémon and All of its Affiliates are the property of Game Freak Inc.*
*Chapter 1: Pressing On*
(Max)
"Gardevior NOOOOO!" I jolted awake from my dreams soaked in sweat to see that Lucario my Pokémon partner was looking at me startled. "Sorry buddy I didn't meant to wake you up" I stretched my back and ran a shaky hand through my hair sighing.
" *You had the dream again didn't you?* " Inquired Mist my Lucario using telethapy.
"Yes, I still feel guilty about it. If I had not run into the battle she would still be here.* " I mumbled into Mist's shoulder as the bipedal canine hugged me tighter. " *Your Aura fluctuates a lot when you dream like that" I detected the note concern in his voice and said aloud "Sorry for scaring you." As I spoke, I gently rubbed the lobes on Mist's head and he closed his eyes enjoying it. "Could you let me go so I can get dressed? Then we will go train." I whispered and he blushed turning around and staring pointedly at the cave wall.
I snickered and quickly donned my clothes and clipped on my Pokedex and Pokeball belt. Mist's Pokeball was the only one clipped onto it. I checked my backpack, a few cans of food for Mist and myself, camping gear, a handful of potions and revives along with a few berries.I then turned on my Poketech and scanned Mist just to make sure he was healthy. The Poketech beeped telling me that he was fine. Then I turned on the map function to see where we would head next. I traced a finger down route 214 and figured that it was finally time to move on. I checked my collection of badges counting Coal, Forest, Cobble, and Fen I sighed with relief that they were all there but felt like I was drowning as I stared at the Cobble badge. I shook me head and then I tapped Lucario on the shoulder to let him know I was ready and we headed out of the cave. He walked along beside me silently while I desperately tried to shake off the memories of when Gardevior, my first Pokémon died.
*Flashback...*
*Location: Veilstone City*
It was just after my Gardevior had defeated Maylene and we exited the gym to celebrate I intended to head to a restaurant so I cut through a back alley. Both of my Pokemon were exhausted after the battle and were in their Pokeballs resting. When I started to turn the corner to reach the restaurant I was attacked by a rogue Joltik. It's trainer tried to stop it but apparently the small Pokemon did not have enough respect for its trainer to listen. It rushed me and Guardevior even in it's exhausted state emerged from the Pokeball to protect me. I shouted a warning but I was to late. The Joltik latched onto Guardevior and sucked out it's life force. Guardevior didn't struggle against the attempt but when I tried to pull the Joltik off her she backed away from me and shook her head. I yelled at her to get it off as it started to send bolt after bolt of electrical energy into her body. I Finally grabbed her and the electrical energy funneled into my body instead of her's. I growled and jumped back as the Joltik jumped off my Pokemon and fired Multiple Electro webs at her. I tried to tear the webs off but the shock knocked me on my butt. Then time slowed down as the Joltik fired it's next web at me. Guardevior reacted purely out of instinct and a black hole materialized in front of me swallowing the web. Then Guardevior slumped against the webs holding her up unmistakeably dead. Her Soul sucked into the black hole as I watched. I tried to dive after her but the hole collapsed in on itself leaving me to hold Guardevior's body and cry my eyes out. Soon after I had left the city as fast as I was able my heart felt like it was breaking and the crushing loss of my friend that I had raised from the start of my journey. I resolved to stay away from that city as long as I could but little did I know that someone else was watching me.
(Giritina)
A portal opened into my world and as I screamed with rage at the intrusion the portal closed and a white and green something floated towards me. It was Translucent in nature and when I fired a Shadow Ball at it the attack failed to harm it. It stopped at my eye level and spoke "Max" before fading into mist and dispersing. I started to wind my way through my world looking for this "Max"
I found no Max here but myself but briefly a window to the outside world flickered open and I saw a picture of a trainer. He was crying and holding the body of the phantom that had dared to enter my realm seconds before. His tears hit the sidewalk but even as small as they are they would have provided me with a gateway if I chose to take it. Instead I watched the scene in silence and when it faded I stayed where I was floating for hours afterwords. I knew the loneliness this human was going through I experienced it all my life. I kept an eye on him in passing weeks his tears providing me with many opportunities to study him. I admit that I was beginning to be intrigued by this human, so much that I think I would like to meet him if I could. In many of the windows I saw a blue Pokemon with him. This Pokemon had spikes on its wrists and chest and was about the same height as his trainer. I wondered about their relationship but I was more focused on the trainer than the Pokemon.
*Present*
Since that night, I never stayed in the city ever again. I do not know if the Joltik that caused my Gardevior to sacrifice herself for me is still alive and I do not want to know. I stay in the wilderness now with Lucario as my only company. Under the cover of night, we roam and under the light of the sun, we hide. It has been 2 months since my friend was murdered and not a day goes by that I do not miss her. My Poketech began to ring and I glanced at the Call ID to see who was calling. Seeing that the ID was blank, I huffed and silenced the ringer before pocketing the device.
When Mist looked at me questioningly, I shrugged and muttered "No ID." He nodded and I turned my gaze to the path. We were currently in East Sinnoh and the trees were losing their leaves in preparation for winter. I shivered a bit wishing I had grabbed my coat before we left the cave but shrugged it off.
"Is there a clearing or something nearby?" I asked my friend and he closed his eyes to focus his aura. When he opened them, he pointed to the right towards a dense bunch of trees and off the path. I nodded and gestured for him to lead the way. He put his paw in my hand so I would not get lost and started walking towards the clearing. I heard the occasional Starly stir in their sleep and watched an Illumise and a squad of Volbeat make their way across the sky. The Full moon lit the night occasionally be interrupted by a cloud or too. Overall, it was peaceful outside a nice contrast to my inner turmoil.
When we reached to clearing, I dropped my backpack and fished out our meditation blanket along with a few herbs that we could burn to help us relax. I set about making a fire and while I collected, the wood Mist dug out the pit for the fire. Once I thought, I had enough firewood I started to turn around only to see a crouching Houndour growling at me. I could have dropped the wood and ran but I did not want to pick it up again. *Let us see Houndour's attacks are Tackle, Bite, Leer, and finally Ember.* I thought to myself. One of the moves could paralyze me and one of them would burn me crisp, though I could avoid the physical attacks if I was quick enough.
My little growling friend did not give me a choice however as it's black and orange furred body started to tense faintly and as I dropped the wood and jumped backwards the passing fireball singed the top of my hair. I landed awkwardly and fell onto my butt grunting. The Houndour regarded me as if considering its next move. It used Leer and I felt my body temporarily seize up. I watched the Pokémon as I tried to get my frozen body to respond and fought the panic that was beginning to well up inside my throat. When I could move again I was hit with Ember head on a painful Burn making my right arm sizzle as I screamed loud in pain. When it seemed I had a semblance of control over my body I gave the little fur ball an angry glare.
I got into the stance that Mist had shown me from out last training session and faced my opponent letting my anger replaced by calm. I took a deep breath and when the Houndour lunged at me, with its canine teeth bared, I dodged out of the way and when it landed, I waited for its next move. My burnt right arm hung useless at my side while I waited.
(Mist)
*It sure is taking him awhile to get back with that firewood.* I thought to myself before closing my eyes and concentrating to sense out his aura. The forest was resolved into a world of darkness only lit by the blue of the trees as they flew past. My mind searched out further for his familiar presence and a flash of red across my eyes followed by an orange streak made me blanch. I opened my eyes and using a combination of scent and Aura I made my way to him and then hid in the shadows unsure if I should intervene or not.
He seemed to be quite calm now. He was almost relaxed as he kept his eyes on the Houndour. His stance was a bit out of form and his breathing a bit more labored than what I would have liked but other than that he was in the stance that I taught him. When Houndour tried to Bite him he effortlessly dodged and instead of attacking right back like I thought he would he just waited sizing up his opponent.
*He seems to have it under control.* Still even if he did have it under control, a human should never fight a Pokémon hand to hand. He was horribly outmatched and he knew it. When Houndour lunged at him, again I jumped in the way and used Close Combat my fist and legs moving in a blur as I hit the fur ball. I landed a final kick and a loud *CRACK!* Resounded through the forest and the Pokémon flew back into the dirt panting.
*You could capture it you know* I said in Max's mind and he shook his head. *I do not have any more Pokeballs with me Mist. Even If I could catch it, I would not it. It is scared to death we should just leave it* *be.* I nodded and formed an Aura Sphere in my palm and threw it down at the dirt making a huge plume of debris rise as it struck and exploded. I jumped backwards and grabbed my trainer to keep him safe as I nimbly dodged the falling debris. When we were safe I let him go and even though he was a little winded, he patted me on my head and said "Thanks for the save Mist."
I slapped him across the back, which made him stumble. "You're welcome" I sniggered and then ran off with him chasing after me. I laughed and jumped into the treetops leaping from branch to branch. "I'll get you for that Mist" I heard him yell from behind me. I sniggered and slowed down waiting for him. He passed underneath where I hid and I dropped down onto his shoulders making him fall into the dirt. I got up and offered a paw to him trying not to laugh. He took my paw and pulled himself up then shifted his weight and threw me over his shoulder. I angled my body in midair and managed to push off a tree trunk and land right beside him sticking out my tongue.
"Show off!" He muttered before starting to gather firewood again. I helped him this time and used a bit of my aura to coax the fire to light once we made it back to the original clearing. Things settled down after that with Max getting into a meditation pose after throwing a few herbs into the fire. I sat right beside him and listened to his heartbeat as he slowly relaxed. Watching my trainer I felt sorry for the pain he was feeling. I also admired how hard he was able to push himself. He has not seen civilization for two months and even though he has cut back on his own food intake, I know that he will need to get to a city soon to restock on supplies.
Soon after the *Event* as we referred to it in conversation, my trainer shut himself off to me. He was cordial with me and as kind, as usual, however I could tell something was wrong so one night as he slept I read his aura and fell into his dreams. I could not believe the magnitude of what had happened. While I realized that Gardevior was no longer with us, I believed him when he said that he released her. I confronted him about it and he broke down before my eyes. When he managed to sputter out the truth, I felt horrible for making him relive the memories.
From then on, he started to treat me better and responded to me well enough. When he expressed a desire to meditate, I was cautious at first but eventually started to teach him. He seemed to enjoy it. Only later did I realize that while he meditated he was battling his own inner hell. When I realized this, I started keeping a better eye on him. I did not need to worry thought because after every meditation he seemed slightly more like his old self than before.
Even from half way across our clearing, I could smell his burnt flesh. As he meditated, I made my way over and grabbed his burned arm and when he looked at me with reproach, I still held on. He bit his lip as my paws slowly made my way over his arm. My muzzle wrinkled in distaste while I let his arm drop. "You got broiled Max. You have to go to a city now to get your arm looked at." He sighed but accepted my point with a nod of his head.
"Let's start getting ready then." He grumbled and I grabbed his uninjured arm and tugged him to his feet. It did not take us long to return to Maniac Tunnel and grab our things after chasing away a few Zubat.
When Max leaned down to get his backpack, I took it before he could reach it. "You just need to worry about that arm. I will handle everything else." I told him leading the way to Veilstone City. He grumbled but nodded his assent and started walking down the mountain. When I saw two large boulders up ahead blocking the way, I used Aura Sphere to shatter them to bits.
Then after making it through the rubble, I supported my trainer down the mountain and past the Chimneys that provided air for the Underground. I stopped briefly to let my trainer rest and took the time to scan the Underground to see if I could detect anyone beneath us. I did manage to detect a few trainers but none of the auras was particularly strong. However, I did have to move Max out of the way when one of them surfaced exactly where he was standing seconds before.
Since I could tell that Max really did not want to talk to the new arrival I took his weight again while the trainer behind us shouted
"Hey Do you want to Battle?" we ignored him and a flash of red Light cut off our progress as a Charizard emerged from the red light. The dragon roared and a torrent of flame rushed from its snout.
(Max)
"Damn Asshole" I thought as Lucario propped me up on the wall and then turned to face the Charizard. *He is a Fire/Flying Type we had better be careful.* Mist said in my head. I nodded and thought " *Use Close Combat*!"
Mist ran forward just as the Pokémon unfurled its wings and took to the sky out of striking range. "Charizard use Fire Fang!" yelled the Trainer behind me. I snorted and thought," *Make *him eat an Aura Sphere*." * While sparks started to fly from Charizard's mouth Mist was forming a sphere and when Charizard swooped in close to deliver the attack Mist shoved the sphere into his mouth and then jumped back as an explosion kicked up dust.
When it cleared the dragon Pokémon was clearly in immense pain. "CHARIZARD! WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?!" He screamed at me running over to his partner. Clearly, the battle was finished and I pushed myself off the wall before replying
"Oh I don't know maybe because you decided to be macho and challenge a clearly injured trainer? You deserve what you got." I may have seemed cold but in truth, I was annoyed and my sharp tongue naturally took advantage of that.
I turned my back on him to check on Mist. "Everything OK Mist?" I asked him when I approached. He nodded but I still insisted on using one of our precious Potions on him. When I finished he huffed at me expelling a warm stream of air in my face making me laugh. I started slowly walking back down the road again after repacking my bag. Mist traveled beside me in a friendly silence leaving me to my thoughts.
"Do you think shoving an Aura Sphere down his throat was overkill?" Mist shook his head no.
"Considering the situation you did the best you could." he whispered and reached for my hand. the pads on his paw felt slightly rough against my skin but I didn't object. As we headed through the grass at the base of the mountain we almost fell into a concealed hole.
I marked the spot on my Marking map App on my Poketech before carefully maneuvering around it. Once It was behind us we proceed up the path to Veilstone City. | Total Trust Chapter One: Pressing On by CherryBlossomSystem | [
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The Emperor Xing smiled softly as he looked around at everyone enjoying themselves at the fair. It was good to see the smiles on the faces of the people of Han-Ma again. The war had ended exactly one year earlier and this fair was to commemorate the end of that war. Xing though felt heaviness in his breast not seeing a familiar face he had so hoped to see. Suddenly through the crowd he finally spotted him, the young arctic fox from Arca himself dressed in his regular dressings and a wearing his glasses, smiling and enjoying himself. "IAN!" screamed the young emperor in glee, "Glad you made it! Welcome to Ryo-Ma, capital of Han-Ma!" Ian looked over to the emperor and smiled softly, "Indeed, thank you for inviting me to the festivities Xing, everything here looks very colorful and the food!" he said gleefully. Xing nodded and chuckled, "Careful you don't drink too much... you'll end up in someone else's room!" He joked to Ian, "Let me show you around here!" After seeing the many sites and scenes within the capital Ian and Xing gently smiled as they watched other furs who dressed as a lung, an ancient dragon from Han-Ma lore, they saw many magic acts and wondrous scenes. Suddenly, the two came upon a young female fox that was sitting quietly in a fortuneteller's booth, dressed in fine silk and wearing a bandana over her head. "My lord Xing... might I tell you your future, as well as your friend? It's on the house..." she said smirking at the two. Ian stopped and looked to Xing, smiling gently. "A fortune, perhaps we should try it?" he asked. Xing looked wearily, "I'm not sure, some people would be here to scam us... but since it's on the house, what's to lose?" The vixen smiled and looked into her crystal ball and smiled. "My this is strange... I don't see a fortune... instead... I see... I see... a past..." she said slightly startled. Xing looked to the ball and then up to her, "Who's past?" she looked up to him and smirked, "Both of yours..." Inside of the crystal ball, the three of them saw a handsome young gray fox upon a horse, trotting along softly, the young man had his head fur tied back in a long pony tail dressed in finely polished armor and a pair of glasses marching along the dirt road gently. His gaze was laid upon a gentle young soul on the side of the road attempting to pick up his load. He was dressed in peasant's clothing that was tattered and torn all over, wearing with red pants and a white shirt, his flowing brown hair seemed out of place on a red fox such as himself, but it somehow made him more attractive. The young gray fox pulled the reins of his horse gently and dismounted, aiding the young peasant in his menial task. "Oye thank ye sir for helping me..." the young man began to say as he looked up to the young fox. When he saw who was aiding him, the peasant averted his eyes to the ground in utter shame as he realized whom it was, "Milord... Myer Brande... son of the High Duke Jules Brande... I... I apologize, I didn't realize it was you milord..." he began ranting, bowing profusely to his higher up. Myer merely stood there and smiled gently, "Arise peasant, you've no worries... I'm not one to pull my rank around here... what is your name sir?" he asked politely. The fox's lips quivered with fear, quickly answering, "Fiehrick sir... Miles Fiehrick, I run the orchard not too far from here... I'm sorry if I have offended you sir!" he said. Myer slowly took young Miles' paw and smiled softly, "Relax young one... I'm not going to harm you..." he said as he gently aided him to his feet. The young duke smiled as he ran his paw gently found his way to the fox's cheek gently and smiled, "You've no worries to offend me dear sir... I merely was trying to help you out..." Miles softly nodded as he returned to picking up the apples. Myer smiled as he aided him and looked to him as they finished, "Might I ask where you are headed good sir?" Miles looked down, obviously out of place talking to the future duke, " I was heading to my good friend's house, she was ill and I wanted to bring her some of my fruit to help her feel better." He said softly. The young duke smiled as he hopped upon his horse, "May I offer you a lift?" he asked softly as he smiled gently. Miles looked to him surprised, "N... No milord... I couldn't take a ride from royalty... would that not..." Myer shook his head gently and offered his hand, "I care not what others think, I wish to help... but I expect nothing in return..." he said softly, smiling. Miles looked up to him, "But I cannot do this for free sir... I'd be taking advantage of you Duke Brande... How about I treat you to a dinner tonight... after this errand is finished." Myer smiled gently and nodded, "That will be fine..." After some time when the chore was done, Myer and Miles dined on a fine dinner comprised of spiced meat, bread, potatoes and a fine cider from Miles' own Orchard. After dinner, Miles began cleaning off the plates as Myer watched on with utter interest, now out of the heavy armor and wearing a tabard and royal clothing. "Tell me Miles, how has your life been as an orchard owner?" Myer asked idly looking around the simple house. Miles smiled, now more comfortable and confident around his master, "It's a living, I make enough to live off of without worrying about going under any time soon, it's a great life I must say actually," He said softly as he began replacing the dishes into the cabinets, "though I do wish there was someone to share this life with..." Myer suddenly looked back to him and smiled softly, "So there's no Mrs. Fiehrick?" he asked. Miles shook his head, "I would think not... you see... I find... more pleasure spending my time with Men, that is if I made any sense," He said humbly. This peaked Myer's interest as he gently walked over to Miles and smiled gently, "What if you'd find this... man you're looking to share your life with?" he asked. Miles blushed at the question as he looked down, "Well I would forever cherish him... and he would always come before me... I would hold him and love him for the rest of my life... even into the after life I would love him." He said softly. Myer then gently wrapped his arms around Miles softly and smiled, "Really? Like this?" he said gently as he pulled the young fox close. Miles yelped slightly as Myer pulled him into an embrace and blushed even more, "But... but milord! Are you not scheduled to be married?" Miles said warily. Myer looked to him, slightly frowning, "To a worthless biddy that would yak my ear off? No thanks... besides... I too prefer men... Miles... I want to get away from the Dukedom... I'm no royal member... I wasn't cut out for that kind of life..." he said softly. Miles quivered gently, practically melting into the young gray fox's arms as he listened, "S... Sir Myer..." he began, only to be silenced as Myer turned the younger fox around and gave him a gentle kiss to his muzzle. Miles' eyes shot open at the duke's actions but he soon eased into the embrace, feeling so close to the gray fox. When they parted gently, Miles looked to Myer and smiled softly, "S... Sir Myer... I... with your permission... I'd... I'd like to make love... with you..." Myer smiled gently and began to undress the young fox before him, starting with his white button up shirt as he smiled, "Permission... granted..." Miles sighed gently as Myer slowly stripped him of his shirt slowly and lovingly as the two shared another embrace of muzzles as Mile's hands idly began taking off the duke's tabard slowly. As the two slowly made their way up to Mile's room, the heat between the two seemed unbearable, as the two quickly ridded themselves of their pants. The young duke looked to Miles and smiled politely, "I'll need your help first before I can slide in..." he sad gently, rubbing his shoulders. Miles understood what he was asking and gently lowered to his knees, giving his master gentle licks to his bulging sheath until that solid ebon member finally slides out, greeting the young fox's eager licking. Myer moaned gently as his love gently began licking the tip of his shaft gently, rubbing the back of the young red fox's head softly, enjoying the licks and suddenly was taken by surprise as the fox suddenly began deep throating him. Myer reared his head back in utter pleasure, he had never felt such desires, such forbidden fruits from another man before in which he desired for so long. After a few more moments, the young gray fox stooped his lover and looked down, murring softly, "It is time honey..." he said softly. Miles nodded in agreement and gently laid down on the bed, looking back to his lover for the night as Myer crawled over to him, spooning him as he guided his own member into the red fox's tail hole gently and lovingly. "ooooohhhhhh" moaned Miles gently as he felt that ebon shaft slowly slide into his bowels, "M... Master Brande... you're... you're so big... but gentle... I..." he began. Myer hushed his love softly and smiled as he gently thrusts into his mate lovingly and kissing the side of his neck, Myer could tell that Miles was burning in the passion of the moment, groaning and loving every moment of their closeness. Myer couldn't help but touch every inch of the young fox's body, everything about him was beautiful, even his member was beautiful as he gently began stroking it with a free hand. "ooooohhhhhhh Myer..." Miles moaned again, feeling that member slide in and out gently, "knot me Myer... I want to be your mate forever and always!" he said aloud to him. Myer smiled at this as he continued sliding in and out of his lover's tail hole when suddenly he thrusts one more time, shoving his knot into the young red fox's hole and groaning loudly as he climaxed. Miles reared his head back onto Myer's shoulder as he felt that knot tie the two together for the moment as he too felt himself knot up and climax all over his bed. After the two calmed down, Miles nuzzled Myer gently as the two spooned and wondered in the afterglow of the moment. "Miles..." began Myer softly, "I don't ever want to go back... I want to stay here forever, with you." Miles turned his head so he could catch Myer out of the corner of his eye, smiling gently, "Myer... I wouldn't have it any other way." Seven years pass and the two were wedded after their first year of living together. Myer never returned home and had gotten used to peasant life on the Fiherick orchard. Meanwhile, Jules Brande, Myer's father, was worried of his son's demise, and had been searching the world over for him. It would take a long seven years to finally find word of his son, but in the worst possible way. He came upon the orchard just as Miles and Myer were preparing to be off to market, selling the fruits they had harvested from the orchard. It wasn't that he found his son working along side a peasant, but when he saw the glimmer of wedding bands on both of their fingers, that drove him over the edge. The High Duke then drew his sword and dismounted from his white steed as he quickly walked over to the two. Just as Myer had began driving the horse and buggy away, Jules raised his sword and sliced through Mile's flesh, driving the blade directly through his heart. Myer looked behind him to see Miles fall to the ground as he stopped the horse and buggy and ran to his side, "MILES!!" he screamed as he picked up the young fox's head. "M... Myer... I... I'm sorry my love..." he said as he closed his eyes gently, forever seeing the darkness of nothingness. Myer looked at his now dead lover and looked up to his father with seething hatred and anger none that he knew before. "FATHER!!" he screamed aloud, "Why did you do this?! Why do you dare stand to see me in this state after killing the man I love?!?!?!" Jules looked to his son with disdain as he replaced his sword, "No son of mine is going to denounce his heritage and live as a peasant!" Myer's heart was filled with rage as he gently pulled out his own sword and charged at his own father "YOU'RE A MONSTER!" he screamed as he went for an attack, only to find a sword to be buried deep within his chest. Jules sneered angrily as he then shoved the blade deep into his son's chest, growling loudly, "From this day forward... I have no son!" and then he pulled his blade from Myer's chest, falling to the ground in agony. The Duke then looked over to a pair of twin kits over by the house, watching on with a look of bewilderment. Jules sighed heavily and looked to the Kits, gently picking them both up in his arms, taking them with him to the castle, and before leaving, as an after thought, the still alive Myer would see his own father hacking off the hand in which held the wedding band, causing Myer to scream in pain. As Jules left, Myer dragged himself over to his dead lover and held him close, panting heavily as tears gently flowed over his cheeks. "I... I'm sorry my love... I... I couldn't avenge you... I was too weak... to protect you." Myer then gave a gentle kiss to the young red fox's lips and gently faded into nothingness. It had seemed like eternity, but finally Myer slowly awakened to find himself in a graveyard, slowly sitting up and looking around, "W... Where am I?" he said to himself. Suddenly, he heard footsteps from behind him and as he turned around, a wolven figure stood before him, with the scythe on his shoulder, Myer immediately recognized who it was. "C... Crescent Moon!! That... that must mean that I'm..." Myer stuttered. "Dead?" Crescent Moon finished for him and looked down to him, "Yes... yes you're dead Myer Brande. I'm here to lead you to your ultimate goal... whether it is here, or in the hellish pits of despair, or back on the planet... to find out you must follow me." He said calmly as he walked in a general direction. Myer nodded softly as he stood up and walked along the path with him. It had felt like days, but they finally arrived to Ellysa's palace. Ellysa had Myer tell her the story of his life, of how in life he was a righteous man who would help the needy and give to the poor when necessary, about the consequences of leaving his father and his title and the death of him and his mate. Ellysa nodded softly and looked to him and smiled, "Though your end was truly a tragic one Myer, you're welcome to stay on the Ellysian Isle if you desire... but no this, once you stay here... you may never return to your world." Myer looked at her, still sobbing from telling the gory details of his and his mate's death, "I want to be re-united with my mate... my lover Miles Fiherick..." he said softly. Ellysa nodded softly and looked to him, "You're mate is already en-route to the world again... if you wish to see him again, I can have you reincarnated..." Myer looked to her and smiled, tears still streaming down his cheek, "You... You could?!?!" he said. Ellysa nodded and gently began touching his cheek, "Since you died so horribly, I will grant you a gift... the gift not many receive... in the next life your fur will be snow white, you will have astral projection, and the ability to heal those who are wounded. You will be a Soul Fox..." and with that, Myer felt a sudden pull from behind him as his soul was suddenly pulled back towards the earth. It would take a few years but Myer's soul returned to earth in the form of a baby crying to a pair of brewmeisters in Arca. "It's a Boy!" said the father gleefully as he picked up the young snow fox kit into his arms smiling. The mother slowly held her arms out as the father gently gave the kit to her, she smiled gently and looked to her lover, "He's so tiny... and adorable..." she said softly. The father smiled and looked to her, "So, Isolde, what do you want to call him the seventh child of your litter?" The young mother smiled and looked to the father, "You know Liam... I've always loved the name... Ian... Ian Rainhardt." The father nodded softly and smiled, "Ian... wonderful name love." Meanwhile, four years later on the other side of the world, Miles' soul was sent to the land of Han-Ma as a young kit over there. His mother held him tightly in her arms, smiling as he gently suckled on her breast for nurishment. Suddenly, the emperor comes rushing in and smiled, "Mina?! Mina You have given birth?! When I heard from the other side of Han-Ma I rushed over here..." She smiled gently and looked down to him, "Yes My dear Lou, I've named him Prince Xing, the first of hopefully many children to come." The father smiled brightly at the young one as he fell asleep in his mother's arms, "Something tells me this lad will have a wonderous future ahead of him..." Ian and Xing stood looking at the crystal ball, wondering if what they had seen was true. Xing looked up and began to speak, "Oracle... is this vision..." but before he could finish, she was already gone. Ian looked to Xing and shivered a bit, "That was a little weird, but it would explain many unanswered questions between the two of us..." Xing nodded softly and looked up, realizing it was getting late, "We should return to our rooms... it is getting late, do you have a place to stay Ian?" Ian shook his head softly, "Unfortunately I cannot read your home language, I only know the language of Arca." He said blushing softly. Xing nodded softly and smiled, "No worries, you can come back to the palace with me... I'm sure Lady Sun wouldn't mind it..." with that, the two began walking back towards the palace. Ian suddenly stopped and looked to the crystal ball, blinking a bit, seeming very familiar, as if he heard of a story of a fox woman who had the power to see the past lives of ever being. Ian shook his head, dismissing it as a fantasy and began walking back to the palace, but from the shadows, stood the oracle as she smiled, watching the two leave. "Believe it or not Xing and Ian," she began, "But this is all true... and Myer and Miles were destined to live together in harmony... know this you two, you both will be each other's rock when being taken in by the storm." And with that she vanished back into the shadow, from whence she came, leaving unanswered questions of her true identity and mission. | Remnants of Love and Hope by Doctor Otter | [
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*Summary: Sometimes my job has definite perks.
Note: 1) Please remember that unprotected sex can be very dangerous. Only engage in it without protection if you know and trust your lover or if you like things like Russian Roulette. Remember this is a work of fantasy, not reality.
2) This story involves graphic sex between 2 men. If this kind of thing offends you, you're in the wrong place to begin with.*
Many of you are aware of bellhops as those characters in movies that respond when a bell is rung at the front desk of a major hotel. And that's not too far off from the truth. But, beyond taking luggage up to a room or out to a cab, we have many other duties to perform. Some might even surprise you.
I work for a large downtown hotel. I've been a bellhop for several years since I was downsized out of my previous job. But, while the pay isn't that great, the tips can be quite sizable. And the stress is far lower. For a young single guy, it's just about the perfect job.
Even the uniform is kind of cool looking. Ours are dark blue tunics with white slacks. Gold buttons and white gloves. No hats too. (Those little pillboxes always irritated me in movies.) And my slightly long blonde hair contrasts with the uniform nicely.
Also, I've been told I fill out the uniform quite well too.
My hours are good. I work from 10 AM to 7 PM most of the time with two days off during the week. My meals are from the kitchen that serves the main dining room so I eat well but I get a lot of exercise both during and before work. (I get to use the hotel's gym and sauna before it opens to the public.) And I can get discounts on travel from the agency in our lobby.
So, all in all, I may take home a bit less than I used to, I also get to eat better than before and I don't have to pay fees to any gym.
And I owe it all to my old college roommate, Bob. He studied hotel management in school and is now the head concierge at the hotel. He knew I was having trouble landing a new job and suggested I try this for a while. That was over three years ago.
And I thank him just about every day.
One day, while I was in the process of thanking Bob for helping me out, he pulled my face off his cock to give me a tip. (Did I mention that he and I were lovers while we were roomies?) Seems the rich scion of one of America's more prominent families was coming to stay and Bob thought I could help out.
"You're the best worker I have. And you're totally dedicated to any task at hand. Or mouth," Bob said with a wink.
I smiled back, "Sounds great. Let me know where and when." Then I took his hardness in my mouth again.
Bob isn't too big, about average, but he has tremendous staying power. And, since I love a cock in my mouth more than just about anything else, that's perfect for me.
Nibbling lightly on the spongy head, I sucked in just the mushroom cap. I stuck my tongue into the slit and tasted his salty precum. Then I licked down the smooth shaft until my nose was tickled by his pubic hair.
Tracing back up the other side, I ran my tongue along the underside of the head until I reached the slit again. Teasing that for a few more seconds, I decided to expand my coverage. I pulled his pants further down and went after his balls.
Bob has nicely furry nuts. They tickle my tongue when I lick them and fell like velvet in my mouth. I can easily get both of his balls in my mouth to suck and lick them.
This time, I took turns with each one. I licked his scrotum thoroughly then sucked in the left nut to tease the tight skin over it. Then I moved over and sucked in the right testicle. Naturally, after that, I took both in my mouth.
After taking off my gloves, I used the fingers of my left hand to play with Bob's ass. I ran the tip of my finger around the tight hole then, taking a brief break from sucking his balls, I wet two of my fingers and slid one into him.
Bob's groan told me he was close. I'd been playing with him for nearly a half hour, after all.
I moved my mouth back up and took him into me, sucking hard. As I tongued the shaft in my mouth and rubbed the head against the back of my throat, I shoved the second finger into him and touched his prostate.
His body arcing off the chair, Bob came and came. It seemed like gallons of his milky-white cum flowed down my throat. But being so used to his orgasms, I happily swallowed his load.
Finally, he collapsed back into his desk chair, sighed and pulled my up to sit on his lap. I could feel his still-hard cock pressing against my thigh through my uniform pants as he turned my face to kiss me.
Bob loved to taste himself but only on or in someone else. He always reamed me after fucking me and we always kiss after blowjobs. This was one of his special, tongue swabs of my entire mouth.
After he got all the traces of his cum he could find, we just sat there slowly kissing and relaxing.
Finally, I had to get up. As I stood, I saw a smear of cum on my pants leg. Bob saw it too and swooped down on it, licking and sucking the material. When he finished, there was a larger wet spot on my thigh. It's a good thing I can get my uniforms dry-cleaned through the hotel.
Bob stood to fix his pants and said, "He'll be here day after tomorrow. I'll be sure to have you around then."
Giving my ex-lover another quick kiss, I said, "Thank you."
"My pleasure," Bob said.
Then I left his private office to head for the small locker room. Fortunately no one saw me with a large stain on my pants leg.
I was looking forward to our upcoming guest. I had heard that he was quite generous when it came to gratuities.
And I have to admit that it would be something to brag about to friends later.
As it turned out, I had a longer wait than two days. Our guest decided it was time to visit old friends in Aspen or one of those western ski havens.
However, it was not a total loss, his personal assistant, Steve Cooper, came ahead to look things over. Bob acted as his host and told our guest if he needed anything to ask for Bob or myself and we would see to it.
Steve Cooper was a young man, about our age, so in his late 20s. He seemed, under the tailored suit, to have a pretty nice body. He had a pleasant smile, dark brown eyes and short, light brown hair. He seemed like a pretty likable guy.
A few hours after his arrival, Bob called me to the front desk. "Mike, I need you to go to Mr. Cooper's room and make sure everything is okay. Just a pleasant little check. I'd go but I have to meet with the catering staff. If there's any problem, page me."
"Okay Bob."
"If he needs anything, anything at all, I want you to take care of it. Okay?"
I headed up to the suite Mr Cooper was staying in. It had a front room with a view of the park, a bedroom to the left and a large bathroom to the right. There was a small wetbar and all the amenities you'd expect in such a hotel, including an entertainment center with a VCR, a DVD player and a large screen television.
And, by the way, it was a dump compared to the suite of rooms his boss would be occupying on his visit. If only I could live in such a 'dump'.
I knocked lightly on the door and heard a muffled, "Just a minute..."
After over a minute, the door opened and I saw our guest in one of the hotel's terrycloth robes. He looked like he'd taken a shower recently. And he smelled clean but I detected a trace of...
"Yes?" His question directed me back to the reason for my visit.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you. But Bob, Uh, Mr. Reynolds, asked me to see if everything is satisfactory. Can I get you anything? Or do anything for you?" I knew what I'd like to do for, and to him.
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but could you take a look at the bedroom phone? Maybe I'm doing something wrong..."
I smiled and nodded. He showed me into the bedroom and I checked out the connections. I don't know what the problem was but, when I lifted the receiver, the phone was dead.
"I'll get housekeeping right on it," I promised.
"No rush. The living room one should work."
"Okay, but I will get it looked at. Can't have telephone problems in the city's premier hotel." We walked out into the main room and I noticed the entertainment center was open and in use. From the blank TV screen, I could see that the VCR, or the DVD, was engaged but off.
I went ahead and lifted the receiver of the main room's phone and it was dead too. 'Seems like the line to the suite might be down,' I thought. I didn't voice this as it might be bad for the hotel's image, especially to such an influential guest. Instead I blamed the phone company and said I'd get right on it. Then I turned to the door.
"If there's anything else you need Mr. Cooper, please feel free to ask for me. My name's Mike. Mike Bowman."
"Please, call me Steve," he said as he stuck out his hand. I grasped it, feeling a firm grip but gentle too. "You know, there is one thing. I'd like to order some room service but.." He gestured towards the useless phone.
"My pleasure. What would you like? I'll bring it right up."
He gave me a quick order for a club sandwich. I nodded and left with a quick "Be right back!"
As it turned out, my blaming the phone company was a lucky guess. The lines in Midtown were down due to some problem at a switching center.
I went directly to the kitchen and gave Gretchen, the day chef, our guest's order and told her to let me know when it was ready. She understood the desire to give the white-glove treatment to certain guests.
Finally, nearly twenty minutes later, she brought a tray out to me in the lobby. Thanking her, I headed up in the elevator.
As I neared his door, I heard voices and saw the door was slightly ajar. I realized I hadn't heard it click shut behind me when I left. I hoped he wouldn't be too upset.
I listened to the voices, not wanting to interrupt anything important but trying not to eavesdrop at the same time. One thing I couldn't ignore was the statement, "I want to suck your cock now!"
I was about to leave the tray outside the door, close it quietly and knock then leave. As I reached for the doorknob, I glanced into the suite. What I saw was not at all what I expected.
Steve was on the couch, and while I couldn't be sure, I thought his robe was lying open. But, instead of seeing part of someone's head, I saw his arm moving. Then I glanced up and saw the TV was on.
And boy, was it on! There on the oversized screen was a scene of a young blonde guy going to town on a large, throbbing cock!
Steve was watching porn. And not just any porn but gay porn!
Something inside of me urged me into the room. Quietly closing the door, I came up behind him and saw the robe was open and he was pumping his own dick slowly as he watched the boy sucking the man's dick on the television.
There is often a sixth sense in a good bellhop that knows when and what a guest needs. This was one of those times. I placed my hands on Steve's shoulders as I said, "Can I be of service?"
He jumped then scrambled out from under my hands. Pulling the robe around him quickly, he stood in front of the TV red-faced and trembling.
"I... It's not... Please don't say..."
I looked at Steve and smiled. "I meant what I said earlier about anything you need. And I do mean anything."
I glanced down at his crotch. He was unsuccessful in covering his hardness when he whipped the robe on. And the man on the TV was really moaning as sucking sounds could also be heard.
Before he could say or do anything more, I stepped around the couch and led him back. "Please, just relax."
I knelt between his legs as I pulled the robe open. He had a great body, lightly muscled and practically hairless. The skin was smooth and pink until my eyes got to his crotch. There was a nice little bush of pubic hair, slightly darker than the hair on his head. Standing proudly out from his nest of fur was a nicely hard cock.
His cock was lovely. It was seven or eight inches long and about four inches or so around. The shaft was lightly veined and smooth, the head was moist and absolutely lovely.
I wrapped a gloved hand around it and stroked it gently. With my other hand, also gloved, I stroked the flat skin of his stomach up to his muscled chest. Steve closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the sensation of a cottony touch. I know I do.
I bent over and took him in my mouth. I laved the head and tasted his precum as I licked his slit, one thing I love to do. Then I proceeded to move up and down his shaft, my tongue in constant contact with his heated flesh.
After bobbing on his dick for a few minutes, I moved on to his balls. They were shaved and smooth. What a delight! I suckled them for several minutes before moving back up to take his cock into my mouth again. Still wearing my cotton gloves, I cupped his balls gently in my hands, tickling and caressing them.
After bobbing up and down a couple of times, I started to lick it like a lollipop. I took long, slow swipes up from the base to the head then swabbed down the other side of his shaft.
One hand slipped to the back of my head caressingly, fingers running lightly through my blonde curls. It brought a wonderful frisson of pleasure to my body and made my already-hard dick even harder.
I felt Steve's cock twitch and his ballsac tighten. He was about to go so I quickly took him back into my mouth.
He fired blast after blast of hot spunk into my throat. Somehow I managed to swallow it all. It was delicious.
After Steve came, I gently licked his dick clean then released it from my mouth. As I stood up, I said, "If I can be of service again..."
Steve stood and touched my cheek tenderly. His other hand rested on my flat stomach, I could feel his heat through my tunic. "Do you have to go?"
Before I could answer, he kissed me. It was a long, deep lover's kiss that thrilled me to my toes.
My hands slid under his open robe to caress his back as our tongues danced together. His hands moved around me too. The hand that had touched my cheek now held the back of my head gently and his other rested in the small of my back.
He pulled back from the kiss, shrugged off the robe to stand there in his glorious nudity, and asked, "So do you? Or can I convince you to stay?"
I enjoyed his argument and, as I was about to regretfully tell him no, I remembered Bob telling me to take care of our guest. Smiling, I pulled Steve to me and resumed our kiss.
Several long minutes later, he sat me down on the couch. Straddling my lap, his dick now recovered and standing proudly again, he sat facing me and leaned in. He licked my ear then nibbled the love, his teeth clicking on the simple gold stud there. Then he whispered, "You have too many clothes on..."
He began to lick my lips and then the insides of my mouth as he worked at opening my tunic. Once the buttons were open, his strong, soft hands slid inside to caress my chest. (In the summer, I rarely wear anything under my jacket.)
Pulling back, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "I'm glad I convinced you to stick around."
I wrapped my hand around his renewed erection and said, "Oh yeah, you really had to twist my arm..."
I took a moment to pull off my gloves. When Steve started to protest, I explained the difficulty of removing cum stains from the material. He laughed and slipped to the floor to help me off with my shoes and socks. Then he gently massaged my feet until they were like butter. After that he turned his attention to the waistband of my white pants.
Looking at the tightness in the crotch, he giggled, "Is that for me?"
I lifted my ass as he pulled my pants down my hips. Unlike my upper body, I was wearing briefs under my pants. But they were doing a bad job of containing the rage beast between my legs.
Steve tossed my pants aside and ran his hands up from my feet to my thighs. His touch was sensuous and exciting while still being gentle. He leaned down and kissed my hardn through my cotton jockeys. It twitched in response. When he ran his tongue along the cloth-covered length of me, it throbbed.
"Oh, I think someone wants to come out and play," Steve teased. Leaning up, he kissed me quickly before he resumed stripping me.
Normally I don't care for cutesy playful talk during sex but with Steve it was different. It added something to our activities.
Once I was as naked as Steve, he wrapped his lips around my stiffness. His tongue played with the head of my cock then fluttered down the length of my shaft. His hand held me upright while the other played with my balls.
I groaned loudly as he played with and love my cock. Much more of this and I would've shot into his mouth then and there.
Which was exactly what Steve wanted. He pulled off for a moment and asked, "You're close, aren't you?"
When I nodded, he dove back down on me, practically swallowing my cock. That magic tongue of his went to work as he gently pulled on my scrotum. In seconds, I yelled, "SSSSTEEEEVVVVVEEEE!"
After that, the next thing I knew was Steve sitting next to me on the couch, holding me. When I opened my eyes, I smiled at him and kissed him.
"Thank you. You are incredible."
"So are you," he said. Then he kissed me, a long, wet, exciting kiss.
After the kiss, we sat there watching the porn still playing on the TV. Occasionally I would shoot a glance at his dick or Steve would eye mine to see if we were recovered yet.
Finally, Steve clicked off the TV, stood and held out his hand. "Join me in the shower?"
I merely nodded and let him help me to my feet. A task I rewarded by kissing him.
"Lead on, " I said after untangling my tongue from Steve's.
And what a lovely sight it was to see his tight ass in front of me as we headed through the bedroom into the bathroom. I glanced at the whirlpool tub, thinking of the fun we could have there as he went to the shower. My attention was caught by Steve again as I watched him stretch a bit to turn on the shower.
What a beautiful body!
Steve steeped under the water and beckoned me to join him. We embraced under the warm, streaming water; the feel of his hard body against mine was deliciously erotic. Our still recovering cocks brushed each other and hardened some more.
Kissing gently under the shower head, we caressed each other's wet bodies for several minutes. Then it was time to lather up...
Taking the soap, I took my time rubbing every part of Steve I could as I built up a lathery foam on his torso. I paid particular attention to his groin and ass, which he seemed to appreciate, if his groans meant anything.
As I washed the suds off Steve, he took the soap and started to rub it all over me. Soon, it was my turn to moan as he gently cleaned my body, especially the aforementioned pleasure spots. When a finger slipped into me, my moan became a loud groan of pleasure.
"Looks like someone likes having their ass played with," Steve joked. I kissed him by way of saying yes.
Now, I'm not a top or a bottom. I enjoy both giving and taking a hard cock in the ass. Bob was a bottom, except when it came to my blowjobs, and I was currently between anything like a steady lover so no one had really touched me there for a while. When Steve fingered me, it was (I hoped) a promise of bigger, and better, things to come.
When I asked him if he planned to fuck me, he smiled and asked, "You want me too?"
"Oh yes..."
"Well, we'll see," he teased. "But first, I think there's something you need to take care of. After all, you want your guests happy, don't you?"
Cupping his tight ass in both hands, I kneaded the firm cheeks as I replied, "I always believe in making the customer happy. How's this?"
I poked a finger at his tight hole again and he yelped, "Oh yeah! Right there! I need you to fuck me..."
I drop to my knees in the shower, turned him around and spread his cheeks. Steve leaned against one of the walls of the shower as the water cascaded down his back and trickled past his anus.
As I leaned in, I swear his ass winked at me. I laughed, "Your ass is winking at me!"
"It just means it's happy," Steve replied with a giggle.
That giggle changed to a low moan when I began to swab his tight little pucker. The low moan grew as I pushed my tongue into his ass, French kissing him down there.
I took my time, licking the edge of his tight sphincter and pushing into him. By the steady state of his moaning, and the way his cute little ass shoved back at me as it moved around, I think Steve was enjoying my work.
By this point, I was again hard as a rock. Reaching around, I foudn Steve was as well. Ah, the joys of being young. We were both ready to go again less than an hour after we both enjoyed marvelous blowjobs (if I do say so myself).
I continued to rim his ass for some time though. In case you haven't picked up on it, I'm a very orally-fixated person. I love to use my mouth for pleasure - mine and my partner's.
Finally, Steve stood straight. "I want your hard cock in me. Now!" Then as a nice, little afterthought, he added, "Please."
I stood and held his hip with one hand while guiding my dick with the other. His ass was tight! It was apparent he was used to taking dicks up his ass but it must've been some time since he had been fucked.
I slowly pushed with the flared head of my cock until it slipped into Steve. He moaned and fell forward onto his crossed arms. I stopped for a moment, "Are you alright?"
"Oh yes... Please... More..."
I happily obliged and shoved more of my length into him. Once I was buried to my pubic hair, I began to slowly saw in and out of him. I could feel his prostate as I went in deep and Steve felt it too. Every moan made my smile grow even as my excitement was growing.
As I continued to fuck Steve's ass, he leaned back to me. Taking one hand from his hip, he guided it to his nipple. I willingly began to tweak and roll it as I thrust in and out of his hot, tight ass.
It didn't take long before my cock exploded again, coating his rectum with my creamy cum. It was all I could do not to fall over onto Steve.
I held him as my cock shrank, occasionally stroking his still-rigid dick. When I softened enough and slipped out, I dropped down and began to suck and lick his oozing asshole. After thoroughly cleaning him up, I stood and shared my treasure with him.
All this time, the warm water of the shower was poring down on us. Thank God for the large hot-water heaters hotels use.
Before we began to prune too much, Steve took my hand and led me out of the stall. Then he lovingly caressed me with a soft, absorbent towel. He even remembered to be careful of my still-sensitive dick.
I then toweled him off, being equally careful of his hard cock for different reasons - I wanted him in my ass. Badly.
Once dry, we stood and kissed before Steve took my hand and led me to the large bed in the other room.
The phone rang as I was flat on my stomach with my new friend laying on top of me, slowly, gently fucking my ass. I groaned. What a time for the phones to start working.
Amazingly, without missing a beat, Steve hit the speaker phone button. After a long moment, he said, "Yesss?"
"Mr. Cooper, this is Bob at the front desk. I just called to let you know the phones are working again." I groaned lightly as Steve's dick prodded my prostate. "Is everything okay, Mr. Cooper?"
Steve laughed. "Yesss. E-everything it just gr-reat!"
"Good. Is Mike taking care of you?"
"Oh God! Yes! He certainly is!"
I didn't know whether to groan, laugh, or moan in pleasure. Fortunately, the conversation was at an end.
"B-bob, if there's nothing el-else, I have a pressing engagement to...to attend to..."
"Of course. Sorry to bother you Mr. Cooper."
The line went dead and we both started to laugh. And this led to his cock moving around and around in my ass. What a feeling!
Steve resumed his slow pistoning of my rectum as he kissed and licked the back of my neck and ear.
Soon, his pace picked up and I knew I was about to receive another helping of his love potion.
"Oh GOD! MIKE! I'MMM CCCUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!"
As he blasted a load into my ass, coating my rectum with his sweet honey, I spurted yet another load into the sheets under me. My cries were muffled by the pillow under my head but Steve made up for that.
Several minutes later, we lay in each other's arms, exchanging gentle sweet kisses while we gently touched and caressed each other.
"God, you are fantastic, Mike! I love your ass, your cock, your mouth. I love..."
I silenced him with a long loving kiss. "Let's just wait before we go too far. Okay?" I finally said.
Steve laughed and caressed my asscheek, "Too far?"
I smiled back at him, "You know what I mean."
"Fair enough. But, as long as I'm in town, how about keeping me company? Here in the suite and while I take care of things in town."
I looked deep into his dark, soulful eyes and said, "It'd be my pleasure."
The kiss that followed was again incredible.
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WARNING, THIS STORY CONTAINS M/M POKEMON WATERSPORTS.
"Tackle him Ter!"
I couldn't help but let out an exaggerated sigh. But nevertheless, I complied with my trainer's wishes. As I rushed forward, I hoped beyond hope that this would end the lengthy fight. Inside I knew it wouldn't though.
My trainer was a good kid, but she wasn't the brightest person. Here I am, a Vulpix having a battle against a Bulbasaur, and she hasn't told me to use one fire attack. Not one! I honestly couldn't say how long the battle had been going on, but it had to be well over half an hour by this point. It was more like a training session than a battle really.
I actually contemplated disobeying her more than once during this fight. Every time she told me to use my quick attack or growl, I wanted to just open my mouth and let loose a jet of fire. Had I done that, I certainly wouldn't be in this position. But I was loyal and a little bit stubborn. I had never disobeyed my trainer before, and I wasn't going to start now. At first it was no big deal, but as the fight dragged on and on and on, it became more serious.
No, I wasn't afraid about losing the match, cause I had lost many in the past, and that's no big deal; it was something much more... embarrassing. To be completely blunt, I've had to pee since the battle started. I didn't think it would be a big deal, I mean, I was fighting a grass type, so surely I could battle quickly and then go take care of business. But one thing I hadn't counted on - and probably should have because of how long I've been with Kas - was how illiterate she was when it came to Pokémon battles, but even I didn't expect her to be this bad.
Now every attack that she called was that much longer I had to wait to relieve myself, and at this rate, I might not make it to the end of the battle. Luckily for me, the Bulbasaur did seem to be tiring after the countless physical attacks I had dealt him.
"Use razor leaf Lux."
I couldn't be happier to hear that as I charged forward. Sure I could just dodge his attack, but then it would just be longer until it was over. As Lux stood his ground and released a helix of leaves at me, I put my head down and sprinted right into the heart of it. It stung a bit, but it was nothing I couldn't take, and I would gladly trade attacks if I could hit him full force while he wasn't defending.
As planned, he tumbled away from the impact of my head connecting with his, and for a brief moment, he lay unmoving. My back legs twitched half in desperation and half in joy as I figured the fight was over, but unfortunately, he got back up (albeit slowly, but he still got up).
Kas said, "Hey Paul, are you ready to call it quits yet?"
The Bulbasaur's trainer responded, "Not on your life. We're winning this thing aren't we Lux?"
Lux nodded to him and then turned to face me with a determined expression. I would have taken a battle stance in any other fight, but instead, I squirmed in place as I fought my body's urge to relieve myself. I would imagine that I looked pretty silly doing that while they looked on, but it's better than the alternative, and apparently it didn't come across that way.
She responded to him, "There's no way you're winning this fight. Just look at Ter; he's literally trembling with adrenaline."
Well, that was one way to look at it I guess. It took some conscious effort, but I finally got control of my body again and took a deep breath as I awaited Kas's orders. Paul's came first though, and shortly afterward, his Bulbasaur was sprinting toward me with his head lowered. Kas called out the same attack, and then we were rushing toward each other as fast as our legs would carry us.
We both knew that this was going to hurt, but hopefully this would be the one that would end it. As we crashed our heads into each other, the impact was much greater than either of us had anticipated, and we collapsed on the ground in unison. My head was spinning and my vision was a little blurry, but I could still tell that Kas and Paul were shouting at us.
It took a bit before I could make out what they were saying, but I finally heard "get up" from Kas, and I realized that I had to stand up or we might lose. Finding the strength within, I got on all fours and stood my ground while I watched Lux lay unmoving.
Kas yelled out in triumph while Paul said some word I hadn't heard before. I watched the two of them walk over to each other and shake hands and exchange some words, but as I was watching, another wave of desperation hit me. As Paul bent down to his Bulbasaur, I turned away from them and went as fast as I dared go.
I slowed down once I got to what I considered a safe distance away. I looked around first and saw a Pidgey staring at me from a tree branch. Sure I was desperate, but I wasn't going to do that while a complete stranger looked on. I walked on, trying to find some place where I could be alone.
Again I got control of my body, so it was a little easier to put it off as I searched for a good place to relieve myself. It took a couple minutes, but I finally found a secluded area, and after one last glance around to make sure I was alone, I spread my back legs and prepared to relax my muscles.
That was until I heard the grass rustling. Some movement in my peripheral vision caused me to stiffen up and tighten my muscles again. Turning toward the source, I saw only a flash of green before the Bulbasaur from earlier crashed into me. I tumbled away before finally landing on my back. Before I could so much as try to move, my limbs were held in place.
My eyes went wide as I frantically tried to wriggle free, but I quickly found out that I was helpless as the Bulbasaur's vines were wrapped tightly around me. All four of my legs were held to the side away from my body, and I could only watch as he casually walked until he stood in front of me. He didn't look happy, and I soon found out why when he spoke up.
"I bet you feel pretty good about yourself don't you? You know as well as I do that that battle should have been over long ago. But no, you had to insult me and my trainer by drawing it out and not using any fire attacks."
I opened my mouth to try and explain that I was only following my trainer's commands and she wasn't the best fighter, but as soon as I did, he continued.
"Shut up, I don't wanna hear your excuses. I'm just glad that my trainer had a potion handy so that I didn't have to go back to a Pokémon Center without confronting you directly. You thought that you could just run away from me and everything would be fine? Think again."
That wasn't what I needed to hear. If he was at full strength while I was still drained, I had no chance of breaking free until he said so. He was definitely more muscular than I, so I would have to bargain with him or calm him down.
I managed to say, "I was just doing what my trainer said! Please..." before he cut me off again.
"Please what? Let you up so you can go waltzing back to your trainer with your head held high? No, I'm not letting you go until you realize how embarrassing that was for me. How would you feel if you went against a water Pokémon that beat you without using any water attacks?"
Hearing him mention water was probably the last thing that I needed him to say. Just the thought of it made my body squirm again. I started to panic. With my legs spread out, I knew there was no way that I'd be able to hold it in. I felt the contractions start, and with a last desperate plea, I stared into his eyes as I squirmed and said, "P-please... let me go."
He frowned at me and said harshly, "Why? What possible excuse could you give me to let you go? Huh?"
As if on cue, he got his answer. I tried to hold back, but it was useless. Only a few drops leaked out of my sheath at first, but once they did, I couldn't keep the rest back. With a drawnut sigh of relief, I relaxed all of my muscles as my urine flowed out freely, splashing all over my chin and chest. Some of it ran down my sides to wet the grass, but the majority of it immediately soaked into my white and red fur.
My already red cheeks could not have been more scarlet as I was embarrassed beyond words. I did what I could to avoid looking at Lux as he watched me wet myself, but it wasn't any consolation because I knew he was there. I couldn't do anything other than lie there, helpless as my stream finally trickled to a halt, leaving me soaked and still unable to get away.
I had my eyes closed; there was no way that I look at him after what he just witnessed. I waited for him to move, or speak, or do anything, but he didn't, and each second I lay there seemed to drag on for an eternity. I tried to think about anything other than what just happened, but with my fur soaking wet and the smell of urine present, it was impossible. Finally, he broke the extremely awkward silence, but it wasn't what I expected to hear.
"Damn dude..." Those two words came in a much softer and inquisitive tone than his harsher language just moments ago. It caught me off guard, and I opened my eyes to look at him. Surprisingly, his face was a little flushed as well. Why was he embarrassed? He wasn't the one who just wet himself while someone else watched.
"That was hot." For a brief moment, pure confusion replaced all of my embarrassment. Did he really just say that? My eyes finally broke contact with his, and as they traveled down a bit, everything became clear. His member was sticking out under him, and the more I stared at it, the bigger it got.
He continued, "I think I know what I'm gonna do to you." My eyes went wide, and in a vain hope, I looked back at his face, searching for any sign that he was joking or just trying to scare me; but all that met my gaze was a malicious grin. I tried struggling to get out of the vice grip of his vines, but to no avail; until he decided to let me go, I was trapped.
My heart skipped a beat when he took a step forward, and when his member was near my own nether region, I held my breath as I awaited what was sure to follow. But he surprised me again when he kept moving forward until his member was resting over my belly. Like a magnet, my eyes were drawn to it; I mean, how could I not look at it when it was right there? It seemed to be about the same length as my own, but it was definitely much wider. I wasn't looking forward to whatever he was about to do, but as long as that thing was away from my rear, that would give me some relief. He lowered himself down until his member was pressed against my stomach, and then he started to rock his body back and forth.
Even though I know I should be disgusted with what was going on, the truth was that I've never mated before. So even though I was still covered in my own urine, tied down against my will, and now another Pokémon was rubbing his cock on my stomach... That was a lot to take in all at once, and my body reacted in a way that I didn't expect. Maybe it was just because his balls were grinding against my sheath, but I felt my own member swell very quickly, and it wasn't long before it was poking out, and once it was exposed, it only grew that much faster.
I let out a moan from the stimulation, but I don't think he heard me, because at the same time he let out a loud sigh before saying, "Oooh, yes, your fur is so warm and soft and wet! I should just keep you here forever so I can always enjoy myself."
I know that last part was supposed to be somewhat of a threat, but my sensitive shaft didn't see it that way, and the sensations of having another Pokémon grind his body against mine were heavenly. I don't know if it was involuntary or not, but I started moving my hips with his. He continued, "Mmf, you're lucky I'm a nng... nice guy though, so I'll, mmf, just enjoy myself a bit before I let you go." Surely he had to know how aroused I was; how could you not feel another Pokémon's hard cock when it's pressed against you? But he neither said anything about it nor did he show any sign that he noticed or cared.
Even though I was being forced to do this, I believed what he said and don't think he is a bad guy. I've been frustrated before too, so I can understand that he needs to vent his anger - even if he is doing it in a very unorthodox way. I would also be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying myself too. My cock had gotten fully hard, and with his weight grinding against every sensitive spot, I wanted the moment to last as long as it could.
I started panting the longer we continued, and each breath I took brought the heavy smell of musk and urine, but at this point, it only fanned the flames of my lust that much more. Even though I couldn't feel it on my fur, I knew my member was leaking pre. I could literally feel it steadily flowing through my shaft, making it slide that much better against Lux's package.
Every time he thrust forward, I saw the tip of his cock spurt pre into my belly fur. The sweet smell of it was intoxicating and I let out a groan as a wave of pleasure washed over my body. Maybe it was my inexperience with mating or just the situation itself, but my orgasm was starting to build up quickly, and my legs stiffened as my hips thrust even faster in response.
He had to be getting close too, because his paced picked up until his humping began to grow erratic as grunts of pleasure echoed from his throat. I knew he would hit his peak at any second, because in the midst of all the movement, I could feel his balls tighten, and I could swear his cock swelled even more. As if on cue, I got my answer as he finally shot his pent-up load.
"Nng... nnf... ooh... yeah... there it is." He said as he raised the front half of his body up, letting his semen shoot on my face and chest. The smell of his seed was even stronger than both our musks combined, and there was a lot of it! My head was spinning in euphoric utopia with how long his climax lasted; he had to have spurted half a dozen times on my face before the rest landed on my wet chest. When his member finally stopped twitching, he relaxed a bit, letting his weight press against mine as the last bits of semen trickled out onto my belly.
The extra tightness was exactly what I wanted. I continued my sporadic movements as my climax inched closer and closer. I could feel my balls start to twitch and pull into my body and my panting had reached a new level. My paws clenched and my tails swished back and forth as they prepared for my release.
And then without warning, he got off of me and backed up, leaving me thrusting into the air, desperately seaking the little bit of stimulation I needed to finish. When I felt nothing, I whined out, hoping that he would take pity on me. I was so close! Couldn't he just let me hit my peak?
He started chuckling, and I don't blame him. Here I was, coated in his seed, soaked in my pee, and whimpering as my cock pulsed in the air with nothing to bring me over the edge. He said, "I've got one more thing to do to you..." I watched as he turned slightly to the side and raised his back leg. He pointed his still-hard cock right at mine, and with a sigh of his own, urine erupted out of the tip.
His stream landed on my member, sending a warm wave of pleasure through its entire length. Given my state of arousal, that was all I needed to reach the point of no return. As urine continued to drench my cock, it stiffened before pulsing wildly as my cum rocketed out, landing on my face to join his patches of semen. He must have had to pee, because my climax came and finished while his stream stayed strong.
Before he was done, he shifted forward on three legs, making sure to coat my entire underside with his acrid piss. When his arc finally started to weaken, he aimed the last bit on my face, and I had to shut my eyes and hold my breath until it finally stopped. I felt the grip of the vines loosen, and before I knew it, I was free again.
I wasted no time in rolling over onto my stomach before rubbing my eyes. When I was sure they were not going to burn from anything dripping into them, I opened them to see the Bulasaur walking back the way he came as if nothing happened. He said, "I don't know about you, but I feel much better about that battle now." As he disappeared out of sight, he called back, "Tell your trainer not to be so stupid next time."
He laughed loudly as the sound of his footsteps receded, and I was left alone to ponder what just happened. Regardless of how I felt about the experience as a whole, I could think about it later; for now, I would have to get clean before heading back myself. I was glad that no one could see me right now. I must have looked pretty ridiculous. I shook my fur, letting the droplets of pee sprinkle onto the grass around me. When I finished, I turned away from where Lux went, and started walking toward what I hoped would be some water so I could clean myself off more thoroughly. As I walked, I heard what sounded like some snickering. I darted my head around to find the source before I finally spied the same Pidgey that I passed earlier staring at me with a wing in front of his face as he tried not to laugh.
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Everything looked different in the light of day. Last night I had sex with my beautiful, vivacious, horny, and goddess-like cousin, Julia. It seemed like the world should stand still in celebration. My mind reeled.
I got out of bed, pulled on my shorts, grabbed a towel, and headed to the shower. Luckily, the bathroom was free. I closed the door, stripped off, and stepped into the gloriously hot water. Damn, I love a nice hot shower! I really enjoyed the smell of my body wash, and the scratchy feel of my poof. I was in heaven.
The door opened. What the fuck?
"Jack?" It was my sister Katie. "I have to pee, do you mind?"
"No, go ahead." I saw her lower her panties through the occluded glass. My cock twitched. I always had a thing about girls peeing. I guess I'm just a pervert. I heard her tinkling, and reached down with my soapy hand, and tugged on my growing dick.
"Did you have fun last night?" My hand froze in mid-stroke. Everything had happened so fast last night that I never had time to consider how Katie would react to me having sex with her best friend and cousin.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What the fuck do you think I fucking mean, Jack? I could hear you banging Julia. I was right across the hall, and it wasn't like you two tried to be quiet."
Shit. This was not going to go well. If Katie was angry she could make life difficult for me. What if she was mad at Julia? After all, I didn't go into her room wearing only a towel. Then again, everything is always the guy's fault. That hard and fast rule is true 99% of the time with women.
"What do you want me to say, Kay? Yeah, I had a great time. I'm an eighteen year old guy, and I had sex with a beautiful woman. You had to know it was going to happen, you are her best friend and all." I heard the toilet paper rustle. She let out an exasperated sigh, muttered something under her breath, and then flushed the toilet.
"What'd you say, Katie? The water is loud in here." She bent over, giving me a fuzzy view of her bubble butt, and pulled her panties back on in one quick motion.
"I said, fuck off, asshole!" She stomped out and slammed the door.
My cock went totally limp. What is wrong with her today? Yesterday she watched me get a hand job from Julia in the lake, and stood there while I blasted her with part of my load. If I live to be a hundred, I'll never understand the divine mystery that is woman. The joy had gone out of my shower. Katie was mad at me for something. Was it something I did to Julia last night? Did I do something wrong? Is she mad at me today also? Fuck. It looks like it is going to be one of those days again; one of those days that fucking end in "Y."
I finished rinsing my hair, turned off the water, and dried off. I wrapped myself in my towel, gathered my clothes, and flitted quickly from the bathroom to my bedroom, and closed the door. I wasn't alone in my room. It felt like my throat was starting to close up.
"Julia," I managed to squeak out. She was spread out on my bed in all of her nude glory. Julia has a tight, tanned body. It is the kind of body that only cheerleaders have. She had just enough curves in all the right places, a flat stomach with just a hint at a six pack, and an ass so tight that you could bounce a quarter off of it. Top it off with honey brown hair with blonde highlights, and a dazzling smile, and you had one killer package; and she was butt naked in my bed.
"What are you doing, Jules?" She languorously ran her hands over the perfect curves of her breasts, and down the flat plane of her stomach. I tried to think about my mom making breakfast not twenty five feet from where I stood, but I failed miserably. I reached behind me to lock the door, but I felt it open on my hand. Oh shit! It was going to be my mom. I was so dead!
It was Katie.
"What's going on?" She froze in place when she saw Julia naked on my bed, and then she closed my door. I heard the click of the lock button. Whatever was happening here it would not be witnessed by anyone else. What was Katie's deal? Wasn't she mad at me?
Julia seemed unmoved by both the presence of Katie in the room, and by the smell of bacon being fried by my mother in the kitchen. Her hands continued to roam across her body teasingly. She rubbed across her hips to her thighs. Her thighs parted, and I was looking at the holiest of holies, not in the refracted moonlight like last night, but in the light of day. My cock twitched, and quickly began to grow.
Her pussy looked... hungry. Her labia were pink and engorged with her excitement. A finger teased between the lips, and up toward the clit, liberally spreading her glistening cunt juice. She slowly raised her finger to her parted lips, slipped it into her mouth, sucked it, and let it go with an audible pop.
"Mmmmm. Fuck, I taste good. Don't I, Kay?" Katie didn't answer; she just stood next to me, mesmerized by her naked cousin. Julia moved with the grace of a panther stalking its kill. She smoothly slid off the bed onto the carpet, and got on her knees in front of me. Her face was about even with my hard on, which was comically covered by my towel.
"Is that for me?" She beamed an angelic smile, then paused and looked at my sister. "Perhaps it's for Katie?" I looked over to Katie, and her eyes were glued on the huge tent in my towel. She had somehow moved over to sit in my room's only chair, which was positioned directly across from the bed. She was radiant. Her gorgeous red hair flowed down her back, glistening coppery in the early morning sunlight. She was still wearing the ratty white tank top and pink panties from last night. She didn't have on a bra, and the thin fabric of her white top did nothing to disguise her evident excitement. You could see the roundness of her areolas clearly, and right in the middle, protruding almost an inch were her nipples. They looked hard enough to chip a diamond. She leaned back in the chair, and opened her legs slightly, apparently waiting to watch what was going to happen in front of her. Her green eyes were huge, and her face looked almost feral with hunger as she focused on my boner.
I was so caught up in seeing this new side of Katie that I almost forgot about the naked form of Julia that was kneeling in front of me, at least until I felt her small hand reach out and strip away my towel. My attention immediately shifted to Julia, even as I heard Katie whisper a quiet "Oh my god." Julia licked her lips quickly, and sucked the tip of my cock between her lips. The heat and moisture of her mouth felt incredible on my erection. Her piercing blue eyes looked right into mine, and she smiled around my pole, then she slid down until it touched the back of her throat. She sucked in gently, and slid back up to my head, her tongue gently teased the sensitive spot, right under the head.
Katie let out a small growl from the back of her throat, drawing my attention back to her. She was focused on what Julia was doing to my cock. She licked her full lips sensuously, and I wondered for a second what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. Her hands were pressed firmly against her flat tummy, and she squeezed her legs together, than let them part again slowly. Was she teasing her pussy by grinding her thighs together? My gaze slid down her body until it reached her tight pink panty clad cunt. I could clearly see her camel toe, as it was perfectly defined by the way her panties tightened between her porcelain thighs. I thought I could see the faintest spot of wetness between her pussy lips. I moaned at the sight, as Julia sucked me in, and Katie's green eyes were riveted onto mine. I couldn't believe it. I was getting sucked off by a sex goddess, and I couldn't take my eyes off my goddamned sister!
Julia hummed with happiness as she bobbed up and down on my cock. I slid my hands behind her head, into her light brown hair, and rocked forward to meet her next bob with a thrust of my own. My cock bumped the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly, but she quickly recovered, and continued on her relentless pursuit to drain the cum out of my balls.
Katie appeared to be breathing rapidly, and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as if in concentration, but her eyes never left my cock. She squeezed her legs tightly closed again, then spread them wide, and I knew that I hadn't imagined the wet spot before, because now they appeared to be soaked. Her wet panties clung to her pussy in a way that left nothing to the imagination. My breath exhaled like a shot, and I felt the unmistakable approach of my orgasm.
Julia reached under and squeezed my balls gently, her long nails scratching slightly on my tightening sack. Katie's hand slipped between her thighs as she glued her knees together again, and this time, she didn't spread them apart. She continued to grind them together, as she dropped her eyes from mine, and leaned forward. Her face was only about a foot and a half away from the junction of my cock and Julia's mouth, and she seemed to be eager to watch my impending climax.
I drew my eyes away from my sister, back to the tanned goddess that had half of my cock buried in her face. She smiled again as she saw that she had recaptured my undivided attention, and slurped quite loudly, as her saliva dripped sexily down her chin, onto her perky breasts. I groaned softly, trying to be as quiet as possible, but it was really hard to tone down the noise. I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs. She sped up her onslaught on my pole, sucking me harder, and bobbing her head faster. Katie let out a loud moan, and I saw her arm moving furiously out of the corner of my eye. It suddenly occurred to me that she was probably having an orgasm. She was cumming while watching me get sucked off!
Thinking about Katie's orgasm was all it took. I started feeling tingles in my balls, they quickly built from tingles to a small flame, and building quickly towards an inferno.
"I'm gonna cum," I hissed as quietly as I could. I was ever the gentleman. Katie moaned again softly; her hand still moved on top of her panties, and wriggled in her seat. Julia smoothly slid my cock from between her lips, and started jacking it furiously.
"Cum on me, baby!" she squealed much too loudly. "Drown me in your cum, Jack. Oh fuck, I want it so bad!" The dirty talk was all it took to make me cum. My entire body tensed and my cock exploded. It felt like I had never had an orgasm before and that this one was my first ever. Huge ropes of semen splashed across her cheek, nose, into her hair, and they just kept coming. Spurt after spurt of red-hot jizz shot out of my cock to douse this incredible cock-sucking beauty. It looked like two or three guys had spooged on her. Her mouth was open wide, and she moved in to catch the last couple of dribbles from my fire hose on her tongue. She swallowed greedily, making my seed disappear like a magic trick. I swayed as my knees seemed to unhinge as my ridiculously hard orgasm wound down. It was all I could do to keep from falling down and crushing the semen frosted cheerleader.
"That's what I'm talking about, Jack. Fuck, you came hard. It is all over me." Julia cracked a smile as she smeared cum over her perky breasts. She scooped a glob from her cheek, and slurped it greedily into her mouth. Katie moaned softly again while she watched the cum covered nympho frolic in my spunk. Julia had never looked hotter than she did in that moment, with the bright morning sun bouncing happily off her perfectly tanned, jizz-soaked body.
Then she did something that totally kicked up the heat about a thousand notches. She slid her finger across her forehead like a squeegee, scooping up a huge amount of sperm, and popped it into her mouth. She sucked it slowly, moving her finger in and out of her mouth, mock-fellating it. She popped it out of her greedy, inseminated mouth, and pulled Katie down and kissed her soundly.
It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, my sister and our sperm drenched cousin sharing a mouth load of my jizz. I almost felt like I could cum again. My cock never started to get soft; it just stayed rock hard at the sight of these two uncommon beauties tongues flashing in each other's mouths. Katie's hand slid down Julia's neck, and cupped a semen coated breast. Her thumb swirled around Julia's slippery nipple, as she softly teased it. Julia's cum covered hands were buried in Katie's wild red curls.
As quickly as it started, the kiss broke apart. Julia moved away from my sister, and Katie's eyes flashed from my still rock hard cock to my eyes. She smiled at me beatifically. Some of my sperm had rubbed off of Julia's face, onto her chin, and her tank top looked like it was wet from rubbing against Julia's luscious little tits. Katie stood up quickly, grabbed my towel from the floor, and flung it at Julia.
"Wipe off and get dressed quick, before my mom comes down here." Julia complied silently. She wiped my spunk off onto the white towel, and pulled her shorts and tank top over her gorgeous body. She stood, and kissed me gently, her lips tasted faintly of my salty semen. She wrapped her small hand around my pole, and gave it a tug.
"Thanks, stud. I really enjoyed that." She slipped past me, unlocked the door and disappeared down the hall. I was left alone in the room with my sister and an awkward silence followed. What could I have said after that? She smiled at me again, kissed my cheek quickly and then followed our cousin. I closed the door and let out a deep breath. What had just happened? No matter who was sucking my cock, it was Katie that I got off on. Her watching me was what really did it. My sister and I were always pretty close and had been especially close for the past three years or so. Yes, I have had some racy thoughts about her, but that's normal isn't it? This was a whole other level.
I mechanically got dressed in jean shorts and a baby blue t-shirt and then made my way out to breakfast before my mom could come looking for me. I was having scrambled eggs and bacon when the girls showed up, giggling to themselves. My mind was so clouded by thoughts of what had happened that I could barely choke down my breakfast but they were their usual ebullient selves. Julia smiled at me without a trace of shyness or embarrassment. All I could think about was her face and body bathed in my joy juice. Katie grinned at Julia and then turned to me. Her piercing green eyes seemed to take all of me in at once, weighing and measuring me, and then she smiled back at me shyly. At least she seemed to acknowledge the fact that what happened in the bedroom really had occurred and that it was a little out of the ordinary.
"What do you guys have planned for today?" my mom chirped cheerily. She was obviously oblivious of what had gone on last night and earlier today; thank god.
"We were going to see if we could borrow the truck to go on a hike at Chapel Loop." Katie said cautiously. She gave a guarded look to Julia who came back with her signature smirk.
"That sounds nice. You guys have a good time, your father and I are going to mow the lawn and work on the flower beds today. We have to get them ready to plant tomorrow." That sounded good to me, since I hated yard work. I never understood why people would go on vacation to do more work, but that's my mom for you.
The drive to Chapel Loop State Park was very peaceful. Katie rode shotgun, and Julia rode in the back seat. It was a very nice day outside, partly cloudy, and warm, but not really hot. Both the girls were dressed in tank tops, tight shorts, and comfortable shoes. Being that this was the first time that we had been alone, I decided to get some answers from the girls. They were currently gabbing on about one of their friends who had got caught sneaking out of her house. "Katie why were you so mad at me this morning, in the bathroom?"
The conversation immediately stopped dead. She looked at me with a cornered expression. I could tell that she didn't want to answer me. The silence stretched on. She was so much better at this than I was that I almost regretted asking the question to begin with.
"Why do you think that I was mad at you?" Katie countered. So this was how it was going to be.
"Because you told me to fuck off, that's why. Is that something that you just generally say to people for no reason?" I thought that my logic was sound.
"I had just woke up, and I was in a bad mood, alright. It wasn't anything... personal." She looked at me challengingly, like she just dared me to continue. I decided to let that drop, but there were some things that I was still curious about.
"What about in my room this morning, what was that about? You..."
"Stop!" This time it was Julia who spoke up. "Listen; just enjoy what happens, Jack. Live in the moment, because if you start asking too many questions, shit might stop happening. Do you get me?"
I was confused. They wanted to do things, but they didn't want to talk about it. What the fuck? If I live to be a million years old, I'll never understand women.
"But..."
Katie cut me off.
"Did you enjoy your blowjob this morning?" Katie quizzed.
"Yeah, you know I did."
"Then just fucking drop it, Jack." Katie left no doubt that they were done answering questions. I wanted to push, but my common sense, and my cock, told me to shut the fuck up. I put my eyes back on the road and let silence fall over the car. If that was how it was going to be, then fine.
Chapel Loop State Park had a wonderful hiking trail. Katie and I found it the year before and I was eager to try it out again. It wasn't very long, only about five miles, but it offered beautiful scenery and many picnic areas along the way. We planned on spending most of the day there. We parked about fifty yards from the trail head and noticed that there weren't very many cars in the parking lot. That was one of the best things about northern Michigan; you never had to wait in line for anything.
We started walking leisurely, the girls taking the lead. Like the pervert that I was, I looked at their asses. I had to admit, both were spectacular. I usually didn't ogle my sister's ass; but after seeing her and Julia swapping my cum this morning, usual definitely didn't describe my mood. Julia's ass is tight and athletic; Katie's is bigger, and definitely a curvy, bubble butt. We walked along, having companionable conversation about mostly inane things. It was comfortable. My comfort level evaporated when the girls fell in step beside me.
"So Jack," Julia quipped with a smirk, "Katie tells me you've only had sex with one girl. Well, besides me, of course." I looked at Katie, and she didn't even have the good grace to look at all ashamed. In fact, she looked at me challengingly. How could she know that? I didn't know, so I asked.
"How do you know that?"
"Girls talk Jack. Do you think sex never comes up in our conversations?" Katie giggled at my supposed innocence. "I know that you got a blow job from Phoebe Miller when she was wasted at Nicole's party."
How could she know that? I never even told any of my friends about it. It wasn't because I was ashamed, or anything. I was just never the kind of guy to brag about stuff like that. Besides, we were both drunk at the time, and that was probably the only reason it had happened.
"So you invaded an intoxicated girl's mouth?" Julia asked. "What happened to you being a nice guy?" Surprisingly Katie came to my rescue.
"The girl was a fucking whore, and she probably blew half that party. It wouldn't have mattered if she was drunk or not." She smiled cheekily at me. "His good guy status is still intact."
"We'll have to see about that. He did fuck his cousin last night, in the bedroom right next to his sister's." Julia seemed pleased with herself. "You also can't deny what happened this morning, either."
"What'd he do this morning? You ambushed him, and gave him head, so what?" Katie looked a little bothered. She didn't let anyone slam my reputation if she could help it.
"Well," Julia started, "The so what is that he got off by looking at his little sister."
"I think that you are just mad that he kept paying attention to me, while you had his cock in your mouth. You're just jealous." I had never heard Katie use the word "cock" before. It was kind of sexy. I was tired of being on the defensive, so I decided to play a little offense.
"So Julia, it looked like that wasn't the first time that you two had kissed. So is it a habit, or what?" I couldn't see myself, but I must have looked pretty smug right about then. Julia was on one side of me, and Katie walked on the other. I saw them exchange meaningful looks.
"As a matter of fact, it is a habit..."
"Julia!"
"...we're lesbian lovers." What the fuck? Whatever I had expected, it wasn't that.
"You fucking cunt!" I had hardly ever heard my sweet, innocent sister say the "C" word either, but apparently there was a lot that I didn't know about her.
"What, are you ashamed of me, or something? It wasn't like he didn't figure it out already. We talked about showing him." Apparently they had made plans concerning me. I fucking knew it was a conspiracy.
"We talked about it, but we never decided anything." Katie looked in genuine distress, and she stopped walking. I stopped beside her. Her eyes were tearing up. I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. It wasn't unusual for us to hug.
"I'm sorry," I started. "I didn't mean for you to get upset."
"I know," she sniffed. "I'm just not sure that I wanted you to know about that."
"It's no big deal, honestly. It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that you are happy." She smiled at me, and I wiped the tears from her cheek with my thumb.
"God, get a room. You know that he just thinks it's hot. He wouldn't care if you fucked a giraffe, as long as you'd let him watch." She did have a point. I had to admit that the image of her and Julia played itself out in my mind even as I held her close. Between the fantasy of them going at it, and her close proximity, my dick started to get hard. She was pressed right against me, because of the firmness of my grip. I felt her ample tits rub up against my chest, and I smelled the strawberry shampoo that she used. She was driving me crazy! All these feelings were new to me.
"Hello there!" she giggled wildly, and ground her stomach up against my throbbing member. I had risen to full hardness in what seemed like record time. I loosened my grip around her shoulders to let her pull away, but she pulled me closer.
"Is he hard?" Julia asked.
"Yeah, he is. It's fucking huge, he's almost poking me in the ribs." She giggled animatedly, all thoughts of her anger toward Julia apparently forgotten.
"Well you are practically a midget, Kay. But one thing is for sure, you can't deny that this erection is totally because of you. He can't even see me." I could hear the smirk in Julia's voice. "He's got a nice cock, doesn't he?" I felt Julia's body press against mine from behind. Her hard nipples stabbed at my back, as Katie's stabbed at my front. I could have had a heart attack right there in the middle of the trail.
"Yeah, he does," Katie said breathlessly. "It's so thick." She ground her stomach against my cock again. My cock had surpassed hard, and went straight to petrified. I felt Julia's hand squeeze between my dick and Katie's stomach, and she gripped my schlong fiercely.
"Oh fuck, that is hard. We need to take care of this," Julia teased, as she jacked my shaft. "We can't have you hiking like this, it might get bent." She giggled, and Katie mimicked her.
"We could go back to the car," I suggested hopefully.
"That's a half an hour walk," Julia complained. She sounded like she wanted her fun now. She began to kiss my neck softly.
"There should be some picnic tables ahead. Last time we were here, they were arranged about a half an hour apart," Katie said. I wasn't sure about this idea. I didn't exactly like the idea of being "taken care of" out in the open for anyone who walked by to see, but I was suddenly so out of my mind horny, that I just didn't give a shit. Apparently Julia agreed with me because she immediately seized my hand, and began practically dragging me down the trail. Katie laughed musically, and grabbed hold of my other hand.
We walked for about another five minutes before we found the picnic tables that Katie promised. The hardness of my prick never wavered. If anything, the determination that Julia showed while stalking down the trail excited me even more.
As soon as we reached the small clearing, Julia threw her arms around my neck, and pulled my head down for a kiss. Passionate wouldn't exactly describe our kissing. She practically devoured my mouth, while she ground my cock against her belly. She moaned softly into the kiss.
"I need you, right now!" She wasn't asking, she was telling. I looked over at Katie, who had taken a seat at the closest picnic table, and she gave me a small nod of the head. I wasn't sure what her place would be in this, but right then I didn't care. My entire thought process boiled down to nine inches of need. Julia walked over to the picnic table that Katie was sitting on, and began to undo her shorts.
"Take your shorts off, dumbass. How am I going to get at your cock with them on?" I readily complied by undoing my own shorts, and pulling them and my boxers down. My cock sprang into the open air, gloriously hard. I had thought she was going to give me a hand job, but apparently she wanted to fuck. She was having a hard time with her shorts, since they were so tight. I moved behind her, grabbed the legs of her shorts, and pulled down forcefully. They slowly moved down, grudgingly at first, then quickly pooled around her ankles.
She had no panties on. I briefly wondered if this was planned, but found that I didn't care one way, or the other. Pulling her shorts down put my face even with her ass, and I leaned forward and kissed it gently. She shivered at the touch of my lips. She bent forward at the waist, planting her hands on the table, and spread her legs. The sight of her glistening love hole almost made me cum on myself. I could see how desperately wet she was. Just in the time since her shorts were down, her juices had begun to drip down her thigh. Apparently I wasn't the only one who became more excited on the way to the picnic area.
I went from crouching to fully on my knees. I licked her moistened thigh, and worked my way toward the creamy center. She tasted and smelled terrific, and pre-cum began to leak out of my erect cock. I knew that I couldn't last long during sex; I was way too over excited. I had only eaten pussy once, and my inexperience showed. I focused on her slit, sliding my tongue over and between her lips. I explored the inside of her pussy, and quickly began to tongue fuck it. Though probably inept, my attentions had their desired effect, and she started grinding her pussy back against my face. Her moans spurred me onward, and my confidence in my abilities was quickly bolstered. The tonguing and grinding continued for a couple of minutes. Just when my tongue started getting really tired, she came... hard. She cried out loudly, in a wordless release of sexual tension. I continued my efforts as she shuddered to a finish.
All I could think about was getting my rod into her slick tunnel of love. She started to turn to face me, but I wordlessly pushed her back around. I was done taking orders from her, this was now about me. She obediently bent over again, and I guided my cock up to her tight slit, her girl juice and my pre-cum paved the way. I pushed in, none too gently, only burying about two inches of my shaft in her scalding hot pussy. It was so tight, even after fucking last night, that it felt like I had died and gone to heaven.
"Give me all your cock, Jack. Shove it in, give it to me." I didn't make her wait. There was no teasing this time. I grabbed her by the hips, and mercilessly buried as much as I could inside her.
"Awww, fuck!" she cried out loudly. It was all she could manage as I started to relentlessly plow her. I drew almost out, and quickly shoved it back in. Almost out, and back in. I just started to get a rhythm going when I looked over her shoulder at Katie. She was propped up on the picnic table's bench, naked from the waist down. My breath caught, and my rhythm broke. I slipped out, and almost shoved it up her ass, before her squeal alerted me to the wrongness of the hole. I plowed back in the correct hole at full speed.
Katie's eyes locked on mine as she frigged herself at the speed of light. Her snatch was flushed gloriously pink from excitement with just a little red tuft of a landing strip above her clit. Her pussy was beautiful, and I wanted it desperately. I wanted to bury my fingers, my face, and my cock in it. She moved the hand that was bracing her on the bench, and attacked her clit with it. She was now held up entirely by upper body strength, and her porcelain belly quivered with the strain.
I was plundering Julia's cunt mercilessly, and my lusty excitement was building to the point of no return. Katie began panting and moaning, all the while her gaze was locked on mine. She looked seconds away from cumming, and so was I.
"I'm getting really close," I managed to choke out, in between thrusting and sucking air. I needed to know where to cum, before I mindlessly blew my wad.
"Cum inside me, Jack. Cum in my pussy, PLEASE!" I felt her cunt momentarily tighten, as she began her orgasm. Apparently the thought of me painting her insides with my jizz pushed her over the edge. An orgasm tore through Katie, as she heard her cousin and lover plead for cum. As soon as Katie began to howl, I lost my fight. Thick streams of cum gushed out of my shaft and into her cum greedy pussy. It felt like her tunnel was milking my cock for every last drop of jizz, and that's what I gave her; every single last drop.
As our orgasms wound down, Katie dropped her eyes from mine, and slumped back onto the picnic bench. Julia had been holding up tirelessly to my onslaught; but her strength began to lag as I continued to bang her pussy, even after I was finished cumming. I let go of her hips, and ceased my motions, and she practically collapsed face first onto the table top. I had to admit, it was a lovely sight. Her tight, perky, teenaged ass bent over the table, with a load of our combined cum running down her leg. I slapped her ass as I walked around her and sat down on the bench next to Katie's prone form. Julia pushed herself into a standing position, walked around, and sat down in my lap. I felt the warm wetness of her pussy up against my leg, and my cock twitched.
I held Julia on my lap, and began to kiss her gently on her neck. I slid my hand cautiously over to my sister's pale thigh. It felt wonderfully smooth and silky as I stroked it. I wondered what it would taste like.
"You surprised me by eating my pussy like that." Julia laughed throatily as she continued to try and catch her breath. "I didn't think you did that, since you made no move to do it last night."
"Last night was kind of crazy," I said. "You were driving me insane, and I couldn't get to fuck you fast enough; plus, you were really into getting finger banged." She laughed.
"Speaking of finger banging, are you alright Kay?" Katie had been lying back quietly, letting me softly rub her thigh.
"Yeah," she said hoarsely, "I'm good... Really good" She smiled up at us, and the girls started a riot of giggling.
"What were you thinking about when you came?" Julia asked once the giggles died.
"None of your business," she said quite seriously for an eighteen year old girl.
"It's cool if you got off watching him fuck the hell out of me." I nipped at Julia's neck teasingly, and she moaned. Katie stayed silent. "You weren't really watching him fuck me though, were you?"
Katie looked hesitant. I knew that she was tense by the tightening of her thigh, but she finally answered quietly, so quietly that I didn't catch the answer. I think I knew what she said just by the way she had looked at me while I was fucking Julia. She had been thinking about me. More specifically, she had been thinking about me plundering her goodies like I had been doing to Julia. Thinking about Katie this way was too much, and my cock began to push hungrily against the cheerleader's ass in my lap.
"Wow, up again already, huh?" she said to my cock. It didn't answer back, though. Julia grinned at me, gave me a quick kiss, and slid off my lap onto the grass. She attacked my cock with her dirty little mouth, sucking, licking, and bobbing. I saw her rapidly rubbing her clit with her free hand.
I looked at Katie, and she watched me defiantly, as if I was challenging her right to watch. "Take off your shirt," I told her. She looked at me questioningly. Julia thought I meant her, so she stripped her tank top over her head in one smooth motion, barely breaking her rhythm. I looked down at the naked goddess in my lap, who was willing to do the filthiest of things for my pleasure. I was sure that if I had decided to take her ass a few minutes ago, she would have cheerily complied with my wishes despite her initial sounds of protest.
I looked back at Katie, and tightened my grip on her thigh almost painfully. "Take your shirt off. I want to see you naked." She looked at me for a long minute. There seemed to be a war being waged behind her brilliant green eyes. I wasn't sure who should win. She slowly stripped off her tank top, then undid her bra, and added it to the small pile of her clothes on the table top. She was now gloriously, and deliciously naked in front of her own brother.
Julia had clearly been confused by my second order to take her top off, since she had readily went along with the first. She saw where I was looking, and watched Katie take her top off. She smirked at me when I looked at her, then returned her slutty mouth to the task at hand. After a couple more minutes of foreplay she was ready for action. She was also in the mood to give orders.
"Climb up on top of the table," she told me. I stripped off my shirt, completing my nudity, and got on the table.
"Not that way, dumbass. Turn around so that you can see Katie too." I felt stupid for a second, but quickly realized that she was giving me her approval for me to look at Katie while we were having sex. Apparently she wasn't worried about being upstaged by my redheaded sister. I turned around on the table.
"Now lay down," she said bossily. I lay down, but I was frustrated because I couldn't see Katie. "Easy, big guy," she smirked at me, "Don't look so disappointed, you're killing my fucking ego. I'll get your hot little sis for you." Julia got up on the table and straddled me, and then Katie got up and put one of her legs on the edge of the table right next to me. Her crotch was just about even with my face, and she was only a foot away. I could see how wet she was, and smell how excited she was. I saw the look in my sister's eyes. Katie looked vulnerable. It was something that I never thought I would see in Julia's eyes in a million years.
I was instantly distracted from Katie when Julia slid my cock inside her in one smooth stroke. She was very, very wet, and hot as lava. Damn she felt tight. She made little mewling noises in the back of her throat as her insides adjusted to my fat prick inside her, she was able to get almost all of me inside her in this position. If Julia's pussy had gears, she would have only one, and it would be labeled "fuck me hard." She lived up to that label as she rode me fast. Her pussy began to bottom out on my cock as she slowly stretched inside. Every time she bottomed out, she made these little cooing noises. It was very cute, and it spurred me to fuck her harder. So for every stroke, I had a counter-stroke waiting, and our bodies settled into the timeless dance together.
I saw Katie playing with her nipples out of the corner of my eye. I turned to watch the show that she was putting on for me. Her nipples were large and beautiful, centered on impossibly perky breasts, the kind that only an eighteen year old could possess. I really couldn't judge her cup size, being that I knew so little about such things. They were bigger than my ex's and bigger than Julia's; they had to be at least a D cup. She saw me looking and stepped up her efforts. I reached out with my left hand and softly trailed my fingers over her flat stomach. She shivered violently at my caress as a small moan escaped her lips. I had the feeling that I was driving her as crazy as she was driving me.
My attention was drawn back to Julia as she quickly approached orgasm. Her previous coos, that I found so cute, had turned into small grunts. I placed my right hand on her hip to steady her as she slightly started to lose control of her movements. It was hard to coordinate everything that I was doing at once, not at all like the porn stars that you see on video. It wasn't a slick, coordinated effort; it was all of us doing our own thing as we spastically rutted against one another in the open air. I stopped stroking Katie and concentrated on Julia, pulling my left hand up to her hip in order to stabilize her. I increased my upward thrusts as she came down and received an immediate reaction. Her pussy went off like a firecracker. It tightened with a vise-like grip, threatening to push my invading cock out. I fought against her cunt muscles, and plowed ahead, feeling her tunnel become slick with her cum. She howled a mix of unintelligible noises mixed with obscenities that prominently featured the words fuck, cock, cunt, and slut. I didn't understand what the fuck she said, but I had a pretty good idea what it meant: she was having an awesome fucking orgasm.
Before I could pat myself on the back too much for my heroic efforts in imparting female pleasure, she collapsed on top of me, shivering, shaking, and gasping for air. For a trim little cheerleader, I was surprised at how heavy she was as dead weight. I kissed her neck, and told her how wonderful she was. I ran my hands all over her body, which was slick with a thin sheen of perspiration. She gradually came to her senses, and began to kiss me back.
"Wow," I said stupidly, not being able to think of anything more appropriate. She grinned at me, then twined her fingers in my short brown hair and kissed me hard.
Apparently we were not the only people affected by the hotness of the sex. Katie half sat, half laid on the bench seat of the picnic table, directly below and beside me. Her pussy made wet sopping noises as her fingers rammed in and out of her slick hole.
"Awww, fuck," she said dazedly as she attempted to finger herself off. Unlike last time, she was within ready reach of my left hand. I bent my arm back, and gently squeezed one of her firm breasts. Her insanely hard nipple poked between my fingers, and I squeezed it; gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Her eyes drilled into mine again.
"Oh god... yes," she exclaimed as I practically mauled her right tit. I saw little drops of wetness flick from her fingers as she fucked herself at what had to be a record pace. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in her soaking wet snatch, but the weight of the beautiful girl on top of me, and my own fears kept me in my place. Julia stopped kissing me, and watched the hot stroke fest that was my sister.
"Cum for your brother," Julia said forcefully. "Think about how hard his cock is for you."
"Oh... yeah," Katie moaned.
"Think about how his big hard cock would feel inside you... fucking you... filling your hot little pussy up."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Her fingers blurred as she plowed her slit.
"Think about your brother fucking you and cumming inside you. Imagine him shooting his load deep inside of your pussy." That was enough to send Katie over the edge. She howled into the woods as she came hard on her fingers, girl cum soaking her hand and squirting her parted thighs and cunt. Damn, she came a lot. My hard cock jumped inside Julia's snatch, as my sister's eyes blazed at me, threatening to burn me to ash. I was dizzy with the idea of fucking my gorgeous, redheaded
sister. I could smell the excitement of her hot little pussy as it continued to spasm on her now slowing fingers. It drove me insane. I released my grip on her breast as her orgasm subsided. Nobody said anything for a few long minutes. Julia slid off my hard cock, and started pumping it with her fist. It slid though her fingers smoothly because of the slick coating of her cum.
"Do you want to fuck him?" Julia broke the silence bluntly. I looked at Katie and she stared back at me. She slowly nodded.
"But I don't want to do it here, though. Not for our first time. I kind of want it to be special." I understood her reservations. Katie was definitely a girl that craved romance, and getting shagged senseless on a picnic table was kind of tawdry.
"Do you want to suck him off or something? I bet he'd just go nuts fucking those ginormous tits of yours." She shook her head slowly. Julia beamed at me, and squeezed my cock. "It's you and me, cowboy. What do you want me to do?" I honestly didn't know. I felt a little guilty, but I was so focused on Katie that Julia kind of dimmed in comparison.
Then it came to me in a flash. "I want to fuck your ass," I said confidently. I certainly sounded more confident than I really was since I'd never done anal before. It sounded like a good idea, though.
Julia smiled. "You are a dirty boy, aren't you?" Katie laughed and the tension between us decreased. "I told you that he wasn't as innocent as you thought he was, Kay."
"No, I think that you are just a slut, and that you are corrupting my brother."
Julia laughed at her friend's comeback. Then she climbed up off of the table top and bent over the side of the table, right next to Katie's seated form. She stuck her ass out lewdly.
"My ass isn't going to fuck itself, rump wrangler." She smiled at me and I quickly took the hint. I vacated the table top quickly and walked around the table to join the two girls. I was about to take hold of Julia's hips when Katie reached out with her small hand and grabbed my cock. She dazzled me with her pearly whites.
"It's so hard," she said breathlessly; so much for falling sexual tension. She pumped her hand a few times on my cock experimentally. Lust was slowly but surely clouding my vision. My cock felt like it might explode. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She eyed my cock greedily and kept pumping. I bent down slowly, and kissed her lips softly while her hand still moved on my shaft. Our kiss deepened, our lips parted, and our tongues explored. I reached behind her head and tangled my fingers in her wild red curls.
"That is so fucking hot!" Julia said, but she was ignored. The only thing that mattered was our kiss. It was truly a soul kiss. Katie moaned into my mouth and I practically pulled her off her feet by her hair. She released my shaft and her body molded itself to mine; my free hand cupped her magnificent ass. My pre-cum coated her flat stomach as she ground it against my cock. It was so slippery, I thought I would explode before long, but I didn't care. I let my finger slide down the crack of her ass and I teased her puckered star. She moaned hungrily again and I slid my fingers down farther, until I found the back of her dripping slit. She jumped like an electric current had run through her. Katie reached back, grabbed my hand, and pulled it away from her pussy. She broke the kiss.
"It's not that I don't want to Jack, because I do. I really do. Please, just not here." She demonstrated an iron will by taking a step back from me. I felt supremely disappointed, but I did understand, or at least my big head did. She ran her small hand over her stomach, idly playing with my slippery pre-cum.
"Do you want me to take care of him, Katie?" Julia seemed a little perturbed by her demotion to fuck toy. Katie nodded.
"Take her ass, Jack. Take it hard. That's how I like it." Julia positively beamed at me. She returned to the table and bent over.
"Use my pussy juice as lube. Just put it in and get it nice and slick for me." I complied lustily, sinking my shaft into her as far as it would go. She grunted loudly. "Fuck, your cock is big. Don't go crazy in my ass right away. Take it slow."
"No," Katie said. "Fuck that slut to death, Jack. Don't go easy on her; I want to hear her beg for mercy." Katie started rubbing her clit even as I was buried balls deep in our cousin. I pumped a few strokes to get lubricated, and then slid out. At that point I would have been satisfied with her pussy because I needed to cum badly, but I was determined to give my sister the show that she wanted.
I located her puckered star with my finger and I used it to guide the placement of my cock. When I was positioned at her back door, I pushed slowly, but forcefully forward. Her asshole steadily denied me entrance.
"Try to relax, baby." I reached out with my free hand and spread one of her cheeks wider. She exhaled slowly and I felt her tight ring give just a little. I took full advantage by increasing the pressure I was giving her. After a few seconds my head popped in. She exhaled in a rush as her insides tried to adjust to the relentless pressure. I pushed further in; an inch, two inches, three inches. I pulled back and humped forward again, this time I went four inches deep. Soon I had my entire length buried in her gloriously tight tunnel. It surprised me that all of my cock fit in her ass when it barely fit in her pussy.
"Come on Jack, you aren't making love, you're fucking. Plow that whore's ass!" Katie looked serious as she sat on the top of the table while fingering herself off. She grunted as she rubbed her clit. I pulled back, and really started fucking my Julia's ass. I banged her so hard that my balls slapped up against her wet pussy whenever I would thrust forward. Whatever I was doing it must have worked for Julia, because I fucked her for only about a minute when a full blown orgasm tore through her. She cried out loudly as her asshole twitched, tightening and loosening around my cock. I was relentless in my fucking and never slowed one iota. The friction in her ass was enormous and I now knew why they made anal lube. With her ass feeling like that, I didn't last long; only another minute or so until I felt my balls tighten before my inevitable orgasm.
"I'm getting ready to cum," I stated. I didn't know whether I should cum in her ass or not, so I left it up to her.
"Pull out!" she yelled. I felt disappointment in not shooting my jizz in her dirtiest of holes, but I pulled out anyway. I started jacking my dick, preparing to cum all over her ass, when she shocked me. She turned towards me, knelt and sucked my cock into the back of her throat. She bobbed on my pole about three times before I unloaded in her mouth.
"Oh, shit. Fuck." I came and came and she sucked down every last drop of my spunk. Some of it hit the back of her throat funny and she gagged a little, but it never slowed her feasting on my jizz. Katie came just when I blew the last of my load into Julia's pie hole. Her orgasm lasted longer than mine, which didn't seem possible, and then she slumped against the table top behind her, breathing raggedly.
We all sat down on the bench next to Katie. It was a few minutes until we all regained our breath, and composure.
"Oh my god, you really are a dirty slut." Katie giggled. "I can't believe you went ass to mouth. That's hands down the most perverted thing I've ever seen."
"You know what they said in 'Clerks 2," Julia joked.
Katie looked puzzled.
"What was that?" I asked innocently.
"Sometimes it's ok to go ass to mouth." Julia smacked her lips appreciatively at the load of cum that I had just dumped in her throat. Except for the walk back, we were done hiking for the day. | 3 Is a Magic Number Ch. 02 | [
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Jim woke early the following morning, to a most wonderful smell. He smiled, eyes still closed, and leaned forward, grasping and laying his muzzle on top of the warm furry pillow, without considering what it was made of. With that, Jim fell back asleep.
Kate woke up a few minutes later, and felt like she had an extra layer of fur wrapped around her. She realized what that bag of fur was, and growled, trying to slide out from underneath the paws that were holding her there, but they grasped her tight against the sleeping body once more. Kate's eyes narrowed, and she kicked out with her right hind leg. It connected with Jim's thigh, and he jumped up, yelping. "What was that for?" he exclaimed.
"That?!" Kate replied. "That was for trying to sleep with me!" Jim growled.
"I did no such thing!" he replied, angry.
"You were practically riding my tail!" Kate replied.
"You wish!" Jim said, turning, and leaving the cave, fuming. Kate gave him a moment, and then went to apologize.
"Hey," she said, padding up beside Jim. He sidestepped away from her, and she moved back up next to him. "I'm sorry I kicked you."
"Whatever," Jim replied, looking away. Kate huffed, and walked around in front of Jim's line of sight, hunkering down before him. "What are you doing?" Jim asked, bewildered.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Kate asked, shaking her tail and hind end.
"Hmm, looks to me like an Alpha who's acting like an Omega," Jim said, the corners of his mouth turning up. "You would *never* do something like that, now would you?" Kate's response was to growl.
"I'm gonna get you!" she said, pouncing at Jim, who deftly stepped out of the way.
"Apparently not," Jim replied, turning around to face the female wolf.
"Yeah, watch... THIS!" Kate exclaimed, leaping through the air once more, and, once more, Jim moved out of the way. Though, at the last second, Kate twisted around, and knocked Jim to the ground. She pinned him to the ground, and he snapped at her, though he couldn't move to get up.
"Cheater!" he shouted, snapping his jaws at her.
"Winner is more like it," Kate replied
"Meh," Jim said, pushing the female off of him, and getting to his feet. "I'd like to see you do it again."
"That a challenge?" Kate asked.
"You couldn't do it, even if it was," Jim said, forgetting about his initial anger at being kicked.
"Bet me," Kate said, hunkering down one more time.
"Alright!" Jim said. "You and me, right now. You pin me, and I'll do whatever you ask me to do, one time." Kate didn't like where this was going.
"...and if *you* win?" she asked, nervously.
"If I win, you know what I want," Jim said, grinning.
"Jim, that... I can't..." Kate stammered.
"Hey, if you can't accept the consequences, don't run with the big dogs, girl," Jim said, laughing. "You lose, and you do whatever I ask you to do, one time. Take it or leave it." Kate nodded, and circled around, trying to think how best she could take Jim out. She eventually saw her opening, and took it. Jim had purposely left himself open to attack, and relied on his superior speed to spin around. In a flash of fur, Jim had Kate flipped upside down, and pinned firmly to the ground. Both panted from the quick physical effort.
"I told you," Jim said, "don't try running with the big dogs unless you can handle it." Kate frowned, and whimpered, knowing she had to keep up her end of the bargain. "Now, you know what it's time for," Jim said, grinning devilishly. Kate's breathing stopped, knowing what the male was about to do. She closed her eyes, and waited for the inevitable. It didn't come. She waited thirty seconds, and then opened an eye, wondering what happened to Jim. He was still holding her down when she opened her eyes, but as soon as she opened them, he climbed off of them, and sat down. "I want you," he began dramatically, causing Kate to whimper slightly, "to sit here in front of me, and keep your eyes open, for thirty seconds." Kate did as she was told, questioning the strange directives the wolf gave, and sat in front of him, their noses not a foot away from each other.
When fourty seconds went by, and Jim had not ravished her, she began to wonder what was going on, until Jim said, "you're done," leaned forward, and tenderly kissed her on the mouth. Shock crossed her mind, and all conscious thought slipped away for a moment, until she came back to reality, and realized she was kissing the male wolf back. Jim's tail swung back and forth, brushing dirt around on the ground, and she didn't even realize that hers was also. Jim pulled back as suddenly as he started, and Kate almost went with him, not wanting to stop.
"Does that count as what you were going to do to me?" Kate asked, dreamily. Jim shook his head.
"Nope, the only thing I asked you to do was sit in front of me for thirty seconds. You let me kiss you," Jim replied. "I would never do something like that to you without your permission, or, at the very least, your having not been forced to do it. Was it good for you?" Kate sighed, enraptured.
"I'm... not quite sure. Maybe you should do it again, so I'll know for sure..." she leaned forward, and met Jim halfway. Their muzzles locked, and Jim could taste the caribou that Kate had for breakfast the day before. He pulled back, and Kate asked him what was wrong.
"Is that caribou?" he asked.
"Um, yes?" Kate replied, rubbing her mouth with her paw, embarrassed. "I'm sorry..."
"For what?" Jim asked, leaning in to within an inch of her muzzle, "I love caribou." She kissed him, and he explored her muzzle with his long tongue. Kate's came out to meet his, and they danced around each other's mouths for close to a minute, before Jim broke off the kiss." We should probably get to class now," he said, and turned around. Kate yelled at him.
"Hey! Don't think you don't have to sleep on the opposite side of the cave now, because of this!" she growled.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Jim replied, grinning. "Come on!" Kate walked up beside him, and pushed him to the left. He pushed her back, and they walked to the Alpha's den, playfully shoving each other back and forth, their tails wagging. | The Law of the Pack Part VI: The Beginnings of Something More? by Ragnarok1234 | [
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The night was still young, only about 9:00 P.M. A young woman, around the age of 22, was strolling around her one bedroom apartment. Wearing nothing but a soft, blue silk bathrobe, she walks from one end of her small kitchen, looking for something, although not sure what. Her soft brown hair fell gently down over her shoulders, ending at the curves of her ample breasts. Her bathrobe held tight to her sexy, curvy frame, showing every curve and crevice, from her shoulders down to the sides of her thighs. Her soft hands ran along her cupboard, her slender fingers grasping one handle, pulling it open. She reaches in with the other, and pulls out a clear glass. Running her fingers under the faucet for a few moments to make sure the water is cold, she fills her cup. Walking over to her large bay window, which seemed out of place for such a small apartment, she gazes out onto the road below. Busy businessmen and lovely teen couples walked the streets, some skipping along, anxious to get home and be together alone, some quietly walking along, just enjoying holding each other. She smiled. There can be such love and beauty in this world, she thought, her smile growing.
She closes her eyes, thinking of her past, bringing up some wonderful intimate memories she has shared with her lovers. Although she enjoyed the raw, sexual urges the men she has been with, the intimacy of her few female lovers has overshot the males. Something sparks in her mind, and her hand twitches, almost losing grip of the glass. A small amount of water spills out, landing on the top of her chest, and streams down her cleavage. She giggles, enjoying the feeling of the water seeping down between her breasts. She notices a slight wetness forming elsewhere, between her legs. She leans against her window, lifting one leg up, and squeezes, pressing her pussy lips against each other. She bites her bottom lip, rubbing her airborne leg back and forth, feeling the sensation tingle up her pussy, up to her stomach, and into her thighs. She sets the glass down on the floor, not caring whether or not she knocks it over. Leaning her forehead against the glass, her slender arms untie her bathrobe belt, letting it fall open, exposing her naked form to the air.
She sees her reflection in the mirror, and grins. Her soft, curving cheekbones, her round eye sockets, slightly wide nose and thin lips gave her a cuteness that most people couldn't see and not glance for a second look. Her eyes meet her eyes, and she grins again. Her own reflection excites her, and a flare of soft pleasure pulses inside her pussy. She stares at herself, working down her body, looking at her firm breasts, with the material of her robe still barely covering her nipples. She works her way down, between her legs, and sees the roundness of her lips pressed against each other. She gasps, squeezing her pussy together again. The sensation in her crotch, isn't that strong, although it feels incredible, and it's building. Still leaning against the glass, she slides her robe over her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. Her nipples have hardened, and she pushes them against the glass, pressing the tips into her breasts. She lets out a slight gasp, turning her head to the side, pressing her cheek on the window. She rubs her chest up and down a few times, feeling the electricity run through her tits, and into her torso. Her hand subconsciously runs up her thigh, and cups her pussy, as she closes her eyes.
The fire inside her flares, the touch of her hand on her crotch increasing her arousal so much that she lets out a gasp. She rubs, letting the pulse of pleasure run up her body, feeling her legs start to get feeble. She spreads them, bracing herself more against the window. She slowly slips her middle finger into her pussy, letting out another gasp. She could feel an early orgasm coming, although she wanted to hold out. She hooks her finger, rubbing it along the upper wall of her pussy, glancing on her g spot. She almost loses her balance as a massive spasm flows through her. She pushes her breasts up against the glass again, and slides her finger out of her pussy.
Regaining her composure, she walks over to her bedroom door. A slight trickle of her juice was running down her leg, and she could feel the massive tingling inside her building as she walked, her wet lips rubbing against her thighs. With her wet finger in her mouth, she opens her door, steps through, and walks to her bed.
It's a queen sized bet, with perfectly sized bedposts at the corners. She sets her eyes on one of them. Staring at the post, she crunches down, spreading her legs open, and pulls close to the corner of the bed. She wraps her arms around the post, and presses her crotch against the side of the curvy post. The wood splits her lips apart, and her swollen clit makes contact with the surface of the post. She gasps, and immediately starts rubbing frantically up and down the post. She can feel her orgasm approaching, and pulls away. She then pulls forward again, smashing against the pole. A massive wave of electric pleasure flows through her, her clit feeling like it's about to explode, she rubs upward then stops. Her orgasm was almost there, begging to come, but she won't allow it. Not yet.
She stands up and positions her soaking lips above the bedpost. She gently lowers herself onto it, slightly spreading out her lips. She grasps her breasts, cupping and pushing them upward, not wanting to neglect them. Her nipples harden even more, hurting just a little. She cups her right breast, pushing all the way up, and bends her neck down, pulling her nipple into her mouth. She sucks intently, feeling the lightning travel from her nipple, from her pussy, to the rest of her body. She sits down on the post, taking a good 8 inches all the way into her pussy. She throws her head back, letting go of her chest, putting her hand on the sides of the bed. She sits down more, taking as much of the post in, stretching her immensely. She could feel the post inside her, pushing out on her vaginal walls, the massive pleasure causing her mouth to gasp open, and her mind begin to lose touch with reality. She opens her eyes, although can't comprehend what she's seeing. All she knows is what's going on between her legs, inside her. She moves up and down, slightly, feeling the ball on the tip of the post press against her cervix, stretching out her tight pussy. She grasps the remaining part of the post on the bottom, and leans back, rubbing the ball on the top of her pussy. Leaning back more the massive wooden object makes contact with her g spot.
Her eyes fly open, then clamp shut, as her orgasm takes over her entire body. In her mind all she feels is everything imaginable that's good, built up inside her, causing every nerve of her body to explode with unimaginable pleasure. Her pussy clamps down hard on the post, her clit pulsates, her leg muscles tightening up. Her torso convulses forward, her massive orgasm making every muscle in her body contract with ecstasy. She opens her mouth to scream out, but the wave of a second orgasm pulses up from her pussy lips, into her clit, then spreads out through her body, making everything stiff. Her mouth frozen open, she opens her eyes. Her second orgasm flushed out through her body, reaching the highest climax she ever experienced, and held there. She has no idea how long, her entire sense of time lost in ecstasy. Her pussy convulses on the post hard, her body vibrating, and she loses consciousness.
She wakes up several hours later, laying face down on the bed. The perfect roundness of the bedpost allowed her to slide off after her cumming, and she figured she must've pulled up on it enough for her to fall off with no problems. She smiles, then giggles. She looks back at the post, it glistening from the moonlight shining from the window, through her open bedroom door. Letting out a sigh, she closes her eyes for a minute, and realizes her favorite blanket is laying on the bed next to her. It was a small quilt, knitted for her years ago, by her mother shortly before she had died. She clutches the corner running her finger along the embroidery. Her name. Mieka. | BedLove | [
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*A thousand "Thanks!" to Bob from Illinois for his valuable help.
The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people.
By clicking on a blue WmSexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.
Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex. A number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter.
Fan mail, well-intentioned questions, and constructive criticism are welcome; I do my best to respond when an e-mail address is supplied.
Thank you. WS
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*Chapter 54: Wayne Gets an Eyeful*
Acting like newlyweds, Carly and I couldn't keep our hands out of each other's pants. We practiced being careful about not attracting our parent's attention. Any effort was worth it; we'd found something too good to give up. Happily, we found we could usually get in a quickie during chores. It might be a different story come colder weather, but for now it was a high point of every day to go outside together each day.
Careful clothing selections allowed us to do a lot during 'homework' time. If we wanted to get together at night, but couldn't explain being in each other's room, we'd sneak downstairs after our folks had gone to bed. Being sure to each have a glass of something just in case, we'd then head to the sofa. By wearing nothing under our bathrobes, we could get naked or covered in a second flat, making it easy to screw like rabbits.
Usually I'd get over to see Lynn and Beth a couple times between each Monday through Thursday. During the week I'd make love to Lynn a little more than with Beth, but I certainly didn't ignore her either. One of the most incredible weekends I ever had was when the Troutman's took Jim two states away because he won a regional 4H award. While I couldn't sleep over, most of the weekend was spent having sex with all three girls at once. It was just as well that I slept at home; I needed the rest. With Beth, Lynn, and Carly working on me, my penis was in a hand, mouth, or pussy almost constantly.
About 3 weeks after our first group party, we took a day trip as a group to Chicago to hit the incredible Museum of Science and Industry. On the way there and back we stopped at a number of Pharmacies to stock up on condoms.
Our gang of 5 went everywhere together. Jim and I were young and virile enough that any girl who wanted it never went home without having had intercourse. With three "sisters," any girl that wanted to feel a girl's tongue on her clit was never disappointed.
Just as I would visit Lynn and/or Beth. Jim would come over to my house sometimes. He, Munchkin, and I started taking after dinner 'walks'. We'd stroll casually until we were out of sight from the house, then head for the hayloft. Several unused horse blankets were now stored in a hidden pocket between hay bales. After quickly fashioning a "bed," Jim and I would take turns making love to Munchkin, or share her.
Often Munchkin enjoyed having a boy at each end. She'd suck on Jim while I screwed her; then we'd switch. Sometimes Carly liked to be on her hands and knees, sometimes on her back or side. Having Carly suck me from underneath as I knelt over her face was a particular favorite of mine; it excited me greatly to see her do that with Jim as well.
Roughly 2 months after our group formed, a new wrinkle was introduced into our sex lives. On a particular Wednesday night I'd gone over to see Lynn. One thing hadn't changed, I still had a special attraction for Lynn, and I wanted to make love to her very much that night. As usual, we'd slipped out of the house to go for a 'walk', doubling back to the Troutman's tiny guesthouse. Once inside we were all over each other.
Anytime we'd been apart for a day or two, we'd start by making out as if we hadn't seen each other for a month. We French kissed like mad; my hands worked frantically until they held her magical bared breasts.
Lynn liked to rub my chest and nipples first, then loosen my pants so she could grab my buns. It was normally 5, often 10 minutes, before we'd begin to grope between our lover's legs. Sometimes we'd 69 until we both came at least once, then we'd continue eating each other until I was ready to mount her.
Some nights we were both so turned on we'd just fight to bare our genitals and skip the foreplay. Afterwards, we'd make out or 69 while taking in all the sights until we were ready for a second serious screwing.
On that particular Wednesday evening Lynn and I were very happily feeling each other up. Our lips were locked, our tongues were playing nicely together, and our fingers were busy removing our partner's clothing. We'd been engaged in foreplay for 15 minutes, the time for penetration was nigh. What we didn't know was someone else was also looking forward to me mounting Lynn.
Warm and cloudless, it was a moonlit night. If you stood behind the guesthouse, the moonlight pouring in the front windows made it easy to see almost everything we did on the small bed we used. The bushes and canopy of trees behind the house kept it dark there on even the brightest night. The glare on a rear window from any light in the room, plus the screen beyond it, turned the window over the tiny 'kitchen' sink into a virtual one way mirror.
The man masturbating as he watched teenagers preparing to have intercourse knew he wouldn't be seen. He knew it because it was his house, he'd checked. He also knew because he'd watched them before.
Wayne Troutman had quite by chance seen his daughter and me head into the guesthouse one night. Once a lonely farm boy himself, his instincts instantly told him what was likely happening inside his guesthouse. The first time he'd spotted us, he told himself he was just going to "see how far those two kids are going."
His wife was a fanatical Baptist. Wayne loved God and hoped God loved him, as most farmers do. Unlike his wife, and a lot of the hypocrites at his church, Wayne felt sex was a wonderful, natural part of life. He'd long been sick of sex being decried as evil by people who'd cheerfully fuck over their neighbors to make $5 off them. He knew how hard it was to find a little happiness in this neck of the woods, so Wayne was reluctant to run in shouting before he knew what they were up to.
At first, watching the two kids making out was nostalgic, and it wasn't like they were babies any longer. It reminded him of how he felt at that age when he'd discovered girls for himself. His parents had both been Bible-thumpers who felt the answer to everything was in the Bible, even if it was written by people who thought the world was flat and every disease was caused by an angry God, not a germ.
Wayne enjoyed reading scripture, but as far as girls, sex, and birth control, it didn't help at all. In fact some parts of the Good Book were pretty racy, it only made him want to fool around even more. He'd come to believe their "good people wait until their married" line was mostly a big load of bull dung they used to avoid having to explain anything tricky to their three kids. Hey, like what was going to happen then? Would someone slip them a copy of the "Really Good Fucking" manual 5 minutes after their wedding vows?
Wayne and his wife were both virgins when they'd first made love. He'd impregnated her the third time they'd had sex. She'd been almost as ignorant about her own body as he was. Marge had enjoyed sex at first, but once she'd gotten pregnant she nearly dried up. Marge liked having babies to mother, so she'd put up with sex from time to time, but only so she could have her family. In fact, for years now, Marge was actually embarrassed by sex, having grown up brainwashed that God only wanted people to have sex when they tried to make a baby. In addition, she had a stupid notion that people should pretty much limit themselves to the "missionary position." This had made sex with Marge damned near like work. Like God really cares who's on top when a baby gets made, geeezzz!
As Wayne watched his daughter in action, he soon realized she was the kind of lover he'd always wanted. Wayne hadn't been laid in a month of Sundays, so he became exceptionally aroused watching. He hadn't intended to be a voyeur, but even as he thought about barging in, the realization that he might get to see his beautiful daughter naked froze him into inaction.
As her clothes came off, and his fantasies were at last fulfilled, he soon needed relief. Never in his life had he seen anything as exciting as when Larry's hard penis began pumping between Lynn's legs. His erection had grown to its fullest dimensions all on it's own; his penis was deviling him for release.
The protective Father SHOULD have run in to "save" his daughter. However, the terminally frustrated man unzipped his pants, freed his aching erection, then masturbated. He came within a minute. An exceptional amount of semen shot against the side of the house long before the lovers inside reached their climax. At least it looked like an exceptional amount to Beth who'd followed her father from the house.
Beth had set out to warn her sister that their Dad was on the prowl, or maybe distract him if he got close, but she never got the chance. When she'd seen him start watching, she froze, not knowing what to do. When he'd taken out his penis, then began to stroke himself furiously, she instantly knew what to do. Keeping out of sight, Beth lowered her panties and strummed like hell until she came with an earth-moving orgasm.
Seeing her father's erection weeks ago in the barn, stilled haunted her fantasy life. He had a magnificent cock, and Beth loved looking at it. Certainly she'd seen that breath-taking erection in more than one dream. Moments after Wayne had come, his youngest daughter came as well. The coupling couple in the guesthouse had no idea how many people were deriving pleasure from their love making.
Once Wayne knew that Lynn and Larry were an item, he watched like a hawk, waiting for them to "sneak out" so he could observe them having sex. Following years of frustration, he was enjoying the best orgasms he'd had since his sexually barren marriage began.
Damned if the kids weren't teaching him things about having sex he'd never dreamed of. The first time he'd seen them 69, he came so hard his knees buckled. Wayne always had an excuse ready if his wife asked where he was going. "Hurmffpp, well the calf had a fever this morning, just going to check on her. Maybe give her a bottle."
Beth always knew when Lynn was planning to go out. She'd usually leave first, so she'd be hiding out of sight in the old outhouse, just waiting with her panties off to see her father stroke his lovely penis until it spit. She always had spine-melting orgasms, yet there was something more she wanted.
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*This is chapter one of my new mini-series for the SoFurry Winter Contest. I hope you all enjoy it, and look for the next * two chapters, hopefully all up by the weekend!
*Characters are (c) to me!*
Falling snow had a distinct sound to a wolf. It was a muted, muffled sound and yet it was one which brought excitement soaring into the blood-stream. She shivered a little, her ears perking as she poked her nose out from underneath the bush, her head tipping to the side as she inhaled the chilled air. It scalded her nose even as it invigorated her. Energy was roaring into her veins, her breathing steadily speeding up, visible as two almost constant plumes of breath flared above her.
She disappeared into the bush for a brief heartbeat before lunging out; her body lean from a hard summer's hunting. Her black fur was liberally scattered along the head and shoulders with snow, her shoulders and stomach tinged a steel grey made darker by the melting snow underneath her. She shook slowly, feeling her thick fur and loose skin shifting about her body as she moved. There was only one thing left to do as the snow began to blanket the ground underneath her paws, and that was to call those roaming wolves back to her side.
Her head lifted, her lungs swelling before she howled. The song wasn't distorted by the snow, the thin covering on the ground not yet muffling the clear command in the tone. *Come to me; follow my voice back home*. Those words were unspoken; however they were clear-cut and soon answered by voices of different levels, all conveying the same message. *Coming!*
The entire time she waited, the snow lingered on her black fur, settling on the tips of the double-pelt before melting when confronted with the body-heat coming from the she-wolf. Leaving the fur in spikes, she first heard the muffled steps coming to her left. She whirled, her tail swirling behind her before she yipped, running headlong to meet the grey form of her sister.
They twisted as they leapt into the air, their bodies crunching together before separating. No words were exchanged, instead noses pressing against the prime body parts. Cold, damp nose-pads were forced under bellies before pressing tenderly into cheeks and soft growls of affection were exchanged, twin eyes of amber gleaming as one.
With the pack forming again, it didn't take too long for the next pair to make their presence known, both subservient to the sisters now perching themselves on their haunches. They approached slowly, cringing lower to the ground and with their ears back, their smoky grey pelts dusted with the faintest of snowfall.
They crept towards the darker of the females as one being, their shoulders almost touching as they submissively lapped at her jaw, held high up before she let out the softest of rumbling growls. They both paused in place before backing away, leaving the grey female without the greeting her presence demanded as the Beta of the pack. She was to be disappointed however; as yet more wolves emerged from between the trees, their paws so quiet on the snow-littered ground as to appear ghostly but for the prints they left behind.
"Welcome friends, family! We are, as you know, now able to hunt together again. The branch-horns have birthed and now are many and weakened as we are strengthened by the cold. We will feast well at every hunt. When the time comes, an Alpha will make himself known and we will grow again as we haven't since my mother and father ruled the pack. Now let us sing, let our voices ring together as we tell the world how strong we are and how little we long for anything more than the warmth of fur at our sides, the ground beneath our feet and the heat of the hunt in our blood."
The black's impassioned speech had the others yipping in agreement before as one mighty beast, like a hive with one mind, they lifted their head in song. The eerie tune rang over the forests and across the plains that made up the mighty home of the pack. Home to wolves far larger than most, these were intelligent creatures able to think and rationalise far beyond their canine appearance.
The black female alone stood head and shoulders above her less intelligent kin and she was one of the smallest in the pack, despite being the leader. Dotted through the pack were wolves that dwarfed her, marking her youth far clearer then her too-long legs and over-sized paws. Soft growls billowed through her chest as she stretched before bounding into the midst of the pack. Not large and yet, not small, there were a full twenty three members of the pack, fourteen of those her own family and the rest outsiders allowed to join.
She only stopped on her way through the pack when she heard the sound of her sister baying at her to stop.
"Cryo! Will you wait for me? You know you need to keep me at your side. You are young, still learning after taking over and though you are growing well...you still need the aid I'm offering you." Cryo sighed softly, swinging her large head around and flashing the oversize teeth that filled her jaw at her sister.
"I know I have you to thank, Skyler. Without you, the pack wouldn't have accepted me, but you need to understand that I am grown now. My pack need me to be the strongest leading female I can be until we've hunted and filled our stomachs on more than the half-branches that linger for the pairs to hunt or the rabbits for those that hunt alone. When we find the male we are meant to find, then you will step down." Her voice became a harsh growl as she stepped towards her sister.
Her brow was lowered, her eyes shadowed as she took one step and then another. Her body was lean but muscled, the black pelt bristling and adding the illusion of size to her rather slender frame. Skyler stepped back as she moved forwards, her eyes hard on those of her sister before she dropped them down, acknowledging her sister as the more dominant out of them. Triumphant but not hasty, Cryo stepped forwards again until her sister backed away properly, leaving her alone and free to travel through the pack without her not so little shadow at her side.
She greeted each wolf individually, rubbing her body against theirs before bounding about in excitement. The thrill of the hunt was upon her and suddenly she became frantic, dashing through the pack wordlessly and gathering the others to her side. She was panting, filled with an anxious energy that had her ears perked with quivering urges.
There wasn't much she could do but gather them up, feeling Skyler sliding up to her side and just down from her shoulder. Cryo was urgent as she lifted her head and almost bayed, calling the attention of the entire pack to her.
"With such a huge amount of us gathered, we need to split into three main packs. Each pack will break into half, with the target of three branch-horns being our prey before we feed. You will each have a leader, three hunters and the rest will be normal wolves. I will lead one group, Skyler will lead yet another and the final group...will...be...led...by...Shil. Shil, will you come here please."
The timid, shell-shocked male broke free from a group of his brothers, his eyes widened as he stepped towards the Alpha female. He was a truly monstrous beast when compared to her relative daintiness. The summer hunting had only increased his size so now he stood more than half again over her head, his golden eyes fixed to the ground in submission despite his size. He was a typical grey wolf, his coat a mottled effect though longer in preparation for the winter that had finally begun.
With his ears flicked back, Cryo smiled at Shil before sitting, waiting for him to copy the movement before she spoke.
"I know you wonder why I chose you as a leader, Shil. You are the biggest male now, the one able to command almost the largest of wolves. You will take the dominant males with your three hunters. They will try to test you; you need to prove to them that you aren't a weakling. If you can hold your own...well. You will be rewarded handsomely when the time comes." He lifted his eyes to Cryo's his head tipping slightly to the side before he nodded.
"I understand, Cryo. I'll go pick my pack now then wait for your signal to move out. I'm guessing you want us to keep our voices to ourselves?" Cryo was almost surprised by his words, nodding swiftly before watching him head off, gaining a sense of pride as his strides became filled with a sense of purpose.
"Skyler, go pick your own group. Remember, no more than three hunters. I'll pick my own three. Split the others how you like. You know who I prefer to hunt with." Cryo's voice allowed for no mistakes to be made, Skyler dipping her head politely and with the softest of growling approval. Cryo was left alone for a few minutes, watching as the others shifted themselves about their groups. Her own group was the smallest next to Shil's, Skyler having the largest group of wolves.
Cryo shifted herself to her feet and stretched slowly out, growling as the tension in her spine eased. Moving to her place at the head of her pack, the smaller portion of which she knew to be utterly loyal to her and everything she stood for. She was prepared, though one last time she lifted her voice, not in song but in direction.
"Make sure to hunt only the old and the weak, and howl if you see any outsiders! We will have our Alpha this night or I will revoke my hold on you all as Alpha female." Her words caused a silence which was telling. There was no promise that any outsiders would turn up, let alone one to rule beside her. They began to whisper between the smaller packs, their ears splayed before Cryo lifted her head in joyous song.
*Shil, move out, head to the left of the territory and move with silence. Good hunting and good running! Skyler, you take the right, head to the mountains and move with confidence. Good footing and good hunting, remember to keep your noses up and your hearing keen! My pack, come to me; let us forge ahead with patience. Good speed and good fortune is upon us!*
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My eyes blink rapidly trying to adjust to the invading sunlight as it begins filling the bedroom with its warmth, my eyes finally able to focus on the tableside clock before turning to fix on Ashley lying next to me sleeping. My mind instantly remembers the events from the previous night. Ashley asking me to sit on the edge of the bed as she inserts a cd into the player, careful to block my view leaving me puzzled. My laughter and anticipation filling the room as T-Pain's "I'm in luv wit a stripper," pours from the speakers. Her robe slipping to the floor with her back to me as her hands explore every inch of her body, teasing me, her body inches in front of me as she bends over as if touching her toes her perfect bottom literally in my face. My mind fixates on the erotic movements from the night before, the way her lingerie fell to the floor after receiving my own personal lap dance, the bass pounding through the speakers.
Now, watching her while she sleeps, I'm in awe of her beauty. Still my heart skips a beat and my breath catches in my throat. "Morning," she greets me, her voice barely audible yet still able to startle me while her eyes remain closed.
Grinning, I carefully brush aside strands of long blonde hair from her face. "How did you know?" I whisper softly.
"I always know when your eyes are on me, I feel them." Her eyes flutter open, the blue in them brightening as they too adjust in the sunlight.
"You have more than fifteen minutes, go back to sleep."
Her hand reaches for me, fingers brushing my cheek and my lips unable to help themselves, instinctively seek contact with them. Arms wrapping around each other's bodies, I gently kiss along her neck her head tilting back to accommodate my hungry lips, brushing along her jaw line, my lips finally arrive at their destination.
"I'm not so tired suddenly," Ashley chuckles. With my legs on either side straddling her body, I pull her night shirt up over her head, our lips passionately resume, while my mind continues to carefully play through the previous night's events. My hands cup and massage her heavy breasts as her own hand cups my panty-clad pussy, the pressure forcing the silky material to rub against my aching pussy, causing a loud moan to escape between my quivering lips into her hungry mouth. "Sit back," Ashley growls. I lean back while Ashley sits up removing my own shirt in one simple whoosh, my breasts bouncing freely inches in front of her face. "Mmm much better view." Her lips close around a hard nipple, her hand sliding into my panties, fingers rubbing my clit. My mind instantly becomes a blur once direct contact is accomplished, my arms wrapping tightly around her body for support as her fingers continue fondling my hard clit. Her other hand rests on my back, as her expert fingers move from my clit to enter my very center. Ashley tilts her head back, eyes watching my expression while her fingers move inside of me. My eyes tightly close, my hips keeping pace with her fingers now pumping steadily in between my thighs. "You enjoy my fingers stroking deep inside your pussy don't you baby?" My moans build, increasing in volume as seconds and then several minutes pass.
"I can't...much longer," I gasp, biting down hard on my lip not wanting to ride the wave over the edge just yet. Leaning forward, Ashley buries her face in my cleavage. My excitement trickles down my creamy thighs.
"I know what you're thinking, you're thinking about the lap dance, your lap dance. The way your eyes focused intensely on my breasts, my hips, my legs, and of course...my ass." Her fingers pump furiously inside as the inevitable arrives. My head whips back, every fiber of my being is engulfed with my orgasm, my pussy squeezing tightly around her fingers holding them captive. Panting, trying to catch a breath, blinking as my eyes readjust I feel her withdraw her fingers and my eyes focus just in time to watch her fingers disappear inside of her mouth, her lips closing around the wetness. More juice spills out between my thighs as the room fills with her moans while she sucks on her slick fingers.
The forgotten alarm suddenly buzzes startling me causing me to jump as Ashley laughs and winks at me. Her fingers pop out of her mouth and her body begins to move to the edge of the bed. Reaching toward the alarm, my hand slams down instantly silencing it. "Hell no," I declare Ashley laughing all the while. I grab her hand, her fingers still sticky and close my mouth around them.
"I guess I have time for a quickie."
My fingers hook the side of her panties and slide them down her smooth legs and over her feet. Touching the material in the center, I feel a rather large wet spot. "If you didn't have the time, you would make the time," I confidently reply tossing the moist panties to the side. Watching the panties land on the corner, Ashley looks at me a huge smiling forming. "You bet." My hands resume their descent down her body, over her flat stomach, her tan thighs when her hand unexpectedly grabs mine, her eyes locking with mine when she demands, "Don't tease me, fuck me."
For a split second I freeze with shock at never having heard Ashley speak this way before, but unable to deny the instant gush those very words sparked. I slide down her perfect body and begin sucking on her clit, my fingers stroking inside. Her hips forcefully push her center against my face, my tongue working on overdrive trying to keep up before being rewarded with a flood of her juices spilling from her center. I decide to continue without pause, her hand suddenly on the back of my head as she rides my face to her second orgasm. Gasping, I barely hear her ask me to come to her. For two minutes we cuddle in the glorious afterglow before Ashley starts to get up out of bed. "Hold on a minute," I grab her hand. "What was that a moment ago?"
Grinning she replies, "Just an idea I had, turn you on did it?" she inquires raising an eyebrow. Pulling her body to me, I kiss her softly and remind her of the obvious. "One look at you is all it takes." This time she initiates the kiss. "I need to shower this minute, or I will be late for work." I nod and release her watching as she hops out of bed and hurries into the bathroom, breasts bouncing, ass swaying, turning me on all over again.
When I enter the bathroom, Ashley is already in the shower. "It's Friday, tonight we should go out, you still haven't been to Swirl." I turn on the water faucet and grab a wet wipe. "That sounds great, tonight is ladies' night," she answers over the sound of running water.
"You want me to make you breakfast, something to go?"
"No thanks. There's always food at the office, usually bagels. One of the many perks I enjoy."
"You still enjoy going to the office, this job must be a keeper then?"
The water abruptly shuts off and instantly the curtain whips back. Without hesitation my head turns, my eyes drinking in every inch of her dripping beauty as if in a trance. Grabbing a towel, Ashley dries off and wraps the towel around her body and I pout once all is covered. Ashley steps out and turns to close the curtain, her towel falling and exposing her backside. I certainly don't miss a beat and appreciate the chance to continue admiring her body openly before lifting my eyes to hers, a knowing smile on her face. "Another quickie?" I offer.
"Yes please, but it will have to wait."
I was afraid that might turn out to be the answer. Oh well no harm in trying. "Coffee?"
"That will do, thank you."
I step forward closing the gap between us and place a finger under her chin. "I love you." A tender kiss and my thumb delivers a gentle caress on her lower lip before reluctantly withdrawing and allowing her room to get dressed. I exit the bathroom and hurry to the kitchen to begin the coffee. Ashley appears in the doorway as I'm pouring in the creamer. I pass the coffee to her and in between sips of my green tea I inform her, "The 110 to Pasadena is clear, no accidents."
"Thank goodness."
"Just the usual Friday morning traffic to contend with."
"That's bad enough. Sandra is booked all day today and Monday she is due in court most of the day. I must say the experience is excellent and I'm learning about family law." Ashley looks around to make sure she isn't forgetting anything and then runs her hands over her skirt smoothing it as if there were a wrinkle present.
"What time today?" I eagerly ask as I accompany her downstairs to the garage.
"Before 5:00."
"I'm not sure I'll last until then."
"I'm not surprised," she remarks throwing everything into the car and then folding her arms in front of her chest. "After the amount of time you spent staring at my body in the bathroom, I bet you can't wait to see me."
"Guilty as charged. After two months together, one would think the passion would settle down a bit between us, instead I want you more than ever. I can't help but to look at you constantly."
"I didn't say you were looking, I used the word staring."
"You're gorgeous Ashley, stunning."
Leaning into my body, she whispers in my ear, "I do believe you've told me this before at a certain shopping mall inside of a certain clothing store." She gently blows into my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine as always. She kisses me. "I love you Casey."
Waving, she drives down the street heading towards the 110. I hurry upstairs and straight into the shower. Hours later, inside my office, I hang up the phone and steal a glance at the clock before increasing the volume on the radio in time to hear the traffic report. I listen closely as I fax the appropriate paperwork to the bank. Heavy congestion and one accident, fortunately further on down the 110. Closing the programs still open on the computer, I hear the doorbell and walk downstairs thinking it must be UPS. I look out the peephole and am surprised to see anything other than someone dressed in brown. Knowing a woman is standing outside and little else, I open the door.
"Yes?"
"I'm looking for Ashley?"
"I'm afraid she isn't here right now, but I'm happy to take a message. You are?"
The woman standing before me doesn't respond, her expression remains carefully neutral, her eyes never leaving mine. Her brown hair is cut short and while not beautiful, standing here dressed casually in jeans she is attractive.
"You're Casey."
It's not so much a question as a statement.
"That's correct and you are?"
Silence ensues for a minute before she finally answers. "Mary."
My eyes widen before I have a chance to hide my surprise. I stand staring at her before finally asking her, "What are you..."
"Is Ashley inside?"
The shock rapidly disappears, my eyes narrow not appreciating being cut off mid sentence and in a neutral tone I respond, "My answer remains the same as before, no she isn't."
Her eyes wander up and down my body, her face continuing to remain neutral, hard to read. "When will Ashley be back?"
"I'm not sure." It was lame answer, but not a complete lie. Perhaps she would stop off somewhere on her way home, or traffic would worsen?
Shaking her head, Mary turns to walk back to the driveway. "Fine, I'll wait for her."
I, too, shook my head not keen on the idea of her ambushing Ashley when she arrives home. Without thinking I call out, "You're going to just sit and wait in the car?"
Mary continues walking as she replies, "If you have a problem with that, I'll move my car to the street in front of your neighbors."
"It's hot outside and you may have to wait awhile."
"Thanks for your concern, but I'll be fine," she hollers and she slides into the driver's side and starts the car.
Now she is beginning to piss me off. A memory suddenly flashes through my mind of Ashley telling me about how she cried when she told Mary about us having been together. Crying only because she felt she should have broken up with Mary before her and I engaged in sexual activities. I also remembered Ashley telling me how Mary had propositioned her, me or Mary. I thought about that first day when Ashley and I had sat at the kitchen table eating duck and drinking diet sodas as I pulled my cell from my back pocket and dialed Ashley's cell. Damn, straight to voicemail. I let out a deep breath and began walking to the end of the driveway motioning for Mary, who is patiently sitting inside of her car parked in front of the neighbors'. She gets out as I holler, "This is ridiculous, if you are determined to wait for Ashley, then you will wait inside with me. When Ashley arrives home you can say whatever you came here to say."
We walk up the drive in silence not that I had expected her to say a word when suddenly she whispers, "Thanks."
This day is just full of surprises another of which is the black Honda approaching and honking. I instantly turn my head in the direction of the horn in time to see Ashley smiling and waving. Her hand becomes still, mouth beginning to drop open. Whipping into the drive, she kills the engine, the door flies open and Ashley jumps out taking long strides across the drive. I knew she wouldn't be happy when she saw our guest, but I honestly didn't understand the degree of anger present on her face.
"That better not really be you Mary." She arrives at my side pushing her Oakley's on top of her head, her angry eyes staring holes through Mary.
Mary's eyes never leave Ashley, her expression suddenly becomes apologetic, all the confidence and strength from before vanishes. If I didn't know better, I would say Mary had expected Ashley's reaction. "You look..." her eyes roam down Ashley's body, "Fantastic."
I step forward, but Ashley holds out her hand. "I can't believe you are actually here." Pausing to shake her head, "Why the hell are you here Mary?" Apparently it dawns on Ashley that Mary and I had been making our way inside because she points to the doorway and questions one octave below yelling, "Inside?" Her eyes turn to me and for an instant my body stiffens, but her expression immediately softens. "Inside?" she questions again, but this time her voice is much softer.
"Mary refuses to leave without speaking to you and I was hoping to spare you this ambush."
Her eyes glare in Mary's direction once again. Mary takes a step towards Ashley, her arm held out. Ashley doesn't flinch instead she demands, "What? What do you feel you must tell me?"
Mary looks at me, her face somehow neutral and I actually begin to feel sorry for her. I flash back to when Ashley told me how Mary had a gift of seeing the good in everyone and Ashley supposed it was because of this gift that Mary was able to live so carefree, never seemed to get angry or lose her temper at anyone. Right now all I want is to understand the reason behind Ashley's anger. In a firm voice Mary asks, "Do you mind giving us a minute alone?"
Before I have the chance to respond Ashley cuts in, "No, Casey isn't going anywhere. Continue."
Looking around to see if we have any witnesses, I calmly suggest, "Perhaps it would be best to move this inside?"
Ashley looks at me dumbfounded. "You're kidding?" Placing a hand on Ashley's shoulder, I lead her off to the side. "Doesn't it bother you that she is here?"
"More than you can imagine."
Staring up into my eyes Ashley asks me again, "You were really going to invite her into our house?" There was no anger behind her eyes, just a need to understand. "I wanted to spare you this exact ambush. I was hoping you would see the car and realize we had company and once I heard the garage open, I was going to meet you downstairs and warn you. At least give you thirty seconds to prepare." Ashley nods, her shoulders relaxing as she lets out a drawn out sigh. The need to wrap my arms around her is almost too much to bear. I want to kiss the pain visible on her face away and cuddle against her protecting her. Instead I ask her, "What am I missing here?"
Ashley stares up into my eyes, the pain melting back into anger. "Not now, I will tell you later I promise."
Seconds tick by, but I don't question it further. "She is here and we are already this far along. Let's just go inside where at least it's air conditioned, listen to what she has to say and then send her on her way and enjoy the weekend together. Okay?"
"Sounds like a plan." We grab a hold of one another's hand. "Wait a second. You mentioned a car in the driveway, what car?" I point to the car parked in front of the neighbor's house. "What is it doing over there?"
"Don't ask."
We approach Mary hand in hand, her eyes clearly upset, but she follows us inside without a word. Ashley points to the chair and she and I sit down together on the couch while Mary continues to stand. Ashley finally looks up at Mary and Mary takes it as her cue to begin.
"First and foremost, I miss you Ashley. I know we've been through our share of the bad, but there is also so much good and I want you to give us another chance. I know you are with someone new and I know how things were...left...between us, but I want another chance."
Shaking her head Ashley coolly replies, "No Mary. We have been up and down this road countless times. Our relationship was wonderful for a time, but it has obviously run its course. I'm with Casey now and I'm happy. Please believe me when I say I truly hope you find someone who makes you as happy as Casey makes me."
Tears are now forming in Mary's eyes and she must blink several times to keep them at bay. "For the past two months I have worked hard to make the changes in my life you had asked of me before. I have a new job that I'm pleased with and I enrolled in college. I am happy with the changes I've made, but I did it for you. Tell me it's not to late, please?"
"Mary I'm not sure how to make this clearer. What we had was wonderful, but our relationship has run its course. The spark, connection, what have you burned bright for years, but not now, not anymore. I'm sorry."
Mary reaches for Ashley so quickly Ashley nor I had time to respond. Holding her hand Mary whispers, "It doesn't have to end like this. Like it did."
As soon as Mary mentions the past, that spark of anger returns in Ashley's eyes, and she yanks her hand back as if she had nearly touched a snake. "No!"
"Why are you so angry with me?" Mary demands, anger now present in her voice.
"I come home and find you here completely out of the blue, talking with my girlfriend and doing god only knows what." Ashley stands from the sofa and I follow as well sensing something is about to happen, the pain evident on her face. "I try not to think about it and being here with Casey makes it easier, but I will never forget and seeing you when I pulled up...it just reminded me and the entire event played before my eyes so clearly and I was reminded how I was too shocked to do or say anything then so I let you have it today."
Something passes in Mary's eyes, perhaps embarrassment, shame, or both, but whatever it is only served to fuel her flames. "You cheated on me, unless you have conveniently forgotten that!"
"I know that!" Ashley screams stepping forward, closing the gap between them. "I have apologized repeatedly, and I know it hurt you, but I didn't deserve your reaction, your... punishment."
"You broke my heart! My supposed wife betrays me so yes I was pissed excuse me, would you have preferred I didn't give a damn?"
Ashley is now visibly shaking. "You told me I was a street whore, nothing more than a regular fucking street whore and then you slapped me. I was too shocked to do something so I lied there on the floor stunned, I mean you never lose your temper, let alone...and with me no less. And if that wasn't enough when I stood up, you just had to slap me a second time."
My eyes are wide with surprise, my body frozen as everything sinks in and with realization comes fury and I launch myself at Mary.
"You did what?" I exclaim as I reach out to grab her, Ashley's body stepping between us just in time.
"This doesn't concern you," Mary bellows standing her ground while Ashley pushes me back.
"It certainly does."
"Sit down."
"Don't you dare order..."
"Casey!" Hearing Ashley yell my name is the only thing that makes me stop, that can stop me. At this moment, my cell rings. My eyes burn a hole into Mary. Ashley grabs me, fingers on my chin forcing me to look at her. "Take the call, let me handle this."
I open my mouth to protest, but she silences me. "Please, I didn't handle it last time, this is my chance. Please for me?"
I yank the cell from my pocket and flip it open walking to the stairs and heading up.
"Great news Case! I have a week of paid vacation time next month so I can visit you guys! Hello?"
"I heard you Teri," I grumble into the phone.
"Goodness Case who died?"
"Mary's here."
"Mary who?"
"Ashley's ex."
"Beg your pardon? You have got to be kidding me! What does she want?"
"To speak with Ashley."
"No way, tell her to leave."
"Can't."
"Fine pass her the phone, I'll happily do it."
"Ashley and she are downstairs talking."
"Without you?"
"I was there up until you called."
"In that case get back downstairs, goodbye."
"Wait, it's okay."
"She begging Ashley to take her back?"
"Something like that. You know for a second I actually felt sorry for her, I really did until..."
"Until what?"
"Apparently back in New York, when Ashley confessed that she and I had slept together, Mary lost it and called her names among other things." I couldn't even say it out loud.
"What do you mean other things?" Teri asked voice low and hard.
"I'm not going to repeat it, I can't right now."
"Did she hit Ashley?"
I let the question hang in the air unanswered. Finally I simply said, "I want to kick her ass."
"It's not to late Case, hell I think you should buy a gun."
I couldn't help but to laugh despite the seriousness in Teri's tone. "Don't tempt me."
"Look Case, Mary will be gone in a few minutes and that leaves you and Ashley. You two are all that matters, you have each other. She loves you and you her, got it?"
"Thanks."
"I have to go, are you going to be okay?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Alright, talk to you soon."
"Hey Teri."
"Yes?"
"We can't wait for you to get your behind down here."
"I know, I know."
Laughing we hang up and I hurry downstairs. Mary's head is hung low and Ashley is no longer angry. In fact, she looks quite relieved as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, a weight I had no idea was present. It bothers me that she kept this from me, but on the other hand, I understand why she did. Now all I can hope for is that she is finally able to unload here and now and feel cleansed afterwards.
Mary looks up when she hears my arrival. "I'm sorry Ashley, I really am. I did everything for the wrong reasons. I hope one day you can forgive me." Looking at Ashley one last time, she abruptly turns and walks downstairs and out the door.
With the sound of the door slamming shut, Ashley collapses and I catch her in my arms, holding her against me as the tears pour from her in rivers like a dam that has burst. I whisper sweet nothings to her and hold her tight as she lets it all out finally. After several minutes, I help her to the couch and she sits down leaning against my shoulder. "You feel better?" I ask.
She doesn't answer just simply nods. When she is able to speak she tells me the whole story. Exactly what happened in New York and what reasons Mary has given to explain not excuse her inappropriate behavior. Fear apparently had been the primary cause. I didn't really understand why, but I did know what it was like to be ruled by fear. Everyone has experienced being either the cause or effect or sometimes both of fear. Fear is not a good motivator when it comes to relationships, not just sexual relationships, any and all. I had learned that lesson early in life.
"I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I had no idea just how much it still affected me until I pulled into the driveway and saw her."
"A hot shower will make you feel better."
Nodding Ashley stands. "Do you mind if we stay in tonight?"
"Not a bit, I would enjoy that."
In the bathroom, I turn on the water and undress Ashley before stripping away my own clothes. Suddenly Ashley grabs me, her lips crushing mine, a need so strong driving her to pull me close, that I have a hard time catching a breath. My heart pounds against my chest as we kiss. Under the hot spray of water, we take turns washing one another, our lips only parting when absolutely necessary. The need consuming Ashley is understandable considering the circumstances, but I too had a growing need, a need that I couldn't clearly put into words.
After drying off, with Ashley's back against the sink for balance, our lips still dancing together, I finally break away, Ashley whimpering at the loss.
"I want to love you." I couldn't phrase it any better than this, but somehow I knew Ashley understood exactly what I wanted. Our lips pressing together again, we slowly walk back out of the bathroom, fumbling towards the bed until the heel of her foot bumps against the foundation. Ashley lies down, her eyes closed, her hands out above her head as I hold her foot in my hands, massaging gently and slowly in the beginning. I knead and massage every inch of her foot and then gently lower her foot and take the other one in my hands and repeat the same procedure.
"Oh this feels so good," she moans. Her chest rises and falls as she lies peacefully on the bed, perfectly content. This very sight sends a flame of desire sweeping through my entire body. I continue massaging her foot not wanting to cheat her out of this pleasure despite more pleasure sure to follow. While kneading the base of her foot, I raise her foot a bit higher, and moan as her toe disappears into my waiting mouth. I gently suck on her toe and am rewarded with a shiver from Ashley. My lips take another toe hostage and I suck harder with two captives now in my possession. Ashley's body is writhing on the bed, her hands running through her hair and down her chest. "Oh Casey," she moans my name as I take another hostage. My hands move to her ankle and calf, tracing the smooth skin with my fingers and lightly kneading her calf. After a few minutes, I switch to the opposite foot and work the magic once again. I keep my eyes on Ashley's face for the most part, but every now and again I peek at her center and notice with every passing minute, she glistens more. By the time I finish with her little hostages and move to her delicate ankle, her hands are kneading her breasts, her right hand every so often wandering down south. I release her foot, both hands now free to run along her smooth legs. Our eyes focus intently on one another and I feel the sole of her foot press against my breast, my nipple immediately responding. Her big toe and the one next to it spread just enough to allow my hard nipple between them. She moves her foot slowly back and forth, her toes fucking my taut nipple, the sight alone enough to make my knees go weak. I hold steady, enjoying the sensation to much to give it up. I lean forward, knees pressed against the mattress for balance, my hand reaching for her dripping pussy. Slowly I run my fingers along her center before dipping inside and scooping some of her sweet essence into my fingers. Withdrawing from her warm center, I run my sticky fingers over my nipple while Ashley's toes continue stroking my shiny nipple. I dip my fingers inside again and apply her excitement to my other nipple and her foot immediately begins stroking that nipple. Her own fingers travel south and then slip inside, my own fingers mirroring her actions on my body. Without any spoken words, we both make love to our pussies, watching the other one pump vigorously inside. Ashley's free hand is busy stroking her clit, my free hand flat on the mattress as I try to keep my balance. Both of my knees are shaking badly and I'm not sure I will be able to hold myself up when I orgasm. Suddenly Ashley stops completely and lowers her right foot south down my stomach, circling my belly button before pressing her toe inside of my center. I gasp both hands darting out seeking balance. As suddenly as it began, it stops. Ashley makes a come here motion with her index finger and it takes every ounce of self restraint I have not to jump in the air and land on her crushing her. Instead I gently lie on top of her, but in a 69 position. My tongue furiously laps at her center seeking every drop of honey, her tongue copying mine like Simon says. I spread her smooth lips apart and glide two fingers inside. My breath catches in my throat when I feel her enter me. I insert a third finger and shiver with anticipation knowing Ashley will follow suit. I cry out when a third digit penetrates. My lips wrap tightly around her clit and I moan against her clit and my body releases every ounce of fluid I have when I feel her moans vibrate through my clit. My head begins spinning from the pleasure leaking from my body as my lover's pleasure pours directly into my mouth. I work hard to capture every drop not able to bare the thought of missing some. Our sweaty bodies untangle and I roll to the side. I keep my hand on her skin needing to keep contact and apparently so does Ashley.
The next evening, having decided to go to Swirl, Ashley is dressed in a skirt while I'm in jeans. We stop at Charlie Trio's on Huntington and Alhambra Rd for dinner. I order calamari among other dishes, but I must have calamari. Sitting in a booth, our feet seek contact underneath the table. Slowly Ashley runs her foot up and down my pant leg until finally I can't think of anything else. "What was I saying?"
Ashley laughs and draws her foot away. "You talked to Teri and she has vacation time coming up."
"Oh yes, but first why don't you come sit next to me."
We finish dinner sitting with our thighs touching one another's, oblivious to everyone else in the restaurant, occasionally my hand rests and lingers on her thigh until the waitress stops by to check on us. Parking for Swirl was a challenge, but once inside we give our eyes a chance to adjust. Standing just inside the entrance, hand in hand we look around at our surroundings. The light inside is dim at best, but clearly both gay and lesbian couples were here tonight and at this particular moment Madonna's "Like a Virgin," was playing loudly. Round tables were scattered throughout and a group of women were shooting pool by the entrance. Ashley and I walk to the bar, noticing the four corners of the bar are pretty much in darkness. We pass a couple, lips locked obviously in their own world. Ashley stares and then smiles back at me. At the bar, we each take a stool and I order two beers. I learned of this bar shortly after arriving in LA. I had been here once before and it was an eye opening experience having come from the Midwest. We just didn't have a bar like this where I came from, or if we did I certainly had never found it. I met a woman within five minutes of my arrival, and I swear she waits for newcomers to visit. Her name is Rachael Yu, a very pretty Chinese woman with long dark hair and sexy dark eyes to match. She has a sexy deep voice which is what had done me in, and as Ashley and I take our first sip of beer I hear that deep voice holler, "Break," as the sound of billiard balls crashing into one another before scurrying off to their respective corners fills the room momentarily. Within a minute, I feel someone coming up behind me and I say, "Hello Rachael."
"Hello Casey, I haven't seen you around in awhile."
I spun around on my bar stool. "I've been very busy." I had shared with Ashley my night with Rachael. "Ashley this is Rachael, Rachael this is my girlfriend Ashley."
"This is your first time." It wasn't a question. Rachael had a smirk on her face.
"Don't even think about it."
Shaking her head Rachael lets out a rich deep laugh. Ashley looks at me smiling, she knows about my little theory. Rachael straightens up and looks at me. "I only ask if I may have one dance?"
I look at Ashley and she smiles. I nod and Rachael escorts Ashley onto the dance floor. A slow song begins and I look at them on the dance floor making sure Rachael is behaving herself. So far so good. I look around and locate the couple from earlier still engulfed in their own little world. Despite the lighting I can tell the redhead has her hands under the blonde's shirt, their bodies pressed so tightly together they look like sardines that just popped out of the cramped can. The song ends and Rachael and Ashley make their way back to the bar.
"She behaved herself," Ashley reports.
"Thank you Casey. It was good to see you again."
I nod as she makes her way back to the front of the bar. Ashley is watching the couple openly grope each other.
"Want to dance?" I offer.
Smiling she accepts my held out hand. Ashley leads us to a corner of the floor and I'm not a bit surprised. Her arms wrap around my neck and I hold her close enjoying the warmth of her body.
"Rachael told me to take care of you."
My eyes narrow. "Really?" Ashley nods smiling. Our bodies close any gaps between us, melding together beautifully. "I'll take care of you and you take care of me."
"You bet." Ashley wraps her arms around my waist but soon her fingers slowly slide under the shirt. My nipples are hard and waiting for her touch and when she slides her palms over my nipples, I back us up against the wall, her back lightly hitting the wall. My lips devouring hers, her legs wrap around my waist, my arms around her supporting her. I place my face close to hers so she can hear me say, "Deja vu."
Grinning ear to ear she replies, "Except this time our positions are switched."
"And it's a bar instead of a bathroom, we're moving up in locations."
Ashley laughs. "We should go home."
"Really?" I raise my eyebrow.
"Rachael told me to take care of you and that is exactly what I intend to do."
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*XXI*
"Far too many"
The day had started warm and it got steadily hotter and muggier as the afternoon wore on. I filled in time until we could leave without giving offence, allowing George to tell me some interminable story about the difficulty of getting his American bosses to pronounce his surname correctly. After this I thought I ought talk to Vicky and Simone and say thank-you for leaving me alone and contenting themselves with only the occasional yearning gaze in my direction. Before doing so, however, I took pity on Alicia, who was clearly beginning to suffer in the oppressive conditions in the tent, and told her that she could follow the example of most of the guests and go out for some slightly fresher air. So off she went to turn more male heads outside.
I let the twins back me into a corner and jabber away excitedly. They still looked incredibly fuckable but as conversationalists they favoured quantity over quality; I reflected, however, that in a few days I should be able to shut them up at will. I was happily imagining them naked, at my sexual service, and blessedly mute when it struck me that all of a sudden it had got very dark outside. I was about to remark on this when there was a blinding flash of light and a huge thunderclap and the heavens opened.
Instantly the tent began to fill with laughing and bedraggled guests. Some had been standing nearby and were not too badly affected but most of them had apparently been wandering farther afield because by the time they were washed up at the tent they were drenched. Alicia looked amazing; her light frock, wet through, was almost invisible as it clung lovingly to every contour of her huge bosoms.
But it had to be said that the cloudburst had worked wonders for the appearance of many of the other guests too; rainsoaked summery clothes adhered tightly to young female bodies and revealed shapely buttocks and nicely formed breasts wherever the eye rested.
Conditions in the tent had been uncomfortably hot and stuffy even when it was relatively empty. Now, as more and more soaking wet revellers crammed inside, the temperature and humidity increased alarmingly. Faces and bodies glowed with an admixture of rainwater and sweat that ensured that clothing remained sodden. The tent was filled far beyond its intended capacity and as people milled about they were forced to squeeze past each other's sweaty, clammy bodies.
In the midst of all this I had the most enormous erection. I had, of course, been sneaking to the toilets at intervals during the day to relieve my needs and I had intended to do so again before leaving, but now I was trapped. One young woman I had hardly noticed until now, but looking very sexy with her long wavy dark hair matted down with moisture and her happy, slightly tipsy face aglow with rain and sweat, began to press against me. When she politely allowed someone to pass she made sure she backed into me far more forcibly than necessary and her buttocks pressed hard against my groin. She giggled with surprise and delight at what she found there and pressed back even harder, with a quick wiggle of the hips thrown in.
I tried to back away but in doing so found myself jammed against other sweaty bodies. One of them belonged to a delicate-looking girl, not my usual type but very pretty with her long blonde hair and big beautiful eyes.
Suddenly I felt a movement in my pocket. Thinking for a moment that someone was trying to rob me (hardly likely, given my surroundings), I made a grab and found I had hold of yet another girl, who smiled flirtatiously at me and blew me a kiss before pulling her slippery wet hand from my grasp. Hardly had she disappeared into the throng than I felt another hand, this one surreptitiously but determinedly feeling its way down my lower abdomen. It belonged to the delicate girl, who was carefully looking the other way with an expression of faraway innocence as her fingers explored my groin. When they found their quarry they grabbed it firmly through my trousers and her face assumed a look of almost blissful wonder.
And so it went on. As I tried to navigate my way to where I had last seen Wendy, I forced my way past female bodies pressed against me and hands touching me everywhere and occasionally reaching into my pockets. I was terrified of what was happening but also highly aroused; my cock was throbbing with desire and demanding that I strip off and tell the girls to form an orderly queue (or, better still, a not-at-all orderly queue).
After a while I realised with relief that the rain was stopping and some guests were escaping the overcrowded tent. I was now able to reach a very concerned-looking Wendy. "James," she began, "those girls --"
"I know," I interrupted. "God knows what we're going to do now."
"Get out of here," she suggested, "before things get any worse."
This was good advice. I asked her to go and detach Alicia from the ardent young men surrounding her while I made my excuses to George.
Our goodbyes said, the three of us headed for the car and I checked with Wendy that she had been keeping clear of the alcohol. "Of course," she replied, clearly shocked that I should think her capable of disobedience.
"Good," I said, thrusting the car keys into her hand. "You're driving."
My companions both seemed surprised when instead of getting in the front I climbed in the back with Alicia, but it took only a moment for the penny to drop with Wendy. "I'm *desperate*," I whispered hoarsely by way of excuse (not that I needed one). "I can't possibly wait till we get home."
"Do you think you can contain yourself until we get to the end of George's drive?" asked Wendy with that knowing, indulgent smile she was getting so good at.
I said I thought I could manage. Anyway it took longer than that for me to unzip my fly and unleash my cock and for Alicia to struggle out of her knickers and hitch up her soggy frock.
Tastes change with age. Sex in cars, I have decided, is a case in point; in my twenties I relished the excitement of it but as the years have gone by I have come to prefer the comforts of a bed. The fuck with Alicia met my immediate needs but it was too cramped and uncomfortable to be entirely satisfactory and as I put her gently to one side to recover I promised myself a repeat later on at home.
As I sat next to her, reflecting on the garden party and dully wondering what the harvest would be, I absently felt in my pockets. My fingers found a screwed-up piece of rather damp paper; then another. My pockets were full of scraps of paper, bits of card, stuff like that. I pulled one out and examined it.
There was scribbled writing on it. "Kathryn," it read, followed by a cellphone number.
I reached for the next. It was a piece of card torn from the corner of a menu or some such. "Please, please, please call me. Your Sara," and a number again. I felt in my pocket again; the next was also card but seemed more regularly shaped. It was a passport-type photograph of the delicate otherworldly-looking blonde girl. On the back was written, "Fuck me." There was no name, just a number.
"What have you got there, darling?" asked Wendy.
I explained and she let out a low whistle. "How many?"
I rummaged in my pockets. "Plenty," I said. "Far too many."
After going through my pockets thoroughly, I laid out the notes as best I could on the parcel shelf. They varied from tiny scraps of paper to a large folded card. Each of them included a cellphone number. Except for the blonde girl's, each gave a name too, although with one or two exceptions, such as Elspeth, they meant nothing to me. Most contained a message, usually only a few words in tones varying from loving ("Yours, yours, for ever yours," for instance, or, "You are my dream, my destiny") to graphic ("I fuck for England" or, even more bluntly, "Your cocksocket"). The longest note was from Tammy (which was she?) giving a frighteningly explicit account of what she wanted me to do to her ("I wish I had more holes to offer you" was one of her milder sentiments), and there was one brief but cringeworthy poem that I cannot bring myself to quote.
I counted the notes. There were twenty-six of them. | Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt. 21 | [
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her desperate plea and cupped his hand around her right breast. He was surprised how firm it was and also by the hardness of her nipple. He moved his hand so that his palm gently caressed the tip of it and as he did so he heard her gasp.
She was gripping his wrist and trying to prise his hand from her breast but he resisted her easily. As he continued to caress her nipple he saw her close her eyes. She was panting quickly through an open mouth and he wondered if it was from her efforts or from excitement. Then he felt her hands relaxing from around his wrist and sensed that she was melting.
He quickly dropped to one knee and reached for the hem of her dress. Her legs were pressed tightly together but he pulled back her dress to expose her thighs. As he did so she pleaded breathlessly, "Oh please Mister Bidaya, I'm imploring you to stop," but he ignored her and forced his hand between her knees. Her eyes were still closed and as he moved his hand towards her crotch she gasped, "Oh please don't."
His fingertips reached the front of her panties and he probed gently through the silky material for her slit. Immediately he touched the soft depression she gave a tiny squeak and reached up with one hand to clutch at a naked breast. Her legs opened wider and he slipped his hand under her panties.
He was about to slide his fingers into her crevice when suddenly she jerked upright and cried out, "My God what am I doing?" Before he could grab her she had rolled sideways from the chair.
By the time he climbed to his feet she was at the other side of the desk. She was looking distraught and pleaded desperately, "Mister Bidaya you must give me a chance to compose myself. I'm not used to this behaviour and I need time to think. Please allow me to go to a bathroom."
He had no intention of chasing her around the desk and if she had melted once she would do so again. "Of course you may Miss Henderson. There is one just along the corridor and another in the hallway downstairs."
She had lost one shoe in her panic but left it where it was as she skirted her way warily around him and made for the door.
Once outside she turned to the right but stopped when she saw the guard leaning against the wall. Her dress was still unbuttoned and the guard grinned when he saw her dishevelled appearance and her one bare foot. As she turned towards the stairway he shouted loudly and by the time she had reached the bottom stair, men were appearing in the hallway. They were laughing as she limped past them and after trying three doors in vain she finally disappeared into a toilet.
Bella adjusted her clothing and assessed all that she had observed so far. Six men had appeared in the hallway and three of them were wearing side arms. The guard upstairs was also armed and the one outside the building had a fully-automatic assault rifle. The guards she had killed days before had both been in possession of a similar weapon so it was probably the only one they possessed and carried only when patrolling the premises. The guard by the main gate had an AK-47 but she would deal with him separately.
There were two chefs in the kitchen but it was unlikely that either had a weapon. Finally, Bidaya had not been visibly armed although he would certainly have a firearm within reach.
It was reasonable to assume that she had seen the entire complement of both men and weaponry.
There were seven doors on the upstairs landing including Bidaya's office and he had told her that one of them was a bathroom. She assumed that the other five were bedrooms and all of the doors were in a straight run away from the staircase. The staircase had eighteen steps and the length of the hallway was twentyne metres.
Four men including the three that were armed had come from one room and the remaining two had exited from a separate door and both were holding pool cues. The remaining three rooms that she had opened when appearing to search for the toilet had all been in darkness.
The telephone line was easily accessible and she had already located where the power supply entered the building. It was possible that there was a generator in a cellar somewhere but it would take time to be started.
There was no choice but to believe Bidaya when he said there were no children on the premises and from her observations up to that point it appeared to be true.
She removed her odd shoe and after gazing steadily at her reflection in the mirror for several seconds she said quietly, "Okay Bella, it's time to go to work."
The men were still waiting as the girl left the bathroom and walked bare-footed to the stairway. Several were sniggering and one of them said, "I'll bet he's had his fingers in her cunt."
When she arrived back outside Bidaya's office she pushed the door open cautiously and saw that he was sitting behind his desk with her shoe in front of him. He was looking smug as he said, "I hope you are refreshed Miss Henderson. I apologise for my clumsy advances but I sensed that you were enjoying it and I would like the opportunity to show you more respect. Will you visit me again?"
She reached cautiously for her shoe and snatched it from his desk. "I am very upset and you should be ashamed to have treated me so crudely. You behaved like an animal." He raised his hand in an apologetic gesture.
She seemed reluctant to continue but then added, "Shameful though it is for me to admit, I did experience arousal from your touch and I will consider another visit. But now you must allow me to leave."
"Of course and I look forward to the next occasion."
She stepped into her shoes and picked up the brief case. As he rose from his desk she held up her hand and said, "Please remain where you are, I will see myself out."
The guard closed the gate and before returning to his hut he watched the car turn right at the intersection. Three hundred metres along the road the car pulled into a lay-by and its lights were extinguished.
Bella threw the sacking over the glass shards on the top of the wall and hauled herself over it. The tree was close by and she retrieved the knapsack from its branches and removed the contents.
The guard was reading and looked up in surprise when the black figure entered the hut. Before he could react, the tungsten spike was driven down through the top of his skull and the sharp crack echoed within the confined of the hut.
Bella removed the magazine from the AK-47 and pulled back and released the charging handle three times before replacing it. The magazine contained the full thirty rounds. She stamped on his cell phone and then reached up to smash the lamp in the roof before stepping out of the hut.
The telephone landline was strung across three poles and she climbed the furthest from the house. The line trailed to the ground when she snipped through it.
She moved swiftly to the rear of the building using the cover of the trees and observed the guard lounging outside the front door. The power junction box was close to the kitchen door and despite her black body suit she knew she would have to work quickly when exposed in the floodlighting. She sprinted to the junction box.
Holding a slim pencil flashlight in her mouth she jemmied the door and it pinged quietly open. She pulled on protective gloves and scraped sufficient insulation from the live and neutral wires of the supply cable to expose two areas four centimetres apart. She attached the crocodile clips from the cell phone signal-jammer.
She took cutters from the knapsack and turned her head away. A blue-white flash crackled inside the box when she severed the load cable and the floodlighting went out. She waited for the sparks to subside and then checked that the signal-jammer was working and closed the door.
Back in the trees she slipped a night-vision monocular over her head and tightened the strap. It would give her a major advantage in darkness.
She took four limpet mines from the sack and synchronised each one with her mental clock. She set all of them for twenty minutes and moved swiftly around the building. At four separate places she peeled the protective backing from a limpet and pressed it to the second course of bricks.
She returned to her knapsack and fitted the suppressor to her Glock and put a second magazine in her pocket. She looked down at the AK-47 and wondered if she needed it. In terms of precision execution it was a blunderbuss so why was she even considering it? Grigor would have slapped her face and told her she had more than enough rounds, so just make sure they all counted. She left the rifle where it lay and sprinted to the kitchen door. Two minutes and four seconds had already elapsed.
Because of the heat in the kitchen the door was never closed and she stepped inside. Without electric lighting the area was still illuminated by gas burners and twice her Glock coughed politely as she shot the chef in his right temple and the commis chef through the back of his head.
She anticipated that the monocular would not be necessary in the main hall and lifted it from her eye. As she stepped through the service door, flames from several cigarette lighters cast a yellow glow as men milled in confusion. All six were together in a group and in the flickering light it was difficult to recognise which three had the firearms. She was eight metres away but she spotted one armed man immediately and dropped him with a shot to the centre chest. She then moved sharply four steps to her left.
In the four seconds it took for the remaining five to realise that a shot had been fired she spotted another armed man standing siden and the Glock coughed again as she put a single round through his head. With the powder flash having exposed her position again, she crouched low and moved smartly four steps back to the right.
It was essential that she got the third man before he could discharge his gun and with the lighters having been hurriedly extinguished she pulled the monocular down over her left eye. In the silvery green image she saw her target drawing his pistol and looking in the direction of the second flash. She shot him through the head before his gun arm was fully raised and the weapon tumbled to the carpet.
Four minutes and twenty-three seconds had now passed and five men had been eliminated without audible gunfire.
The remaining three men were shouting in panic but despite the acrid smell of burnt gasses from the Glock, it was unlikely that anyone upstairs or in other parts of the house was aware of the ongoing slaughter.
She could hear Bidaya bellowing from his room for someone to start the generator and turned her attention to the three men still remaining. One had made it to the front door and was groping in the dark for the handle. Another was on his hands and knees and crawling in the direction of the pool room. She heard a click from the toilet door as the third man locked himself inside.
The man at the front door was nearly twenty metres away and she dropped to one knee while gripping the Glock two handed with her elbow firmly on the raised knee to steady her aim. He fell forward and slid slowly down the door when she put a single round through the back of his head.
Her view of the crawling man was only his butt, so she stepped quickly towards him and looking down finished him with a shot through the head from close range.
The man in the toilet was a problem. There were three rounds left in the magazine and she needed to see her target to be sure of despatching him efficiently. To blaze away through a closed door in the hope of success left too much to doubt and it was unprofessional. Every man left alive was a threat to the completion of her assignment and had to be eliminated.
Then she heard the front door opening. The guard who had been patrolling outside was trying to enter but the body slumped at the foot of the door was preventing him from doing so. Bella was well aware of the XM8 in his possession and the danger it presented if he started spraying it around. But she also wanted him to come inside rather than run off somewhere on the loose.
He had succeeded in squeezing through the available gap but the bad news was that he had a flashlight. He was gaping in bewilderment as he shone a cone of light over the bodies.
Apart from the confused shouting, the executions had been carried out in relative silence but now she could not avoid making a noise. She moved swiftly to the toilet door and kicked hard with the sole of her foot. Through the jagged hole she created she pumped a single round into the chest of the man cowering inside.
She turned her attention to the guard and he was in the act of directing his flashlight in the direction of the wood splintering sound. As his flashlight illuminated her an explosion of brilliance flared in the monocular. The vision in her left eye became a glowing white disk as the magnified light burned itself onto her retina. Now she was also in the dark.
The guard's flashlight fell to the floor as he grabbed his firearm and Bella rolled quickly to the right. There was no time to switch the lens to her right eye so she flattened herself to the carpet.
In the dark she needed him to expose his position and he did so when his weapon erupted with a deafening clatter. The room flickered in the light of fire spurting from the barrel and her target was clearly illuminated. She squeezed off two rounds and plaster cascaded from the ceiling as he fell backwards still gripping the trigger.
The only sound that remained was the ringing in her ears.
Two men still remained alive and one of them was her ultimate target. The gunfire had destroyed her advantage of surprise so there was no longer any need for stealth. It was time to hunt down her quarry and complete her assignment and there remained thirteen minutes and six seconds in which to do it.
She dropped the empty cartridge from the Glock and snapped in the full one. The silencer was now unnecessary and she removed it. The sight in her left eye was slowly returning but it was still obscured by a faint blur. Waiting for it to clear would waste precious time so she switched the monocular to her right eye.
She climbed the stairs carefully but in the eerie silence every creak was like a pistol shot.
Near the top she flattened herself to the last few stairs and peered cautiously along the landing. All of the doors were closed. It was unlikely that Bidaya had left his office to hide somewhere else but there was one certain way to be sure. His door was the first one and the handle was on the side furthest from her.
She crawled swiftly past the door and then reached for the handle and twisted it quickly. It was locked and as he would not have locked it after leaving he had to be inside. No shots had been fired in panic when she had tried the handle so it was possible that the guard was holed up in another room.
There were now eleven minutes and twelve seconds remaining.
Kicking the door in was not a problem and she could demolish a brick wall if necessary, but it would frame her briefly in the doorway. Even in total darkness Bidaya would know where the door opening was and the probability of being hit was too high a risk. There was no choice but to shoot the catch off.
She still had the mini-torch but the light from it would have shone through the door crevices like a beacon.
Keeping her body away from the door she moved her head level with the handle and peered through the gap between the door and the frame. In the monocular lens she could see the catch and placed the tip of her left forefinger to mark its position. Then she put the gun muzzle on her fingertip and slid her finger away. With the discharge blocked there would be a violent recoil so she held the pistol loosely and winced in anticipation.
When she squeezed the trigger the silence was shattered by the ear piercing crack and the Glock catapulted from her hand and hit the wall behind her. The door opened but the hail of bullets that smashed into it caused it to swing close again.
She wondered if her wrist was broken and gingerly flexed her fingers. She was relieved to feel that it was still intact although a dull pain in her forearm indicated that the tendons had been stretched to the limit.
She had counted seven shots and they were from two separate guns so the guard was also in there. One of them was the unmistakable yap of a Norinco nineteen-eleven and that was the gun she had seen in the guard's holster when she first left Bidaya's room. He had fired four of the shots which meant he had three rounds remaining. The other gun sounded like a Beretta M9 and if he was using a standard magazine Bidaya had twelve rounds left.
Her pistol was lying behind her and she rolled past the door and retrieved it. She flexed her right trigger finger and it felt stiff from the recoil. That was of no great concern because she was equally proficient with both hands but it meant that if she was going into the room with the gun in her left hand she needed to stay to the right of the door.
With her left foot she kicked the door wide and stepped away from it. Five more bullets hit the wall behind her in rapid succession and two of them were from the Norinco. The guard had one round remaining.
Her left eye had cleared completely but she left the monocular over her right eye and tightened the strap. She always felt more comfortable when it was over the eye opposite to her gun hand.
The time was down to six minutes and fourteen seconds but she had her plan. After a slow deep breath she silently mouthed, "Here I go."
She entered the room crouching low and at a run. The position of every piece of furniture had been memorised and she wanted to be close to the table where she had seen a bottle and glasses. She knew both men would be behind the heavy desk because there was nowhere else for them to hide. The obvious place for each would be behind one of the separate drawer pedestals.
She fired a single shot on the run to keep their heads down and then launched herself in a dive to the right and flattened herself to the carpet. She finished in the perfect position and the small table was directly above her. She reached up and removed the bottle.
In the tense silence that followed she waited twenty valuable seconds to stretch their nerves to the limit, and then tossed the bottle through the gap under the centre of the desk.
When it clattered through to the other side the result was inevitable. To the men something almost certainly dangerous had arrived and their instinctive reaction was to back away from it.
Bella was at forty-five degrees to the desk and when the guard lurched back in panic she had a clear view of him. She fired twice into his upper body and he slumped onto his back and remained motionless. Although she had no doubt that Bidaya would also have jumped back in alarm he was still hidden from sight.
Just four minutes and eighteen seconds were remaining.
Keeping low she moved silently forward until she reached the front right of the desk and crouched on one knee. In the local language she said, "Hello Mister Bidaya, this is Miss Henderson and I've come to continue where we left off."
Until that moment he would not have known the identity of his assailant and her purpose was to disorientate him with the shocking realisation.
The most strategic position is to be behind a quarry so she moved silently across to the other end of the desk and around to his side. In the lens she saw him on his knees staring blindly in the dark towards the direction that he had last heard her voice.
A kill must always be effected without hesitation when a clear opportunity is presented, but for the first time she disobeyed that rule.
His gun arm was extended ready to fire and her foot lashed into it above the elbow. His pistol disappeared into the darkness and clattered against a wall. Her stiffened left hand chopped into the side of his neck and he fell to his right. With her full weight she put her right knee into the small of his back and levered up his right arm beyond its maximum elevation. He screamed in agony when the tendons snapped as it was ripped from its socket.
She spoke quietly. "Before I put an end to your evil life I just want you to know that I have taken a personal dislike to you and obliterating your existence will give me great satisfaction. Maybe it's the knowledge that you have destroyed the lives of many children when I can't have any of my own. Whatever the reason it really doesn't matter."
His muffled voice pleaded, "I can make you rich just tell me how much you want?"
"Unfortunately you won't live long enough to discover that I have already hacked your bank accounts and drained them into mine."
With venom in her voice she spat, "It would give me malicious pleasure to stay and inflict more pain upon you but sadly there isn't enough time."
She stepped back and squeezed the trigger twice.
As she strode towards the cover of the trees, the clock in her head continued to tick and she murmured, "Three, two, one, bang."
The flashes from behind cast a long shadow of her and a millisecond later the silence was rent as four mines detonated in unison. Each one had been placed at the foot of a load bearing wall and she turned to watch the house slowly collapse inwards. As the gas main ignited, a yellow flame leapt above the dust cloud and illuminated her expressionless face.
She turned and disappeared into the darkness.
Martin opened his door of his apartment and Bella stepped past him with, "Pour me a large vodka Darling I'm going to take a shower."
As she walked away he enquired, "What did he say when you saw him?"
"He offered to make me rich."
Martin poured the vodka and placed the glass on a side table. He thought for a moment and then tipped some whisky into a glass for himself. He walked to the bathroom door carrying his glass and raised his voice above the hiss of the shower. "Why did he say that?"
"I think it was because he wanted to stay alive."
"And is he still alive?"
"No."
He froze and stood motionless. His hand clenched tightly around the glass and he raised it to his lips to gulp down some of the scotch. He returned to the lounge and sat down slowly. When Bella came in he was staring into space without expression.
A towel was wrapped around her when she settled into the sofa opposite him. She reached for the vodka and a third of it disappeared with one swallow before she sighed and said, "Now I feel better."
Then with an impish smile, "As I am naked under this towel it would be fun if you came over here and did naughty things to me."
Martin stared at her in disbelief and gasped, "Are you asking me to make love to you when you've just killed a man?"
"Several actually."
"You killed others as well? Jesus Christ I'm sorry but I can't handle this. I'm just an ordinary guy living in an ordinary world but you don't come from this planet. You're a beautiful sexy girl but I couldn't get it up right now if you pumped me full of Viagra. You scare the shit out of me, but what frightens me most is that I am now an accessory to fucking murder."
Bella gazed at him with a calm expression and replied, "In the first place they weren't murders they were executions. And secondly the trail is cold and you know nothing about it. I'm sorry that you've lost a client but you can keep all the money."
She took another sip from her glass before continuing, "Let me explain something to you. There are two of me. This is the real me and the one that disposed of Bidaya and his merry men was the other me. The other me doesn't love and doesn't hate and has no soul; she is just a machine that has been programmed to kill without emotion or fear. Each me is an entirely separate entity and they are never in this body at the same time.
The real me needs to be loved just like any female. Please Martin I've had a hard day's night and I desperately need someone to love me."
Martin's mind was churning in confusion because he became aware that the bizarre situation was thrilling him. He was in the company of a beautiful young female who was appealing for his affection, and yet she was a cold blooded killer. He was frightened of her but at the same time she excited him.
He arose from his chair and crossed over to hers. As he settled beside her she placed her hand on his cheek and turned his head so that their lips were close. She murmured, "Forget about the other me, she's gone back to Hades and she won't disturb us."
Her mouth closed over his and as she kissed him she dropped the towel from her breasts. She drew back far enough to whisper, "I love having my tits played with."
He raised his hand to gently cup a breast and her nipple was a firm protrusion pressing into the palm of his hand. He caressed it gently and she gave a tiny gasp. A beautiful girl who was capable of killing him with her bare hands was sexually aroused by his touch.
She leaned further back and it was an invitation to nuzzle her breasts. He took each hard nipple into his mouth in turn, sucking and gently nipping with his teeth and she breathed, "That feels nice."
The towel was across her lap and he tossed it away and placed a hand on her thigh. Her legs opened invitingly and his fingers crept upwards and gently twirled in her pubic hair. The scent of bath oil was mixing with the acrid aroma that was arising from her impatient vagina and he greedily sucked in the animal smell.
He felt her hand pull at his zip and delve inside and she withdrew his stiffened penis.
Her thighs opened wider and she moved her hips impatiently as she waited for him to caress her tingling crevice, but he continued to move his fingers around it. He looked down and her engorged vaginal lips were protruding with excitement. She muttered, "If you don't stop teasing me and stick your fingers in my cunt soon I'm going to rip your dick out by its roots."
He decided not to test her threat and slid his finger into the sopping folds and searched for the sensitive spot. He found the tiny rough area on her vaginal wall and caressed it gently with the tip of his forefinger. She reacted instantly and arched backwards with a groaning, "Oh yes."
He continued to finger the spot and bent his head so he could suck a nipple at the same time. Bella was squirming in ecstasy and released his penis to clutch his wrist with both hands. Her voice was uneven as she pleaded desperately, "Don't make me come, I don't want to come yet," and then in a shriller tone, "Oh fuck it's too late so don't you dare stop."
From the back of her throat came a desperate moan and Martin felt her drenched hole tighten on his finger as her body jerked and twisted with delicious agony. Her orgasm lasted several seconds but eventually she slumped limply in the chair. Martin withdrew his finger carefully and as he did so Bella lifted it to her lips and sucked the stickiness from it.
Her eyes were heavy and black when she said softly, "You certainly know your way around a girl's pussy. You must have had a good education."
"My wife was born in this country."
His answer was sufficient and she gave a satisfied nod. She had recovered her composure and announced, "One of us seems to have too many clothes on so kindly remove all of yours."
He stripped quickly and Bella got on her knees and shuffled between his legs. He still had an erection and she surveyed it admiringly. "You certainly weren't at the back of the queue when they were handing these out."
Martin closed his eyes as her tongue slithered down and around his stiff organ and the situation quickly became critical. Bella was aware of it and lifted her head to say, "Okay the choice is yours; missionary, doggy, up against the wall, you name it."
He replied in a calm voice, "I'd like to rape you."
Bella blinked in surprise and Martin saw that for the first time she was lost for a reply. Eventually she said, "Do you think I will let you?"
"I was hoping you might coperate and promise not to kill me."
In a chiding tone she said, "So rape is your fantasy you naughty man."
Martin replied indignantly, "No it isn't, but you raped me and I'd like to get even."
She stared at him in silence for several seconds, and then her expression slowly changed from confident to one of apprehension. From her kneeling position she sat down on her bottom and began to shuffle away from him. Her voice was tremulous when she whimpered, "Why are you looking at me like that? I'd like to go home now, please let me go home?"
Martin climbed to his feet and stood over her. She was cowering away from him so convincingly that for the first time he felt in control. He put a snarl into his voice and growled, "Open your legs and show me your cunt."
She was still shuffling backwards with her knees pressed tightly together and pleaded, "I don't want to and please don't hurt me. Let me go home and I won't tell anybody about this."
Martin was beginning to enjoy himself and knelt in front of her. This time his voice was menacing when he said, "I told you to open your fucking legs so open them."
She continued to back away from him until she came up against the other sofa and could go no further. Her knees were still pressed tightly together as she whined, "I thought you were a nice man, why are you being so horrible?"
Martin reached forward and put his hands between her knees and forced her thighs open. She squealed and cried, "What are you doing, please stop."
He was now really into it and snarled, "I'm going to lick your cunt you pathetic sad bitch."
She was trembling uncontrollably and sobbed, "Please don't, I've never let a man touch me there I've always been a good girl."
Martin pushed her thighs further apart and lowered his mouth to her closed slit. At the first touch of his tongue she gave a sharp cry and squealed, "Please stop, you shouldn't be doing this."
With his fingers either side he stretched her slit wide and pushed his tongue deep into the soft pink crease. Almost at once he felt her juices flow but she continued to gabble, "Please stop this is so wrong."
When he flicked her clitoris with his tongue she jumped and gave a tiny shriek. He caressed it with the tip of his tongue again and suddenly she clasped his head with both hands. He became aware that she was no longer asking him to stop.
By now he was desperate to fuck her and rose to his knees. He held his throbbing penis towards her in a threatening gesture and growled, "Guess where I'm going to put this?"
Her eyes opened wide in horror and she gasped, "Oh no it's much too big and it will hurt me. I'm a virgin so please be careful."
Martin was now completely into the roll-play and the fact that she had asked him to be careful rather than stop altogether convinced him that she really wanted to be fucked.
When he attempted to climb on top of her she put her hands against his chest and tried to push him away. It was time for brute strength so he seized her hands and forced them to her sides. He now had her at his mercy and as he pushed his penis deep inside her he found it surprisingly wet and receptive. As he began to pound his cock into her she cried, "Oh God you're really doing it to me."
He was so excited he knew it was going to be a quick orgasm so he let go of her hands and grabbed her body to him tightly. As he drove his rigid staff into her with vigorous thrusts she was begging pitifully, "Please stop it's so wrong, I've never done anything like this before," but when his thrusting became so violent that he exited completely, her hand immediately grabbed his penis and pushed it back in again.
Suddenly her legs and arms wrapped around him and her fingers gouged into his back. She gave a shrill cry and her pelvis jerked convulsively.
The excitement of her coming even though she was being raped was too much for Martin and he climaxed immediately. As he ejaculated he could hear himself snarling like an animal. He was also conscious of a sharp pain in his shoulder.
Finally his orgasm subsided and he rolled down to the floor and onto his back. He was still panting heavily when Bella slid down beside him. She whispered, "That was exciting wasn't it. I don't know why women complain about it, I think being raped is fun."
He turned to her and replied, "You're such a good actress I was convinced that I was actually raping you. Did you honestly enjoy it?"
"Didn't you feel me come? That wasn't acting and you really turned me on. Incidentally your shoulder is bleeding and I'm sorry about that but you got me so excited I was a bit too passionate."
Martin became aware of the pain and squinted sideways. "You spiteful bitch I can see your teeth marks."
Bella giggled and climbed on top on him. She first kissed his wound and then his lips and said, "That was a just love bite you big baby. You should be proud that you got me so excited."
An hour later Bella put her arms around his neck and looked deep into his eyes. As she kissed him she murmured, "I want to come and see you again so please don't forget about me."
"Forget about you? How could I ever forget you? You are the most unforgettable person in the whole world."
He waited until she waved as the lift doors closed.
The morning was grey and drizzly as Bella walked along Lombard Street and turned into the bank entrance. The door at the far end of the hall was marked, "Staff only," and the lock clicked open when she swiped her card. The corridor was quiet as she made her way to the private lift and pressed the button. When the lift opened at the basement level she walked the few paces to the heavy oak door and pressed her right palm against the scanner. She waited the few seconds for the scanner to blink green and pushed the door open.
Miss Davies was wearing the same blue dress and her hair was dragged behind in the usual bun. Without looking away from her computer screen she said, "As always you are late Bella. Madam said to go right in."
Bella walked to the other door and entered the windowless room. The air conditioning was hissing softly but the musty smell lingered. She sat down in the straight backed chair and waited while Madam perused a file. The woman behind the desk dressed in black was in her fifties and wore a man's suit with white shirt and dark blue tie. Her short grey hair was cut in masculine style with a parting.
Finally she looked up and smiled without warmth. "Good morning Bella and congratulations on a successful assignment. However you know how I despise untidiness and I understand your finished work resembled a war zone. Was that really necessary?"
Bella sat impassively without replying and Madam sighed in resignation. She handed a file across the desk and said, "This is your next assignment and you have one month to rest up and prepare. Good morning."
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The following story is fictional and written for entertainment purposes.
It was a rainy dusk Friday night, light barely still visible slanting through my window where I was just laying out on the couch. Watching Netflix, horny, and bored out of my mind when my phone rang for a text.
"Hey man, you busy?"
It was from my smoking hot neighbor, I had just moved in a couple weeks ago and he had helped with a lot of it. He was coming home and tag teamed all the furniture and heavy boxes for me which was a big relief. And he was a big dude! Dark black hair, 6'5", lots of hair on his chest and arms, and built like a rugby player with big arms, thick legs, and a tank of a torso and stomach. Almost the opposite of me, with red hair, pale skin, skinny, not a lot of hair on my body, but a bigger ass and an average sized cock.
I sent back, "not really what's up?"
Immediate reply, "wanna come over? I'm bored just hanging out and you seemed chill."
I waited a couple minutes to seem not too eager before saying yeah and throwing my tennis shoes on. I figured my tee shirt and athletic shorts would be appropriate to hang out.
I knocked on the door and heard his big frame walk over to the door and open it up. The door opened to a big smile on his face and my mouth almost hit the floor since he was shirtless and wearing athletic shorts!
"come on in, grab a seat on the couch, you want a beer?" He asked as I walked in and gathered myself together.
"Uh yeah that'd be awesome." I said trying to stay cool still while glancing around and checking him out at the same time.
I sat on the couch and he sat on the other end handing me a beer. We clinked the bottles and drank as we made some small talk while some tv show whispered in the background.
"Hey man you good?" He asked out of no where.
"Uh, yeah why?"
"Cause you are like rock hard!" He said chuckling a little and pointing at my crotch.
"Oh Jesus!" I exclaimed going red as I realized I was diamond hard sitting next to him and checking him out!
"haha don't worry man really." He said.
"Really? Why not?"
"Cause I knew you'd be checking me out, you're not very subtle! Besides I've been checking you out too." He said very cool while sipping his beer like he just told me it was raining outside.
"You're gay too?"
"Well bi, prefer girls, but something about being with a guy really gets me going.."
"Wow I had no idea."
"well at least you look happy about it..." he said nodding towards my shorts again.
"Well I guess if I'm not that subtle anyway, yeah I've been checking you out since we met. You're like my dream guy!"
"Haha back at you."
"In that case..." I said leaning over a little trying to make a move, I swear my heart was beating so hard he could probably see that through my shirt too.
Luckily i I felt his bulk shift towards me, his large hand drift over my shoulder and to the back of my head as he pulled me all the way into him and our mouths connected. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues pushed against each other. My hand on his big chest and his arms wrapped around me. Our kisses got deeper and deeper as I felt like I melted into his side.
We broke for a couple seconds, our breath ragged and I glanced down at his bulge. "Fuck your cock is just as big and thick as the rest of you huh?"
"Wait til you get me full mast..." he said into my ear before sucking my neck and tickling my ear with his tongue. I found my hand rubbing his chest and abs while he kissed me all over, my other hand gripping his waistband pulling it down just a little.
His hands pulled my shirt up and over my head and started to lick and bite my nipples, chest and the front of my neck. I felt his strong arms gently lifting me so he could grab my ass too. God this big, burly man made me feel so sexual and at his control. His hand drifting down the back of my shorts at the same time my hand went down the front of his.
His hands kneaded my ass while I used hands to pull his cock out and stroke him. He must have been 8-9 inches and thick as the beer bottle we'd forgotten about.
Our lips met again as I whispered to him that I wanted to "suck his big fucking cock!" With that I stood up and pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and kicked him to the side so I was nude except for my sneakers. He pulled his shorts the rest of the way and over to mine too. I dropped to my knees between this burly man as he spread to accept me. I was so turned on by his big frame and cock bouncing in front of me. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply while both my hands stroked him again.
He leaned all the way back and nodded to me as if to say go ahead and I leaned forward my breath warming his cock. I started at the base at his balls and shaft and let me tongue drift up along the big vein that snuck around his shaft. I heard him deeply moan above me and felt proud I could satisfy him. I leaned over his head once I got there with my tongue and circled his head several times, eventually starting to drop my lips around him and accept him into my mouth.
"Fuck I knew you were a little cock sucker..." he said and I moaned back. "I knew you were gonna be a slut for me..." another moan for him. "I'm gonna cum right down that pretty throat, make you my cum slut too." Another moan for him.
I got so turned on by his words I started to really suck his cock sooner than I wanted to, I expected to hold off and tease him but I couldn't resist! I started working his lower shaft and balls with my hands, my drool dripping down to lube him up as I sucked up and down, slobbering on his cock. I moaned and slurped so he could enjoy the show and sounds.
"Fuck cock sucker I'm gonna cum, fuck you are incredible!" He moaned, his voice getting louder with each word until i felt him cock start to swell and pulse and finally shoot his cum into my throat! I clamped my lips and sucked and squeezed his shaft with my hand to push every last drop out. I listened to him moan and squeeze my hair and his legs and whole body tense as he pumped load after load into my mouth. Finally I felt his body relax and I swallowed the last of his cum and popped off giggling a little.
"God you can cum!" I said as he chucked a little.
"Yeah? Let's see how you cum!" He said smirking a little at me as he helped me off my knees, then pulled me to sit in front of him, but between his legs. I could feel his semi hard, but thick warm cock against my lower back. I had both hands on his knees and thighs and pressed against him as I felt his hands reach around and start playing with my cock. His large hands manhandled my cock and balls expertly, he lifted his hand and I sucked his fingers to make them wet before he went back to stroking me. I was moaning and writhing instantly at his touch and was so turned on it took like two minutes before I was letting him know I was going to burst!
My legs shook as he pointed my cock at my chest and let me explode all over myself. Our lips found each other again as I came all over myself. His fingers played with my cum, feeding it to myself between our kisses which turned me on so much. I turned around to sit on his lap and we kept kissing, I used my hand to get him fully hard again as I felt his hands on my ass. His fingers drifted into my crack and I moaned as he started to circle my hole with his finger.
"I cannot wait to fuck this tight, tight ass!" He exclaimed as he pushed his finger in to the first knuckle, getting an excited moan out of me.
"You can fuck me however you want with this cock!" I moaned kissing him again and stroking his cock harder.
He moved another finger into me and I could feel myself open up and accept him. He kissed me one last time then rolled me to the side and laid me on my back. His hands gripped the back of my knees and pushed them up to my chest and I watched his head disappear between my legs, push my cock to the side and felt his tongue push into me! "God yes!" I moaned as he licked and sucked my ass all over, making me feel like a girl he was about to plow, which was pretty accurate!
He was getting me really worked up and open and wet and I could tell you was going to fuck me furious and fast and wanted me extra ready. He must have spent 5 minutes licking and opening me up before I saw him come back up and move me onto my hands and knees. I looked between my legs and arched my back as he went to town on my ass again, his big, ominous cock waving between his legs like a clock I was mesmerized. Soon I felt him smack each of my ass cheeks with his hands and lean up and I felt his hot, hard cock slide up and down my crack, poking a little at my hole.
"You think you're ready?"
"Yes please fuck my ass Daddy!"
"Good little cock sucking slut..." he said as I felt his cock push into me. It was incredibly thick and filling feeling, but all of his tongue and finger work had me let him in immediately! He slid halfway in and out and in and out and then just another inch at a time until I was taking his full length.
"Fuck I love this tight ass!" He growled behind me as he began to pick up the pace. His hands gripped my thighs and hips as he fucked me into another dimension. I arched and moaned for him as he used me. His balls were so heavy and long they slapped against my taint, balls, and cock. I reached down and started to play with myself and didn't last long until I came in my hand. He loved that and I felt him lean over and really drive his cock into me. Soon he was growling and moaning into my ear that he was going to come into my wet, tight ass. I told him to breed me and with that he started to explode inside of me, his cock cumming like he didn't just cum 30 minutes ago.
My legs shook as he slow stroked his orgasm out inside of me I gripped his forearms next to my head and let him subside, slowly fucking me as we calmed down. He kissed my upper back and neck and I moaned until he slipped out and I used the bathroom.
"That was fun neighbor, I'm going to invite you over a bunch more!" He said chuckling with that big smile on his face.
"I think I could be into that!" I said as I sat down next to him again and we drank some more and kissed and watched tv until we passed out draped around each other. | Friday Night, Neighbor Fun | [
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(MtF Sheep)
Mercer was a bit nervous, getting dragged to the Stonewall Estate by his girlfriend Gwen. The estate was having a big ballroom party, but Mercer was more of the sit at home and relax sort of person when it came to having a good time. His own family was quite wealthy, but he had never gone to any of their own parties either. Gwen was a hard woman to say no to though- she was quite large for a woman, being a bit taller than Mercer himself and her long black hair was violently wavy to the lower half where it turned to huge loose curls. Mercer was dressed in formal black shirt and pants with a white vest on over it with a bit of a tail on it. He was used to wearing rather stuffy outfits as a sacrifice for looking so damn good though. And he got to see Gwen dressed up at least too- in a long sleeveless gold gown and a scarlet lilly in her hair.
She paused on the inside of the door and twirled to grin at Mercer. "And this is why there is no need to be nervous."
She motioned over a large table in the foyer absolutely covered in masks. It was a masquerade ball- everyone had to wear a mask to get in, so no one would know the true identity of anyone else there. Mercer's own family had a few magical artifacts in its possession so he was able to sense the presence of mana lingering over the table- some but not all of the masks were enchanted with some sort of spell. Gwen quickly spotted the mask she wanted- go figure, it was the strangest one. It was a full face mask of some sort of demon, but it had been long ago shattered in half- only half the mask remained. Mercer chose a small mask, thinking it the least obtrusive but was surprised by its weight- the inside of the mask was lined with a mirror--like material. It only covered his eyes and nose- it was made to look like the face of a lamb.
The estate was lavishly decorated, and the ballroom was bigger than most normal folk's entire homes. There looked to be nearly a hundred people attending- though few were dancing this early on.
Gwen smiled with a mouth of unusually sharp teeth. "So, want any punch? I am sure someone has spiked it already, so it will actually be half decent."
"I should be getting you drinks not the other way around."
Gwen raised and wagged her index at him. "Ah, ah. Your forgetting the masks."
"Huh?"
"We aren't our normal selves here, it's a masquerade! Roleplay a little."
Mercer smiled and went along with it. The most obvious sign he first seen of the magic working was someone caught in the middle of a laugh let out a 'haaw' like a donkey bray. When Mercer looked over, the first thing he noticed was that they were wearing a donkey themed mask. So roleplay really is the theme of the night- enchantments included. Mercer started to lean into his role then. When Gwen returned with the drinks he happily accepted and then moved close to her, but made no moves and waited for her to speak before responding. Mercer immediately noticed himself feeling a bit more energetic as he acted more sheepish in Gwen's presence. The transition was so seamless he could not tell if it was because it was an unusually refreshing change, acting like someone completely different while disguised, or because the mask was actually altering him. Gwen asked him to dance and Mercer did not hesitate- being born into a wealthy family he had been taught how to dance gracefully already so he had all the confidence in his ability to.
As they twirled and bowed to the music though, Mercer noticed he was getting smaller. He seemed to be shrinking quite quickly, but a look around revealed he was only half right. He had gotten a bit smaller- Gwen had gotten a lot bigger! The strap on one side of her gown snapped as the muscles in specifically her right arm were now bigger, and plainly visible. Well that was a bit unusual. He supposed because her mask was shattered in half, it was only affecting half her body. In any other situation he may have been worried of anyone seeing her in this state, but looking around she was far from the only abnormality. There was one woman who had to stop dancing because she had become so tiny compared to her partner that they couldn't pull it off anymore. A woman turning into a bunny who had to stop because her now huge feet were getting stepped on. Then there was a donkey dancing with hippo woman, both stumbling around on feet not at all suited for dance and laughing at each other and having fun in spite of their inability. Not everyone seemed to change at the same pace- it seemed to be how accurately they played their roles. Mercer felt light headed as he twirled around with Gwen leading their dance. Rather than worry about his slight weakness, he simply leaned more onto Gwen. They managed to make it to the end of the song before Mercer stumbled out of his shoes because his feet had transformed.
Mercer's ankles had raised up as his feet stretched. His toes compacted together, forming into two large toes in the front while the big and pinky toe regressed in the back, being left behind as the foot stretched so they no longer touched the ground, but were still relatively close. All four digits were encapsulated in keratin as nails fused together and spread then thickened greatly into cloven hoof segments- turning black as they became more dense. Luckily Mercer was a graceful person, and adapted to the small surface area on which he had to stand now. His feet clacked lightly on the marble floor which made him feel more femanine- it was a sound not unlike that of high heeled shoes. Gwen lead him around, acting mischievous and looking to prank others now, she was continuing to get more muscular and her nails turned to claws. Mercer just followed along loyally- not participating but not stopping her either. Their devilish actions found Gwen flinching as horns broke the surface near her temples. Before growing out; the blood and feeling had drained from the areas the horns grew from, so she could not feel the skin break, and did not bleed. Gwen could still feel the horns growing, but it was through the movement of bone as the material of her skull expanded and stretched into the horns! Gwen's horns were somewhat narrow and started to curve down as they grew, and were still in the early stages of growth however.
Mercer's smaller body felt more lithe and womanly, though oddly his clothing did not become loose- in fact it fit more snug than before! He felt new muscle encapsulate his tailbone, but it did not seem to grow out at all- it just become a fat nub he could wiggle at will- and it was no trouble at all to pop it out over his pants, barely noticeable. Sheep do not have much of a tail at all. Mercer became a bit absent minded as he felt his penis and balls start to shrink more than the rest of his body had- and Gwen did not slow her pranking spree so he ended up losing her in the crowd for a time. Mercer slipped away into the bathroom and went to pee, mostly as an excuse to take it out and look at what was happening to it. Sure enough, his balls shrank to the size of grapes and his penis no more than two inches long. Still it shrank more- embarrassingly the reduction felt quite good. A sort of pleasurable tingle that made him squirm a bit from its unrelenting. Rather than regress with it- the nerves were just getting bunched up, preparing to be repurposed, not discarded. He felt an odd inward pressure, focused behind his scrotum- it almost felt like something slowly sliding into his body in a passage that did not exist- it was actually the feeling of the passage itself forming within. By the time his marble-sized balls were popped up into his torso by his tightening scrotum, they were already turning to ovaries. The scrotum continued to pull tighter, popping apart painlessly at the seam as the soft creased skin now became the inner labia! The vagina had already formed behind it, so as soon as the scrotum divided the passage was fully opened to the outside! His penis continued to shrink away- and since no one else was in the bathroom he decided to touch it and enjoy the pleasure it was already giving him regardless. He could only get two fingers and his thumb around it- the forskin now too long to expose the head even fully erect. Then he could only hold it between his thumb and index- and then only rub the head as it continued to shrink away. He had to touch it lighter and lighter as the nerves bunched up into the smaller form- which caused him to touch more nerves at a time than before, making it too sensitive to be rough with. It felt like the skin was pulled in two different directions as it shrank away into him- this was the division of the urethra from what had been the shaft- so that it now sat in the growing depression that was his inner vulva. 'He' was officially a 'she' now- at least during the party. The remnants of the head was now the clit- the foreskin now its hood. As she took her hand away a bit sad to see her old genitals go even temporarily, she noted her fingernails were turning dark and thickening as well- she would be without hands soon too.
Mercer tried to find Gwen, but only managed to find traces of the chaos she was sewing and gave up- not wanting to get lost herself in the crowds she stuck mostly to the ground floor. The huge hall had a second level that was the same space-- at the top of huge curved stairs on either side. Gwen was likely up there, since she was quite larger now and hard not to see, Mercer would have found her otherwise. Her ears started to grow larger and leaf shaped. New muscles formed in the base to allow them to pivot around, but the ears continued to grow larger to the point where the muscles could not keep up- and the ears flopped down to hang on either side of her head. Mercer could still move them, but not hold them up for more than a half second at a time because of the weight.
She glanced up at the balcony of the second level. "Gwen? Heeieeh!" She paused at the odd sound she had made. "Gweeheen, where aaeehre... baaah!" Mercer quickly closed her lips tightly!
She already did not want to call out for the attention it would draw, but on top of that she was starting to bleat like a sheep! Her shirt sleeves were feeling more and more snug too, which made her feel a bit exposed. Mercer used her stiffening hands to rub her arms through the sleeves and was surprised to find there was no sleeves! She looked down and had to prod herself a few times to figure out what had happened. It still looked like there was sleeves there, but there was not. There was the start of sleeves at her shoulders but then it fused with her skin and became indistinguishable. The black ended at her wrists but was part of her actual arm- the fabric had become an ultra fine black fur on her! Mercer bleated again in surprise and wobbled over, having to catch herself on a nearby table because of the feeling in her legs! Her black pants were now doing the same thing, tightening and merging with her flesh on her legs from the bottom up! Her heart started to hammer quickly at that thought- if her pants became part of her body... her sex will be exposed. She had completely failed to notice it before in the guests that had turned faster than her- there was no ruptured clothing around. The clothes changed with them, becoming part of their body! The donkey had one gold-encased hoof with a sigil made of tiny cogs on it! It had been wearing a watch. The clues were all there for Mercer to have seen, but she was too caught up with herself and Gwen for it to register.
As if sensing her distress, Gwen jumped down to Mercer from the balcony- slamming into the floor hard enough to cause the nearby tables to jump a half inch. Gwen was huge now! Her body muscular, but mostly upper body- and her right arm specifically looked like it belonged on a creature twice her size! Her right arm along almost had equal mass to the entire rest of her body, extremely hugely muscular and riddled with veins! Her legs seemed mostly unchanged, only slightly muscular. Because of her lopsided changes, she actually had to hold herself up with the giant arm because it was too heavy to lift. Her left horn never grew any more than it already had, but the right one continued to grow in a long arch, ending behind her in a three quarters circle. The red lilly Gwen had in her hair seemed to melt into it- leaving her with a large streak of scarlet hair where it had been that was a bit longer than the rest of her hair. She had a long fang on her bottom right jaw that stuck out of her mouth as a proto tusk. The mask was also fused to her face- the dark material veining slightly to blend with her flesh but not too far from where it started, and it moved and flexed with the rest of her natural face. Her voice was echoed onto itself- her normal voice and then a much deeper version of her own voice both spoke at the same time. She immediately commented on how cute Mercer looked and patted her head, holding her close to shelter the view of her body from the other guests. Mercer's fretting stopped almost immediately and her thoughts wandered elsewhere, completely forgetting her worry right away. Sheep are herd animals- they get nervous when there is no one to follow. Mercer felt her mask after seeing what became of Gwen's, and sure enough she could feel where it started, but could not divide it from her face. The mirrored side was now part of her, and the mask itself was slowly becoming her true face.
Mercer quietly bleated as his wrists deformed and her hands stretched, compacting from the sides to become long and narrow and then started to compress, shortening and thickening while keeping the rounder structure. Like her feet, her thumb and pinky regressed more than the others, completely consumed by the hoof segments to make dew claws and the rest formed the two primary hoof segments. The feeling of the bone shifting was much more obvious in this because she was balancing her weight on the table when they shifted- causing her upper body to jostle slightly with each shift of the structure it was balancing with. She stretched and tensed her legs as if trying to squirm away from the changes of her pants becoming her- but obviously the changes followed. Her pant legs were already becoming part of her, so there was no squirming free of them. Gwen slapped her rump causing Mercer to bleat and give her a half-hearted dirty look, but then a glint of gold caught her eye.
"Heeieey! Those eaahrings don't go weeieeth your roaaahle."
Gwen looked surprised, touching her non-giant hand to them. "Oh, yea, you're right."
Mercer smiled a bit as Gwen started to take them off. "Meieh! Leeeht meeieh have theehem!"
Mercer did not have pierced ears, so rather than put them on normally, Gwen just smiled and pressed the earring onto his big floppy ears and the gold squirmed away, spreading across the skin- immediately fusing with her. They did not fuse with Gwen because they were inappropriate to the role she was playing, but now that Mercer was female- they adhered to her. The tiny emerald in each remained framed in gold at the very tip of the ear, the rest formed an elegant gold filigree embedded in the flesh of her ears. Even if she had been able to lift her ears before- she definitely could not now with gold embedded in it. The mask started to spread on her head now- spreading darkness to her ears, turning the flesh black and causing a super fine black fur to grow on it, and then advance on the face. Her lips turned black first, then the end of her nose. As Mercer bleated at the hollow pops her nose gave off as the bridge expanded wider, her voice raised several pitches.
Her pants had finally started to finish their fusion with his torso, her pussy now clearly visible to everyone who looked. It was like watching her rump emerge from a pool of black ink. As the last traces of the pants became flesh and fine black fuzz, her pussy started to change shape- the tightness of the pants now persisted in her skin! The taint started to compress, dragging her vulva and anus closer together till they were practically touching. Her outer labia started to inflate, becoming very pillowy and completely obscuring her clit within! It inflated till it vaguely resembled a fortune cookie made of soft rubber! Mercer gasped as she looked down at herself and in a burst of change, her ribs cracked and spread, but her white vest also compressed back on it. The two smushed together to become one, but the white material of the vest also bled downward- consuming more of her body than it had covered. Even though the two had become one- her nipples were not visible, having been regressed to nothing below already. Instead- two tiny nubs formed in her crotch. Mercer could not stop letting out subdued, breathy bleats- any sound she tried to make came out as a bleat, and with all the strange feelings in her body it was impossible to just not make sound. Her rear hooves clicked on the floor below her as she fidgeted, shifting her weight from on to the other while the changes happened.
The stiff nubs in her crotch started to jostle slightly as two soft hills formed below them, quickly swelling out with jiggly soft, rubbery skin. The stretching of the skin triggered new born pleasure nerves which caused Mercer to bleat louder. Her face started to deform further- her lips pulling tight toward her nose as the end of it became level with her lips. Her nostrils were small but wide and her upper lip had a cleft leading into it. The seams of the mask slowly vanished entirely into her face as it started to stretch outward, pulling her skull more narrow! Her head wasn't expanding at all, so the longer it got the more narrow it became, creating a very narrow muzzle covered in ultra-fine black fur. She shut her eyes tight as the final changes to her head took place and her eyes grew slightly to match the former mask, and became almond shaped. She opened her eyes with a look of surprise in them, and her memories of who she was before blanked. She remembered her name and coming here but little else. Her pupils started to stretch sideways. Mercer forgot she was supposed to be male, or human, yet was still plainly aware she was changing. The white of the former vest now covered her entire body and the very start of her four limbs and stopped there, now no signs of it having been clothing. The jiggle mounds in her crotch swelled bigger and bigger, and it became more obvious that they were fused together as they stretched outward into a fat, round udder. It stopped growing when it was about the size of two softballs pressed together- which was a pretty good size on her smaller body. Because a sheep is so close to the ground, the stiff teats of its udder do not hang down, but stick out diagonally to either side so they can be reached from the side. The black of the former sleeves finished encapsulating the remaining skin as all hooves completed. Her pupils finished stretching out rectangles.
After a few seconds of silence, Mercer realized her changes were complete. Her attention span now more fleeting than ever- her thoughts unable to focus on any one thing. Unable to think of what to do on her own, she just clacked down onto all fours and stuck to Gwen, shadowing her movements. Sheep operate on one simple concept- follow the leader.
Gwen grinned a fang-filled mouth at Mercer and leaned over to scritch her upper back. "Oh, you aren't done yet~"
As if enticed by her touch, Mercer's fur started to grow longer, but only the portion that was white! It grew in extremely thick and pushed out longer and wavier. It formed a dense mat on her and then started to extend even further. Her body started to look like a pillow, and still it grew more! She started to bleat again as the fur started to feel like a full body hug. It grew so big and long that it started to obstruct her movement, and she felt quite hot because of it. It almost looked like a balloon inflating! Gwen was egging it on, making it grow beyond the normal bounds! The wool did not grow on her limbs at all, but became so huge that it was consuming her limbs regardless! Her little woolen stump of a tail wiggled frantically as the sheep started to worry. Her neck was so thickly encased she could not bend it! The wall of wool started to advance so far out that it was dragging on the ground under her, billowing far over over- and reaching the sides of her head before Mercer put together a long enough string of thought to know to squirm back away from Gwen's touch, which caused the growth to finally stop! Mercer looked like a giant walking pom pom! It weighed so much her legs became wobbly from trying to hold it all up!
Mercer's hooves clicked on the floor as she looked around- her neck could not bend with all the wool around her, so she needed to turn her entire body. Almost all the guests were full animal by now- which means basically no one was paying any attention to her thankfully. Several were having fun playing with their new animal forms, some had fallen so deeply into their roles that they forgot they were supposed to be anything but animals and simply wandered about. A few animals still propped themselves up on the railings or tables to do human things in spite of their forms, and a good portion of them had taken to having sex with one another openly in the hall. Without human morals there was nothing stopping them from acting on arousal, and since most people came here in pairs- they were with loved ones who were now effectively naked. Gwen seemed to somewhat cheat the system- her mask was broken in half, so she was the only guest who was still at least half human. That did not stop her from wanting to have some kinky fun with Mercer in her new form, and the look in Mercer's eyes told her that she was up for whatever Gwen wanted- sheep are followers, not leaders. Mercer had not noticed till now, Gwen had swapped genders as well- she was a he. His pectorals were large enough to almost be able to imitate breasts. Gwen's golden gown opened up to reveal it was not a gown at all anymore. The inside was lined with neon pink flesh, covered in pulsing veins! It was a pair of huge wings growing from his lower back! Only the outer facing side of the membrane still looked like a gown when the wings are wrapped around his torso! As soon as the wings opened up, his phallus flopped out without anything to hold it back! Very long and a bit narrow, the later half of its underside was lined with a row of long narrow, semi-stiff tendrils, and the phallus itself had a tapered end. Its movement immediately indicated he had full control over it, like a tentacle as it reached for Mercer. Gwen was right- it is fun to roleplay sometimes. | null | [] | {
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Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The room was all full of snickering, grinning bulky males as Mike; a clean arctic muscle wolf was dragged upstairs. He really wasn't the type for guy parties, but as he was being dragged, he looked around with his blue eyes with a nervous look. Even though he was obviously being taken against his will, none of them seemed to care. The further they took him upstairs, the more his nostrils seemed to burn with the smell of heavy male musk. Each of the males dragging him only mocked him as he was dragged into the room, their paws all over him as they tore and tugged at his clothes, "What are you doing?"
The room was filthy; there were clothes, jockstraps, and dirty underwear everywhere. The sheets were all over the bed and even on the floor along with used condoms spewing out thick puddles of old cum. It all made his skin crawl and his fur stand on ends. After a loud flush, the wolf watched as a tan bull blessed with a muscular build walked out of the single bathroom, stroking a uncut piece slab of meat between his legs, "Mm, hey Mike. Heard you had a problem having fun, letting loose you know...?" Mike met Mack only recently before, but he had never seen the impressive stud naked before. As the bull sat down on the bed, he grinned as he peeled back his thick foreskin. Mike turned away as he felt a thick musk hit his nose, layers of greasy cum and piss built up along the shaft. The two sweaty lions and the black wolf behind him peeled off their shirts one by one as the others held him down before shoving him to his knees in front of the bull, "No! NO!" Grabbing hold of Mike's jaw, Mack forced the wolf's mouth down over the thick smegma pasted onto the bull's cock. "Oh yeah Mike, you're such a little whore!" The wolf tried to push away the bull's hand as he gagged on the cock, trying not to taste too much of the cheesy build up.
The lion on Mike's right gave a deep chuckle, "Hey Mack, give the kid a breather..." The bull only grinned, "Sure..." Letting go, the lion grabbed the back of Mike's head before burying his muzzle deep into his sweaty drenched pits, washing it in the thick pubic fur under his arms. Trying to push away, the wolf's cries were muffled as his senses were flooded with the hot stink of lion stud. He felt a powerful paw squeeze his jaw and he was forced to taste the oily fur. As he drowned in the steaming stew of sweat, he felt something in the back of his head as thing started to get hazy. Like dogs on a meal, the other lion and the dark wolf were lapping at Mike's dirty foot paws, inhaling deep the stink of sweat before lapping at every toe like a delicious meal. The arctic wolf felt his resolve growing weaker as he struggled to breathe a bit of air through his muzzle, that bit of air drawling in the fresh lion stink into his nose. He couldn't help it as his nipples throbbed and his dick poked out from his sheath. He couldn't comprehend what was happening to him, what the foreign sensation was.
Mike was grabbed again, "Alright, enough of that for now." The wolf threw his palms down against the bull's side, but the male was powerful, gagging Mike again with the greasy build up. But this time as Mike's lips pushed back the slick build up in the foreskin, he nose was buried in Mack's bush crotch pubes which stank of firm male musk, like it hadn't been washed in a week. Nipples throbbing even harder and his red dog dick slurping from its sheath, he emitted an uncontrollable moan that caused his throat to rumble and drive the bull to squirt a bit of pre down the wolf's throat. "Mm, you really are a good little slut...you like it, don't you?" As the bull slowly removed his hand, Mike moved up the slimy, oily meat before observing it as the wicked thick foreskin rolled back up over the tipped head. With a curious paw, he slowly reached his finger and thumb around it before looking at the other four males in the room. Breathing nervously, he peeled back the foreskin, starring at the build up for only a second before putting his lips over the area and slurped on it. The taste was tangy but it quickly became familiar to Mike as he washed it with his rough canine tongue. Mack gave off a loud bull murr as he felt that tongue twirling the smegma around his warm prick. The dark wolf behind Mike suddenly stood up, "Hey, give me a little bit of that will ya...?"
Shaking with eroticism, Mike panted with excitement as he turned towards the other wolf, slightly confused because the male didn't have a foreskin. Chuckling, the black wolf turned his building knot to the side, revealing his sheath which was covered in the same build up as the bull's foreskin, covered in sweat and old cum, "Oh, were you looking for this?" Panting, Mike smothered his muzzle into the wolf's crotch, causing him to jump a bit, "Dang, feisty..." Mack chuckled hard as he stroked his foreskin, "You were too Dick." Curiosity hit the arctic wolf again, sniffing along the black wolf's crotch. The spicy scent of musk grew strong as his nostrils traveled down to the sweaty sheath. Dick growled playfully before his knees got weak, the new wolf lapping hungrily at the skin between his knot and his sheath.
Soon all the other male stood up around Mike as he gorged himself in the stink of males. Each one of them offered their cocks and he was happy to service each of them. As he tried to stand to take a sniff of Mack's sweaty pits, "Uh uh, you'll get more of that later..." Mike's shoulders dropped, a disappointed face spreading across his muzzle. Walking him to the door where the sounds of the party could be heard, "This is just going to be your initiation. If you want all of us, you're going to have to follow a few rules..."
Later that night when Mike got back to his dorm, he felt exhausted, overwhelmed. But after a few good hours, the hypnosis he had experienced was starting to wear off. He felt grimy, dirty, and used. Though as he made his way towards the bathroom, he had heated memories of burying his nose into pits and crotches, his dick throbbing between his legs again. He also remembered the rules, "First, don't wash your body except for your asshole, and even then you have to wash in a sink instead of the shower. And the second is no cologne or deodorant, NONE! Come back in a week and we might just give you what you want..." The wolf's heart pounded in his chest as his paw wrapped around the shower handle. He literally stood there for fifteen minutes with his red tipped cock bobbing between his legs. Paw slipping off the metal nub, he sighed as he wandered out of the bathroom and slipped into his bed.
The wolf lay there in the dark as he wondered about what happened to him that night. Even as his drunken skater cheetah roommate stumbled into the room he didn't make a sound. He watched as the feline kicked off his sneakers and just plopped into bed, passing out really fast. Mike's eyes focused right away on his roommate's red and white sneaker. He remembered how Nate didn't like to wear socks, so all the sweat from his foot paws just built up in his shoe. Heart pounding in his chest again, Mike slapped his paw over his eyes, thinking to himself, "No...I can't do that!" But the temptation got worse; the wolf slowly peeled his paw away before looking at the shoe again. Pushing his sheets to the side, he carefully reached down and picked up the laced material in his grip. Turning over in bed, he hides under the sheets as he presses his muzzle into the size fourteen sneaker before inhaling a deep cloud of sweaty cheetah foot paw. He exhaled quickly before he inhaled again and again, eyes rolling halfway into the back of his head. Overwhelmed by these new sensations, Mike sighed as he tweaked his nipples, slowly falling asleep with his nose in the soft, smelly craddle.
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Lost friends
The high summit of the White Mountains was windy today. The power and force blowing snow and ice all around the caravan and its occupants like waves on a beach. They were all rapped up so all you could see was a pare of dark mysterious eyes. The men walked on the outside of the carts to protect them from falling off the edge or a surprise attack. The females rode in the carts, bundled with their young in big blankets. The clothes worn were that of middle class citizens, natural colors with little to no taters of frays. The cloaks of the men were mostly brown with black cloth covering their faces. The women the same minus white cloth covered their faces. The crest of there clan was etched in the side on the carts and on the cloaks as well. The crest consisted of a horse shoe print with a sword and arrows crossed in the middle. This let people know their class and occupation. They were guardians of the king's land and friends on the outlands as well. The caravan pushed on slowly, almost on the down hill side of the pass. They topped the hill and could see down in the valley below. I was just coming into spring and the flowers and the tree were blooming. The valley was painted in deep greens pinks and purples, with reds and yellows sprinkled in between them. To the south of the pass was the castle of the king, spiking out of the grown like a gray sword. It was huge, the largest castle in all the kingdoms from the blue sea to the sand hills. The leader of the caravan lifted his fist; the caravan came to a halt. He turned and pointed at two men on the left of the first cart.
"Sweep the road below, make sure it is safe." With a booming voice and a single motion of his fist the two warriors made haste down the trail.
"Sythe!" He called out over the caravan. A young warrior came to his side and stood at attention.
"Yes father?" The boy called out, his cloak wipping about in the cold wind.
"I want you to cover the left, but first tell Brohn to fall back and cover the rear." Another order and a wave of his hand and Sythe nodded and briskly walked back to the last cart. The leader then turned and motioned the caravan to continue moving. With a steady jerk the men pulling the carts sprang into action and fallowed. Sythe nodded his head to Brohn to confirm the order and ran up to new place. He looked ahead at his father and smiled under his cloak, admiring his natural ability to lead.
"I will be like him one day, one day." Sythe said to himself.
It was mid afternoon as the caravan started to reach the first groves of trees. The weather had changed from a windy cold hell to a warmer calmer day. Feeling the change in the air Sythe dropped down his face cover and removed his heavy cloak. He placed them on the cart he was walking next to and removed all of the heavy clothing, leaving him in only his brown loin cloth and his sword draped across his back, his fit young body now exposed to the world. An average height for his age but and beautiful horse to look at, his black fur shining in the sun and his in shape body rippling with every step. Many warriors fallowed him in removing their clothes, putting them on the carts and stretching their arms and breathing deep.
"We will rest here for a moment." The leader said with a low voice, noticing his warriors removing articles of clothing.
"How far are we Thrush from the castle?" A voice called from the back of the group.
"Three, maybe four hours." Thrush called back, still looking ahead. The two warriors returned to the caravan, they had removed their heavy clothes as well.
"Sir, the road is clear all the way to town, and the weather should be sunny all the way." The soldier snapped as stiff as a board while addressing Thrush, showing his discipline in his training.
"Good, take a rest and we will continue shortly." Nodding at the soldiers and turning back to look at the caravan, scanning it over to make sure everyone was accounted for. He looked over to his son who was getting a drink in the creek near by. Seeing an opportunity to talk to his son he started to walk over and stops behind him. Sythe was bent down cupping water in his hands and drinking it slowly as some water ran down his chin. He turned his ears to better hear the approaching horse, turning his head to see it was his father. Standing up he smiled at his father, and shook the water off of his hands.
"Water's nice and cold." He said as he wiped his face off and waited for an answer.
"Good, son I wanted to talk to you about what the ceremony will be like tomorrow. Now I know you have heard about it but there are some things you probably don't know." Thrush said with a very serious look on his face.
"Yes, what are they father?" Sythe chimed in, interested it what his father had to say.
"You know that tomorrow you will be knighted by his majesty and you will be given a place in his army. The things you don't know is that you will not see me for two years when you are given your assignment. I have put in a request that you do not serve under me for your first two years so you can learn respect for your fellow soldiers as well as develop your ability to be a leader." Sythe was taken back by the news and couldn't find any words to say. He stood there like a statue processing the news.
"I know this is a shock but don't worry, I will tell the king of your many skills and abilities so you might get a place on his royal guard." Knowing the news was hard to take Thrush smiled and tried to lighten the mood.
"I...wow...ah...thank you father." The words fell out of his mouth in blurbs and he couldn't hide his face of sadness. He couldn't imagine not serving under his father, he couldn't imagine not seeing him for two years. All this was so hard to take and made him a little weak in the knees.
"I hope you understand why I did this, my father did the same thing and I am now the general of the mountain clans. I did it so you can learn from the leaders in the kingdom to further you skills as a leader. It saddens me to see you like this but I promise it will work out in the end." Nodded and turned away from his son, hiding the ears in his eyes and he walked away. Sythe couldn't move, his heart was torn from the news. He would be all alone in the castle, if that's were he is placed. He slowly made it back over to the carts and tried to look happy, but didn't. The other soldiers looking at him, knowing the news he just received. With a booming voice his father called out the order to assemble and get ready to move out. Sythe quickly shook off the grief and returned to his post on the left of his father, knowing it was a long road ahead of him.
They reached the walls of the castle and continued around to the gate. The caravan was met by the sound of horns blowing in the towers to announce there arrival as the gate keeper called out that the general was at the gate. Slowly the gate fell and slammed against the ground, making a dull thud. The order was given by Thrush to move on and the caravan crossed over the bridge. The streets of the city surrounded by the walls quickly surrounded them as they pushed there way through. People were calling out to them to try and sell there goods. An array of species walked around, wolves and cats and Bovines and other horses combed the streets. Sythe had been here before but it still was over whelming and exciting to be here. His time he was not so enthused though, his mind was still stuck on the news given to him up in the pass. He knew that most of the men that were made to serve under the king in his royal guard never left the castle. He hadn't seen many of his friends that he grew up with in three or four years. His best friend went to join the army and ended up here and has never been back. The thought of his best friend only made his heart even sadder. He was absolutely in love with Onych his friend and was devastated when he got the news he was leaving to go to the army. He remembered how they would spend the summer playing in the trees and would fall asleep in the tall grass. A smile came to his face as he thought about he first time they made love. How it was snowing out side and this father was at the town meeting and he was supposed to stay home with Onych. They kissed for the first time that night, making Sythe true to Onych and not sleeping with anyone else since he left. With the thought of that his heart threw out a spark of hope, he was here in the castle and so was Onych. He might be able to see him, and if he was to be stationed here, he might get to work side by side with him. The thought put a big smile on his face and he picked his head up and walked so proud and excited all the way up to the palace.
The palace was a fine place to look at, and even finer place to live Sythe thought. He looked up and the ceiling and the cloth hanging from it. The hall they walked down was giant, stretching a massive thirty feet in the air. Soldiers lined the hall ever ten feet, dressed in armor that was shinny and impressive. He smiled at the thought that he might get to were one of those. A big hit with the men he thought and he stared at them. The group of men finally reached the doors at the end of the hall way and two guards opened them. They walked through into a room that was massive. It had many hall ways leading in different directions and each was marked by a sign next to it.
"General, you will be staying in the west hall, the rest of your men will stay in the north hall. Dinner is at nine and if you need anything there will be maids there to assist you." The guard said and saluted Thrush.
"Very well." Thrush motioned his hand and the guard bowed and left, he then turned and looked at his men.
"I will see you all at dinner, get some rest and get your stuff put away." The men nodded and with out a word started down the north hall way. Sythe was the last one to walk by his dad and he looked at him and smiled.
"See you at dinner." His happy mood made his father look at his strange but then he smiled back and turned to go down the hall to his room. Sythe hurried down the hall to get to his room to put his stuff up so he could start to search the castle for Onych. He hurried as fast he could with all of his stuff over his shoulder. When out of no were a big set of arms grabbed him and pulled him into the corner. Sythe was slammed up against the massive body and brought into a big hug, almost squeezing him to death.
"Huh, get off me, get off right now!" Sythe blurted out. Then the body spoke to Sythe and he froze, the voice was very familiar.
"Is that the way you treat you best friend?" It was Onych, Sythe couldn't believe it. He turned and hugged back not even looking up to see his face.
"I can't believe its you!" He said with excitement and he hugged into the massive horse. He then realized he scared the crap out off him and pushed out of his arms.
"You could have just popped out from around the corner instead of scaring me to death!" Sythe put his hands on his hips and tried to keep a straight face but he couldn't.
"You look so mad at me I can tell." Onych said sarcastically and reached out and pulls Sythe back into another hug.
"I missed you Sythe." He said holding him close.
"I missed you too."
They stood there and help each other for what seemed a long time when Onych broke the hug and looked down at Sythe.
"You don't have a boyfriend do you? Cause that would suck for me." He said smiling.
"No, I haven't had one ever since you left." The Statement made Onych smile even bigger.
"So it is safe to kiss you then right?" He reached down and locked lips with Sythe, not giving his a chance to respond. Sythe reached up and grabbed the back of his head and held him in the kiss, his tongue escaping his mouth and diving into Onych's. Onych picked up Sythe and laid him up against the wall. Sythe dropped his gear and rapped his legs around Onych's well build waste. The two horses were lost in the moment and two guards walked by and were startled at what they saw.
"HHMMM! Shouldn't you two get a room!?" Onych and Sythe broke the kiss and blushed and Onych let Sythe down.
"We were just on our way there." With a nod the two guards started down the hall. Onych looked at Sythe and started laughing.
"Grab your stuff and I will show you to your room." Still laughing he turned and started walking down the hall. Sythe quickly gathered his bag and started after him. Walking a little behind him to admire his body in his little loin cloth and how his white and red fur was almost perfect. Standing ten feet he was a big horse and had the equipment to match. Sythe always was so turned on by his body and his size, and how he could say anything and make it sound so hot.
Only standing seven feet Sythe was quite a bit smaller that his friend but he was also four years younger too. They had been friends for a long time and they were each others first. They would only get to yiff once or twice a month due to training but when they did it was absolutely amazing. Sythe could remember being so sore and hardly being able to walk the next morning after many of them.
Sythe ran up behind Onych and wraps his arms around his waist, throwing him off balance a bit.
"Gods, I missed your sexy ass so much!" Sythe smiled as he squeezed Onych's waist.
"I missed you too." He smiled and grabs Sythe's arms and pulled him to his side.
"Here you are, this is your room sexy." Onych pushes the door open and waves the young horse in.
"Would you like help putting your stuff away?" Onych said in a sexy tone.
"Mmm, yes please." Sythe inquired back, looking at Onych from over his shoulder. Both horses walked in the room and the door slowly closed behind them. | Lost Friends by Onych | [
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Guadalamencha, a desert town of a so-so reputation; nothing special really. There was upper class, medium class and lower class, but that didn't really seperate the people. Upper class kept everything going, Medium class did most of the work and lower class kept servillance. A fine running machine, that everyone contributed in, yet that is self was the problem. Since every did every as expected it made the town boring and lackluster. Except for one thing: The Bull Ring. The greatest form of entertainment in the entire city as well as their prison. Let me explain, when a crimial is proven guilty he move to the bull rings holding pen, which has 30 foot tall walls covered in barb wire. Now if a criminal's sentence is longer that 25 years they have the option to wait it out or go to the ring. The guilty ones tend to choose the ring, which is open for the public to see. Now in that ring is a Cacti, or policeman/bullfighter, waiting for his prey. They are called Cacti because instead of guns they use whips and it really stings when they get a solid, full-body, lash on you. Anywho, the police have ropes, whips and clubs. Unless you were a kung-fu master, you were screwed, just like Miguel.
Miguel was a regular black bull with long thick horns and a mouth like you wouldn't believe. Earlier today, he cursed out the entire staff of his church. Everyone Nun there couldn't believe it and since the church is cavernous his exclamations reached the rest of the cathedral. Parents covered the ears of their children, elderly had heart attacks, and fellow sinners cheered him on, which is why they have so many bulls for this momentous occasion. There's usually only 2 or 3 a month, but that devil brought this town the 'Sunrise-Sunset Bull Fighting Marathon' with a never before heard of 50+ criminals to go to the ring. You see, Miguel doesn't usually goes to church and he decided to go for a service on day and the rest happened as such, he was heavily insulted and spoke of it on the spot with his, uh,...colorful speech.
Now Miguel was being held in a dark, dirty, large room with the other bulls, who were panicking somewhat. Miguel knew his fate long before he did this, but everyone else there just wasn't ready yet.
"Ay, dios mio. I can't believe I'm going down like this. I thought at least I would die peacefully on my deathbed with my beloved Maria, by my side.", said Antonio with a sigh. Antonio was a bulking angus bull, white and brown, with the heart of a poet. He never liked violence much less fighting, and believed that most battles could be won through words. "Now, I am to fight like a maniac before my final breathe? Fantastico..."
"Hey, at least we ain't dancing like some fools out there, eh?", Miguel brought to the table.
At first Antonio was silent, but then he chuckled. "I guess you're right, hombre. At least I can go down with a fight.", said Antonio semi-heroically.
Miguel laughed at his tone. He couldn't believe he was one of his fellow antichrists. 'Looks aren't everything, I guess', he thought. " 'Ey, I'm Miguel D. You?"
"Antonio Ave. Good to see you before we die."
"My pleasure, but I'm still getting used to the fact that there were this many people thinking like this. Makes me feel a bit more normal, ya' know? But I am sort of sorry for lighting all of ya'll fires and took all of you down with me. This was a solo mission. Realidad.", said the dark bovine, messing with his chest hair, lying on his back. Sprawling out without his shirt with the Cacti took from all the prisoners.
Antonio averted his long glance on Miguel's body before he answered. "N-No, no. Don't be sorry. We all felt that way. It was just a matter of time before we got a kick in the wrong direction."
"Oh, ok--wait."
"Sorry, feeling some stress here. Ya' know with the blasphemy, the arrest, the bullring..."
"...O.K., but seriously you need to relax."
"Relax? RELAX!! Hehehehe, Do you know what's on the other side of that door?!?
"3 Crooked Carniverous Cacti armed with metal tipped-whips, ropes and clubs. Unless they've changed the standard in the last two days, I'm right."
Now Antonio sat there trying to understand what was going on.somehow. Miguel watched this on T.V. recently, if not regularly, why would he commit such a crime to be here? Much less be completely calm about it while he's on the chopping block?!? "U-u-u-uh-um. C-could we change the subject for a bit. I'm not the best for gory situations.", mummered Antonio as he attempted to ignore the possibility of being whipped into a bloody pile.
"Lo siento, amigo. Mortitioner in training here. Let's talk about...uuuuh...T.V.?", Miguel is mostly a shut in except for a few books and T.V. Besides that, he doesn't know much else.
The white and brown angus is almost recovered from his panic-attack. He's still wondering how someone could be like that though study. But images were rolling back so he decided to talk about T.V. "Oye, do you know about that soappera that used to play a while back? It was, well, mostly corny, but I was the plot twists that I loved. Had a chameleon on it--"
" Ay, ay,ay! There was only one show that had a chameleon! 'Todos Nuestros Corazons'? I loved that show. Too bad it only got like a tenth of the ratings after the first episode. Only aired 1 season which had 22 episodes. The final episode was beautiful.", Miguel announced still messing with his chest hair.
"The only reason that show failed is because this country is stuck up.", said Ignacio Flores, a slim albino angus who cut of his horns and had a reputation of flirting with...just about anybody. His enterence to a scene rivals that of a flower parade. "Then again that's why I love it. All the royals make us look sofiticated, while the rest of us can just relax." Ignacio then got up and sat next to Antonio, slowly starting to lean on him, 'accidentally' rubbing his head under Antonio's chin. Antonio blushed and shyed far away from the flirt. Ignacio started to whine. "Come on, Tony let me rest on you. I had a hard night and I need some sleep."
Antonio was extremely shy around Ignacio, and it's Ignacio's fault. He was always pestered by Ignacio since they were young, but now that Antonio is so 'irresistable', Ignacio flirted with him every chance he got. You'd think the fact Antonio was dating someone would ward Ignacio away from him, but he was stubborn to get a positive result.
Miguel chimmed in saying, "You two know each other?"
Antonio blushed, making him look cute to Ignacio. "Um, sorta. Iggy here is half of the reason I'm shy"
"Am not! You were like that before I met you. Tambien, if it wasn't for me, you'd still be a mime! Your voice was non-existant until after 2 years of when I first met you. Sadly, I do miss it when you used to hold my arm to and from school in timidness...", said Ignacio defending himself with a sigh.
"Ya, ya!! Don't tell the world about that! People will start to think we're doing something other than casually hanging out."
"Like sex.", injected Miguel
Antonio face was almost blood red when he heard that, so his following word were as such, "W-w-well it's n-n-not like I'm a v-v-vir--"
Before Antonio could finish his rambling, a door to the bull fighting ring opened letting light, blinding most if not all the bulls who were held in the dark room since yesterday afternoon. Then a cowboy twirling a lasso threw it into the crowd and caught a lesser bull by his left horn. The small bull started to panic and tried to heave back into the room clawing at the floor, crying his heart out. The other prisoners let the boy slide slowly to his fate, either scared out of his mind, broken to any and all hope, or finally accepting it and waited for his turn. Nevertheless, the boy was confused, he cried out for help, but no one bothered to move. The cowboy then pulled out a whip and struck the boy three times, once on his arm, once on his lower back and finally on his face. With each strike the small bull writhed in pain, tears and blood being tossed around onto his fellow prisonmates, some cringing at the sight. Now that the boy resisted less it was easier to pull him away, covered in blood from the powerful whip cracks, paralyzed by pain. His eyes were still watering as he was pulled to his doom. As the door closed, most of them others went into the fetal position trying to be somewhere else. Others hyperventilated and passed out. Fear sticken in all that had feeling, compassion, a soul.
"You're a virgin, arent you?", Miguel urged on.
Antonio, Ignacio and the rest of the bulls were surprised at how well he was taking this, much less maintaining his emotionless. There wasn't any remorse at all on his face. Everyone was scared of Miguel now and most of them scooted away from him, muttering things like, 'El Diablo' and 'Heartless Bastard'. How could he not shed a tear for the boy?
Ignacio wanted to know how in the world he could be like this, so he continued to say, "Wow, you're one of a kind, aren't you?"
"Oye, I asked a question first.", Miguel said, peeved.
"Ya, ya. I, uh, well, haven't had...sex...yet...", Antonio's voice got quiet at the end of the sentence.
The femme-esque white bull was shocked he hadn't know this. He thought maybe he and Maria did it at sometime, but apparently his Tony really is shy about that. "Oh, Tony, I didn't know you were so innocent. Why didn't you tell me? I would have done alot more than flirt with you if I knew you virgin. Ah, Tony come here someone needs a hug.", and to his surprise he wasn't pushed away. Antonio sort of needed some comfort and he was glad that Ignacio understood that enough just by looking at him. Too bad Ignacio ruined this moment by slowly working his hands to his butt. After that Antonio bolted away from him six whole feet away from him. "Iggy, please.", Antonio pleaded.
"Que disastro. I'm doing something wrong. I've told him he's got a great chest, great abs and a great ass to go with all that. You'd think he'd be used to it after all this time. Why is he still like this?", wondered little Ignacio.
"...I wish I had somebody like you to compliment my body...", Miguel said running his hand through his chesthair. Miguel realized now that it was uncomfortably warm and he started to sweat a long time ago, actually. His body now glistening in the dim light above them. "I find that,...charming"
"Well, Miguel, you do have an excellent body...", Ignacio whispered as he went closer to Miguel beefy bod, craving for all that was Miguel, but he was awfully worn out due to a mixture of the heat and poor sleeping habits so he just said, "...You don't mind if I rest on you, do you?"
"No, not at all, you seem tired. Come on over.", Miguel said driving Ignacio faster towards him.
Ignacio truly was tired and having a nice sturdy ten-pack ab pillow made him feel more comfortable. This was nice for him, he finally got close to another male without being pushed aside or ignored. Also, Miguel's musk made it hard to go to sleep intoxicating Ignacio's brain with all sorts of feelings of erotica. Making something else of Ignacio's hard. He was in the perfect conditions when he thought about it. 50+ guys; there were some females, but he didn't care, high temperature, someone to talk to, everyone drenched in sweat. Ignacio couldn't take it anymore! His breathing quicken, pants were thighter, and eye candy all around. Ignacio tried to hold back, but each minute he held back the more he wanted to do it. Then he said, "Fuck it.", and started to undo his pants and jerk himself right in front of everybody! He was in his own world now thinking about all sorts of naughty things. How big was Antonio, was Miguel a good kisser, how hot would a three-way be. As each thought rolled through his mind he snorted with delight convulsing on the floor like crazy, until Miguel interrupted the one pounding his meat, saying, "Seriously, Iggy? Right here?...". Ignacio ignored Miguel and just went on going deeper and deeper into his three-way male daydream. Needless, to say the black bull wouldn't take that, as he started to nibble on Ignacio neck, making him shiver all over. The hornless bull couldn't continue on his penis as he was being boldly flirted on. He never has been put in this position before and from Miguel's point of view he was doing a good job. With tounge hanging out, the flirt became the flirted, as Iggy became inticed in Miguel's chew-nibbling. He always wanted someone to take the lead in a relationship; he didn't mind being a bottom. Finally someone was taking notice to him and his well-toned body. He was happy and couldn't think of anything more that would feel so right.
Then Miguel went even further.
Ignacio's face was now pink from blushing as Miguel reached around Iggy's back and gave him a handjob around his 6 inch cock. The hornless bull was in bliss as he was getting his dick worked on. He never felt anything like this, so magnificent. Twirling his head about in ecstasy, as Miguel pumped slowly. Ignacio was so close to getting off, but apparently Miguel had other ideas. The black devil wanted him to be in that state forever, panting like the little whore he was. He licked Iggy's neck sending shivers down his spine and messing with Iggy's nipples with his free hand. Ignacio was drooling a bit and after a while he started to humping into Miguel's hand, urging him to go faster. "Well, well, someone's horny, but don't worry; I have just the trick...", Miguel said as he slowly started to snicker.
No one believed what they were seeing, two male bulls getting it on, infront of everybody. Most started to look away when Ignacio started on himself, althought there were some still looking. One of those being Antonio. The white and brown Angus was so drawn on looking away, but his interest and curiosity quickly kept his eyes dead on Miguel and Ignacio. Is this what Ignacio wanted to do with him? Antonio thought about it, but shaked his head and to scramble any thoughts of him and another man. He was still with Maria, sort of, and they promised to saved themselves for after marriage, but he was on deathrow and it's not like anybody would know...Except for himself! "No, no, no, no, no! I will die on deathrow, before I become or take jailbait!", he declared to himself unassuredly. Antonio's eyes are peeking over his shoulder at Miguel and Iggy for their next trick. He didn't want to miss a second, of course.
"Are you ready, mi flore blanco?", said the black bull as he teased Ignacio by licking his neck, from his upperchest all the way up to the tip of his ear. All Iggy could do now is moan and nod his head. The albino bull waited, but all he got was release from his cock. Needless to say he was confused, until Miguel bent him over with his face crashing into the ground and pulled down his pants. This hurt, alot, but the major rimming he was getting was well worth it. Lil' diablo was licking the asshole of the hornless bull on the ground. He slowly lubricated the entire buttcrack of Ignacio with his saliva, savoring the sweaty, musky taste and when he was done he slowly pumped his tounge into the albino asshole. Iggy just grinded his head into the floor, losing himself in the massive pleasure happening in his hindquarters.
Antonio couldn't believe his eyes. This couldn't possibly be what his friend wanted to do to him, could it? Wierd. He thought that he would feel completely uneasy after seeing this, but on the contrary. If anything, he felt more...curious.
By now Iggy was basically eating dirt, but he didn't care. The way his asshole was being treated was glorious and he didn't want it to stop. Miguel stopped again. 'He probably likes to tease all of his mates, the devil.', thought Ignaico. But no matter, when the black bull put two of his bulky fingers into that tiny butthole, it was all worth it. He couldn't believe what was happening. Not only did someone take an interest in him, the same person was burying his snout into his buttocks a few moments ago. "Simply heavenly, Miguel", Iggy blurted in his own little whirlwind of declining lust.
"Aw, I wouldn't say that...", and with that twilight was created when the darkness entered the light through anal penitration. A shudder worked its' way up Ignacio's spine making his eyes roll back, tounge hang out, and right ear twitching. After the head of Miguel's penis worked it's way into Iggy, he sat down and lifted up his mate and slowly inched him down his own 9 inch cock. Inch by inch by inch, he slowly lowered Iggy, sending wave of pleasure through his slender body. Up until now all of Ignacio's mates had been quick with their fucking, but this Miguel clearly knew the meaning of foreplay. The waves of pleasure slowly stopped crashing as Lil' Diablo stopped holding Iggy's arms to hold his waist as he lifted the white bull up and down. What an amazing feat of strength! Miguel is basically masturbating with Ignacio on his cock. The white bull couldn't take much more of this he was about to cum, but he didn't want to. Not yet.
It's hard to keep looking at something that's turning you on while hiding your erection as Antonio was attempting to do. He was so confused and imbarassed to think properly. Why exactly was this turning him on? Why is his penis approving? He started to shake his head at another feeble try to scramble his thoughts for the white bull, but they still came so he began to beat his head against the floor. 'Dammit, Ignacio', thought Tony, 'If anything you're an perverted homolder brother to me. So, why? Why does this image of you arouse me?'
The slim bull is on the edge of climaxing. Miguel's cock constantly being pumped into his ass was alot for him to take in the first place. He was just so big. His musk wasn't helping either. 'He's just so...so...awesome', as he thought when Iggy slowly started to squirt cum from his god-given beef. Oddly enough he didn't feel spent yet. Ignacio stll had that lust running through his veins. At first he was worried, of course, but he was curious of if he could cum again, so he kept his cock ride going. Miguel was a bit startled, along with everyone watching, of why Iggy was still going and the white bull's tight hole was making Miguel cum a bit faster than usual. That and his fucking speed, which Iggy just loved to death.
By now Antonio had given up on why his old friend was his new flame, but he didn't want anybody else to know so he ducked away in a dark corner away from the light so he could secretly masturbate. 'Just this once, please just this once and never let me feel these feelings about Ignacio ever again. I have a girlfriend, please God lend me this absolute release', Tony prayed. Tony slowly pulled out his 7 inch cock in all it's erect glory and started pumping away. At first he was only working the tip of his member but he glanced over to some of the other guys who were rubbing the area betwix their ball and asshole. He was surprised some others actually revealed themselves as well, but what they were doing seemed to be working for them so he tried it. 'Wow, this feels great! Maybe I should tell Ignacio to do this to me someday', he thought. As he continued he found himself faster to climax than usual, maybe due to the attempts to hide his cock, but he was getting there. No one but himself knows this but Antonio constantly snorts when he's deep into something. Snort after snort, he came that much closer to cumming and as he quickly arced his back he came hard enough for his cum to reach his upper neck. When he was done he just sat there thinking, 'Now that I think about it, I guess I can see why he likes guy so much but still...', and after that he looked over to Iggy and Miguel who were going at an incredible speed and noticed something he wish he hadn't. There was blood coming from Ignacio's asshole.
"I'm about to cum!!", Miguel announced unashamedly to his crowd as the white bull's ass started to fill and fill with blood dribbling out. The crowd was in shock and they began to mummur. Iggy and Miguel were still too tired to even listen to them as they lied down together with Miguel still inside Ignacio. "Oye, Miguel", huffin' and puffin' like there's no tommorrow, "What made you -huff- grab my cock -huff- in the first place?"
Miguel replied, "That innocent face. You look like the type of person who feels they needed to be loved, ya' know?", then the black bull started to hug the white bull on his chest.
A wave of emotion hit Ignacio and tears started to come down his eyes. "Awww, you're just saying that...", he tried to hide his tears.
"Eyes are the window to the soul and scars never truly fade away, physical nor mental.", replied Miguel who saw wounds around his horns and glided his finger around them. "You didn't cut your own horns, did you?" Ignacio's tears became a waterfall as he tried to unhinge himself from Miguel's cock. "Tell me what happened...NOW.", he demanded, "I want to know"
"Miguel..."
"Tell me what happened to you or I'll crush you.
"What??..."
"You think these arms are only for improv' during sex? Tell me what happened or you'll recieve the worst bear hug ever."
"I don't want to talk about--HHRRGGKK!!", Miguel tightened his grip.
"I didnt say 'If you wanted to' I said tell me...OR ELSE.", and right after that Antonio came in and kicked Miguel in the head. Ignacio got free and got away as far as he could.
" 'Tonio? Hehehe...HAHAHA!! I figured you as a smart one, but I guess I was wrong!", Miguel got up and charged at Antonio, but Antonio flipped him well over his head and near the door. Miguel quickly got up and said with bloodshot eyes, "Oh, now your gonna get, hombre!!", but before he could go, a whip got his arm, then another on his other arm, and one more on his legs. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, but he managed to slightly resist by pulling on the ground to get this cryptic message out, "I swear after I'm done with the Cacti, I'll get you to say your little secret one way or another!!", the doors slammed shut with Miguel on the other side.
After being paralyzed by that cryptic message, Antonio quickly ran to his newfound secret crush, picking him up, worried that he might be bleeding to death. "Ignacio? Are you okay? Ignacio?!?"
"Don't worry about me. I'm just...a little...sleepy..."
"Ignacio? Ignacio?!? No...I wanted to tell you something. Something I just got the courage to say...I...I love you...
"...I knew I'd get you...to come around...eventually.", said Ignacio as he fell limb.
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MISCHA
"I ordered a woman." I stand in the doorway of my hotel room glaring at a tall, blonde white guy. I tighten the belt of my terry cloth robe.
His full upper lip curls in a slight sneer. "You reserved an appointment with Abbi." I can't pinpoint the light accent. Nordic, maybe? "I'm Abbi."
Who names their son Abbi? "Obviously, I thought you were a woman." The perky clerk at the front desk failed to mention that Abbi, the only masseuse available today, was a man. For what I'm paying for this private massage, mistakes are unacceptable, especially after the day I've had.
"As you can see, I'm not a woman, Ma'am." He emphasizes that last bit. I openly examine him. He looks to be in his late 20s, likely only a few years younger than me. The white cotton t-shirt stretches across his broad shoulders and seems tight enough at the sleeves to cut off circulation to his bulging biceps. His blonde hair, short on the sides and longer on top, is parted at the side and neatly combed back, giving him the appearance of a business man more than a masseuse.
I start to shut the door. "Please have them send someone else."
Abbi holds the door open, not budging. "What you see is what you get, lady." He's dropped the formalities. "And if you cancel without notice, I'll still have to charge you the full amount."
I consider unleashing my pent up anger on him - I'm the one paying to be pampered here - but then I see his hands. Big. Like basketball player big. With an abundance of veins. Veiny, man hands are my weakness.
I swing the door open. I may as well partake in what I'm already paying for. "I only want a massage. Nothing extra." As he walks past me, I can't help but notice just how tall he is. I'm 5'11'' and he towers over me. I fear I may have spoken prematurely,
Abbi enters my room without a second glance, carrying a large massage table like it's as light as a lawn chair. "What the client wants, the client gets." His earthy cologne reminds me that this man's massive hands will be all over my naked body and I don't even know his last name. "Where would you like me to set up?" His tone is polite, but his deep brown eyes are impatient. He's one of those men who's broodingly handsome when he's pissed.
"On the balcony." The proximity to the clear blue ocean was the reason I spent my entire year-end bonus on this room. I plan to soak in as much of the view as possible.
I follow him onto the balcony, exhaling silently. We've started out on the wrong foot and he's not to blame. If my boss hadn't broken his promise to not contact me during my vacation, I may have been a little less hostile. I try to remedy my mishap. "Would you like anything to drink? Water? Juice?" I have a six-pack of beer, but it seems like offering him alcohol would be inappropriate.
"I'm fine," he responds, continuing to set up his table without looking my way. His white linen pants loosely caress his shapely buttocks as he spreads a white cotton sheet over the table. In the light of the afternoon sun, I spot the sharp curves of a runner's thighs and catch a flash in my mind of Abbi jogging bare-chested and barefoot on the beach.
I put my pride on hold. "Look, I apologize about before. My boss has been hounding me all day with useless requests and all I want is to enjoy my vacation. I shouldn't have taken my frustrations out on you. I'm sorry." It's been a while since I've owned up to a mistake. In the world of business, admitting a wrongdoing is the equivalent of tossing yourself to a pack of wolves. Oddly, Abbi gives me the impression he won't hold it against me.
He leans against the table, arms crossed over his expansive chest, the afternoon sun casting shadows on his biceps at the perfect angle to emphasize their solidity. This is exactly why I wanted a female masseuse, to avoid any feelings of...arousal.
"That's a first." His boyish smile lights up his face and my heartbeat kicks up a notch.
"What is?"
"A customer apologizing. It doesn't happen often."
I'm not sure if he's being smug or sincere. "Well, just don't think you can guilt me into giving you a bigger tip. You'll still have to earn it."
"Don't worry, I'll earn it." He returns to his preparations.
Yep, he's definitely being smug. "I'll leave you to it then," I say, before escaping to the kitchen.
I down a shot of coconut rum. He is the complete opposite of what I was expecting - male and hot as sin. How am I supposed to relax with that man's hands rubbing and stroking my needy body? If it hadn't been so long since I'd had some dick, I'd be less of a wreck right now.
I deal with men of all ilks on a regular basis - tall ones, short ones, handsome ones, aggressive ones. And I always manage to come out on top in the ageld battle of the sexes. So, why is it that this blonde Adonis is throwing me off my game?
Maybe it's all the rumors I read online about spa resort masseuses and the things they're willing to do for a good tip. I'm not the kind of person to request something like that. When I get laid on this vacation, it won't be because I'm paying for it. I'm not that desperate. Right?
It's not like anything will happen anyway. He's a professional. My attraction to him is the only thing making this awkward.
"Suck it up," I whisper to myself. "It's just a massage." I take another shot, before remembering how horny rum makes me. "Shit." And I realize just how naked I am beneath the robe I'll be shedding.
ABBI
I turn up the heat on the massage table to just below medium. Judging from how high-strung she is, my guess is this client runs a little hot.
I set up my smartphone along with a small speaker on the patio table, selecting a new-age playlist for now, hoping it will bring her anxiety down a notch. A massage is exactly what she needs. It might just relieve some of the tension she radiates like a nuclear bomb.
I've had customers like her before, ones who prefer a female masseuse. They tend to be easily excitable and fear embarrassment of being aroused. I'll have to lean more on the mechanical than sensual side for this one, though it doesn't help that she's so stunning.
When she first opened the door, I was thrown off balance. Black women are a rarity in these types of resorts, which cater to white, suburban housewives. Finding her on the other side of the door was a surprise. And the glare she sported did nothing to mask her natural beauty.
Her brown eyes, darker brown than my own, were almond-shaped and almost too large for her round face. Pouty lips belied her headstrong personality. And then there was her skin, the rich brown of freshly ground cacao beans and smooth as marble underneath her white robe. Even now, my hands are itching to get a feel of her.
She finally joins me on the balcony, looking a little unsure of how to proceed. "Should I just..." She begins to loosen the belt on her robe. The cheeky side of me wants to just stand there and let her strip down in all her feminine glory, but I suppress the impulse.
"Is this your first massage?" I ask in a gentle tone.
She pauses her movements. "Yes."
I stand between the rail of the balcony and the massage table. Grabbing a cotton sheet, I hold it up in front of me, everything below her neck shielded from my eyes and those of anyone passing by on the beach. "I would recommend going completely nude, but you can keep on whatever undergarments you prefer. Whatever makes you comfortable."
She hesitates before saying, "I'll go nude then."
I had expected her to at least leave on her panties. Most women do. I turn my head as she disrobes. I swallow, imagining how the sunlight must be illuminating her immaculate skin. "As you wish. You can rest your face down in the donut."
I hear the squeak of her climbing onto the table and give her a few seconds to settle in. I drop the sheet, covering her body up to her shoulder blades. I remain silent, hoping the swish of the swaying palm trees in the warm breeze, paired with the music, will begin to put her at ease. Me and her both.
"How do you like the heat of the table?"
"Just a little too warm."
I smile to myself as I turn it down. "It should take a minute or two to cool down, but just let me know if it's still too warm."
"I will." She seems like the type who's not afraid to be clear about what she wants. I briefly wonder if that translates to the bedroom before dismissing the thought.
I move to the head of the table, knowing her only view is of my bare feet. "What kind of massage would you like today?"
"What do you suggest?"
"Well, it depends on what you're looking for. Our deep tissue massage is great for targeting any problem areas, like neck and lower back pain. Our most popular is the Swedish massage, which is full body and more for relaxation. It's also my specialty." My unique technique, honed during various apprenticeships under the best in the business, is the reason I'm making a more than decent living as a masseuse and traveling the world for almost nothing. It's also the reason I'm the second-most requested masseuse at the resort. The most popular of the three of us has mastered "alternative" techniques I have no interest in trying out.
"Let's go with the Swedish." I like the sound of that last word on her tongue.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Please, call me Mischa."
The name suits her - complex, with both a feminine and masculine energy to it. "Mischa." I move the sheet lower, to rest just above the crack in her cheeks. My cock stirs at the sight of the colorful butterfly tattooed in the middle of her hip bone. Part of it disappears beneath the sheet covering her ample bottom. "Beautiful name." For a beautiful woman.
"My mom was a ballerina and studied in Russia for a few years. She heard the name in a song and never forgot it. Most Americans I meet think it's just made up."
"I'm Scandinavian, so I know better." I squirt coconut oil into my hands. The raspy sound of my palms rubbing together fills the lull in our conversation. I place my hands onto her shoulder blades and she tenses slightly before finally exhaling, her back muscles relaxing.
The contrast of my pale hands against the deep brown of her smooth back is enough to get my dick twitching. The velvety softness of her firm skin, however, is what kicks my cock into full gear. I slide my hands over her back, warm and slippery. The oil on her skin glistens. The fragrance of coconut wafts around us. Good thing her view is obstructed, or she'd see my dick already standing at half mast.
"What part?" She breaks into my thoughts.
"Sweden." Even my pronunciation of my home country has become Americanized.
"Lovely country. And people. My business has taken me to Scandinavia more than once."
"I miss it." It's been over a year since I've seen my family and my mother regularly asks when I'll be coming home. The guilt has only grown with time, but I've fought hard not to let it distract me from my mission. I plan to set foot on every island in the Caribbean before returning to my homeland. I'm only halfway there.
Her upper back is tight and I don't hold back in working out the knots, taking care not to go too deep. Slowly, the tension in her shoulder blades releases. I move further south, kneading her lower back, and she moans, as though involuntarily. I release some of my own tension, gently bumping my stiffening cock against the table.
"Just let me know if anything feels too uncomfortable and I can adjust." What I really want is to make her moan again. I rub more massage oil into my hands and increase the pressure of my ministrations. Her muscles have no choice but to obey, succumbing to my movements.
"I've got a high tolerance for pain."
She sighs and my dick is now officially at full mast.
MISCHA
His movements hesitate, for just a moment, before continuing to my hip bones. I raise an eyebrow. He presses his thumbs into my flesh, the tenderness in that spot causing me to suck in a breath.
He pauses. "How are you doing?"
The mix of pain and pleasure is surprisingly arousing, a rush unlike anything I've felt before. My pussy clenches beneath the sheet and I hope he won't notice the slight rock of my hips. I've worked long hours to be here; I've been a star employee, at the beck and call of senior management for years, slowly rising the ranks of leadership. My first couple of days on the secluded island are proving to be worth all of it. And Abbi is fast becoming the decadent fondant on my chocolate cake.
"Fine. Just a little tender." In a good way.
"Ok, I'll do some work on your arms for now. We can come back to that later." His voice sounds lower, hungry even.
I almost protest - I'm enjoying the ache - but instead let him lead the way. It feels good to not be in control, a rarity in my position. He molds his long fingers across my tricep, squeezing as he runs his hand down my arm. He pauses at my wrist, engulfing the delicate bone in his monstrous hand, and I shudder. He does the same to my other arm.
I continue with the small talk to distract myself from the tingling between my thighs. "How long have you lived on the island?"
"Almost a year, but I usually don't stay in the same place for too long."
"Not a bad idea," I say, imagining how nice it would be to live a more nomadic life, going wherever the wind takes me.
"My mom would disagree with you."
"I'm sure she's just worried about you. Being a massage therapist doesn't offer the same security as a 9-to-5 job."
"I earn twice as much as my dad did when he retired. I wish it were just about the money."
That's impressive. "Maybe she just wants you to settle down. Start a family. Assuming you don't have kids..." I'm fishing and don't care if he realizes it. I'm on vacation, damnit. I can flirt with my hot, young masseuse.
"I don't. And don't plan to until I'm over 35. Gives me a good eight years to be selfish."
Okay, so he's a lot younger than me. "Same here. I like to spend my hard-earned money on me, myself and I." I grin. "And you, of course."
"Much appreciated, Ma-" he catches himself, "Mischa."
"You've already more than earned your tip, by the way."
"I'm just getting started." He moves the sheet up, exposing my thick thighs and calves to the island breeze. He grabs my calves and spreads my thighs a little wider apart. I'm thankful for the cloth covering my buttocks and moistening sex. "Being single is a state of mind, I always say." He presses the heel of his hand into the side of my ass cheek and then kneads it with both hands. I exhale. No one has ever massaged my ass. "I've learned to really savor the time I spend with people, as well as the time I spend alone."
"I completely agree. I was in a relationship for seven years that was going absolutely nowhere. I decided I could either force marriage on the both of us or go solo and become the person I've always wanted to be. I chose the latter."
"That seems to be working out nicely for you."
I smile. "It is."
We both remain silent as he focuses on one and then the other buttock. When his hands land on the backs of my thighs, I'm ready. He massages first the outer and then the inner thigh muscles, using both hands simultaneously. My thick thighs are no challenge for his strong hands and the muscles begin to loosen like all the other areas he's conquered. My inner thighs are especially sensitive from the constant friction of rubbing together. My pussy is all but dripping now.
He returns to the side of the table. "Do you mind if I remove the sheet completely?"
"Not at all." As far as I'm concerned, he won't see anything he hasn't already seen before. I doubt I'm the first woman he's aroused. I close my eyes, letting the tiny insecurities about my body drift away with the warm breeze.
The music has shifted from new age to more of a chill vibe. It creates the perfect ambience for this outdoor setting. I've surrendered to Abbi's hands and to the experience in general. I'm completely exposed and along for the ride.
Without the barrier of the sheet, his hands glide up and down my ass, the glorious sensation accentuated by the squelching sound of hands on oiled flesh. My cheeks jiggle in his pliant hands and I pray they don't make a clapping sound.
I adjust my right arm, lifting it slightly off the table. It comes into contact with something hard.
Oh shit, it's his dick. "Sorry," I say in a rush, my face growing hot.
He clears his throat. "I'm the one who should apologize. I'm usually a lot better at, um, controlling myself."
I'm thoroughly embarrassed but also deeply flattered. Stretch marks and all, my ass excites a man all the way from Sweden, from a world literally thousands of miles away from mine. "I'll just take it as a compliment."
He grips my hips and then slowly runs both hands from my waist to my feet. I curl my toes in response, fearing I'll soak the sheet beneath my drenched channel.
All hope of keeping my arousal under control flies out the window when he begins to work on my feet. I've long suspected the soles of my feet were an erogenous zone but had never left them in the hands of a skilled masseuse.
I moan with abandon when he presses his thumb into the arch of my foot, a spark shooting straight to my clitoris. He squeezes my foot and massages the same sensitive area. The image of his hard cock tenting his thin linen pants crosses my mind. Before I can stop myself, my arousal builds to a blinding crescendo and I come, crying out. My hips rise up from the table, ass in the air, as I ride out the orgasm, vaguely aware that I'm on full display. It's refreshingly liberating.
Without a word, Abbi gingerly moves to the other foot, repeating the same movements in the same order and like some on-demand orgasm machine, I come again, this time able to feel the juices leak from my pussy. I think I hear him emit a low, guttural growl.
I whimper, imagining how this must all look. "Oh God," I whisper, not at all sure how to break the silence.
"An unavoidable hazard of the job," Abbi says, his voice tinted with arousal. He moves the sheet back into place, covering my back and legs. At my shoulder blades, he raises the sheet up just a little. "I'm going to have you flip over now."
ABBI
I knew my little trick would work. She popped like a champagne bottle cork. Twice. I should feel guilty, but once I uncovered her soaking wet pussy, I couldn't help myself.
I resist the urge to press my cock against the table and rub my desire away. She's not the first woman I've made orgasm during a foot massage; she's just the first I've wanted to fuck. Mischa's release is phenomenal to witness. Her ass high in the air, as her juices dripped from her sweet pussy, made me want to bury my tongue in her leaking channel and suck away.
My pleasure is linked to hers. And I'm willing to risk it all just for a taste of what she has to give. I want to offer the highest form pleasure to this dazzling creature writhing beneath my hands, who makes me remember why I became a massage therapist in the first place.
Satisfying women has always satisfied me. Mischa has taken this experience to a new level and I'm curious to see how far we can go...together. She has to feel this connection between us.
Mischa rolls onto her back and our eyes meet. Her brown irises have gone black with desire. The sheet rests so that just the tops of her full breasts are exposed. Her pebbled nipples beneath the sheet call out to my tongue and I long to wrap my entire mouth around her peak. Mischa's gaze drops to the conspicuous bulge in my pants. Not only do her eyes burn a hole in my crotch, but she licks her lips. Those lips that are made for fucking.
I admit I've often towed the line between sensuality and sex in my career as a masseuse. It's unavoidable. As long as the arrangement is consensual, I don't sweat it. And most resorts turn a blind eye to whatever goes on behind closed doors. But I've only ever focused on the pleasure of my client, offering hand jobs by request, with all the work done on my part and the woman's orgasm my top priority. Although I've been offered all kinds of sex in return, I've never accepted.
Now, all I want is to slip my hard dick between Mischa's luscious lips while thrusting my fingers into her wet pussy. Suddenly, the sheet covering Mischa's chest lowers. Her brown breasts are fully exposed. Her nipples are made for sucking, wide and accentuated by slightly darker, large areola. She arches her back, her full globes thrusting toward the sky.
I take the hint, squirting more oil into my hands and warming them before engulfing her breasts.
"Yes," she breathes huskily. My dick aches to be freed from the confines of my pants.
I rub in slow circles, covering her breasts in a thin sheen of oil. I flick my thumbs over her hard nipples and she arches her back again. I hump the side of the table, rubbing my hard dick up and down the smooth edge. The little mewling sounds she makes prompt me to hump faster. One of her hands moves beneath the sheet, down between her thighs. The sheet moves up and down with her motion. She's rubbing her clit.
I moan in appreciation and she responds by using her other hand to squeeze my cock through my linen pants.
"Fuck," I hiss. She loosens the string around my pants and frees my cock in record time. Pre-cum escapes at the sight of her slender brown fingers wrapped around my pink cock. Her gaze is laser-focused on the purple head.
I cup one breast with both hands and squeeze. She pants my name, "Abbi." I do the same to the other breast before leaning down to flick her nipple with my tongue. Her orgasm comes fast - her expression twisted with lust - as she clamps down on my dick with her hand.
Unable to hold back, I thrust one last time, before cum erupts from cock, squirting all over her oiled breasts. She releases me to rub the creamy cum into her tits, before grabbing my member again and running that same cum up and down my twitching dick.
I finish what she started, rubbing the rest of my cum into her breasts and tugging at her darkened nipples.
Mischa laughs with abandon; sensual music to my ears. "I will never mistake you for a woman again."
I give one last thrust with my softening dick. "I hope not."
Later, I wait by the hotel room door as she washes up. I'm working up the courage to ask her out, take her on a real date. In my short time here, I've become familiar with all the spots locals keep a secret from the tourists and would love to give her an intimate tour of the island.
Mischa walks out of the bathroom, wrapped up tight. My mouth waters at the memory of what's beneath her robe. I long to familiarize myself with the parts I have yet to see.
Before I can speak the words to ask her out, however, she's shoving a wad of cash into my hand. It's easily triple what I usually get.
Avoiding my eyes she says, "Thank you. I really needed that."
"It was my pleasure," I say, trying to will her to meet my eyes. "How about-"
"I really have to get some work done tonight. Thanks again, you're very good at your job." She still refuses to meet my gaze.
I reach for her hand and place the cash in her palm. "Your pleasure was tip enough." I give her a light kiss on the cheek. "I want you, Mischa, not your money. I hope to see you again tomorrow night."
I let myself out, though I want more than anything to just stay and spend the night exploring every crevice of her tight body.
MISCHA
The fulln shame hits the morning after. I've become some unhinged cougar who jerks younger men off and rubs their cum into my tits. Hours later, the memory of his warm seed squirting all over me makes me clamp my thighs together. My panties are already drenched.
I sit in the dining area, pushing pieces of pancake around on my plate. I need to figure out my next move. Should I book another appointment? Is he even working today? If I request him specifically, will people figure out what happened between us?
Abbi has marked me. His hands are seared into my feet, my back, my breasts. I exhale. He knew exactly how to stimulate my breasts, using just the right amount of pressure in all the right places. He'd made me aware of sensitive spots I never knew existed. He seemed to know my titties better than I did.
My pussy gushes imagining those nimble fingers rubbing between my slick folds and dipping into me. Those capable fingers could definitely locate my elusive g-spot, where so many men have failed before. I wonder if orgasming from g-spot stimulation can produce an even stronger release. Especially if he's eating me out at the same time. And massaging my breasts. Is that physically possible? I smile to myself. He seems like the flexible type.
"He was amazing," I overhear a woman say from a couple of tables over. She's attractive, in her mid-40s, with a golden brown tan that highlights the toned muscles of her abs. She sits with a woman who could be her twin, both dressed in bikini tops and sarongs.
"I know," her companion says in a hushed whisper. "I had no idea I was a squirter."
The first woman laughs. "The things he did with my ass..."
I rush out of the dining area before I can hear the rest. The stiffness in my neck that disappeared with Abbi's massage is returning with a vengeance, along with a throb in my temples.
I'm an idiot. "How could I have been so stupid?" I whisper to myself. I'm no different from all these other women paying a young stud to get them off; one who would likely not give them the time of day outside of a hotel room. Although I initially had no intention of getting anything more than just a massage, I'd let him give me multiple orgasms and even jerked him off.
And rubbed his cum all over my tits.
I've decided. It's best for the both of us if this just ends now and I save myself the embarrassment of trying to pay a man for sex for the second time in my life.
In my hotel room, I schedule an appointment with another masseuse, making sure it really is a woman this time. The tension in my back and neck is at an all-time high.
An hour later, I answer the knock at my door. Abbi glares back at me.
ABBI
"Abbi," she stumbles as I invite myself in. I move quickly without my massage table, which I don't need because I'm not on duty. I'm here to find out exactly why she ordered a massage from somebody else and why she's been avoiding my calls to her hotel room.
She's been on my mind all night - I jerked off a record number of times to her ass alone - and all throughout the day. I even turned down special requests because the only pussy I want to massage is hers.
I try not to let the fact that she's probably naked under her robe distract me. "Have something you need to say to me?"
She crosses her arms over her chest, having gotten over her initial shock of my sudden arrival. The onerous woman I first met is back in full force. "Oh, I would think it's the other way around. Anything you want to say to me?"
I furrow my brow, not sure what's going on here. "I've been straight with you from the beginning. You're the one making appointments behind my back."
"I wasn't aware our exchange yesterday sealed us in some sort of exclusive contract. I can get a massage from whomever I like. And it's not as though you're strapped for customers."
I sigh, beginning to understand what this is about. "I cleared my appointments tonight for you. I don't want anyone else."
"Not even the squirter?"
I scoffed. "The what?"
Mischa places her hands on her hips. "Don't act like you don't remember the woman you made squirt. Apparently, for the first time."
I shake my head. "That wasn't me."
"The hell it wasn't."
I tilt my head to the side, amused. "Did she use my name?"
She pauses. "No," she admits reluctantly.
"Then how do you know it was me?"
"Because she said 'he'. It's not the female masseuse, so it must be you."
"Or the other male massage therapist at the hotel. Brent."
It's fun to watch her consider her error. "How was I to know there were two of you? I just assumed what we did last night was something you did for all the women."
"I won't lie. You aren't the first one I've brought to climax. But it's only been hand jobs. And I've never let anyone touch me. Until you."
She drops her hands from her hips and sighs. "What do you want from me, Abbi? I didn't come here for complications. I just want to relax."
"And I want to help you do that, if you would just let me, woman," I say with a growl.
"It's not that simple."
"I beg to differ."
We face off and I'm not sure if she's going to kick me out or invite me into her bed. "Fine." Mischa opens her robe and lets it fall to the ground. "What'd you have in mind?"
My mouth hangs open at the complete woman before me. Her majestic body is on full display under the flood lights. Her full breasts jiggle as she arches her back and wide hips flare out from a tapered waist. The patch of black curls at the apex of her ample thighs draws my attention to her womanhood.
I wet my lips. "You have no idea."
Later, I spread her nude form out on the bed, a white cloth placed over her eyes. The lights are dimmed and the patio doors are open to let in the soothing sound of the waves. I know she can just barely make out my outline behind the gauzy fabric. I stand at the side of the bed and hook my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs.
"Yes, baby," she whispers. "Let me see that big dick."
I slowly slide down my boxer briefs, my hard cock springing free. I kick off my briefs and grab my dick, flicking the hard appendage up and down.
Mischa gulps loudly. "I want you in my mouth. Let me taste you."
"As you wish." I gently move her head to the side, angling her mouth toward my dick. She opens wide and I slowly slide in between her plump lips. Her mouth is warm and moist and I begin to thrust into her opening, slowly at first. She moves her hand to grip my ass and I increase the speed of my gyrations.
She moans deeply, the vibration almost making me come. "Hold on, Mischa. I don't want to come just yet." I slide my dick out of her mouth, the absence of her warmth almost making me want to slip back in.
"Time for me to taste you," I say, walking around to the foot of the bed.
I kneel and slide her body down to the edge of the bed, until her pussy is an inch from my face. I breathe her in and stroke my cock, the aroma sweet and spicy, like coconut rum.
She grinds her pelvis into the air. "Eat my pussy, Abbi."
"Which style would you prefer? Sucking? Licking? Biting?"
She moans and her juices leak from her hot channel. "All three."
"My favorite." I part her lips with my free hand, continuing to stroke my rock hard dick with the other. I search for her clit with the tip of my tongue. She places her hand on the top of my head, pushing my face into her pussy lips as she grinds her hips, matching my eagerness.
I respond in kind, sucking on her stiff clit. I alternate between licking and sucking on her obscured pearl. She's a rare treat with a flavor exclusive to her divine pussy.
"I'm gonna come." She pants. "I'm coming. Oh, yes, I'm coming..."
A slow moan bubbles up from her belly as she comes. And before she can recover, I tug on her clit with my teeth, sending her straight into another orgasm.
"Abbi," she whimpers. My name on her lips makes me stroke my cock with increasing ferocity.
Mischa removes the cloth from her eyes, propping herself up on her elbows. She looks down at me jerking off between her legs. Her predatory gaze has me on the edge of coming. "My turn."
MISCHA
Abbi is the hottest man I've ever let anywhere near my pussy. He lies face down on the bed, his arms on either side of his head, the pose lengthening his sculpted back and shoulder muscles. I'd forgotten how hot it was to fuck a man in his 20s.
I squirt some oil into my hands - the mix of coconut and lavender oil I never travel without - and run them along his muscular back. I have no clue what I'm doing, but he seems to like it, grunting like some caveman.
It's not long before I make my way to his tight ass, his cheeks whiter than the rest of his body. I massage his hard buttocks, attempting to mimic his style from yesterday. I want to try something a little different though.
I mount him, rubbing my clitoris into the back of one of his thighs, using his ass to hold my balance. The thick blonde hair on his legs creates a nice friction, but I need to see his dick.
I squat over him. "Flip over." He rolls that beautiful body onto his back. I admire the hard lines of his pecks and the exquisite six-pack. I straddle his waist, his stiff cock cradled between my ass cheeks.
He reaches up to fondle my breasts, as I run the length of my ass up and down his cock.
"Fuck, Mischa." He lifts his head to suck on my sensitive nipple. "You make me wanna spread that tight ass and come all over your hole."
"As you wish," I say, reversing positions, so that I'm squatting over his thighs with my ass in full view. I spread my cheeks. "Come all over my ass."
He massages one of my cheeks in his massive hand, while jerking himself off furiously. He cries out as I feel his warm cum hit my ass, dripping from top to bottom between my crack. I feel his finger swirl cum around my hole, before he dips the tip in lightly.
He pauses, letting me adjust. "Deeper," I urge him on, surprised by how much I like the sensation. This is the first time I've let anyone near my tight rosebud. He pushes his finger in a little deeper, before slipping it out. He repeats the motion, fucking my asshole, while fingering my protruding clit.
Another orgasm, unlike the others, builds up deep from my core. "Ah, ah." I want him inside of me when I come. Luckily, he's already hard again.
I grab his thick cock and ease myself down until both of my holes are filled. Abbi pounds his hips into me, his long cock hitting what feels to be my g-spot. I slam down on his cock, both his finger and cock sliding in deeper.
My orgasm hits with unrelenting fury, my pussy putting a death grip on his cock. He's close behind, his cum spraying against my cervix. I ride out my orgasm, as he continues to thrust into my vagina, coating it with his essence.
Spent, I fall back on him. His finger and cock slide out of me. Our combined juices ooze from my channel as my pussy clenches at the loss of him.
He wraps his arms around me from behind, rolling us onto our sides. I melt into him, his big body spooning mine. A weight has been lifted and I want to enjoy this freedom as long as possible.
"How much longer do I have with you?" he asks, as though I've spoken my innermost thoughts aloud.
"Five days, and four nights."
"We'll have to make the most of it then."
"I haven't even given you a tip yet."
His cock begins to harden as he slowly thrusts his hips against my backside. "I can think of several ways for you to pay me."
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Shera is a vixen, a red furred canine with a very quiet secret. She is an ancient being, a kitsune. She has adapted herself to the ever changeing world and only used her magic tricks to stealth of the highest extremes. She is a college student, for her hundreth plus time in a row. She did not hate haveing to going to college over and over, but she would be at a total loss at the updates of this worlds history.
But to mention her tricks...she is very cruel to those she knows. dropping red panties in the jocks wash. loosening the bolts to studets furniture. and planting some relationship breaking evidence. this kitsune had the urge to be a playful prankster and there was no stopping her. but maybe pranksters need to get what is comming for them shouldnt they?...
Shera was sleeping soundly, a nights worth of tricks had tired this fox out. her tail swished as her nude form lay under the sheets of her bed. the moon light shown through the blinds to light a gentle blue tint to her red fur. her form outlined in shadows. her beauty was very much arouseing. especially the green eyes that watched on the sides of the moon lit window. Whispers were quietly passed on as the green eyed strangers plotted something while watching Shera sleep.
Silently a three fingered paw opened up the slideing window...
Shera awoke to exotic scents. she stirred and began to sit up but was surprised by several tall forms surrounding her. she shivered and out of fear shifted to her kitsune form. her six tails seperated and swished like a single flickering flame. The fursons approached her and came into the mysterious light that surrounded her. All of them were Renamon. But some were female.
"Why am i here and what is going on?" said the confused red vixen.
What looked like the leader, a female wearing gold arm gaurds, apporached. "He are the kitsune tribe who work on this territory...you have been becoming a bother to our work at this college"
"OH! hehe! im sorry, its just, i cant help it, and ive been moveing from college to college..." she blushed and tired to make up her excuses off the top of her head, a big anime sweat drop on the back of her head.
"You do have a passing story, but the judgement wont alow that to let you go free." the leader smirked and crossed her arms across her bust.
"What is the judgemnt for tresspassing?" she bows her head, submission for she didnt want any trouble. these type of kitsune used diamond conjureing magic and diamond is alot more painful than fire.
"Since we are in season, we request that you help us satisfy our needs untill the night is over." she smiled warmfully to the submissive fem.
"Hmmmmm what if i refuse?" a curious look on her sheepish face.
"Death for tresspassing" the leader glared.
"Hmmmmmm! sex or death? hmmmmmm? ORGY!" the kitsune bubbly answered, hideing her fear.
A male stepped forward and offered his bulgeing throbbing white sheath to Shera. Shera nuzzled and licked it, causeign it to emerge and rise from its protection. A female walked up and grabbed the male for a deep and delicious kiss. Her middle paw figner roaming under his tail to probe his anus. Another male and female walked up, they lifted the kitsune up on her kneeds so that the female could have access to her bouncy boobies. She nuzzled Shera's breasts and murred when she began to suckle on her nipples. The male grinded his sheath up agianst her rear. Shera began to murr around the cock she is suckleing on. The queen then grinned and rubbed her crotch, it was obviously moist and eager for cock during the entire show. but what really caught shera's eye was something emerging from her sex.
Shera Gasped, a cock and slipped out of the leader's cunt and is staning straight and slick with fem juices. when the leader began to apporach, everyone shifted. the fem and male at the kitsune's front switched so her cunt was in Shera's face, and the male entering her tailhole. As She laped at the fem infront of her. the male behind her slwoly and teaseingly entered his large cock into her tailhole. Her tails tightly embraced the smileing male. The Leader crawled under her and eased the red fox down onto her cock. The fem serviceing her breasts straddled goldy's face.
Soon they all began to screw hard and fast. The cunt in shera's face would often pull away or shove and smash into her face, coating her muzzle and forehead with female musk. The leader and the male fucking her were driveing themselves like lust powered jack hammers. and for the one at her breasts, was moaning and screaming as she bit and tweaked shera's nipples. Shera was alsow screaming and moaning, she had not been fucked so good in centuries.
For longer than possible, as if longer than she had lived, this rythm of receiveing all these thrusts and pokes and licks was drivieng her loins crazy, she would soon release her nights tension. But before her climax hit, the female in her face screamed into the ceiling and covered Shera's red muzzle in her love juices. The male plowing into her gripped the females wiast and what seemed hillarious at the moment of their expressions was his complete nirvana as he seemed to unload his own blood into the renamon he mounted.
The remamon at her tits gave one good lone biteing tug on shera's nipple to complete her little eternity of an orgasm. a pool formed around and over the leaders head, she gurgled and screamed as she spurted her own delicious puddle of female fluids between her legs, and seemed to shoot the same into Shera's depths, beyond her womb and fullfilling. the male was the next, Shera didnt know how she was gonna clean that out but her bowls filled with the white spunky cream of the other mounter.
After the room full of powerful orgasm. Shera's bodywas nothing but a tsunami of an orgasm. her body limp but tense, numb but feeling every nerver stand on end. Her cum not only flowed out of her pussy, but seemed to flood into the pool that they all were fucking in.
Ten minutes of blissful after glow and the group lapped up the combined sex juices that collected on the floor. The renamon peacefully let Shera stay, untill she finished her course and left for a new college. They did plan on a next meet for the renamon season, and a whole year of mischeif.
But our heroine not only spent a good four years of college, but the best four years of college.
End This story is a commission and tribute to a good friend, i wish her a happy time reading this. (P.S. i hope this earns me a score Teehee!)
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The fox in the woods
It was time again for my master to go into town for supplies. i was left alone like many time before for long period of the day and into the night . the cabin was deep in the wood many miles away for town. While he is away i usually stay around the cabin and romp around and play near the cabin not to go to far into the woods.
He always said "Remember there are many wild things that happen in the woods" i would replied "master, what is wrong with following the long dirt trails?" he replied " the trails take you deep in the woods and you make get hurt and lose your way back to the cabin Vixen" "please stay near the cabin until i return" i knew my master was concerned for me, i was after all a wild fox when he met me.. He had tamed the wild animal extincts to want to mate with other animals came in my mind more frequently lately . ithought those extincts were all but gone until i heard a howl in the wood down a trail close to cabin ..
The sound was familar to me, it was as if it was a call to the wild.. i didn't know what to do! At first i wanted to run toward the sound but the warning i was told ringed in my head... But my senses wanted to follow the sound. i next thing i realize is i was running toward it.. closer and closer i got..
i felt mixed emotion course through me, staying clear of the bushes and tree vines that covered the trail.. then i came up to the sound it was silver fox in a trap. He had the most shining fur that i every seen .. I move closer to his body wandering who had put traps on the path and in the woods .
There were no hunters that came to these woods for a long time.. My blood was racing for i have felt this fear since my master found me in the woods . I couldnt do anything for the silver fox my master was away.. i was thinking i better get back to the cabin before the moon starts to set and i have only the light of the moon to light my way..
I started back but i ran so fast i had lost my direction, i started run the fear was taking over .. faster i ran not paying attention to the path in front of me and felt myself falling foward into some thick dry branchesas i tried to get up i noticed the a branch had fallen onto my leg and i couldnt move it ..
Oh my god , I thought. What now?? I didnt know if i should start howling knowing that someone had just caught the silver fox not far down the path ... Panic started to set in...then i heard a sound like twigs cracking... someone or something is coming closer, i tried to stay calm and quiet .. then the next thing that happen was ...
A voice said " Shhh my little fox.. How did u get caught in thses branches?" his husky voice sounded friendly. i replied i was running to fast and didn't noticed them in front of me., " he replied "let me help free you for those branches." I noticed you have a cut on your leg and its starting to swell, I have a litttle camp a mile or two away i can take you and dress your wound then take you where you were running too..
Still a little afraid i had no choice i couldn't walk back to the cabin , i had to trust him as he put his muscular arms around me and lifted to his chest . i discovered that he had a unexpected gentleness about him, its was almost night and there was something about me that i didn't want him to find out and i had to get back to the cabin before the moon and darkness fell...
It was a long walk it seem like it we never were going to arrive at his campfire,its was getting real close to nightfall. we finally made it there, now i he can fix my wound and i can get back . " now this might hurt a little foxy" well now your leg is clean and bandaged.. I will take you where you want to go..
"may i ask where is that?" he said .. i repiled "I kinda got turned around and lost but i should be able to track my way back " he laughed "oh i see.. the next thing happen shouldn't of.. the night had fallen and i dont notice it maybe it was the look in his eyes the put me in a trance.. Let me pack my camp and we will head off " he said .
Then thing i didnt want to happen in front of him was going too, nothing i could do about it. Suddenly my body started to change with the night.. my body had a figure of a human girl with my auburn hair cover part of my body, my thought were to run away but i couldn't move .
"OH MY! he said. stand still in a daze looking at the girl now in front of him . "how did you do that? I am a certain knid of creature that changing at sun setting to human form and a fox during the day. "then we better get you back to your master before anything more happening.
"May i asked your name? " he asked. i replied" vixen"..
I felt mixed emotions in my head i wasn't suppose to want another, the urge to have him was growing stronger then he came closer and pick me up to take me home.. I look in to his eyes .. and asked "what is your name?" Matt
I didn't know what i was feeling at that moment , my arms where around his neck and my lips so close to his we could of touched, then he unexpectedly kissed me his lips so gentle and his tongue pressing between my lips and pushed its way into mine ..sent a shock of electrictly into my body..
Despite the fact that i had no control over my body movements i was in total control of my mind. he had mental hold over my body , its was a feeling that i didnt want to stop... the trail was many miles long back to the cabin, along the way i felt strangely connected to Matt and the feeling of being half naked made me even want to seee more of him . As we were coming to the clearing i could see the cabin in the distance... " i can see the cabin ahead, matt" i replied.
" Oh very good, i safely got you home" matt replied with studder in his voice.. He was happy that he had found her master cabin but the desire he had not to want to leave her was great.. "i better take you inside and at least make you your comfortable until your master gets back" Matt watched as the emotion came over vixen's face, "are you certain you will be aright? " Vixen didnt know how to answer she want him to stay the desire to feel his arms around her again.. Well.. No! answering with fear and excitment in her voice..
As i look up to see Matt has standing over the bed.. i felt a fierce passionate primal feeling come over me.. i want to devore him. I had to react fast my body was screaming to do something that wasn't nature to me.. Matt looked emotionless and stunned. "what do you mean No, vixen" repield matt as he lean over vixen half naked body...Do you not want me to leave?"
Once again i found myself unable to move his body was having a severe affect on me, the presence of is body over mine bought the animal over in me as matt came closer his body was so close his scent was overcoming ..
As night began to fall, the darkness was something i didnt want to be alone in .. but matt had other ideas.. There was something troubling him in the look in his eyes and didn"t know the secret he was keeping but do i dare ask him.
"I must leave you now Vixen and get back to my camp before the night turn to pitch black" With a temble in his voice. "Can you turn the light up before you leave Matt" with hestitation in his voice "you have the light of the full moon shining in here." " Now vixen get some sleep i sure your master will return soon" As i started to close my eyes i saw something in the of door way as matt was leaving the moonlight was cast a shadow over him and what i saw made my body shake.. I couldn't believe what i was seeing..
" Matt are you alright?" i screamed out with panic in my voice..." Why do you asked?" "i thought i saw shape of a wolf in the doorway as i closed my eyes"' Matt turned to lead back to the bed .. "do you really want to see what was in the doorway? I can show you... " I dont think i can close my eyes again until i know" "please don't be scare a what you see" (you could feel the panic in his voice).. then next thing i saw was a large gray husky wolf leaning over the bed..i could believe what was happening my body was trembling with desire as i was looking into his eyes i reaches my hand to touch him..
Matt repiled. "do you like what you see?" " Oh Yes!"
I wondered if he could see how my body heat was rising and tremble with the thought of him body over me.. I could feel my body wanting him to dominate me in such a way to being oout the wild animal in me..
"Oh really, Vixen." matt replied as his mouth moved closer to mine. " as i open my mouth to answer him , i felt the wettness of his tongue pressing against mine while a surge of desire flow across by body to surrender to his beast .. i knew he could feel the heat coming off my body then in a flurry of movement our body were naked and the clothes thrown on the floor ...
"I feel better without those clothes and you vixen doesn't it feel natural "
"Why yes Matt! slightly blushing ..
all i could do at that moment was to look at his big furry hard chest, the soft hair over his muscles and his toned thighs . i felt very strange feeling as my eyes saw his massive cock ...
"Well?" " Are u afraid to release your animal passion? matt asked ..
"i been wondering how it would feel to have the beast release in me? " vixen answered him
"Let me have you and i make that come true" matt repiled..
i braced myself for what was unknown to come.. I relaxed a bit as matt started to lick my neck then down my throat and slowly moved his wet tongue of my firm breast and continue to until the hard erect nipple was wet with his saliva . i had ever felt such sensation as if he was savoring the taste of my body..
" shall i go further"? matt asked .
"Yes! release that is seal in me"
Matt began to moved his tougue slowly my hard belly and began to lick my inner thighs as if he was teases me. i could feel my pussy getting very warm and wet .. as he moved his tongue over my clit .. licking strong and hard and fast.. I felt my entire body trembles with ecstasy . I couldnot believe what was happening ..this feel wonderful ..
Suddenly i was dripping wet with his saliva from his licking.. then i felt his hands holding my waist .
" May i Now i will release you desire " matt asked
" Yes let me take you in" Vixen breathing hard.. "
Slowly he move over me, his body ontop of mine my thighs parting to his hardened cock against my tongue wet lips I felt it nudge within my pussy slit then he pulled himself up onto his knees .. parting my thighs even wider, gripped my waist and began pulling me onto him . thrusting slowly at first as if wanting to enjoy the sensation of the very first thrust of the animal sex being released... then the thrust came hard and deeper as he pulled me down on his balls until its whole head and cock deep into me.. I felt something deep inside me break free
"What have you done? vixen asked almost scare he would stop.
"You have began to release the animal in you at your request, vixen ."
"I will continue to show you more ways to release more"
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Kinky Witch 7: Halloween “Hmm,” came the murmur in my ear. I could feel the tips of her nails tracing around my chest as she pressed into me. I could also feel the warmth emanating from the tips of her fingers. It radiated through me as I felt muscles tense and shift. Mostly it was a pleasant sensation, though the cracking in my feet as they shifted was a bit uncomfortable. I grunted enough to make it clear I was awake. That only enticed her to pounce.
She rolled me over for a moment, her lips slipping onto my hardening cock. It was nice, she could take me all the way and she did. Or at least she did until I felt myself start to grow. Her finger tips danced along my balls as she shifted upward with my growing erection. It wasn’t long before her head was a good six or eight inches above the crest of my hips when she bottomed out. It was enough though as I felt my hips buck a bit and my balls tighten to let her suck down the first load.
I’d barely noticed the continuing changes as I’d orgasmed but I could feel fresh weights on my head, while my back itched. But she wasn’t done with me. Not by a long shot. She quickly slid over onto her stomach and presented herself to me. Even in the dim light I could see her luscious sex spread, waiting as I mounted her. Her fingers coiling into the bedding as she moaned under the thumping of our hips. I was almost too big for her, but she took all of my increased size and girth, and with pleasure. I could feel it when she bored down and held me as her orgasm slipped around her, leaving her panting and breathless for a moment.
By this point my wings were now stretching out behind me, I could feel them brush the walls. Intrigued I wondered what she’d made of me. I started to set foot out of bed, hearing the hard thump of my foot on the carpet, but never got farther as I found myself dragged back in for another round, before she was satisfied enough to let me get up and make the coffee.
Thankfully my wife had modified my clothes enough that I still could wear a button down and a tie. It looked kind of strange with giant bat wings sprouting from my shoulder and the scruffy mutton chopped look of my dark hair and beard, all offset by two giant ram’s horns that curled around my pointed red ears. The hooves were a nice touch, but it’d taken me a while to get used to walking on them, thankfully the stinger tipped tail was a nice counter balance. Overall, I think I made a wonderfully handsome demon, albeit a bit of scruffy one.
My wife obviously had agreed. After the morning wake up sessions it was quite obvious, she’d planned this little design for her own devilish purposes. I still had the welts from her nails across my shoulders from when she ambushed me as I made coffee. She hadn’t let me get out of the house until I’d fucked her at least once more over the dryer and left her legs shaking so much that she just melted down onto a spare towel and said she’d get up later. Though she had taken the time to clean my dick once more with her tongue. Still, I’d left her in a pool of our mixed juices happily still making small noises as she came down from the last impromptu session. The body clearly had upped my carnal desire and stamina and I was constantly having to reign in impulses to check out women. I was only mildly grumpy about running late, but a bit more annoyed that all the distractions had left me without my morning coffee. It was just enough to get me to scare the first person who said good morning as I turned my demonic grin, teeth and all, on them with a “WHAT?” I’d apologized and explained I hadn’t had a chance for coffee yet.
I shook my head as I headed up the elevator, wondering what her plans for this evening were. She always had something special to come home to. It was a spiritual holiday for her and she let loose with her magic. I expected that she’d be ready for some fun when I got home, which was good because I was finding keeping this body’s urges under control was a bit harder than I expected. I certainly had a time trying not to notice every woman’s assets today, like I was drawn to them. My tail twitched lustily. Other parts twitched too. I tried to be discrete.
The coffee hissed as it hit the cup, thick and dark. I didn’t bother with any creamer as I turned around.
“Ooh, nice costume!”
“Thanks!” I nodded my head in appreciation, not that I could take credit for the work. Still I smiled back, and offered a nice malevolent grin to show off the full details. To her credit she just laughed, waved and headed off to the copier room.
I trudged back to my desk, a stack of folders in my arms. My ears pricked at all kinds of small sounds that I normally didn’t notice. Though the most notable thing was the muffled clops on the ADA regulation carpet as I headed for my desk.
Getting situated was another matter. My desk chair was certainly not made for wings or a tail. Not that I was used to having either, but it was Halloween and I wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity for my wife to flaunt her magical stuff.
I’d just gotten comfortable when another coworker, Daniel, peeked over my cube wall. “Wow, you really outdid yourself. I heard Janet in accounting almost pissed herself when you walked in. You’re going to win for sure!”
Laughing at the mental image of prim little Janet shaking, I shook my head. “Nope, I didn’t enter.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not fair to the other folks here. My wife’s a professional.”
“But it is the best costume!” A brief chuckle escaped my throat. If he only knew. “Fair’s fair. I talked to the committee and they agreed that I am not eligible.” It really wasn’t fair. It wasn’t really a costume, but I wasn’t going to tell anyone that. Besides, something about magic and using it to win contests results in bad karma or juju or something. So, if I want to go in style, I can’t take a prize from someone else who really put in the effort. My wife has been very clear on this. It sucks a little, but I figure it’s worth the chance to show off a bit in public.
Daniel threw up his hands and shook his head before wandering off. If I knew anything, I knew that the whole day would be like this. I didn’t mind, too much, but a few folks did seem to resent me not participating in the contest. I think because they were tired of Maggie winning. She did an excellent costume, almost as good as my wife’s magic, but as far as I knew she was on the up and up. I wasn’t.
By mid-morning most of the office had stopped by to take a peek at me, and I could finally get some work done, though I found typing with talons a bit harder than expected. I got the reports over to Janet, who seemed more interested than scared. I couldn’t help but notice the extra emphasis she made with her chest. She wasn’t the only one. I suspected I was putting off pheromones of some sort because more than a few women had unbuttoned a top button or two around me. Thankfully it was going to be a short day, I needed to be home before the trickr-treat started.
Lunch rolled around, which was obvious by the smells that started emanating from the main conference room and the increase in people talking and milling about. I shoved myself back from the desk and went over to join the crowd. Not that I could really blend in completely. Still about half the staff had dressed up. As always it was a mixed bag. Some folks with little more than a pair of cat ears or a rubble nose, while some went all out. Maggie could be seen flitting about in a full reproduction of Belle’s dress and what looked like a very complicated hair-do. She did cosplay on the weekends so was always a serious contender each year. She had won three years running now. A couple others were really dressed up too. There was the zombie, blood and gore Bill, while Felicity had opted to do a really neat alien costume, while Brandon had a full Rolf the Dog costume on from the Muppets. Those were the ones I could see. More filtered in as the party started.
There was usual fanfare, which means my boss had to have his say about the holiday. This year he’d taken advantage of his height, or lack thereof, and worn a pair of giant fuzzy feet and stuck a pipe in his mouth. A gold ring hung on a chain around his neck. I chuckled at this. Given his short stature and high piping voice he made a very good hobbit, and most of the room applauded him to which he gave a sweeping bow and said ““I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” The savvier fans of the series were quick to laugh at this quote from Bilbo’s farewell speech. It got a good response though.
With that he officially called us to the party. Not that it was anything much, a typical, if office-standard boring. A few spouses showed, and I was kind of sad my wife never attended with me. I grabbed some punch, and a cookie before looking for a seat to hear the annual award announcements. I checked my phone, 12:15. Hopefully they’d be prompt this year. I happened to spot a couple atomic fireballs on my way and grabbed those too. It seemed appropriate.
Once settled into a nice low backed chair with a space for my tail, I was able to relax a little. I got a few more compliments on the demon outfit, and a couple questions about the horns. A few of the women making it obvious that I needed to be aware of some of their assets as well. Hopefully I could control myself until I got home. I focused on eating my cookie, sadly it was kind of a bland peanut butter one.
The regional director had showed up finally, he gave his speech. Most of us tried to stifle yawns, but at last he was able to start handing out the awards. There was a round of surprise when Linda from purchasing won the best costume award. I hadn’t seen her before this, but she’d done up a modern take on wonder woman and put her tall athletic build to good use, and a lot of view. Maggie was runner up, just edging out Bill’s zombie. All in all, it was good fun and folks got some small gift bags. A few mutters reached my ears about how I never seemed to win. I just shrugged when some looked at me and went back to eating the dry cookie.
I heaved a heavy sigh of relief as I got to my car and slid myself into the seat, careful to fold my wings so they wouldn’t get pinched. Getting out of the building had been something of a chore. Several folks had stopped to talk, and I was pretty sure Gabriella had been sizing me up in the elevator. I could smell her too, and I knew she was ready to go. My body probably would have obliged if I hadn’t gotten out of there as fast as my hooved feet could take me. Now, just in the seat of the car I could try to relax before heading home. It was going to be a long drive, but at least I’d not done anything stupid. Well, except notice how nice Gabriella’s ass really was.
The drive was mostly pretty uneventful, other than the jackass who cut me off. I pulled up next to him and gave him a big snarl and he peeled off like the devil was after him. I just grinned and knew that for a moment I had considered it.
By the time I’d pulled into the driveway it was already almost three. The afternoon sun was still bright, but I took a last moment to survey the damage to our yard. We’d spent days on decorations, we always did. Not the cheap inflatables. I had set up a whole grave yard this year complete with animatronic skeletons. My friend Harold was an engineer and was thrilled to give me a hand setting up the timers and triggers. Now the four skeletons actually stood up and did a bit of a strange dance when a motion sensor was tripped. Cobwebs that looked spun by a giant spider were all over the house too. The secret of these was special, since my wife had given herself a giant abdomen one night and spent the entire night scuttling across the roof to lay these gossamer threads. It’d been a bit fun afterwards too since apparently the task had left her rather horny come morning. I’d had the bite marks for nearly a week. Around the side I’d set up a scarecrow in a small patch of the garden, it’s eyes glowing red with some LED lighting, and an audio that played every seven minutes to do a cackling laugh. She’d set up a classic witch’s cauldron, more theatrical than the real one she used, and filled it with some green lights and a heavy dose of dry ice that puffed and smoked. She debated being the witch herself, but in the end, we’d set up a manikin in a black dress and pointed hat. Like the scarecrow it cackled regularly and I’d set a small motor to make the arms look like they were stirring the brew. I was proud of it.
I nodded at all the work and slipped in the sliding door to find her waiting for me.
Nothing needed to be said. My briefcase hit the floor about the same time as my pants. She was waiting. A few moments later she and I were engaged in a lustful embrace. I could feel her pawing at me, her lips all over my neck and shoulders. I was careful with my talons at first, but she demanded my full attention and I could feel her nails began to dig into me as her own talons grew. Slowly, I realized her skin under my fingers was changing. Small grooves crisscrossed her body as rich purplish-blue scales began to take shape. They were soft, mailable, yet firm and hard. Cool to the touch. I slowed my rhythm to watch as the scales slowly slid around my cock where it entered her, watching with some fascination as she clenched and released her muscles around me.
Her ears pricked up and slowly lengthened, her tail soon swept out, thick and luxurious between hour legs, all while her nibbles became punctuated by sharper teeth and perhaps the slightest hint of a muzzle. By the time I had flipped her over to finish the job properly, her horns were growing in thick amongst her raven dark hair, sweeping up and back. Her claws dove into the fabric as she pushed back harder and harder into me, her hips thick and scaly, her tail draped over my shoulder. I watched as her wings grew with each thrust, spreading out wider even than my own. I took the time to dig my claws in, her hard scales able to take the pressure from the demonic grip as I pulled her hair in a knot around my fist and arced her back to meet my chest. From this position I made sure to see if her clit was still just as sensitive, only to be rewarded by very un-draconic squeaks of pleasure as she twitched in response to my fingertips. It seemed too fast but I knew by the clock it’d been a long lovemaking session when she reached her climax with me. I let loose a growl even as she roared in triumph before we collapsed on each other panting for breath.
It was some time before we were able to untangle ourselves from our rutting position, the wings and tails making for an interesting juxtaposition of limbs to shift around on a couch designed for neither. Finally, we were able to get ourselves standing and we took a moment to just feel each other in a deep hug. Though it was clear that neither she nor I was completely sated. I could feel her absently playing with my cock while I was groping her ass with my hand. It was nice.
We took the time to get ourselves showered off. Not that we didn’t take a few minutes for another quickie while in the shower. I found her draconic tastes included using her tail for some self-pleasure while she sucked me off again. I took the opportunity to suckle on her draconic teats.
Finally, out of the shower and dried off, we switched into clothes more suitable for entertaining guests. The coven would be arriving tonight late, and while I couldn’t join the midnight festivities, I would be expected to host the indoor events. I ended up in a short trouser and vest, while she took to wearing a shimmering silver gown that left little to the imagination but was still appropriate for the public.
At six our porch light snapped on. We were the favorite house in the neighborhood. Movie box candy, king sized chocolate candy bars, and many other goodies flew from our door that night. The only night we welcomed others from the neighborhood to our home. We had apple cider for the kids. Hard cider for the few adults intrepid enough to venture out to meet the demon. Everyone got goodies until ten PM when the light snapped back off and the animatronics turned off for the final time. Teens were scared, kids were happy, parents even thanked us.
By the time the moon rose high above the coven was reaching the house, one by one I took their coats, each dressed in a unique costume. I made sure to keep drinks flowing until the ceremony and played proper host. At midnight I promptly drew the shades as asked, and sat down to watch a couple old movies as their evening progressed.
I musted have drifted off at some point because my next memory was that of the coven saying goodbye, and the door shutting. My sensitive ears picked up the scrape of my wife’s sinuous tail as it slid across the floor. I welcomed her into my arms once more. This time less rushed, less forceful. I could feel the magic ebbing away even as the slow glow of dawn began to peak between the curtains.
The magic started to flow away as I felt her slide in between my arms and nuzzle up to me. Last moments as dragon and demon. Her nose in my chest, my hands clasped around her even our tails and wings began to melt away. Her scales once more slipping back into the soft sensuous skin, while my ruddy hue returned to more normal tone. Time slowed for us, as we sought the warmth in each other’s embrace. A kiss, a caress. Just each other as we drifted off in each other’s arms, entwines as only loves can be.
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Text: "What do you think of Kelly Small?" Dave asked Andrew as they sat in the cafeteria.
"Don't you mean Kelly BIG?" Andrew asked back, using the plump girl's nickname. "I don't think about her at all. She's kinda chubby, don'tcha think?"
Dave stared out into space. "She is plump," he said. "But I don't think it's fat."
Andrew gave him a funny look. "What are talking about?"
"I don't think it's fat," he repeated. "If you look at her closely, there's no folds of fat on her, just smooth skin. And when she walks, she doesn't seem to be slowed down by her weight. It's almost like she's big, but not fat."
"What are you getting at?" Dave finally looked at him. "I think she's just partially inflated."
Andrew started laughing--until he saw Dave was serious. "Are you telling me you think she's that big because she's filled with air?!"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Dave pressed on. "I have a theory: I think she's a walking, talking inflatable doll; and that if you just poked her, she'd blimp up even more."
"Dude, you're sick."
"True," Dave admitted. "But I can't stop thinking about it. I keep imagining her blowing up like a balloon, just getting bigger and bigger. It's so beautiful. She may look chubby now, as a heavyset person; but as a balloon, I bet she'd be gorgeous."
Andrew shook his head in disbelief. "If that's your theory, why don't you test it? Why don't you give her a poke?"
Dave shrugged. "I'm a coward."
With a bemused chuckle, Andrew made his way to fifth period. But the seed had been planted.
Kelly Small was in Andrew's biology class, and he found himself staring at her. He decided that, yes, if she lost a few pounds, the young blonde might be mildly attractive. But she was just so big... He kept staring at her. As the class progressed, he noticed that, yes, there was a sort of "lightness" about her, as if her movement wasn't hindered by excess pounds. Her skin was smooth, with no visible signs of fat. Just a kind of pleasant roundness to her features.
Andrew would continue to stare at her every day for the next week.
And then he would think about her when he was at home. Constantly. He found that he would get physically aroused by thinking about her... but how was that possible? He was never interested in fat chicks before.
Unless... she wasn't fat. She was just partially inflated.
He shook the thought from his head--but it didn't leave for long. He thought of her just as she was... and then he thought of how she would look if she were bigger. And bigger still. Then he thought of how she would look if he could actually SEE her get bigger. And finally, he imagined her as a balloon. He thought of little else for the next few days, until it drove him insane. He caught Kelly at her locker after school, long after the hallways were emptied. Kelly had no friends to speak of, so it was little surprise to see her alone.
Andrew approached her. "I think Dave was right about you."
She gave him an annoyed look. "What are you talking about? And why do you keep staring at me in class?"
"Dave has this theory," Andrew continued. "He thinks you're not fat, just partially inflated."
"Oh, that is so funny," she sneered bitterly and turned to leave.
But Andrew blocked her path, and she stopped suddenly, as if afraid to touch him. "He also thinks," Andrew went on, "that if I poked you, you'd just bloat up like a blimp."
"Get away from me," she told him, and she tried to step away.
But then Andrew poked her.
"Don't!" Kelly cried, but it was too late. There was a soft hissing sound, and her entire body filled up noticeably bigger: her stomach; arms and legs; her hips and thighs; her breasts and her ass--all swelled up like a tire on a pump.
"Oh my god," murmured Andrew. "It's true."
"Please don't do that!" Kelly urged him. "I have to avoid bumping into people, or I just bloat up like this. And I don't want to get any bigger!"
Andrew's eyes lit up. "How... how big can you get...?"
Kelly looked terrified. She backed away from him, about to bolt away.
But Andrew poked her again. "No!" she yelled, but her body began to hiss and bloat up all over. Her jeans, already tightly packaged, groaned as they filled out farther, stitches snapping as it lost the battle to contain her expanding butt. Her sweater fared little better, as her swelling stomach and breasts stretched it out across her ballooning figure. Andrew heard the strap on her bra break apart, and her breasts made a sudden lunge forward. Then the hissing slowed down, and Kelly's expansion gradually slowed and stopped. She stood there, her clothes torn but still holding, a bloated version of herself.
"So beautiful," Andrew whispered in awe. Her body, though swollen, did not have the characteristics of an overweight person: no cellulite, no stretch marks, no creases of fat. He felt her spherical stomach to admire the smoothness of her body. She clearly wasn't a fat woman. She was just a balloon.
And all he had to do to make her bigger was...
"Please! Stop!" Kelly shouted as he approached her again.
"No," he said simply, and he poked her belly once more.
The hissing began again. Kelly let out a wail as he her body blimped out farther and farther, her sweater and pants giving up and the fight and bursting apart. All that remained on her was her panties, riding deeply up her inflating behind. But it was not as if there was much more to see: Her girlish features were gone, replaced with just a round, ball-like body that kept growing bigger. Bigger. Bigger. Her arms and legs were virtually gone, with just plump hands and feet sticking out her globular figure. The hissing gradually slowed again and stopped, leaving Andrew to admire his handiwork.
"Please!" Kelly repeated. "Look at me! I'm so big and full I don't even look human anymore! Please don't make me any bigger!"
"But you're so beautiful," Andrew assured her. "I've never seen anything so beautiful in all my life! You're the biggest, fullest, most beautiful balloon ever! I--I've just got to make you bigger!"
"Help!" Kelly cried out, but none was forthcoming. He poked her again.
"Noooo! I don't want to get bigger!" But her cries had to be shouted over the hissing sound that accompanied her increased expansion. Her body grew bigger, so much bigger, as she helplessly inflated. Andrew stood entranced as she filled up the hallway, her body now so puffed up that no one could get around her. Her head got closer and closer to the ceiling as the inflation pushed it higher and higher into the air. Her skin pulled tighter and tighter as it grew more and more transparent. She grew and grew and grew until once again she slowed to a stop.
"I'm begging you!" she called out to him. "I'm so blown up, I feel like I'm about to pop! I don't want to explode! Please! If I get any bigger, I just know I'm gonna BURST!"
Andrew ran his hand over her tight, round body, admiring its smoothness, relishing the squeaks her body gave as it fought to keep the air inside her. "You know," Andrew said. "I think you're right. I don't think you can get any bigger. One more poke, and you'd inflate till you popped!" He outstretched his arms and, as best he could, wrapped them around the front of her body to give her a hug. Then he stepped back to give her another loving look. "Goodbye, beautiful, beautiful balloon-girl!"
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A/N: Okay guys, the ever-anticipated Yiff is here! That's right, our *heroes* explore their sexuality, sort of... you'll see...
Warning: This story contains mild language, sexual scenes, and homoerotic behaviour, if this offends you or you are under the age of 18, you are warned to turn back now. That being said, on to chapter 6!
Chapter 6: The Journey
Axis walked beside Jasyn, smiling timidly. His ears were perked and he had a few ideas in his head.
Jasyn walked quietly aswell, thoughts of Axis in his mind. Though the Sirian Fox was younger and smaller, he was stronger. Jasyn, being the wolf that he was, shouldn't have liked that, but he did... in fact, he liked it a lot.
Axis blinked a few times, wondering what Jasyn was thinking about. He was almost trance-like in demeanour. Suddenly he got an idea and he pressed Jasyn against the wall.
Jasyn blinked a couple of times, his eyes vacant for now, not really registering what was going on. His training had helped him to accomplish that sense of near-trance.
The young Sirian Fox sighed and suddenly pressed a deep, fiery kiss on Jasyn's muzzle. His tongue dared to trace the contours of the wolf's lips, and Jasyn moaned out, and snapped awake.
The moment he realized that Axis was kissing him so passionately, he started to melt into the kiss, almost submissively.
Reluctantly, Axis broke the kiss and nuzzled into Jasyn's neck-fur, "You awake now?" he asked.
The elder Sirian smiled awkwardly, looking really satisfied, and nodded, licking his lips, "Mmm... awake, yes. Coherent? That's another story..."
The younger male chuckled and clasped his paw in Jasyn's, cooing lovingly, "Good, cause our hallway is three feet back..."
Jasyn blinked and chuckled loudly, "Gods I'm an idiot," he said, and then they turned and walked back.
When they actually reached their respective quarters, they parted for the evening with another loving kiss.
"Are you sure you don't want to sleep in here with me, Kit?" asked Jasyn, hoping, praying that Axis would come in.
"Yeah... I want to get used to my own quarters... you know?" replied Axis with a sigh.
"Ohkay... well, I'm over here if you need me-" said Jasyn.
"-and I'm here if you need me" finished Axis, a little quickly.
There were a few moments of awkward silence, and then Axis just turned and went into his room. Jasyn thought quietly to himself, 'Why do I get the feeling he's not telling me something?' before retiring to his own room for the night.
He slowly stripped out of his civilian clothing and eyed his uniform with distaste, before walking, nude, to his bed and dimming the lights. "Now if only this ship's computer had a selection of nature sounds."
The voice that Jasyn had heard earlier chimed in the room, "Selection verified, initializing nature sounds library." A monitor over in the corner of the room flickered on and started scrolling.
Ever the curious one, Jasyn walked over and watched the selections scroll. He saw a few titles that interested him, 'waterfall.abn, ocean.abn, forest.abn, river.abn, night.abn, and compilation.abn.' He said to himself quietly, "What does .ABN stand for?" and the voice chimed again.
"Dot ABN: filename abbreviation meaning, Ambient Background Noise."
"Who are you?"
"Please- Restate inquiry."
"What are you?"
"Please- Restate inquiry."
"Who am I talking to?"
"This is the Echo Wind main computer, verbal command interface."
"Verbal command interface eh?"
"Please- Restate inquiry."
"Nevermind... okay, play night.abn"
The room was filled with the noises of owls and crickets. Jasyn smirked, 'nice' he thought.
He walked over to his bed and climbed in, yawning tiredly. He still wished he had Axis in his arms, but he'd give his fox as much room as required.
Axis stripped out of his civilian clothing as soon as he stepped in the door. He headed towards the restroom and was shocked to see that for the first time in his life, he didn't have to share a washroom with anybody.
He smiled gleefully and hopped into the shower, turning on the water almost immediately. "Mmm... that feels heavenly..." he said as he worked all the grit out of his fur.
The water seemed to automatically mix with some kind of cleanser, because Axis' fur started to bubble. "Oh, he-he well this is convenient..." he worked the soap through his fur, smiling happily as his fur started to rinse clean.
After he had finished, he stepped out of the shower, dripping slightly onto the angled, draining floor. It wasn't angled harshly, but just enough for the water on the floor to drain away. He grabbed what looked like a hairbrush and started to brush his fur.
He dried himself off with a towel and brushed himself again, smiling in satisfaction. "I feel much better..." he said to himself, before he walked into his empty bedroom. He pulled out his E-Pad and his Data-Disc from the pockets in his jeans and yawned slightly.
'Hmm... more tired than I thought I would be... I guess a trip to the galley is out...' he thought to himself, before placing his E-Pad over his Data-Disc and downloading the contents.
He shook his head and said quietly, "I'll wait until the end of my next shift to listen to the rest of these... right now, I need some shuteye..." and with that said, he collapsed onto his bed, not even bothering to get under the covers, and turned the lights down with the little console on his bedside table.
Axis woke up on his bed, very drowsily. He sniffed at his surroundings and blinked, there was someone else in his room, but who? It wasn't Jasyn; he knew that for a fact. It wasn't Lynn, and it definitely wasn't human. He bolted upright and growled, crouching on the bed and looking around the room.
There was no one there. The clock on his wall read 3.07.28.35 09:55. It was pretty much useless to Axis at this point. He noticed that there was a computer on his desk and he went over and sat down. He tapped the controls intuitively and, sure enough, there was a decoder system.
"Okay, let's see... the first digit stands for the day of the week, and it goes from one to seven; Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. So... from the clock, it must be Wednesday."
He continued to read the decoder, "The second number indicates the month, and runs from one to twelve; January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December. So it is, Wednesday July the... 28th, I'm guessing. What does the .35 stand for though?"
"Please- Restate inquiry," came a computerized voice.
Axis jumped and blinked, before he said, "What is the complete date and time?"
"Today is uni-date 3.07.28.35, or Wednesday July 28th, in the year 2235. It is currently nine hours, fifty-nine minutes and twenty seconds since the last Zero-Hour."
Axis took this in and nodded quietly. He decided he'd had enough learning about human time keeping for now, and he slipped on his jeans and grabbed his uniform, heading towards the door. When he got to the door he noticed there was a small note sticking to the inside. He grabbed it and read it quietly.
It read:
*Hey slut, Stay away from Jasyn or you'll wake up with a few less appendages.*
Axis blinked. He had just been threatened, and he knew by whom. He grumbled a bit and walked out the door and across the hall.
He knew he shouldn't be waking Jasyn up right now, but he had to tell him about the note.
He pressed the call button.
He waited for a couple micro-rotations and no one came. He pressed it again, and before him suddenly stood the half-naked form of Jasyn, smiling in the doorway.
"So, decided you'd come in with me after all? Wow, that only took you thirty Earth-Minutes."
"Wh-what?" Asked Axis.
"Oh, while I was laying in bed, I was staring at my clock and I asked myself 'what do all those numbers mean?' and Lo and Behold the computer chimed in and told me everything. You do know it's been less than six rotations since we parted, right?"
"Wh-what?" said Axis again.
"You heard m- hey what's that in your paw?" said Jasyn, grabbing at the note. He read it and jumped.
Axis whimpered a bit and pushed himself into Jasyn's room, bringing the Sirian Wolf with him. He nuzzled into Jasyn's chest fur and whimpered again. Jasyn was comforting to him, so therapeutic, the soft, gentle fur, the warm caress, the tender kisses.
Jasyn looked down at Axis and wrapped his arms around his Kit, frowning slightly. "Axis... Don't worry. Nothing will happen to you... I promise..."
Axis looked up at Jasyn and smiled, gently lapping at the older Sirian's neck-fur, "Th- Thank you Jasyn... You're really good to me."
"Aww, now I'm only so nice because you're so important to me, you know that right?" asked Jasyn, smirking.
Axis pawed playfully at Jasyn's chest and grumbled, "Less than two rotations... how could Azuma sneak into my room in less than six rotations?"
Jasyn sighed, barely catching the word 'Less' and just pulled Axis down into the bed, "If it'll make you stop grumbling, stay with me for awhile. We're in this together Kit, whether Azuma likes it or not."
Axis blushed and cuddled close, "Alright Jayse, I'll sleep in here."
Jasyn chuckled and hooked a finger into the loops on Axis' jeans, "You're not sleeping in these though... They must be uncomfortable..."
The fox swatted Jasyn's paw and smirked, "Of course I'm not, I was just waiting to see how fast you'd get up the nerve to ask me to take them off."
The elder Sirian chuckled and shook his head, hugging Axis gently, "Take them off and let me see you like you were born to be seen."
Axis shook his head, "Corniest line *ever!" and then got out of the bed and, while facing away from Jasyn, stripped himself of the jeans. He bent over to slip them off of his legs, his three tails raised tauntingly; showing off his rear.
Jasyn's jaw dropped and he nearly melted. His own pants were too tight now, so he quickly slipped them off and kicked them out of the bed, watching Axis' every movement.
As the younger fox climbed back into the bed, Jasyn gave his bottom a firm little grope and hugged him gently, "Uhm... sorry about the, uhm..."
Axis chuckled, feeling Jasyn's member throb against his sheath, "Heh, Jasyn, I want to tell you something. I've actually been attracted to you since the day we met... but I thought you'd never want me... I've always known I was gay Jayse... I just didn't have the courage to tell you..."
Jasyn's heart skipped a beat, and he just stared at Axis with a silly grin, "Does that mean...?"
"No Jasyn... No sex yet... It just means I don't mind the fact that you're horny as hell right now... cause truthfully, so am I, but I can hide it."
Jasyn frowned and nuzzled Axis quietly, "You know, Kit. It'd probably be you who started it either way. I want to know that you're ready, because I'll always be ready for you... Okay?"
Axis blushed and held Jasyn lovingly, "Okay Jayse... I won't keep you waiting too long, I promise."
The two descended into blissful sleep, held in one-another's arms.
Jasyn stirred and woke up with a shock, then a groan. He felt something latched onto his neck, suckling gently.
"K-Kit! Mmf... that tickles!"
Axis continued to tease Jasyn, nuzzling into his throat and suckling gently. He let up only for a moment to say, "Of course it does," and then resumed torturing Jasyn.
Jasyn writhed and bucked a bit, feeling Axis' sheath against his own. He was surprised at how big his Kit actually was; at least matching Jasyn's in size and girth.
When axis finally let up and resumed cuddling Jasyn, he whispered, "Our next shift is in twelve rotat- I mean, an hour. We should start getting ready, maybe hit the galley?"
Jasyn nodded and let his paws wander, slowly caressing over Axis' rear, "But I wanna cuddle for a bit, Kit."
Axis smirked and let out a pleased groan, "Mmmm... well, I suppose we can cuddle for si... I mean thirty minutes."
"Half-an-hour?" asked Jasyn, chuckling.
"Yeah..."
Jasyn smirked and yawned slightly, "Well... I'm not all that interested in cuddling... you and your torment woke up the sleeping giant."
Axis giggled as his own sensitive member ran over Jasyn's, and it was indeed awake. He smirked and let out a low groan, "Mmf... you know how much I want that?"
Jasyn smirked, raising an eyebrow, "How much?"
The younger Sirian male ground his hips against Jasyn's and growled, "Enough to force it into myself.
Jasyn went wide-eyed. 'Did Axis just say that?' he thought to himself, he looked up at Axis with an uneasy grin and said, "Ar-are you sure about this, Kit?"
Axis nuzzled into Jasyn's neck and whispered, "As sure as I'll ever be."
Jasyn's heart skipped, he must have been dreaming. He nuzzled into Axis neck-fur and said, quietly, "Your wish is my command, Kit..." and with that, rolled so that Axis was beneath him, and grinned happily.
Axis blushed a bit and spread his legs open, inviting Jasyn in as he gently leaned into a kiss; his heated breath cascading along his mate's lips. Jasyn gently poked the tip of his Sirian cock to Axis' opening and kissed him for everything he was worth, as Axis' smaller paws interlaced with Jasyn's.
"Ready, kit?" asked Jasyn, not wanting to hurt Axis as much as he'd heard it did.
"Y-yes... I... I think I'm ready Jasyn..." came the timid, boyish reply. Axis felt the tip of Jasyn's tapered length start to push into him, and he grunted out in pain. "Aa-aah-aah... It hurts Jasyn!" he cried, whimpering a bit.
Jasyn stopped and pulled out, nuzzling Axis close and whispering, "We need some kind of lubrication..."
Axis growled as Jasyn pulled away and squeezed his mate's paws tightly, "No... I'll be fine... I want the raw Jasyn... mount me proper..." he said, through shallow breaths. He let go of Jasyn's paws, and Jasyn kneeled back as his fox rolled over and got onto all fours. "Make me yours, Jasyn..."
Jasyn's Sirian wolfhood started to ooze pre-cum, and he thought, 'Natural lubricant...' He pushed his tip against Axis' entrance once more and whispered, "I'll be gentle... but I won't stop unless you ask me to..."
"Okay... just mate me Jasyn!" came the feverish reply from the Sirian Fox.
Jasyn started to work his tip against Axis' tailhole, and then pressed the first inch or so into the tight, virgin opening of his Kit. He let out a loud groan and kept pushing, whispering, "so tight... warm... so Axis..."
Axis groaned out through clenched teeth, his claws digging into the mattress. He let out a moan of pleasure and said aloud, "Mmf... Jasyn... more!" The young fox loosened his anus just enough for Jasyn's massive wolf member to get another few inches in, and then clenched as his lover hit three bundles of nerves. He shuddered in pleasure, moaning Jasyn's name.
Jasyn continued to slide his large cock into Axis' rump, groaning in deep satisfaction. Four inches, six now, nine inches. Jasyn finally hilted himself deep inside his lover, murring contently as he lay, with his forming knot at the base of Axis' tailhole. He stopped here, letting the young fox get used to the size of it, groaning slightly as he said, "Just... tell me when you're ready for more... Kit..."
Axis clenched and unclenched the tight ring of muscle around his lover's shaft, smiling in pleasure as his own cock dripped pre-cum. He murred contentedly and bucked against Jasyn's knot, "C'mon Jayse, you know I can take more punishment than that."
Jasyn chuckled and slowly pulled out halfway before pounding back in, his knot stretching Axis' tailhole a bit. He grunted in pleasure and whispered, "You sure?" before pulling halfut again.
Axis let out a grunt of pained pleasure and gritted his teeth, "Ngf... Jasyn... more!" he said, wanting so badly to feel Jasyn's life-seeds inside of him.
Jasyn groaned and started to slowly pump into the young fox, one paw resting on Axis' own, and the other tracing circles in Axis' tummy fur. He let his paw trace lower, brushing a knuckle against his Kit's length as he continued to thrust.
Axis groaned and let out a slight whimper of pleasure, clenching his rear as tightly around Jasyn's cock as he could, moaning out encouragement, "Nng, Jasyn... so good!"
Jasyn kept thrusting, taking Axis' length in his gentle paw and stroking his Kit, pawing his cock, helping the fox reach climax, as he felt his own draw near. "Nngh... Axis, I'm gonna cum!"
Axis groaned and braced himself, feeling Jasyn's thrusts grow deep.
Jasyn pushed one last time, his knot finally filling Axis' tailhole, as he felt his length become immersed in a fiery-hit, fluid euphoria; his very essence.
"Ohhh... Jasyn... Jasyn..."
"Ahh! Jasyn!" shouted Axis, shaking the wolf awake.
Jasyn's eyes flickered open and he looked into the angry ones of his Kit, "Hey, Kit... What's u-" he sniffed at the air. A moment of silence fell as he realized what had happened.
"Jayse... you mind telling me what this is?" asked Axis, pointing to his chest and stomach. Coating his fur were long ropes of white, thick, sticky wolf-spunk.
"Uhh..." started Jasyn, blushing horribly, "S-sorry..."
Axis sighed and fell onto Jasyn with a chuckle, "It's not like I mind being covered in your goo Jay, but I'd like to know what you were dreaming about that drove you to... erm... *cover* me in it."
Jasyn heard the squelch of his seed between Axis and himself, and blushed again, "Uhm... Promise you won't freak out?" he asked.
"I have a pretty good guess, knowing you, but I promise I won't freak out..." said Axis with a smile, "Understanding is the basis for any relationship Jasyn."
"Well..." started the wolf, "I was... dreaming about you..."
He told Axis about his dream, and the young fox snickered, blushed, and shook his head, "Sounds like quite the dream..."
Jasyn chuckled, hugging Axis openly now, "Yeah, well, you said it yourself, one day it'll come true, right kit?"
Axis blushed and nuzzled into Jasyn's neck fur, kissing him lovingly, "Yeah Jay, really soon."
The clock on the wall read 3.07.28.35 17:29 and Jasyn coughed once, "We've got to be on the bridge in half-an-hour!"
Axis smiled and nodded, "Yeah, but we'll have to get rid of this sticky mess first..."
Jasyn chuckled and slowly sat up, Axis in his lap, "Well, we could do it the natural way, and that'd be to lick it off, or we could have a shower together. Either way is equally intimate, but if we lick it off we get a bit of a treat too."
Axis snickered and said, quietly, "I'd rather just get clean, fast, if you don't mind Jayse... I'd like to check out the galley."
Jasyn nipped Axis' shoulder and grinned, "Shower it is!"
(You didn't think I was going to go through two shower scenes in the same chapter did you? If you did you're CWAZY!)
Axis walked out of Jasyn's quarters and into his own, grabbing his Data Disc and his E-Pad. He stepped out of his quarters with the devices around his belt. The uniforms on the Echo Wind were more formal than on the Falchion; white dress pants, a grey turtleneck, a white jacket with a stripe that ran across the chest, about an inch thick. The stripe was continued on the sleeves, coming up to a point on the outside. The jacket has black shoulders, and the stripe colour was different for every officer; Axis' was yellow, denoting that he was an engineer. He also had one rank pin, which in his case was a small, silver circle, about a centimetre in diameter, with an engraved area in the shape of a paw print. He guessed that the pin itself identified him as both an ensign and a Sirian and it had to be pinned on the right pocket of the jacket.
Jasyn bore a single pin also, except his was gold, identifying him as a Lieutenant. He also had a red and orange stripe; pilot and bridge crew. "Ready for your first real shift, Kit?" asked Jasyn.
"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," came the Fox's smiling reply. The pants were actually very comfortable, and indeed had been modified for his particular physique, though how they'd managed that was a mystery to him.
"Well, I'll see you at 06:00 then?" Jasyn asked. He'd gotten used to the time keeping of these humans.
"You bet. See you later Jayse," smiled Axis. He leaned up, gave his wolf's cheek an affectionate peck, and turned and jogged off down the hallway.
"Don't hurt yourself!" called Jasyn after him, before he started to walk to the lifts.
(I'm not going through the tedious work days...)
Axis smiled as he walked into the mess hall. He'd wanted to try some more human food since they'd had the pancakes. Jasyn had called him at the end of his shift and told him to meet him here, so why not test his curiosity now, he thought.
He walked up to the counter and the man behind it was running a wire tool through a thick, dark brown liquid in a big bowl. "Hey there!" he said putting the metal bowl over a heater. His eyes were bright, excited to be on such an important mission, and he picked up a basket of cut, prepared strawberries and put them with the bowl, "Just making some chocolate dip for these beauties. What can I get ya' ensign?"
Axis smiled and looked across at the man. "I just wanted to pop down and try out some food, I haven't had, well, much of anything for the past forty-sev- I mean, twenty-four-and-a-half hours. Can you recommend something?"
The man smiled and immediately said, "Why sure, just let me see here..." before turning and looking around the kitchen. The man wasn't overly tall, about the same height as Axis was. He had blond hair, or what Axis would call 'head-fur', and slightly pale skin. "Ah! Here we are!" said the chef, turning back, "Okay, so we've got a sliced apple and some cheese, or if that doesn't interest you we've got some spicy breakfast sausages and a scrambled egg. Or you could try my nearly famous strawberry waffles with a hot cup of mint tea. Take your pick, mister..."
Axis filled in the blank, "Oh, Levi, Axis Levi, and I think I'll try the sausages, with the tea, perhaps? If that's not too much trouble that is, sir."
The man scoffed jokingly, "Trouble? Nah, I enjoy cooking. Please, though, call me Eric." He extended his hand and Axis shook it warmly. "So, sausages, scrambled egg, and mint tea eh?" Eric fixed up the plate with a smile and handed it to Axis with a metal mug of tea.
"Oll int, the Sirian thank you," said Axis with a slight bow.
"You're welcome, and be careful with that tea, you don't want to scald yourself."
Axis found a table near a window and sat down, gazing out at the stream. It was almost dizzying how fast it went by, yet he barely felt anything. He cut a bit of one of the sausages off and popped it into his mouth, then smiled and chewed it happily. "Mmm, this is good. I'll have to thank Eric later."
"Who's Eric?" came a voice from behind him. Axis jumped and lifted his head to see Jasyn standing behind, looking down with a smile.
"Oh. The chef's name is Eric. Sit with me Jayse, I want you to try something," said Axis with a grin, motioning to the seat beside him.
Jasyn sat down and smiled, looking at the food with an open mind, "What is it?" he asked, looking up at the fox.
"Eric called these things 'sausages' and he called that yellow bit there 'scrambled egg'. This is 'mint tea'. I haven't tried that yet," said Axis, smiling back.
Eric walked over and smiled, standing at the unoccupied side of the table, "Hello there, can I get you something Lieutenant?"
Jasyn looked over and nodded, "Yeah, could I get a plate of this, please?"
Axis hit Jasyn in the chest with a sigh, "You could at least introduce yourself, Jayse..."
The chef chuckled and held out his hand with a smile, "Eric Raltir, I'm the chef here in the Galley."
Jasyn shook the offered 'paw', "Jasyn Emitt, Helm."
There was a brief moment of silence before Eric excused himself, "I'll go get you your meal. It was nice meeting you Lt. Emitt."
Jasyn smiled and bowed his head, "Likewise Mr. Raltir."
"Call me Eric," and with that he was off.
Axis smiled at Jasyn and continued into his food. "It's really good, Jayse, nothing like that stuff they used to serve on the Falchion. Hey, are you feeling okay? You're being awfully quiet," said the young Sirian, looking concerned.
Jasyn shook his head quickly and blinked, "Hmm? Sorry, watching those strings for 12 hours can really do a number on your eyes." He rubbed at his ice-blue eyes and smiled as his food arrived. "Thank you," he said.
The two ate and spoke about their respective days, and when they were done they took their plates over and thanked Eric for the meal.
"All I'm saying is that you could be a little less, well, wolf-like. You're acting like everyone here knows you Jasyn."
"I am not, and besides, you don't have to be getting all chummy with these humans."
"Well maybe I want to make some friends! Gods, Jasyn, I actually feel accepted around here now!" shouted the Fox. They had stopped outside their respective quarters and had been arguing for about five minutes.
"I just don't want to see you get hurt, Axis. I-"
"I can look after myself Jasyn. Like you said 'strong, confident fox'"
"But I-"
"But nothing, you should at least try to understand that we could be stuck with these people for awhile!" Axis growled, low in his chest, and turned to retreat into his room.
Jasyn sighed and reached out a paw, resting it on the young Sirian Fox's shoulder, "Axis, I... I know, I'm sorry..."
Axis' ears perked. He turned slowly and looked up into Jasyn's eyes. He could tell that Jasyn meant it, and he hugged him gently, saying, "Jasyn, don't worry about it, okay? Just try to be more friendly, okay?"
Jasyn smiled and hugged back, nuzzling into the top of Axis' head, "Alright... I'll try."
They could hear footsteps approaching from around the corner, and they stepped apart and looked like they were just talking. Around stepped Lynn and Azuma, in their new uniforms. They walked up to Jasyn and smiled. Lynn spoke first, "Hey Jasyn, we were wondering if you'd like to come to the ship's gym with us, you know, try out some human sports and such?"
Jasyn blinked once and looked over at his fox with an unsure look on his face. "Only if he can come with us," he replied.
"Sure eh, the more the merrier right? No hard feelings about before, foxy?" said Azuma with an obviously fake smile.
Axis held back from backhanding the older, larger Sirian and replied, "Yeah, no hard feelings."
"Alright! Well, let's go. We'll hit a few games and then call it in for the night, kay?" suggested Lynn.
"Sure."
So? What'd you think? Not what you expected at all for the first yiff of the story, eh? It's my first PUBLISHED "Yiff", so feedback would be appreciated. How did you like the story so far, etc etc.
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*Note: This is fiction. Sure, most authors, myself included, try to stick to reality as much as possible, but we must take certain liberties. For example, I learned long after developing the concept for this story that a certain statue doesn't actually exist. That statue plays a very prominent role in this chapter. Now, I won't ruin it for you now, but the statue is of one of the most famous men in the history of sports. So, it doesn't actually exist - it damn well should. And this is my story. Voila. Anyhow, if anyone is from the Raleigh, N.C. area, and that factual discrepancy offends you, then... please, just work with me.
Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this infinitely better than it was when I first wrote it. As always, let me know what you think, through voting, comments or private feedback. All three works too! ;-) As I said, this story will go up with one chapter posting daily until it's all uploaded, so don't get too mad about the cliffhangers. Enjoy!*
Tim had done this well over 3,000 times. J.T., acting as his co-pilot today, had probably done it more than 5,000 times. Among the passengers on today's charter were three or four other pilots, and all told, everyone on the plane with a pilot's license had probably executed tens of thousands of flawless landings throughout their careers.
Still, Tim never relaxed once the runway came into view, even during the day when he could see the runway easily. This time, he was turning final for an instrument night landing. He could watch the cockpit displays showing the precise track of the plane relative to the runway he'd be on in a few minutes, but that didn't stop him from being nervous.
Like most of the other pilots he knew, Tim was a big believer in one of the oldest overused pilots' phrases: "Any landing you can walk away from is a good one, and if the plane is still functioning afterward, it's perfect." However, he'd also developed a healthy respect for Murphy's Law throughout his career in the Marines: "If it can go wrong, it will. If more than one thing can go wrong, they all will, all at once." He felt he could never be too cautious.
J.T. had been peppering him with questions for the past 10 minutes, but he knew to leave Tim alone during this brief period, the time between receiving the landing clearance and actually touching the tires to the tarmac. Tim's breathing became shallow and controlled as the Learjet inched closer and closer to the runway. As he broke out of the low scud, he was intently focused as first the runway displaced threshold disappeared beneath the plane, followed closely by the numbers on the runway.
Tim's exhalation was audible as the wheels touched down. J.T. engaged the reverse thrusters, and the plane slowly crept to a stop after eating up more than a mile of runway.
"Mile High zerone, welcome to Raleigh-Durham International. Exit runway to the right when able; taxiway delta to the jet port."
Tim complied with the air traffic controller's instructions, easing the plane to the right, off the runway and onto the taxiway. This was a smaller plane, so instead of taxiing toward the main gates, he headed toward the charter buildings. Just like the main gates, though, there were two linemen ready to greet him and help him get the Learjet parked.
"So, really," J.T. said. "This is a big step for you."
"You know, I would glare at you right now if I wasn't focused on these guys," Tim said. "Glaring is much less effective when you're not looking at the person."
"Seriously, man," J.T. said, simply ignoring Tim. "One of her biggest complaints to Sheila is that you never let her ride home with you, even though you're both going to the same place and coming back to the airport in the morning. So, this is big."
Tim ignored his best friend for just a second and got the plane parked. As soon as he shut down the engines, he signaled for the flight attendant, who opened the door and extended the steps.
"We're still not riding back in together tomorrow," Tim said, turning his attention to his co-pilot as the passengers disembarked. "I'm only letting her drive me home because I left my SUV at her place. I'm fairly certain you know this, seeing as you're the reason why."
Three days before, Tim had returned the N.C. State football team to Raleigh after a game in Tallahassee with Florida State. Carlos had indeed fractured a bone in his right forearm, and wearing the proper splint, he'd become the original fumble-free version of himself. The Wolfpack had whipped up on the Seminoles, and the plane ride home was just generally a good time. It certainly had put Tim in a great mood. Julia was off that particular day, and instead of making her drive all the way to his house on the lake, he'd decided to surprise her at her house instead.
"Speaking of which..." J.T. said, and Tim could only roll his eyes. He wondered how long it would be before J.T. figured it out. "You got back into town Sunday evening. I picked you up over there this morning. You stayed with her almost three whole days?"
"Don't make a big deal out of it."
"It is a big deal, dude," he said. "You don't even like it when she stays overnight, and now you're over there for three days?"
"What can I say, J.T.?" Tim replied. "She just keeps coming back for more. I fucked her Sunday night right into Monday morning. I was ready to leave, but she convinced me to stay. And let me tell you, she can be pretty damn persuasive. She has this thing she does, where she puts ice in her mouth then goes down on me for a minute, then switches to coffee... it's marketable, dude. Anyway, we stayed there all day Monday. Tuesday, we went to work, but she got off first. I went over there and made sure she got off first a few more times."
J.T. was stunned.
"What?" Tim asked.
"Bullshit," J.T. finally said. "Now you're just making shit up so I'll stop asking you about it."
"Maybe I am," Tim said. "Maybe I'm actually telling the truth."
"But you never offer details."
"Yeah, like it was a big fucking secret what we were doing over there all that time, man," Tim said. "And if it will get you off my back, then, hell. What's a little sharing between best friends?"
Tim left the cockpit, descending the steps onto the asphalt. J.T. joined him soon thereafter.
"Tim, you could show me the video and it still wouldn't get me off your back."
"OK," Tim said, shooting his friend a cautious glance. "You're starting to scare me."
"All the shit we've been through together, and NOW I'm starting to scare you?"
Tim laughed and rolled his eyes simultaneously. "You have a point."
"Still, man, you could have asked me to drive you over there," J.T. continued. "It's a big deal."
"You're about to find out how big a deal it is when I call a cab to take me over there and you have to explain to her how I was gonna let her drive me home, but you wouldn't shut up."
J.T. put his hands up in surrender. "OK, OK."
The pair walked silently into the charter terminal. They made their way through the building and into the MHC, Inc. offices. Julia was sitting in one of the chairs, idly flipping through the latest copy of Sports Illustrated.
"I keep telling you she's a keeper, man," J.T. said, pointing at the magazine. "Any woman who reads Sports Illustrated without being forced..."
"What do you mean, without being forced? You don't keep anything in here but that and Aviation Weekly," she answered. She'd already stood up. There was a look on her face that she always had when she met Tim at the airport - like she wanted to run up and jump into his arms. She didn't because she thought he would get mad. Lately, he wasn't so sure.
"True," J.T. said. "Just trying to turn people on to the important things in life."
"Hey, you," she said when Tim reached her. "I just got off work and figured I would drop by to see if you guys were back yet."
"I know," Tim replied. "I talked to Shelby in your office an hour ago."
"Why?" she asked.
"Wanted to see when you'd be off," he answered. "Turns out I'm going to need a ride to your place."
Her eyes lit up. Tim smiled involuntarily.
"J.T. couldn't drive you?"
"Oh, he could have. It's just..." Tim tried to spit it out, but it wasn't coming.
"He'd rather go with you." That was J.T., being ever so helpful while rifling through the mail. Tim glanced over at him, and then looked back at Julia, who was beaming. He raised his eyebrows a bit and then nodded.
"Cool," she said, clearly trying to conceal her happiness. That was one of the things he enjoyed most about having Julia in his life, at any level: it didn't take much to make her happy. Though Tim had always been willing to go the extra mile to make his friends happy, just the tiniest things - like him letting her drive him 10 minutes to her apartment - made her act like it was her birthday.
"You good, bro?" Tim asked, not looking at J.T. but trying not to maintain constant eye contact with Julia, either. He wasn't sure why.
"Yeah," J.T. said. "You're at RBC tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Hoops at noon?"
"Yeah."
"Later."
Tim headed for the door, holding it open for Julia. He spotted her Toyota Camry in the parking lot and headed for it.
"How was Tennessee?"
"Awesome," Tim said. "Of course, everything looks awesome at 5,000 feet."
"I know," she said, smiling at him. "Who were the passengers? And while we're on the subject, why did J.T. have to come kidnap you at five this morning?"
"We were picking up a bunch of J.T.'s dad's friends," Tim said. "Old friends from when he grew up in Nashville. I guess that's the benefit of being rich - anytime you want to see your friends, just scramble up a Learjet and say, 'Go fetch.'"
"OK, but he just planned it this morning?"
"No," Tim said. "Steve was supposed to be J.T.'s co-pilot, but he called in sick. J.T. knew I was at your place."
"Ah, and since he lives a mile away, he just figured he'd come get you in person."
"Honestly, I think he was trying to set this up," Tim said. "He was pretty adamant about letting him drive."
"Hmm.. guess I have to thank him then," she replied.
"Please don't," he answered. "That boy's ego is already threatening to take over Wake County. Don't encourage him."
"If he's going to keep coming up with ideas like this, I'll give him all the encouragement he needs."
Tim was going to respond when his cell phone started ringing. It was 99 Problems by Jay-Z. That could only mean one person.
"You have wonderful timing, Carlos," he said, sliding into the passenger seat of Julia's car. "And by wonderful, I mean horrible."
"Sorry, Doc," Carlos said. "I need a favor."
"I can't play wingman for you tonight," Tim said. "Really, now that I'm officially employed by the school, I can't do that for you ever again."
"I don't need you to," was the reply. "I need you to play wingman for Pat Kersee. With the cops."
"Kersee got into trouble? What, did he get caught doing homework during normal partying hours?"
"You remember that shit I told you a couple weeks ago, on the plane ride back from Boston?"
"Not particularly."
Carlos repeated their conversation. Tim's eyes just got wider and wider. He noticed Julia watching him from the driver's seat.
"Jesus, man," Tim said. "What are you, some kind of prophet? I'll be right there."
He hung up the phone and looked apologetically at Julia.
"We need to make a pit stop first."
She nodded and started the car. Five minutes and one hasty explanation later, Julia's Camry pulled up in front of the main entrance to the RBC Center. There were only two police cars there, but the dual sets of flashing lights served as a beacon, drawing anyone within range to North Carolina State's basketball arena. Tim saw Carlos' blood red Ford Fusion parked 100 feet away from all the commotion, and he motioned Julia to park behind him.
"Wait here, OK?" Tim asked, getting a nod in return. "I'll just be a minute."
He hastily got out of the car and headed over to Carlos, who was sitting on the hood of his own car.
"I spent the whole drive over here hoping like hell you were pulling a prank, Carlos," Tim said.
"Doc, I can't even make this shit up," he said. He was dressed in early American ghetto - a bright orange Charlotte Bobcats' jersey, sagging blue jeans, and enough jewelry to get himself mugged at this time of night.
"You talk to him yet?"
"Yeah, but just for a sec," Carlos replied. "Po-po got real upset when they found out he texted me."
"So, why am I here?"
"One of the cops recognized me when I got here," Carlos said. "Asked Pat if he was on the team, Pat said yeah. They told him to call a coach to come over here. I said I'd handle it."
"What about Tia?"
"That's trickier. They pressed her until she admitted she was a cheerleader. Got someone at the station to look it up, and they called the cheerleaders' coach, or whoever they have that runs them."
"Ah," Tim replied. To say Nicole Clifford would be something less than pleased would be a huge understatement. Captain or not, Tia would be booted off the team, and Tim wouldn't have a chance in hell of keeping this off the head coach's and athletic director's desks. A thought formed very quickly in his mind. He waved to Julia, and when he caught her attention, he beckoned her over. She looked a bit bewildered, but she got out of the car.
"I didn't know you was bringin' your girl, Doc," Carlos said. "I dropped mine off on the way over here to help Pat, but if I'd known we was havin' a party, shit."
"She's not my girl, Carlos," Tim said, mostly amused. "But she is going to help get us out of this mess." Tim waited a second, and then realized what Carlos had just said. "You have a girlfriend?"
"Nah," Carlos said. "I just got one I hit it with more than the others. That's who I was with just now."
Tim and Carlos both watched Julia walk over to Carlos' car. She was still wearing her Southwest dress, but she filled it out well.
"Daamn, Doc," Carlos said, but an elbow to the ribs shut him up.
"Julia Waters, Carlos McDonald," Tim said, making introductions as quickly as possible. Tim pulled the Southwest Airlines pin off Julia's dress and pocketed it. "Carlos, you know who the cheer coach is, right?"
"Fuck, no," he replied.
"OK, let's try this a different way," Tim said. "Carlos, you've fucked one of the cheerleaders, right?"
Carlos grinned and flashed him a set of perfect pearly whites. No further reply was necessary.
"Good. Call her - any of them, since I'm sure we're dealing with plurals here - and find a way to get a hold of Nicole Clifford. Whatever you need to do, convince her nothing is going on. Just stop her from showing up here."
"On it, Doc," Carlos said, and immediately began working his phone. Julia and Tim made their way toward the cop cars.
"What am I doing here?" she asked.
"Were you ever a cheerleader in college?" Tim answered back with a question.
"Do I look like I was a cheerleader?" Julia replied.
"No," he agreed. "You look much, much better." Julia turned her smile up to high beams as they continued speed walking toward the cops. "Anyway, you're the N.C. State assistant cheerleading coach. Just play along."
She might have put up a fight, but they'd reached the two cop cars. Two of the cops got into the near police car, so Tim and Julia made their way to the other car. Tim spotted a hulking figure leaning against it, with his back to them. About 10 feet away, a drop-dead gorgeous Latina sat on the curb, carefully observing them as they approached.
"Can I help you?" the officer asked. He was short and black - not as well built as Carlos, Tim thought, but he looked about as fast. The nameplate on his uniform said Blue.
"Sure," Tim replied. "I'm Tim Fetters, one of the doctors for the North Carolina State football team. I understand you've detained one of my players?"
"I'm Sergeant Blue. You have some ID?"
Tim pulled out his wallet and handed the officer his driver's license and a business card identifying him as the team psychologist.
"I asked for a coach."
"Yes, I understand that," Tim replied. "Carlos only has three coaches in his cell phone, and he told me he tried to call all three, but none of them answered. I did."
It was a blatant lie, but after a few seconds, the cop bought it.
"Fine," he replied. "Who is this lovely young lady?"
Tim was about to answer for her, but Julia stuck her hand out.
"I'm Julia Waters, one of the cheerleader coaches here," she replied. "We're sorry to have caused you all this trouble."
"Not a problem, ma'am," the officer replied. "How did you both get here so quick?"
Julia took that one as well. "Well, that football player over there didn't know this, but when he called Dr. Fetters here, he called me, as well." She was laying it on thick now, even stepping up her Southern accent for effect. She batted her eyebrows as she jerked her head toward Tim. "Let's try and keep that between us, if you don't mind."
Sergeant Blue eyed Tim now. Some of it was jealousy, but some of it was the classic 'What's he got that I don't?' look, as well.
"Not a problem, ma'am," he said again. He directed them to follow him. As they did, Tim leaned over and whispered the girl's name into Julia's ear, so she could correctly identify her.
"Tia, what the hell happened?" Julia started. Tia looked back at her, clearly trying to figure out who she was. She was dressed in a white sweater and a blue denim skirt. The sweater looked disheveled - clearly, it had been balled up somewhere and just recently thrown back on.
"Why the hell do you care?" Tia replied. Uh, oh, Tim thought. He shot Tia a hard glare before responding.
"Careful, Tia," he said. "You're lucky Ms. Waters here was the one Carlos called and not Ms. Clifford." Tia stared back at him for a second, and he eventually saw the light click on.
"You're right," the girl replied. "Sorry, Ms. Waters."
"Sergeant?" Tim asked when he realized neither Pat nor Tia was going to offer an explanation.
"Apparently, these two couldn't restrain themselves," he said. "We were conducting a routine patrol and happened upon them in a... let's just say... less than appropriate act."
"C'mon, Sergeant," Tim said. "You can level with me. You caught 'em fucking out here?"
Julia laughed. Tia's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Tim looked over at Pat and saw the slightest smirk on his face. For his part, Blue stayed as professional as he could.
"Not exactly," he replied. "Mr. Kersee was leaned up against the statue, and Ms. Lopez was kneeling in front of him. I think you can fill in the blanks."
Tim looked up. Sure enough, there was the statue of Jim Valvano, the legendary North Carolina State basketball coach. Carlos, in his infinite wisdom, had nailed this one, so to speak.
"Yeah, probably," Tim said. "You mind if we talk to them for a minute?"
"As long as you don't mind an audience, go right ahead."
"Pat? Tia? Want to give us an explanation that will stop us from calling Coach Taylor and Ms. Clifford?"
"I'm sorry, Doc," Pat started, finally pulling his weight off the hood of the police car. The car rose up an inch or two. Pat's belt was still unbuckled and his fly was unzipped, but thankfully, nothing was poking out. He also had only a T-shirt on, one that was struggling to keep his large upper body contained. A red N.C. State jacket was lying on the car. "Tia was working out here in the women's weight room. I was working out with the basketball players. We caught each other on the way out, and we got the urge. I didn't think we'd get caught."
"It took us half an hour, you moron," Tia said from the curb. "Of course we were going to get caught."
"Half an hour, Pat?" Tim asked. "I mean, kudos and all, but if you're going to do it in a public place, perhaps a quickie might be the better option?"
Tia's jaw dropped again, and Tim could tell that even Julia was a little surprised by his question. Pat, though, thought nothing of it.
"Oh, we did that, Doc," he said. "With her? It took five minutes. I mean, she only got off twice, but under the circumstances-"
"PAT!" Tia shouted, throwing her purse at him. It hit him squarely in his right thigh, which made most cinder blocks look ordinary. Pat didn't even notice.
"What? It's the truth," he said.
"I know, but you're all tellin' everybody," she replied.
"Tia?" Julia asked. "If it only took five minutes, why were you still out here for 25 minutes?"
Even in the pale streetlights and the blue police lights, Tim could see the light-skinned Hispanic girl blush.
"Well, I, umm," Tia stammered. Pat jumped in.
"I didn't get off," Pat said. "I told her I could wait till we got to the dorms, but she said no. She went down on me, and... well, they told you the rest."
"For 25 minutes, Tia?" Tim asked.
"It's not my fault," she replied. "He wouldn't cum! I thought I was better at that."
"Oh, you're just fine," Pat said, walking over to the Hispanic girl and sitting down next to her. It looked like a jumbo sack of potatoes had just collapsed onto the sidewalk. "I was just trying to hold out. I could have gotten off right away, but I didn't want to give in that quickly."
"Ya know, Pat," Tim said. "I'm sure 'ol Jimmy V here appreciates the sentiment, OK? But I'm not sure this is quite what he meant by 'Don't ever give up,' all right?"
Julia, Tia, Sergeant Blue and the other officer within earshot burst out laughing. Pat just cracked a huge grin.
"OK, officers," Tim said. "What's the plan, here?"
The two men looked at each other.
"Technically, we have to take them downtown and book them," Blue said. "It's indecent exposure."
Tim nodded and pulled the two policemen farther away from the group, leaving Julia with Pat and Tia. He made sure none of the others could hear.
"I'm not going to get in your guys' way if you decide you have to do this, but just hear me out," Tim said, getting nods from both men. "Pat Kersee is a 4.0 student in the electrical engineering program here. Sure, he's got a shot to play pro next year, but he's graduating in December with his Bachelor's degree, five months early. When I first heard he was in trouble, I thought maybe he'd been trapped in the library after hours and set off an alarm or something. Tia Lopez, she's a member of pretty much every college Hispanic leadership committee in the country, and she's one of the top students in our Veterinary Sciences program. They're just a couple of co-eds who couldn't resist temptation. No one else saw them - no one else was hurt here."
Tim saw the two officers exchange a look. The one who hadn't yet said anything - Peterson, according to his nameplate - spoke now.
"I'd just like to know how *he* managed to hook up with *her*," Peterson said, making both Sgt. Blue and Tim laugh.
"I hear that," Tim said. "If I were him, I'd be pissed that no one else saw."
"It would just be a lot of extra paperwork for us, anyway," Blue said, and Peterson nodded.
"But Dr. Fetters, you need to make them understand," Peterson said. "They can't be out here doing stuff like that."
Tim stood up straight and spoke to where everyone could hear it.
"I understand, Officer," he said. "We'll deal with this internally, I can promise you that."
The two officers nodded to the cops sitting in the other police car. It drove off a few seconds later.
"Ms. Lopez, Mr. Kersee, we're releasing you into the custody of Dr. Fetters and Ms. Waters here. If we catch you out here again, we'll have no choice but to arrest you. Do you understand?"
Both of them nodded. The two officers got into their car and drove off. As they did, Carlos pulled his Fusion in front of the statue. "It's taken care of," he said. "The cops had to leave a message for the cheer coach, and Christy called her and convinced her it was just a prank call."
"You're dating Christy now?" Tia asked, recognizing the name of one of her fellow cheerleaders.
"Ain't nobody said nothin' 'bout dating," Carlos replied.
"Julia, can you take Tia to the car, please?" Tim interrupted. "I'll be right there." Julia nodded and escorted Tia toward the Camry, still parked 100 feet away.
"Pat," Tim started, and he saw Carlos' eyes follow Julia and Tia across the lot. "I'm not going to mention this to anyone else, ok?"
The big man looked visibly relieved.
"But listen. You almost got yourself arrested, man. I know you didn't mean anything by it, but this would have made the entire team look really, really bad. I'm going to remember this, and if anything happens again, everything comes out. You hear me?"
He nodded.
"Carlos," Tim said, pulling the running back's attention back to front and center. "Can you take him back to the dorms?"
"No problem, Doc," he said. "Thanks for helping out."
"No worries. Get outta here."
"Sure thing," Carlos said. He started the car again, but before he drove off, he rolled his window down. "Just one thing, first, Doc."
"Shoot."
"Your girl got any sisters?"
Tim grinned. Even at a time like this, Carlos was trying to get laid. There was something about Carlos' expression that made Tim stop for just a second - it wasn't that flirtatious, lecherous grin Carlos usually had when he was on the prowl.
"We don't really have that kind of relationship, man," Tim said. "I'll see you two later."
Tim watched Carlos drive out of the parking lot, and then walked to Julia's car. Of course, he knew Julia had a bunch of brothers and sisters. He'd never met any of them and didn't even know their names. Even if he had, Tim didn't think he'd be doing anybody a favor by hooking them up with Carlos.
When Tim got into the car, he gave Julia directions to the dorms. Tia was in the backseat, and Tim used most of the drive there to give her the same lecture he'd delivered to Pat. Tia was very apologetic, and by the time he was finished, she was on the verge of tears.
"There's no need to cry," he said. "I talked you both out of what could have been a very bad situation. But you're the woman here, Tia. Everyone in this car and in this country knows you have the cooler head when hormones start raging. Next time, get him back home first. Hell, do it inside RBC. I'll give you a key to Coach Taylor's office. Just, don't do it in public, OK?"
Tia giggled. Julia pulled up in front of her dorm, and Tia got out. Through his open window, Tim added one more thing.
"Or, here's an idea. Next time, just make the poor guy cum faster. Then you won't have this problem."
Julia opened her mouth to say something, but Tia turned and headed toward the dorms. Tim was rolling up the window.
"What?" Tim asked, seeing Julia's open mouth.
"I was just going to tell her," she said. "If she needs pointers, I'd be happy to help. You never seem to complain."
"No," he agreed. "Tia, for as hot as she is, and as much as I'm sure she does it for Pat Kersee, is just a girl. You, Ms. Waters, are a woman."
"You calling me old?"
"Oh, hell," Tim said. "You're five years younger than me. You're not old - you just know what you're doing."
"I dunno," she replied, winking at him as she pulled out of the dorm parking lot and back onto the road. "I think you were calling me old. I think I need to prove you wrong."
Tim grinned. "Suit yourself."
Ever since he could remember, Tim had been surrounded by self-assured women. His mother was the head women's soccer coach at Wake Forest from the time Tim turned seven until she retired when he was in his mid-20s. His commanding officer for most of his tour in the Marines was a woman, and she answered to a two-star general who was one of the highest-ranking women in the United States military. The chair of the psychology department at North Carolina State, Paula Ferguson, was one of the most published professors in the world.
Even with all of that, Julia was one of the most secure women he'd ever met. She talked about needing to lose 20 pounds and joked about her curvaceous figure, but unlike most other women who weren't blessed with supermodel looks, she knew she was attractive without having to be reminded. At work, she had no problem dealing with angry passengers, confused employees and overzealous middle managers from corporate headquarters. With the way he'd acted over the past 18 months, Tim knew that a woman with less personal security would have bailed a long time ago. When he let his mind wander there, he realized her sense of self-worth was one of the things he was most attracted to.
That all evaporated into the atmosphere when it came to her apartment. The first time they got together was at Tim's house, and after that, she wouldn't let him come to her place for six or seven months. Really, it had just been within the past couple months that she had started inviting him over occasionally - prior to that, the only times they used her place was when Tim had a late night followed by an early morning and didn't want to drive 30 minutes outside of town.
Tim repeatedly tried to convince Julia that he could care less about where she lived. For one, he'd never really been concerned with financial status or social class. Sure, his family had always had money, but he never felt like that made him better than anyone else. And besides, their relationship was purely sexual -- great sex in a clapboard shack was still great, Tim liked to say, while lousy sex in a mansion was still lousy.
Julia lived on the third floor of a five-story apartment building in Durham, just up the street from Duke University. Her entire apartment was about as big as Tim's master bedroom and bathroom, which was a sore spot for her. He often told her that his pre-Doctoral apartment, just two miles away from the N.C. State campus, made her apartment look like a luxury suite at the MGM Grand, but it didn't matter. It was still a source of embarrassment for her.
Tim dug the simplicity of the place, though. Julia knew how to use her space - every available square foot was used, but he never felt like she was a packrat. There were some "typical girl" things at her apartment; she had two flowerpots hanging in opposite corners of her living room, there were several romance novels laying on her coffee table, and he was sure her cat was lurking somewhere, scheming up a way to attack Tim when he least expected it. Then again, she had a neon "Open" sign on the wall right next to her front door, and a giant plastic cutout of Steve Smith, one of the Carolina Panthers' receivers, adorned one of her bedroom walls. Tim loved his house because of the view and easy access to water skiing and boating, but Julia's apartment had real-life charm and that "lived-in" quality.
"You handled yourself very well tonight," he said as they entered her apartment. "I appreciate you helping me with that, especially on the fly."
"Hell, you were the impressive one," she said. "I just said two things. You managed to get them out of being arrested."
"I just did my job," he replied. "I'm supposed to look out for the mental well-being of North Carolina State's athletes. I don't think hitting the police blotter would have what you'd call a positive impact on either Pat or Tia's mental health, do you?"
He went into the kitchen and grabbed two Miller Lites out of the fridge. For some reason, he thought, it always went like this. At his house, Julia tended to be the busybody while Tim just collapsed into a chair. At Julia's place, Tim usually got the drinks. Julia just leaned up against the wall, watching him.
"Probably not," she replied, taking a generous swig of beer. "How close were the cops to arresting them?"
"Just watching the two of them, I could tell they found the whole situation more amusing than anything," Tim said. "I don't think they really felt like putting the effort into arresting them. I just said some things that reinforced that idea."
"Well," Julia said, pulling Tim to her. One hand was holding her beer, but she was still making progress on the buttons of his dress shirt with her free hand. "You still could have called their coaches and turned them in. It was a very nice thing to do."
"I'm sure they thought so," Tim said, running the fingers of his right hand through her dark brown hair. "Yeah, really, the cops were mostly just shocked that someone like Pat could land someone like Tia."
"You heard what they said," Julia said. She finally worked the last button loose and pulled his shirt off his shoulders. "He made her come twice in five minutes. Who cares what the equipment looks like, as long as it still works?"
"Oh, is that right?" he replied. His free hand was now working on Julia's dress, pulling the hem up her legs slowly.
"Yessssssss," she hissed into Tim's ear. "Of course, in your case, I don't have to choose. I get the best of both worlds - the equipment works, but it also looks damn good." She accentuated her point by running her hands across his well-chiseled pecs and tracing the contours of his abs.
"Is that your way of telling me you want to cum twice in five minutes?" Tim asked. He set his beer on the dining table behind him, and did the same with Julia's beer before leaning down to kiss her neck. He dragged his tongue across her collarbone, and when he bit down on her shoulder, she gasped.
"I wouldn't turn it down," she replied. "I will say this: if you can do it, it won't take me 25 minutes to make you cum."
Tim broke into a huge grin and pushed Julia's dress the rest of the way up her thighs, bunching it around her waist. When he moved his fingers to her pussy, he could feel her wetness, even through her panties.
"Somebody's already turned on," Tim said, pulling her panties to the side and immediately jabbing a finger inside her.
"OH, shit!" she said, immediately locking her hands around his neck. "I've been horny all day. You didn't fuck me this morning before you left."
"I didn't, did I?" Tim asked.
"Noooo..." she replied. "I had to go to the bathroom and finger myself twice today."
"Show me," he said, taking her right hand and moving it in between her legs. "I'm going to make you cum twice in the next four minutes now, but you're going to help."
Julia started rubbing her clit while Tim rapidly plunged two fingers into her steamy cunt. She wasn't going to last a whole lot longer, but just to make sure, he leaned forward and caught one of her nipples between his teeth. Even with her dress and bra still covering them, the sensation was strong enough for Julia to let loose with another blue streak.
"FUCK!" she yelled. "I'm gonna cum!"
Tim only increased the pace with his fingers, and he managed to pull back and watch Julia's face as she came on both their hands. He got more than his fair share of memorable views from the cockpit, but for Tim's money, this sight - a beautiful woman cumming because of something he was doing - beat everything.
While his right hand was occupied with her pussy, his left hand had been working at his own zipper. He'd loosened his belt enough to pull his black slacks down around his ankles. As soon as she stopped to take a breath, Tim crouched down, aimed his cock at her pussy and plunged forward.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuucccckkkk!" Julia cried out, most of it into Tim's shoulder. He figured he had about 90 seconds left to make her cum again. He lifted her right leg off the ground, and after re-locking her fingers behind his neck, she added her left leg, intertwining them around his lower back. Tim supported most of Julia's weight while repeatedly slamming into her pussy, causing the picture frames on the wall to shake. One of them got loose from its hook and crashed to the ground - Tim barely noticed.
His arms were wrapped around her lower back as he held her up, but he freed one of his hands temporarily to lay several light but stinging swats on her bubbly ass. She groaned with every smack, adding something extra to the constant whimpers she was letting loose every time Tim drove into her pussy.
He was quickly running out of time, so Tim resorted to a trick he only used occasionally. He leaned away just enough to establish solid eye contact with Julia, and stared deep into her eyes while he repeatedly slammed his hips forward into her. They exchanged so much with those deep gazes, but it always seemed to grab her emotions and send them hurtling over the edge of a cliff.
Within five seconds, she was biting her lip. She started babbling incoherently a few moments later, and somewhere around the 30-second mark, he felt a torrent of Julia's juices flooding his cock as she came one more time. She squeaked a little bit, but not much else came out of her open mouth as her second orgasm slammed into her.
Tim usually broke the eye contact once she started cumming, but he couldn't tear his eyes away this time. They stayed locked onto each other throughout her entire orgasm, finally looking away as Julia's body started to sag. He didn't like doing that to her - that kind of deep, soul-searching look could do nothing but give her the wrong idea about how he felt. But for whatever reason, it worked on her every time, so when he absolutely needed her to cum right then and there, it was his go-to trick.
"That's so unfair," she cried as Tim carefully lowered them both to the ground.
"I know."
"You always tell me there's nothing emotional in this for you, then you go and do stupid shit like that," Julia said.
"Hey," Tim replied. "I had a deadline to meet. Normally, I'd have just strung you along for another few minutes until you came from the friction, but I was under strict instructions to make you cum twice in five minutes. Time was running out."
"And that's all it was, huh?"
"Of course," he said. He knew it was bullshit, and he figured Julia probably did, too.
"Right," she said. "Go sit on the couch."
Tim did as he was told and dropped down onto Julia's red loveseat in the living room. She hadn't gotten off the ground yet, but as he settled into the chair, she started crawling toward him.
"Well, you lying sack of shit, you met your deadline, so I guess I have to hold up my end of the bargain," she said. She was grinning enough for Tim to know that she wasn't totally serious, although now he was sure she knew he was lying.
After what seemed like 10 minutes but probably only took 10 seconds, Julia crawled in between Tim's legs. She didn't waste time on pretense and small talk - she immediately dropped her head to his lap and engulfed his cock with her warm mouth.
"Oh, God, Jules," Tim groaned. "I'll never get used to that feeling; those first few seconds I'm in your mouth are just amazing."
"You like that, do you?" she asked, looking up at him and smiling around his cock.
"You know I do," he replied. "How do you taste?"
"How do I-" she almost finished repeating Tim's question when she finally realized what he meant. He saw her cheeks blush slightly, which just got him harder. She said nothing for a minute; she just continued bobbing her head up and down on his cock.
"I taste pretty damn good actually," she said, pulling him from her mouth ever so briefly. "You hear about how some guys can suck their own dicks - I wonder if it'd be possible to lick my own pussy."
Tim's eyes bugged out of his head, and Julia laughed as she popped his cock back into her mouth. There were about a million replies to his last question, but Tim had fully not expected that one.
"Though, I doubt it," she said a few moments later when she took him out of her mouth and started stroking him. "I'm sure I'm not flexible enough for that."
"Well, it's all about wanting it," Tim said, placing his hands behind her head. "Flexibility, we can work on."
"Later," she replied, and started licking up and down the length of his cock. She was using one hand to massage his balls and the other was wrapped around the base of his dick.
For the next 10 minutes, Julia steadily worked his cock with her tongue and her lips, with just the slightest contribution from her teeth. She only stopped once, to take off the dress that was still bunched around her waist. Tim's eyes must have rolled back in his head a dozen times, as she kept finding ways to make something that already felt really damn good even better.
Finally, she started deep-throating Tim, which pushed him right to the edge. Just as he was about to cum, though, she gripped his cock tightly around the base, cutting off the cum from rising up from his balls.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not letting you cum just yet," she replied, grinning.
"I don't think that's how it happened," he answered. "Pat said Tia was doing enough to make him cum, he just wouldn't let himself. She wasn't purposely stopping him."
"So?" she replied back. "You said I'm better at this than Tia."
Tim just groaned as Julia removed her fingers and started sucking again. She'd waited just long enough - he wasn't getting soft, but his orgasm was delayed a few more minutes. He tightened his grip in her hair and moved her up and down on his dick, feeling himself inch closer and closer with every up-and-down movement of Julia's mouth. She really was good at this, Tim thought, and if she wanted to tease him and make it last a little longer, that was fine.
Just a few minutes later, Tim discovered Julia's ulterior motives.
She was rapidly moving her mouth up and down on his cock, occasionally taking him down her throat, and Tim tightened the grip he now had on her shoulders to let her know he was about to cum. Instead of speeding up, or even backing away and using her hands to finish him off as she sometimes did, she pulled off completely. Her hand lightly stroked his dick, just enough to keep him hard, but that was it.
"What's going on?"
"I'm still not letting you cum yet."
"Oh, God," Tim groaned. "C'mon, Julia. Once was bad enough, but you're going to kill me here."
She rocked back on her heels and sat down Indian-style on the floor, still stroking his rock-hard cock.
"Oh, I'll make you cum," she said, a strange gleam in her eye. "You just need to tell me first."
"Tell you what? That I want to cum?" Tim blurted out, exasperated. "Jesus, Julia. You know I want to cum."
"Not that," she replied, half-chuckling. "I want you to say it."
"Say what?" Tim replied. He was starting to get rather annoyed. His dick was still standing at attention, with Julia's tiny hand wrapped around it, not even covering half.
"You know what I'm talking about, Tim," she replied.
Oh, fucking Christ, he thought to himself. "You can't be serious."
"I am serious, Tim," she answered. "I want to be serious. You want to be serious. But you can't get over yourself and admit it, can you?"
"Julia, this is not the time."
"It's never the time, Tim," she answered back. "You just made me cum a few minutes ago with one of the most intense, passionate looks I've ever seen in my life, and yet, you still say it's just about the sex."
Yet another image from the past trickled to the front of Tim's brain. It was of himself, about three years ago, in an apartment much smaller than this one. Then, it was Tim himself sitting Indian-style on the floor, right next to the door, while Leira loomed over him. She'd been standing, trying to leave, and Tim was sitting down, but the similarities were too much. Just as Tim was about to respond, he remembered Leira's words, all too clearly in his mind:
"The sex with us has always been great. But that's all this is about now. Don't you want more than that?"
All at once, Tim's anger shot up to the surface, and his body followed suit, ripping his cock from Julia's grasp as he sprang to his feet. He made a B-line for his shirt and slacks, still crumpled in a pile next to the fallen picture frame by the dining table. Now it was Julia's turn to be confused.
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" she asked frantically.
"I guess it isn't even about the sex now," he replied, much too harshly. As he pulled his boxers and slacks up over his now flagging cock, he turned to look at her. The look on her face was pure panic. It tugged on him - it really did. But he was so angry with her right now, he couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry, Tim," she answered. "I didn't mean it. Please, don't go."
"You did mean it," he answered, speaking about as loudly as he could without yelling at her. She was on the verge of tears now. "You wanted something from me. You couldn't get it from me any other way. Here, I thought you were trying to do something for me... and all you wanted was something to make yourself feel better."
"I did want you to cum!" she exclaimed. "I just-"
"I got news for you, Julia," Tim replied. He didn't want to say this next part, but the words came before he could clip them. "The last person who used sex as a weapon with me? I haven't spoken to her in more than three years."
Tim patted his pants to make sure he had his keys and his phone. Without looking back at Julia, he opened the door and slammed it behind him. | Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 03 | [
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Time always seems to drag slower in proportion to how excited and anxious you are and right now as I sat amongst the shelving and old cardboard boxes time couldn’t have passed slower if it had stopped. My mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what she had meant by my “Treat”.
Maybe I was going to get to eat that juicy cunt of hers - again. I was drooling at just the thought of it. If someone had told me last week that I would be sitting where I was, waiting to service an old woman’s pussy, I would have laughed in their face. Strange how life can turn out isn’t it.
My thoughts were broken when the door swung open. I sat quietly on the old metal framed chair just staring at her because I was unsure what to say, or indeed if I should say anything at all. She smiled at me, bent down to look me straight in the eyes and placed a long fingernail underneath my chin. She pressed it so hard into my skin that it forced my head backwards then she spoke. “You may think that you are cock of the walk but if I ever see you sitting in my chair again, I will make you suffer.” Her tone was soft and calming but the sharp nail threatening to cut my skin open gave her words a whole new meaning.
I went to stand up so I could get off the chair but she quickly pushed me back down again. Placing a leg either side of my hips she told me to find another way off. The only way I could see was to slide out from underneath her, so I took that route. My heart was pounding as my face neared her tightly black covered mound; I inhaled deeply through my nose as I searched for the scent of her sex. My prick twitched to life and began to rapidly stiffen as her musk invaded my senses. I was hoping and praying she would stop me moving, which would give me the excuse to prolong the pleasure of inhaling her scent, but instead she just laughed and told me to get a move on.
Once I was free, I turned around to face her. She still had her back to me and my knees hurt on the hard concrete floor but the view of her round ass cheeks made the discomfort acceptable, in fact I think my submissive posture added to the erotic pleasure I was feeling. My silver haired boss moved to one of the shelves and produced a pair of thin bladed scissors from one of the myriad of boxes. I watched with some fear as she took her place on the chair and toyed with the blade. Slowly, she parted her strong thighs before holding the scissors out to me.
“You will use these to cut open my pants. You will not cut anything else and you will definitely NOT cut me. If you make one mistake you will leave this store because your services will no longer be required. Do you understand?”
My mouth and throat were far too dry to enable me to talk properly and all I could do was nod my head like a fool. I gingerly took the blades from her and attempted to make the first cut. I was so nervous that beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and running down my face.
The material of her Jodhpur pants was tougher than I first thought and it took a bit more persuasion for the blades to have an effect. Gradually a penny-sized hole appeared along the crotch seam, so I snipped a bit more. Pleased with myself I carried on cutting and within seconds the crotch of her panties were on full display to my gaze.
“Enough.” She barked at me.
Apart from what seemed to me the thunderous rhythmic sound of my heartbeat up until that point, the room had been totally silent and I jumped with shock at her sudden command. My prick was threatening to burst out of my pants as I quickly looked up into her eyes before turning my attention to her black lacy panties.
Yesterday because of the darkness under her skirt, I didn’t get to see much of her pussy, but today I could just about make out her pubic hair and the top of her slit. The combined smell of her heat, sweat and perfume tormented my senses until I was on the verge of lust-crazed insanity. But I knew my place and held back from devouring her.
Looking up into her eyes once more I saw a sparkle in them that I knew meant she loved her position of authority, and right at this moment I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I watched with bated breath as she slid the palms of her hands over her glorious covered breasts, across her plump belly and onto her inner thighs. She used her thumbs to pinch either side of her sweet cunt so that her labia nipped at the gusset of her panties.
Gently massaging her pussy in this way, she lifted one of her feet and pressed the sole into my crotch.
“Oh fuck.”
I gasped as I continued to watch her fingers. She pressed harder onto my prick with her shoe whilst moving her hand in such a way that she now used two fingers of one hand to do the job that her thumbs had been doing. Then with her free hand she used one of her long red fingernails to graze along the creased material covering her slit.
I suddenly became aware that I was panting like a dog at the erotic show she was putting on for me.
“Are you hungry little puppy?” she barely whispered the question. She had obviously noticed my panting as well.
“Yes… yes very hungry.” I stammered. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as I waited for her to speak.
“Good. In that case why don’t you feast on my pussy.” She grinned down at me.
I didn’t need a second invitation as I quickly leaned forward and clamped my mouth over her panties. I sucked and licked them with all the energy I could muster.
Drawing the soft cotton and her cunt lips into my greedy mouth, trying to suck her juices through the thin material. I was soon rewarded for my efforts when my taste buds sparked like an electric shock as the familiar tang of her juices seeped over my tongue. I whimpered with pleasure as I sucked and sucked more of her into my mouth.
“Oh God… you… you are hungry… aren’t you.” She panted huskily as her hips rocked up and down against my face.
I wanted her naked cunt. I desperately needed to feel her soft wet pussy lips on my tongue. I wanted to rub my face all over her sex so I would be covered in her juices. I picked up the discarded scissors and deftly snipped at the gusset of her soaking wet panties. The elastic snapped them out of view and there it was – my prize. For a few long seconds I stared at her full bush of graying tangled pubic hair.
The very unkempt nature of it excited me even more. In the past I had preferred my girls to have it neatly trimmed but this had more of an effect on me than I could have ever known.
Her fat pink labia shining with her slick juices begged to be eaten and once more I leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Her womanly aroma was even stronger now that she was uncovered.
Using my tongue I stroked it up her cleft. I repeated it again and again and each time my tongue buried itself a little deeper into her sopping pussy. Suddenly I felt tremendous pain as my boss grabbed my hair and half dragged me to the floor.
“You little bastard how dare you tease me!!” She screamed at me.
I was dazed and confused and it took a second or two before I managed to get my bearings. I had ended up on my back on the concrete floor and had just enough time to see her big hairy cunt descending towards me. Her hot wetness threatened to suffocate me as she sat on my face with all her weight. She no longer cared about my comfort as she roughly rode my face. I knew I had deserved it somehow, but for the life of me I couldn’t work it out.
Her weight forced my mouth open and her juices flowed freely like a river over my face and down my throat. I tried to drink as much as I could but it was proving impossible to drink and fight for air at the same time. The last thing I remember was her screaming and thrashing about on top of me before I blacked out.
I had no idea how long I had been unconscious for as I slowly opened my eyes. My surroundings had changed because now it looked like I was in a bedroom judging by the chintzy curtains covering the window opposite where I lay. My nose felt very sore and my jaw ached as I became more aware.
I turned my head and saw my boss standing a few feet away from me with her back to me. Apart from bra and panties she was undressed and searching through a draw in the chest against the wall. A little groan escaped my lips that caused her to spin around.
“Oh thank God you are alright.” She cried out as she rushed to my side. Sitting on the edge of the bed she stroked her fingers through my hair and gently spoke to me. “I’m so sorry sweetheart. I didn’t realise how much I was getting carried away. At first I thought I had killed you but then when I saw that you were still breathing I was so relieved.”
“Where am I?” I whispered.
“You are in my bedroom. It’s ok don’t move. You can stay here for the night so that I can keep an eye on you.” She soothed me. Moving onto the bed she carefully lifted my head and cradled me like a baby to her bosom.
Her voluptuous breasts were like big soft pillows and I couldn’t help but lick my tongue up the side of one.
“Of course… of course… hold on sweetheart.” She quickly said. Hefting one of her large tits out of the hammock like cup of her bra she pulled my head and my mouth to her big fat brown nipple. “Suckle on my breast and that will help you relax more.”
That hadn’t been my intention but parting my lips I sucked it deep into my mouth as she continued to stroke my hair. It felt strange at first to be cuddled like a baby, but I was a horny eighteen-yearld guy and my hormones were beginning to take control.
The familiar stirrings began in my crotch once again. The more I sucked on her nipple the more my cock began to waken and stretch. Because of the way I was laying on the bed my quickly expanding prick became trapped and painful so I turned round more onto my side to release the pressure. This caused my dick to spring free and slap against my boss’s leg.
She giggled and muttered something about me been a naughty young man. Still keeping my mouth pressed to her breast with one hand she rested the other on my hip. Not a word was spoken as she slid her hand down and curled her fingers around my throbbing shaft. With a slow feather light touch, she began to stroke up and down my strong member. Somewhere in the room the soft ticking of a clock could be heard but apart from that the room was silent.
It seemed like I had lain there forever as her hand continued to stroke my manhood. Now and again she would alternate from my shaft to my balls, gently caressing and squeezing them. I had been given hand jobs before many times, but this wasn’t just a hand job because she was making love to my manhood with her hand. I looked up at her and saw her smiling back down at me.
“Is that nice?” she softly asked.
Smiling around her fat nipple I nodded my response and closed my eyes. I felt like I was in a dream state in her tender caress. My prick was leaking profusely from the tip and I knew I wouldn’t be far off cumming.
She must have also known this because she began to speed up her motions. She smeared my pre-cum all over the bulging tip of my dick with her finger that sent shivers up and down my spine. I was grunting with lust now and thrust my hips out to meet her hand, any second now I was going to burst as I felt my balls beginning to tighten. Moving her hand further down my shaft and over my cum filled balls she slipped her spunk-coated finger between the cheeks of my ass and pushed it home.
Never in my life had I ever experienced anything like that and I couldn’t help but bite down hard on her nipple as my dick erupted with such force that the first three jets splattered all over her shoulder and tits.
She unrelenting worked her finger in and out of my asshole as my white-hot cream continued to boil from my balls. The spunk on the tit I was sucking at trickled down to my lips but I didn’t care as I also sucked that into my mouth as well because if had I let go of her nipple I would have screamed out so passionately and loudly that someone might have called the police.
Eventually my body ceased its convulsions and I slumped exhausted like a rag doll onto my boss. Our bodies were covered with my sticky cream but I still refused to let the nipple go and with her finger remaining imbedded deep inside me I drifted off to sleep.
To be continued…
*I would like to thank the good people who have left me comments on my previous stories. I have taken note of all comments placed on my previous posts and I will incorporate those subjects into future submissions. Because of the lag in time from posting to actually been posted on the site I had already written parts one to three before I had chance to react sooner to your requests. Your words of support have been a great help to me and I hope that you continue to read my works. As always all comments will be most welcome.* | Mature Woman Has Her Way Ch. 03 | [
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*Hello, furs! It's been a while since I updated this story, but I'm back! I hope you enjoy this installment... And, as always, if you haven't read the rest of the series, this isn't going to make ANY SENSE AT ALL TO YOU! So please, go back and read. It's not that bad, I swear. :P*
"...Hello?"
Silence greeted him. "Hey, Mic. Mic?"
Silas stepped into the living area of Micas's apartment, looking down to find himself shirtless, dressed in some loose-fitting pajama pants... They obviously belonged to his rabbit friend. He looked towards the couch to see sheets and blankets covering it, a messed up makeshift bed.
He rubbed over the pillow, and looked over his shoulder to the bedroom.
"It wasn't real..." He stared off for an unknown amount of time towards the bedroom, unsure of what he was feeling. At first, gladness.
*But it felt...* Silas then gazed at his surroundings carefully. "Hello?" The kangaroo bit his lip, brows furrowing, and padding toward the kitchen. "It felt like that because it wasn't real."
"Hm?" Upon entering the kitchen, he noticed a yellow piece of paper laying on the counter. Stepping cautiously closer to it, he leaned over and inspected the words written:
Silas. You need to know.
They're gonna get you if you're not careful. I'm not going to lie to you. You are being set up for some sick fantasies of a few rich tech-heads. Explaining it in writing is a near impossibility. I left to make things right. Sorry for not saying. 350 E Green St. Apartment F. I took my gun, but my spare is under the sink, in a hidden cabinet on the right. I keep it loaded. Extra ammunition is in the box of Choco-Rings cereal in the cabinet under the microwave. If I figured them out like I think, then it should be 10:34 AM as of the end of you reading this note. That should give you plenty of time to prepare yourself.
This is real, Silas. You need to trust me. At 12:03, there will be four wolves at the door. They will knock three times. If you do not answer, they will kick down the door and enter. They will be armed. Shoot them. Once they are dead, I need you to come to the apartment here.
The note seemed to end abruptly. Silas didn't notice. His knees shook as he looked at the clock.
10:34.
The yellow paper held tight in his paw, Silas stepped away, and leaned against the wall. "What the fuck... This isn't... This can't be real. This is just another fucked up..." And then, he stopped his breath. Looking towards the digital clock on the kitchen microwave, he saw it flip from 10:33 to 10:34.
Staring at the clock, the kangaroo seemed to be frozen in place. He didn't know how long he was watching the clock. But he couldn't quite believe what he saw. The digital readout switched from 10:33 to 10:34.
A minute later, the LED clock changed from 10:33 to 10:34. Silas felt sick to his stomach, and slowly started to stand. Watching the clock carefully, he saw it go back to 10:33. Three seconds later, it was 10:34 again. "This is..." he shook his head in complete and utter disbelief. "No..." He looked over the note again, then back up to the clock, just in time to see the time passage from 10:33 to 10:34.
Footpaws against tile floor made soft, unnoticed sounds. He knelt and opened the cabinet, peering into the darkened storage and spotting the outline of a square. Reaching for it, he found that it shook when his paw brushed against it. He pushed more firmly this time, and it swung open, Silas's paw almost immediately touching and gripping around the gun, pulling it out. Standing up, he stared down at the weapon, wondering how it fit so neatly into his paw... He looked up from the gun to the clock.
10:49. Fifteen minutes later. Silas gulped, and backed away from the clock, turning towards the cabinet above the microwave and reaching up to open it, pulling out the box of cereal and opening it, dumping it out. Six magazines for the nine millimeter pistol the kangaroo held in his paw.
10:50. Silas filled his pockets with all the magazines he could, and took a step back, breathing deeply. "Okay, Silas... Straighten shit out..." He stared around the room, and saw that the TV was on. He walked toward it, and saw the screen portraying a scientist, shaking a bottle of pills around and yelling.
"It's the cure! It's the cure! Take two and call me in the morning! It's the cure! It's the cure! Take two and call me in the morning!"
10:51. Silas shook his head, and backed away, heading for the bedroom again. He'd at least get some decent clothes on.
10:52. The kangaroo opened the closet, and started to rummage through Micas's shirts, eyes peeled for something he liked.
10:53. He found it. A navy button-down dress shirt that was his size, and a white tee to wear under it, as well as a pair of black pants. They looked like they'd be a little baggy, but they'd do for his situation.
10:57. The shirts fit great, but the pants were a little loose around the waist. He went back to the closet to retrieve a belt. Bad Porn.
10:58. Silas's ears pinned back to his head. Stacks of VHS tapes. All titled "Bad Porn." He knelt down, and grabbed the one on top, looking it over carefully. The sticker label was in red permanent marker.
10:59. In pencil, very faintly, was written:
11:00. Silas Craig + Micas Warner.
Silas felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. All the energy left his body, and he couldn't breathe. Reading the names over and over again, silently, screaming them in his head. "Micas..." He rubbed a finger over the name, and looked on the far end of the bedroom. There was a TV, and a VCR. Cautiously, and with shaky paws, he raised himself upright, and walked towards them both. With dry mouth and brief hesitation, he slipped the tape into the VCR, and turned on the TV.
"Micas... Oh, god..." Silas writhed on the bed, gripping at the sheets and arching his back upwards as he felt that agile lapine tongue lap across his tight, clenching pucker again and again. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before, the warm, wet muscle wriggling across that untouched spot beneath his tail. "M-Micas... I want you to... I want you to..."
"Fuck. Me." Silas sat there, wide-eyed and sweating, his thumb on the stop button. The TV was blank, yet he stared anyway. "What the hell?"
11:12. Silas Craig + Jillian Craig.
"Oh, Jillian..." Sweat matted down the lovers' fur. Silas squeezed at his wife's breasts, his proud member disappearing and reappearing into and from her wonderful folds, the moistened, dripping lips caressing over his kangaroo cock, making it throb throughout his entire body a radiation of the most carnal of pleasures. As they mated together, Silas's paws slid down his wife's arms, rubbing her body over before they joined their paws in a passionate embrace, his mouth locking with hers as they kissed feverishly.
11:20. Jillian Craig + Ashley Redmond.
"AGH!" Silas cried out in pain as he was forced open by the huge, throbbing tigercock, his vaginal walls burning with pain, but his belly aflame with lust as he squeezed down on Ashley's large endowment, feeling her stiffness work its way in and out of his spasming pussy.
11:26. Silas slammed the stop button, and shivered, wrapping his arms around himself. Tears flowed down either cheek, a confusion welling up in his gut and making him nauseous.
11:27. He made it halfway to the bathroom before he collapsed, his vision going white momentarily, a deep pain jarring him inside. "What is... wrong with me?!" He growled to no one.
11:35. Silas wretched, his arms hugging the porcelain bowl tight, as if it were his only comfort.
11:40. The tile felt cool on his back through the borrowed clothing. He still needed that belt. Tears stained his face.
11:41. Silas fastened the needle on the belt through the proper hole, and let his shirts drop down over it once again. He looked down at himself, and sniffed his nose, biting on his lip, whimpering through his teeth.
11:42. "What is this... What is it?!"
11:43. "I can't... this isn't right. This doesn't make any sense!"
11:44. "I want out! I want out of this fucked up nightmare!" He howled, staring at the ceiling.
11:45. "DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
11:46. "Kill me... Whatever the fuck you have to do to wake me up!"
11:47. "Just *KILL ME!"
11:48. But that would be amoral.
11:49. Illegal.
11:50. We can't do that just yet.
11:51. We need approval.
11:52. "Who... who's there?"
11:53. "Who was that? Where are you?!"
11:54. Try to stay calm.
11:55. "Fuck *that!* Now I'm hearing voices?!"
11:56. You need to focus, Silas.
"Nngh... Oh, f...fuck..." The kangaroo fell backwards, his knees giving out. 11:57.
11:58. "G...god... Let me go!" He was caught by four paws. All of which started to rub and caress him over. "D-don't... Stop that!"
11:59. "Oh... shit... Uh-uuhhnn..." The fingers and palms pawed and gripped at his body lustfully, finding his nipples and pinching them, while two others dove down his pants... One started to stroke and firmly grasp his sheath, playing with his sac and the orbs within. The other slid along the crevice of his rump, toying along until it came to his entrance, pressing at it gently and repeatedly.
"St... Stop..." But it was futile. Four more paws materialized and attacked him, grabbing his arms and holding them still, then doing the same with his legs... The force behind the paws were strong, and he found himself completely unable to break free, his body squirming left and right.
He gulped down hard, feeling himself get aroused, his kangaroo maleness already rock hard under the sudden... Almost perfect attentions of the hands rubbing, scratching, stroking...
"U-uhh," he groaned quietly, as one paw slowly gripped and stroked along the pink flesh, another paw materializing and undoing the kangaroo's pants, sliding them down little by little to his ankles, then returning to Silas's crotch, gripping at his balls and giving them a gentle tug and squeeze, complementing the efforts of the phantom hand palming the kangaroo's shaft.
Above those paws were others. Silas was lifted higher in the air, four feet off the ground now as he was held captive by the disembodied hands. He choked on a moan, tugging and trying to break free, but unable to do so, the paws on his nipples giving them another pinch and flicking a single finger over them, again and again, shockwaves and tinges of pleasure mixing with the ones wrought elsewhere.
Silas still felt that single finger pressing against his ass, and he resisted, but the pressure kept getting harder and harder... He opened his mouth to shout, but another paw shot forward and filled it with two fingers, muffling the sound with its fist. The fingers began to rub in and out against his tongue and roof of his mouth. The finger on his ass pressed in again, and broke the surface, spreading open his walls as it pushed its long, dextrous fingers in.
"Mmnnn!" Silas called out, now breathing more heavily than before, his fur matted down once again. He felt that fiery, building pressure in his loins, and struggled less and less. Fingers pawed, pinched, stroked, tugged, pushed, pulled, squeezed, caressed, touched, and Silas couldn't take it anymore. He felt his orgasm hit, and he shot all over himself, groaning into the fingers in his mouth, which stopped their movements within, along with all the other paws, except for the one milking his cock.
12:00. "Mm... Mmnh... No... Let *GO!" Silas tried to sit up, and gasped for air, his brow covered in sweat. The paws disappeared, and he dropped, hitting his head against the corner post of the bed.
12:01. He looked at the bedroom clock just in time to see it change. He glanced over himself, going to pull his pants back up, only to find out that they already had been. Pant, huff, pant. Silas fought to control his breathing.
12:02. His mouth was dry again, as he stared. Reaching back, he grabbed for Micas's gun, making sure he had a good grip, finger on the trigger.
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Julie was one of the most popular girls in her high school. She was a cheerleader for four years and was elected captain in her senior year. She was on the Honor Roll, on the prom committee, school newspaper and vice president of her senior class. She dated Dan, the quarterback of the football team, and was elected Homecoming Queen. Not only was Julie popular but she was also beautiful, standing at 5'8", slender frame, 34b breasts with long blonde hair and blue eyes.
She was the envy of a lot of her female classmates and knew many of the boys desired her. Julie would flaunt her beauty at times, especially when she was in her cheerleader uniform. On the Fridays before games, all of the cheerleaders would wear their uniforms to school and she knew many of the young boys would follow her with their eyes as she walked down the hallways of school.
However, things changed once Julie went to a large mid-west university. Once the most popular girl in school, Julie was now just a one of 30,000 other students and no longer the brightest and prettiest girl around. She got lost in the crowd. She just assumed that she would be an automatic addition to the cheerleading squad but was devastated when she was one of the first girls cut. Used to getting straight A's, Julie was being challenged by college courses and was now getting B's and C's which further traumatized her. Her college roommate, Jen, liked to party on the weekends and often invited her to parties or offered to help her get her a fake ID to get into some of the bars close to campus but Julie was determined to study hard to improve her grades but no matter how many hours she spent at the library, she was still an average student.
She became slightly depressed and her self-esteem plummeted, especially after having to deal with the gain of almost forty pounds, the legendary "Freshman 40." After never having to worry about having a date on the weekend, Julie had only been on two dates since the beginning of her freshman year and none in the last month. She often thought of her high school boyfriend who broke up with her at the end of the summer their senior year. She missed him and wished things could go back to her glory days in high school but that wasn't possible.
Things continued like this into the spring semester and Julie's confidence remained low, still struggling with her grades, social life and battling her weight gain. She didn't have sex with the few guys she did date, but gave them hand jobs, more out of boredom than really liking them. She didn't believe in having sex unless she deeply cared about her partner. The dates she had weren't the most attractive guys on campus but they, at least, showed an interest in her. When she had completed her first year, she wasn't even sure she wanted to go back to the large university in the fall. She thought about transferring to a small local college. Her parents and friends convinced her to give it one more try in the fall, after all, she was attending the university she dreamed about since junior high.
She even tried to rekindle the romance she had with Dan throughout most of high school but he had moved on to other girls and showed no interest in Julie anymore. Julie was determined to turn things around before going back to school. She began to work out regularly and lost some of the weight she had gained. She still thought her butt was too big and her thighs were a little thicker than she wanted but she felt much better about herself. She went on a few dates with some of her former classmates that were also home for the summer and she was gaining a little more confidence but she still never had sex with anyone other than Dan. As the summer was coming to an end, she felt a little anxiety about returning to school. What would happen if her grades didn't improve or if she had no social life again?
When she moved back into the dorms for the fall semester, she was determined to have a better year than last year. On the evening that she first moved back, Jen told her about a frat party she was going to and invited her along. Julie heard horrible stories about the drugs, alcohol and sex at these parties and it didn't appeal to her and was reluctant to go.
Jen had tried all of last year to get her to loosen up and said something that resonated with Julie. "Come on, Jules, you're in college. You can't be a boring good girl your whole life. You need to learn to live a little. Have some fun for once in your life. Besides, you can always leave if you don't like the party."
Jen was right, she thought. Julie had decided to have a more active social life and if she didn't like the party she would leave. It was time for her to break out of her shell.
Julie changed into a pair of jeans and sweatshirt and Jen shook her head showing her displeasure. "Jules, if you're going to attract guys, you are going to have to show off some of your assets. Let me pick out something for you."
Jen went through some of her roommates clothing telling her, "We're going to have to go shopping."
She then picked out a pair of black leggings and a quarter zip, long sleeve top, along with a thong and matching bra. Julie expressed some concerns with the leggings because she didn't like the size of her butt. Jen told her that guys like butts like hers and to "trust her." She also made sure Julie had the zipper pulled down all the way to show off some cleavage.
When they got to the off campus frat house, the party was in full swing. They were greeted by the smell of people smoking weed and a young guy getting sick in the side yard. Julie was getting nervous even before going in. They were each handed a plastic cup of freshly poured beer as soon as they walked in the door. There was music blaring and people milling about in what looked like a large older home that was converted to a frat house. People were dancing in one of the large rooms and guys were eyeing each girl that entered the party.
Julie was scared. She had never been to such a wild party before. She only drank wine on special occasions at family gatherings with her parents' permission seeing she wouldn't be twentyne for another year and a half. Jen could tell her friend was a little nervous so after they drank their first beer she suggested they dance a little to get Julie to relax.
While out on the dance floor, a good looking member of the fraternity made his way over to dance with the two young ladies and he seemed to take a liking to Julie. Jen noticed this right away and conveniently disappeared before the song ended leaving her roommate with the frat guy, forcing her to talk to him. He introduced himself as Jeff, who was the informal leader of the sophomores in the frat. He and Julie went off to get refills on their beer and talk. Her new found friend invited her onto the dance floor again. Julie was feeling the effects of the alcohol and was enjoying the attention of the handsome frat guy. They danced for several songs, breaking only to get more beer.
When the DJ played a slow song, they watched as couples paired off to slowly sway to the music. Julie silently hoped Jeff want her to dance with him. He took her by the hand and she followed him into the middle of the dance floor, then placed her arms around his broad shoulders as he pulled her in close to him with his hands on her waist. Jeff looked deep in to Julie's eyes and told her how beautiful she was and how he'd never met anyone like her before.
She didn't realize that Jeff used this line at every frat party, sometimes on several different girls in one night. Julie was entranced by her cute friend and was vulnerable to his charms given her lack of self-confidence. He could sense that his dance partner was falling for him and leaned in to kiss her and she instinctively responded, returning the kiss. Their lips remained pressed against each other until Jeff began to lightly kiss and nibble on her neck, a move that sent a wave of excitement through her body.
Sensing her excitement, Jeff's hands found their way down onto Julies round ass, pulling her closer to him as they danced. She brought them back up to her waist in mild protest of his wandering hands but moments later his hands were back on her butt. She didn't object this time as their mid-sections started to grind against each other. Julie could feel his growing excitement and found herself getting sexually aroused also.
The DJ went from one slow song right into another and Julie and Jeff never broke their embrace. His hands began to wander even more now as he brought one hand up to fondle a breast. Feeling the effects of the alcohol she wasn't used to consuming and the attentions of a cute, young frat boy, Julie didn't object to his hands now roaming freely over her body. She was a little concerned what others might think but as she looked around the room, other couples were in various stages of similar gyrations.
As the song ended, Jeff leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Would you like to go to my room?"
Julie's heart beat faster. She was sexually excited but she morally objected to sleeping with someone she had just met and it wasn't even a date. She wasn't that kind of girl. She had only one previous sexual partner and it was someone she loved. Although her and Dan made love hundreds of times over the years, they were in a serious relationship. She was now tempted to do something she felt was wrong.
Jeff was trying to convince his dance partner to join him upstairs, hoping for another conquest that he could tell the guys about later. Julie spotted Jen and excused herself to go talk to her. She needed some advice.
When Julie told Jen her dilemma, Jen told her, "What's the decision girl? You have a hot guy wanting to have sex with you. What are you saving it for? Go for it."
Julie was still hesitant, "Gee, I don't know."
Just then Jen spotted another girl going over to talk to Jeff. "Well Jules, you better make up your mind quickly because you've got competition." She nodded towards Jeff and the other girl.
Armed with Jen's prodding and the fact that she now had competition for Jeff's attention, Julie returned to Jeff over at the beer keg. She pushed herself between Jeff and the other girl and asked him to get her another beer. He handed her another cup. Inside he was proud of her bold move to ice out the competition.
She then gathered up all her courage and told him, "We can go up to your room if you want."
Jeff got a big smile on his face, took Julie's hand and led her through the crowd and up to his room through a maze of couples making out all over the house. She was nervous. What if he didn't like her naked body? She thought her 34b breasts were too small and she thought her butt was too big. It was too late to turn back now.
Once they got upstairs, Jeff led her to a small room down the hall with two beds. He apologized for the messy room, blaming it on his roommate but Julie didn't mind. She was too nervous to be bothered by it anyway. She only had one previous lover and she was about to double that number tonight.
After he closed the door, Jeff took Julie into his arms, looking directly into her eyes, placing one hand gently behind her neck, drawing her close for a soft kiss that became more passionate as the precious moments passed. Julie hadn't had sex in over a year and her hormones were flowing now that she had a cute guy paying attention to her. Jeff was a typically horny teenage boy driven by his out of control testosterone and the peer pressure of being in a frat where his fellow members routinely bragged about their conquests the night before.
Julie could feel Jeff's hard on pressing against her as they made out. He led her over to the bed where they laid down to continue their make out session as their bodies pressed against each other. He wasted no time sliding his hands up her shirt to feel her breasts through her bra, then pulling the shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Jeff quickly began to kiss her exposed cleavage driving Julie to become even hotter. Her hands were fondling his ass and stroking his erect member through his shorts. Both were breathing heavy now, consumed by their young passion.
Jeff quickly stripped off his clothing, then helped Julie with hers, at first, fumbling with the clasp of her bra until she reached behind to help him. Her breasts now exposed. He wasted no time fondling and sucking on her tits while reaching between her legs to rub her pussy through her leggings. He broke their embrace to slide them over her hips and down her legs, leaving her in only her thong. Julie lifted her butt off the bed to allow Jeff to pull it off.
Now naked and feeling vulnerable, Julie hoped Jeff liked what he saw. She was relieved to hear him tell her, "You look gorgeous. I fell for you the moment I laid my eyes upon you."
Julie was relieved that he liked her naked body and was falling for Jeff too. They began kissing again as they mutually played with each other's genitals. He was about the same size as her only previous lover, Dan, but was thicker. Jeff stopped kissing and fingering her, then went down between her legs to begin eating her pussy. It had been so long since she had sex and was so horny that night, that it didn't take long for her to cum which made her pussy even hotter than before.
Jeff now brought his dick up to Julie's face in expectation of her returning the favor and she didn't disappoint him. Even though she had only one previous lover, she and Dan had a lot of experience with each other and she showed that experience as she sucked Jeff's dick with him raving about her cocksucking ability which gave her more confidence.
She bobbed up and down on the shaft before her but was still not able to take it all down her throat. Jeff would hold her head at times and pump himself into her mouth, forcing her to take his dick deeper, making her gag at times. He would then back off a bit and then push deeper into her throat again until she gagged. Julie enjoyed cocksucking because she knew how much guys liked it and she wanted to please her new lover.
When Jeff withdrew from her mouth, Julie knew what he wanted next and laid down on his bed, opening her legs in a silent offering of herself to him. He stared at her naked body for a few moments which made Julie nervous. Her lack of confidence was showing up again at the worst time.
She thought, "What if he doesn't like what he sees? What if I'm not good enough for him?"
Her fears were quickly put to rest when he told her, "Damn you're gorgeous. I was undressing you with my eyes all night. Your body is even more beautiful than I imagined."
Julie's heart was now filled with desire. She wanted to give Jeff the best sex he's ever had. He thought she was beautiful, something she hadn't heard in a while. Jeff climbed between her legs and teased her with his erection, rubbing up and down her wet opening.
"What do you want me to do Julie?"
"You know what I want and you want it too?"
"I want to hear you say it," he told her as he continued to tease her.
"I want you to put your dick in me and fuck me Jeff. I want it bad."
He then slide himself into her as she softly moaned after not having been penetrated in over a year. She enjoyed a healthy sex life with Dan and missed having sex on a regular basis. But her drought was now over as Jeff was now humping on her. She wrapped her legs around his back and pushed her hips upwards in order to meet his thrusts. At one point, he put her legs on his shoulders so he could drive into her harder, deeper and faster. Her pussy was on fire.
Jeff then had her get on all fours and played with her ample ass while taking her from behind. Her breasts flopped back and forth as he slammed into her, their skin slapping together. Julie was begging him to fuck her good and hard and while she had another orgasm. Shortly thereafter, Jeff filled her pussy with his sperm. Both of them were breathing hard trying to catch their breaths.
Julie told Jeff, "Oh that felt so good. I haven't had sex in a long time."
"Yeah babe, you were great. I could tell you were really into it and it made it better for me too."
Julie was happy she was able to please her lover. Jeff went to grab a couple of more drinks. She didn't know that while he was gone, he was also bragging about getting laid to some of his buddies. When he came back they started making out again which led to another wild love making session. He tried to talk Julie into having anal sex but she wasn't ready to try that. She had heard that it hurt a lot. After they both orgasmed during their second round of sex, they fell asleep together in Jeff's bed.
When she woke up the next morning, Julie had a little bit of a hangover. Her head was pounding but she had fond memories of getting laid twice the night before. She also noticed Jeff's roommate sleeping in the bed across the room. She was really embarrassed and wondered when he came to bed. She tried to quietly get up, while still naked, to find her clothing that was scattered about the room.
Jeff's roommate woke up while she was still naked and said, "Looks like you and Jeff had a good time last night."
Julie was horrified. She turned around to see Jeff's roommate staring at her naked body. She began to blush and tried to cover herself while at the same time picking up her clothes.
"I'm Dave by the way."
"Hi I'm Julie."
Dave watched as Julie got dressed and she quickly exited the room. She had to walk past several fraternity members on her way out of the house as each of them checked her out to see how lucky one of their members got last night. Her clothes were wrinkled, her hair and makeup were a mess and she was hungover. It was her first experience with the walk of shame. When she got back to her room, she accidentally woke Jen up who wasn't bothered at all but wanted to know every juicy detail of the night before.
Jen asked her, "Do you want to see him again or was this just a one night thing?
Julie replied, "We exchanged numbers so I hope to hear from him again. He is so cute and he seemed to like me."
The roommates got cleaned up and went out to get breakfast and told tales of what happened at the party. Jen thought she was going to hook up with a guy but it didn't work out and was a little envious of Julie having such a good time after having to be convinced to go to the party in the first place. She was also happy that Julie found someone that was interested in her. She was tired of hearing her roommate feel sorry for herself after living with her during their freshman year.
Julie then got a text from Jeff. "Hey, what happened to you? I woke up and you were gone."
She responded, "I was a little hungover and wanted to get back to my room."
Jeff replied, "I had fun last night. Do you want to hang out again tonight?"
"I had fun too. I'd love to hang out again."
"I'll come get you at your dorm around 6 and maybe we can go out for Chinese then hang out at the house. There's always something going on here."
"Sounds good Jeff. I'll see you then."
Julie was thrilled Jeff wanted to see her again. Deep inside she was worried Jeff just used her for one night and she'd never hear from him again. She was even more excited about seeing him again that night.
She used the rest of the day to catch up on her sleep and recover from her hangover. That evening she needed Jen's help picking out something to wear. She must have gone through at least ten outfits before Jen stepped in and made the decision for her. She picked out a deep V-neck t-shirt that showed off a little cleavage and was transparent enough that her lace bra could be seen through the cotton material. A short jean skirt completed the outfit. It was simple but showed off her assets. She spent a couple of hours getting her hair and makeup just right too.
Julie met Jeff at the door of the dorm and tried to hide her excitement of seeing him again. She gave him a brief hug and peck on the cheek to greet him. He looked even better in the sunlight and he told her again how gorgeous she looked. It was a little awkward for Julie to see Jeff again, after all, she didn't know him that well but they already had sex twice. It was a new feeling for her. Jeff had been through this routine many times before having had quite a few girls during his freshman year at the frat house. His confidence was apparent in the way he carried himself and was one of the things that made him attractive to Julie.
Over a Chinese dinner, they had a chance to get to know each other better seeing they weren't in a crowded party with music blaring that made having a conversation that much more difficult. The more they talked, the more Julie became attracted to the cute frat boy. He complimented her on her beautiful eyes and her beauty in general and how she wasn't like the other girls he had met. She was more down to earth and intelligent. Julie didn't realize he said this to a lot of the girls he went out with and she was eating it all up.
After dinner, they went back to the frat house where there were a few couples hanging out along with some of the single guys. Some were playing video games or using the pool table. There was beer in a keg leftover from the night before and they helped themselves while Jeff introduced her to the others. Then Jeff introduced her to his roommate Dave and Julie blushed.
Dave blurted out, "Oh, hi Julie. I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."
He thought the line was funny but Julie was turning even redder. Dave explained how he saw Julie leaving that morning. Frat guys were used to seeing their brother's conquests in various states of exposure so Jeff wasn't mad at all. It was part of being in a frat.
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and let them look and even bent over a little more. She silently liked the attention she was getting from the other guys knowing they probably wished they were with her instead of Jeff.
One nerdy guy, Paul, seemed to take a liking to Julie as she caught him staring at her a few times but he seemed too shy to look her in the eye after being caught checking her out. He was embarrassed by the thought of her knowing he was looking. Julie found it cute and went out of her way to tease him more than the other guys with peeks up her skirt or down her blouse. She made sure to brush up against him a couple of times too. All the attention made her feel more attractive and even a little sexy. She hadn't felt like that since her high school days.
After socializing for a couple of hours, Jeff asked Julie if she wanted to go upstairs and she readily agreed. They had sex twice again that night and, they fell asleep in Jeff's bed afterwards. The next morning, Dave, once again, caught Julie getting out of bed completely nude. Julie knew he was pretending to be sleeping this time and deliberately took her time gathering her clothes, giving Jeff's roommate a good show of her nudity. She wondered if he would masturbate later while thinking about her. The thought of him doing that turned her on a little.
Over the next couple of weeks, Julie got together with Jeff quite often, sometimes between classes and several times a week. The guys at the frat house got used to her being around and she got used to the frat house crass humor. She felt accepted by a group of recognized people around campus, similar to what she felt in high school.
The guys at the frat house thought it was funny to "accidently" walk in on their frat brothers while they were having sex with a girl. The first time it happened to Julie and Jeff, she was mortified. A few guys, including Dave and Paul walked in on them while Julie had her legs spread wide with Jeff humping on her. It didn't seem to bother Jeff as he kept fucking her and Julie couldn't do anything seeing she was underneath her lover. The boys watched for a little while before Jeff finally kicked them out. Jeff explained that their rooms didn't have locks on them for safety reasons in case someone drank too much and one member overdosed one time.
They were making comments in jest and offering fake apologies when the couple went back downstairs. Julie told them, "I hope you enjoyed the show, especially when you are jerking off by yourself later tonight."
That brought a huge laugh out of the people in the house. It also showed that Julie could dish out a sarcastic remark and put people in their place. That made her even more accepted by the frat members.
During those next few weeks, the guys walked in on them a couple of times and Julie got less annoyed and even liked it a little bit, although she never told Jeff. She liked how guys looked at her after they got done being seen fucking. One time, she was sucking Jeff's dick when they came in and she didn't stop until he came in her mouth. They never left seeing she didn't stop sucking or object. She got turned on seeing the lumps in their pants afterwards, knowing they wished she was sucking their dicks. One time, Jeff got horny early in the morning and fucked Julie while Dave was "sleeping" in the next bed. She was pretty sure he was awake the whole time but no one ever admitted it.
The more comfortable she became around the house the more the guys seemed to brush up against her ass or give her butt a little squeeze sometimes. She would playfully push their hands away but never got upset with them, which they took as a sign that it was okay as long as it didn't go too far. For Jeff, it was frat boys being frat boys. He wasn't in a serious relationship with her anyway.
Guys also got to see Julie in various states of dress and undress. When she spent the night with Jeff, she would sometimes have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, putting on one of his t-shirts that barely covered her ass and tits or sometimes she didn't feel like wearing a bra and knew guys were looking at her nipples poking out through her shirt or looking down it but it didn't bother her anymore.
Jeff also got Julie to smoke a joint with him one night. The sex afterwards was even better when they were high and it became part of their routine. One time after getting high and drinking a few beers with the others in the house, Jeff told Julie that Paul had a little crush on her. She told him it was pretty obvious. He then informed her that they found out that Paul was still a virgin and the guys felt bad for him. The only reason he was in the frat was because his older brother was a past president and they agreed to take him under their wings and try to help him not be so nerdy. He had just transferred this semester or they would have helped him out last year.
Jeff then said to Julie, "He has to get laid at some point and it's my duty as the sophomore lead is to try and help him out."
Julie sort of knew where this might be leading but wasn't sure. "How do you plan to do that?"
"Please don't get mad at me. And I'm only asking this as a possibility but would you consider, you know, uh, helping him out?"
"Are you asking me to sleep with Paul?"
"Um, uh, you know. Only if you want to. Please don't get mad. It was just a thought seeing he likes you so much."
Julie thought about it for a moment. The thought kind of intrigued her. "You won't be jealous if I do this?"
"I might be a little but I really want to help the kid. Look at him. He's never going to get laid on his own. He's too shy and nerdy. Besides, you never forget the person that takes your virginity. He'll remember you for the rest of his life."
Julie wasn't attracted to Paul in the least but she did feel sorry for him and the thought of giving him a lifetime memory appealed to her. She was also feeling the effects of the weed and beer.
"Okay. I'll do it just this once for you and for Paul."
Jeff got a big smile on his face and thanked his girlfriend over and over again. Jeff didn't think he would have a long term relationship with her so it wasn't a big deal to ask her to have sex with another member. This would help his status in the frat too. He pulled Paul aside and told him he was to go to his room with Julie. He looked perplexed at first then realized what was going on and got a terrified look on his face. Jeff tried to calm him down and then Paul nodded in approval. Jeff then looked at Julie and signaled to her that it was time to put his plan into action. Everyone in the room knew what was going on and they were watching like it was a movie playing out in front of them.
Julie walked slowly up to Paul, taking him by the hand and led him up to his room. Poor Paul looked so nervous, almost like he was on death row going to the electric chair but he was in good hands with Julie. When they got to Paul's room, Julie made sure to wedge a chair against the door so no one interrupted them. This was no time for practical jokes.
She was determined to take her time and give Paul a complete lesson on how to make love to a woman and she started out by sitting them both down on his bed and having a conversation with him to ease his nerves. When he was sufficiently calm, Julie gave him instructions on how to kiss a girl. At first, he was pressing too hard and she taught him how to softly kiss a girl and then how to use his tongue.
Paul's lesson went on to show him how to softly caress a woman from running his hands down her sides to fondling her ass. Things started to heat up when Julie allowed him to touch her breasts through her clothing, something he had never done with a female before.
It was now time to undress. Julie made him get naked first. He was a little embarrassed by his erection but Julie assured him it was natural. She then told him to remove her clothing. Paul was visibly nervous, his hands shaking a bit as he took Julie's shirt and pulled it off over her head to reveal her bra. She was flattered that this star stuck young man just stared at her until she told him to continue with her skirt. She had him unzip it in the back and pull it over her hips and down her legs until she was only in her bra and thong. Julie slowly turned for her admirer so he could gaze at her half naked body before continuing.
Her bra was the most difficult item of clothing to remove and Paul's nervousness didn't help him with the clasp in back but he was finally able to free her breasts. Julie told him it was okay to touch them and showed him how women liked to have their nipples teased. Paul was in heaven, fondling the breasts of a girl he desired but never thought he'd get a chance to be with. His lesson continued by letting him suck and play with her breasts. Julie thought about all the young boys she teased in high school and how they probably wished they could have done this with her.
Julie tried to give him some confidence by telling him how hot he was making her but the whole situation really did get Julie turned on. She took his hand and placed it between her legs so he could touch her pussy through her thong, then let him pull it down her legs to strip her naked. They kissed some more with Julie teaching him how to play with a woman's pussy while making out and sucking on her tits. He was getting a full lesson on how to treat a woman.
Paul stood, almost frozen, as Julie kissed her way down his body, ending up on her knees in front of her petrified, virgin lover. She licked his balls, then made her way up the shaft of his erect manhood. She licked the head, then began to bob on his dick, taking him deep into her throat using her lips and tongue to give him his very first blow job. He was so worked up from being with a beautiful, naked woman for the first time that he came within minutes, shooting a huge load of cum down Julie's throat. Paul came without warning and his load was so huge that Julie gagged a little trying to swallow his all of his sperm.
She sucked Paul dry and he was afraid she was going to be mad that he came in her mouth but Julie licked her lips and told him it was time for his next lesson. She laid back on the bed with her legs spread, making the "come here" motion with her index finger.
He cautiously approached the bed and Julie told him, "Now it's time for you to return the favor."
Paul nervously crawled between Julie's spread legs as she instructed him on how she liked her pussy licked. Paul wasn't sure he liked the taste of her juices but there is no way he was going to ruin things now. Julie had him stick his tongue in as deep as he could for a few minutes then told him to start teasing her clit while he finger fucked her. She came after Paul began to suck and lick her clit, holding his head still while she moved her pussy around his lips. Paul was a proud young man. He gave a pretty girl an orgasm and it also excited him. Julie noticed that Paul was erect again and smiled knowing she was about to make his dream come true.
"I see you liked licking my pussy."
He was still a little embarrassed and shaking nervously in anticipation of what was about to happen next. Julie sucked him a little in order to lubricate his dick, not that she needed it seeing she was extremely turned on herself by the whole situation. She then laid back and told Paul it was time to fuck her. He climbed between her legs with Julie taking his dick and guiding it to the entrance of her pussy. She then told him to enter her and he pushed himself forward. Paul was no longer a virgin.
He awkwardly humped in and out of Julie, completely enjoying his first piece of ass. Julie told her virgin lover he could kiss her and play with her tits while they screwed. Julie taught him a variety of positions. After the missionary position, she bent over so he could take her from behind, then climbed on top of him. He was able to hold off on cumming for a while seeing he had cum in her mouth earlier and they both enjoyed a long session of unbridled fucking.
Julie told him that when he was about to cum to let her know and they would move into his favorite position. He chose to fuck her doggie style, holding onto her ample ass cheeks while driving himself into her. He came deep into her pussy while fondling her butt. Paul pulled out of Julie and she laid back on the bed to see him with a wide grin on his face. He kept thanking her, telling her how beautiful she was and how he would remember this night for the rest of his life. She was proud that she was able to help a nerdy young boy become a man that night.
Julie gave Paul her thong underwear as a memento of the night he lost his virginity to a young woman he had secretly desired. It was a dream come true. They had been in his room for more than two hours and when they came downstairs to join the rest of the crowd, they openly cheered his achievement while patting him on the back and offering shots of tequila to celebrate.
Jeff and a few of the officers in the frat thanked Julie for, "taking one for the team." She enjoyed the recognition they gave her for what she had done. She was also relieved that Jeff wasn't jealous but it was his idea so he shouldn't have had a problem. She was still turned on by the thought of taking Paul's virginity and everyone knowing what they did. Julie gave Jeff a blow by blow description of why it took so long and afterwards, he took her upstairs to fuck her too. She had fucked two guys that night and felt a little naughty but she also enjoyed it; a lot.
Over the next few weeks, Julie had become a regular at the frat house and was widely accepted by the members. She finally found a group of friends that she had been searching for since her freshman year. She also noticed that some of the other girls didn't seem to have one boyfriend in the frat but seemed to date a few of the guys. She understood because she didn't love Jeff like she did Dan. He was cute and all that but it wasn't the same. She also suspected he probably slept with other girls when the opportunity struck but she was having fun so it didn't matter.
At the next party, she also noticed that some girls also let multiple guys fuck them in a special party room.
When she asked about the party room, Jeff told her that some girls liked sex so much that they let a few guys fuck them in there. Some of them were regulars but others just did it once and never again. He told her the girls had the option of choosing which guys would join them or others didn't care. He refused to answer if he had ever been in there with a girl but his silence answered her question.
Jeff then asked her, "Is it something you'd like try?"
Julie looked shocked and replied, "No. I was just curious that's all."
But deep down Julie was more than curious. She knew that several of the frat members really desired her which turned her on. Paul, in particular, paid more attention to her and was more sociable with her and even other girls now.
A lot of the guys had already seen her in various states of dress and undress, especially when they played their game of "accidently" walking in on her and Jeff or when Dave would be pretending to sleep while watching her and Jeff fuck in the bed next to his. It turned her on knowing he was watching but never said anything to Jeff.
One time when Julie was sleeping over in Jeff's room, they were making out on his bed after getting high and having a couple of drinks when he mentioned that Dave's girlfriend broke up with him and he hadn't had sex in a few weeks. He kept telling her how horny his roommate was and admitted he saw them fucking a few times which made matters worse.
Julie thought he might be hinting around at helping out Dave so she asked, "Would you like me to have sex with him to make him feel better?"
Jeff smiled and replied, "I didn't know how to ask you to do this again but would you mind?"
"No Jeff, I don't mind helping out a friend of yours."
"Can I get him right now?"
She replied, "Uh, sure. I guess so."
Jeff sent Dave a text and within seconds Dave joined them in the room. He was smiling broadly and thanking his roommate. The thought of having sex with two guys in one night got Julie hot the last time but the thought of having two guys at one time turned her on even more. She had been the "good girl" all through high school and was beginning to enjoy exploring her naughty side while away at college.
While Dave was climbing the stairs to his room, he was hoping this wasn't a prank. He had seen Julie naked and having sex with his roommate which made her the object of his masturbatory fantasies for a few weeks now. By the time Dave got to the room, Julie was already down to her bra and panties so he knew this was for real. He thanked Jeff and Julie for doing this.
Jeff told him, "We both wanted to help out a good friend."
It didn't take long for Jeff and Dave to strip out of their clothing and begin focusing their attention towards Julie who stood up between her two lovers to allow them to remove her bra and panties. Julie was both nervous and excited by this new adventure. Both boys began to run their hands over her naked body while simultaneously sucking on her breasts. Her pussy instantaneously got wet. They were kissing and sucking on her neck and fingers began to probe inside of her, finger fucking her.
The boys led her over to the bed and Jeff began to eat her pussy while Julie began to suck on Dave's cock. She couldn't believe how hot she was by doing something this naughty. The boys switched positions and Dave got his first taste of his roommate's girlfriend. She came while Dave was eating her out. He then climbed between her legs and quickly lined himself up and drove his dick deep into Julie while she continued Jeff's blow job.
They continued switching positions until Jeff asked Julie, "Do you want to try DP?"
She didn't know what that meant so Jeff explained, "You know, it's taking a cock in your pussy and ass at the same time, double penetration."
Julie had always rejected Jeff's attempts at anal sex but maybe it was the weed she had smoked combined with the drinking and having two men making love to her but this time she agreed to try it. Jeff and Dave maneuvered her onto Dave's cock and she began riding him while Jeff searched for some lube. He came back to bed and began to play with her ass while Dave's dick was embedded in her pussy. Julie was a little nervous about losing her anal virginity but was also looking forward to a new experience.
Jeff pushed against Julie's back hole and told her, "Just relax. I'll go slowly. Let me know if it hurts and I'll stop."
Dave had a perfect view of the look on Julie's face as Jeff began to push himself into her big, round butt. Dave saw her grimace a little because of the unfamiliar feeling of having something going up inside her ass. At one point, she told Jeff that it hurt and he stopped for a moment before continuing his efforts to sodomize his girlfriend. She was uncomfortable but wasn't in pain anymore. When she felt Jeff's mid-section pressing against her ample ass cheeks she knew he had his entire dick in her ass. She was proud that she had now achieved something she was curious about but was too scared to try before that night.
Jeff told her, "I've been dreaming about fucking your ass since the night we met. Damn baby, you're so tight back there."
Both boys began to slowly move in and out of Julie's pussy and ass. Dave was fondling and sucking on her tits while he pushed himself upwards deeper into Julie while Jeff had a firm grip on her round ass, slowly humping on her butt. It took a while for them to find their rhythm but once they did, all three of them were moaning and groaning in a passionate, heated fuck session.
Dave asked Jeff to switch so he could get a piece of Julie's ass too. She was so hot by her first threesome that she didn't mind who was fucking her in what hole. She just needed their cocks. Julie climbed on top of Jeff then Dave pushed himself into Julie's ass.
Dave told her, "You've got such a nice ass Julie. It feels so good too."
Julie was proud she could please them both. She wondered what it would be like to have a dick in her mouth too but wasn't ready to take on more guys. She came with the two cocks in her and the boys were quick to follow. Dave came first, shooting his load deep in her ass. Jeff wanted to cum in her butt too and didn't last too long after entering her ass again. Not only did Julie lose her anal virginity that night, but she took two cocks and two loads up cum up her butt too. Getting high and a little drunk turned her into an adventurous college coed.
There were no secrets in the frat house and word spread quickly about Julie taking on two of the members that night. Some made crude comments about wanting to fuck her ass too or hoping they could join in next time. While it bothered Julie that everyone knew her business, it also turned her on knowing that other guys wanted her so badly. She would openly tease them by slapping her butt and telling them they couldn't have it or brazenly opening her legs in a short skirt giving the guys a long look at her thick thighs and panties before crossing them and hiding her female treasures again. The thought of the frat members jerking off thinking about her made her hot and Jeff was the recipient of her new found sexuality.
The frat president, Ken, heard about Julie's adventures and asked Jeff one night if he thought Julie would want to try the party room some night. Jeff told him he wasn't sure but would find out. He wasn't jealous of Julie screwing other frat members. He didn't think of her as someone he wanted to marry and was just enjoying college life in a frat house. He had been with girls that were dating his frat brothers too so it seemed like he owed them to be open too.
Jeff and Julie got high one night and he broached the subject of her going into the party room but she said she wasn't ready to be that adventurous. In her mind, the thought did intrigue her though and while she was enjoying doing some naughty things, she just wasn't ready to take a leap that far.
Julie did have a good sex life with Jeff and they continued to get together as often as they could. Julie put her studies first during the week and her grades did improve but she was a party girl on the weekends, smoking joints and drinking at the frat house.
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frat had a party the weekend before Thanksgiving. Everyone would be busy with getting ready for finals when they got back from the long weekend. Julie and Jeff had a great time smoking joints, drinking beer and doing an occasional shot or two. Julie noticed a girl going into the party room with several of the frat members. One member stood guard outside to control who went in. Julie was curious as to what was going on in there as a guy or two would leave the room and the bouncer would let in someone else.
Julie was watching this go on and finally asked Jeff, "Do you think it would be okay if I went inside the party room to see what it's like? I don't want to do anything. I'm just curious."
Jeff was taken completely by surprise, then got a wicked grin on his face and said, "Let me check and see."
He went over to the bouncer and told him his girlfriend was curious and wanted to see some of the action going on. He told him that she might want to try it someday. Julie saw them chatting for a little bit, then saw the bouncer nod his head. Jeff waved her to come over.
Julie was a little embarrassed when she got to the door. The bouncer was checking her out and told Jeff, "Let me know if she decides to stay." It was a subtle reference to his interest in fucking her.
Jeff walked in first, leading Julie by the hand. When she got inside the room she saw several naked frat members, including Dave, waiting their turn with a naked girl, Karen, on the bed who was getting fucked by one guy and alternately blowing two other guys on either side of her. Other frat members were touching her breasts. Julie counted six guys in the room but some had already left and been replaced by others. They had dicks of all shapes and sizes; some big, some small, some that were thicker than others while some were uncut.
One of the guys offered for Julie to join them but she nervously shook her head. She wasn't ready for that yet. They watched for a while as the guys turned the girl over and began a double penetration of her ass and pussy while she was sucking someone else. This brought back memories of Julie's experience with Dave and Jeff. She was so excited that night that she was wondering again what it would be like to be sucking on a dick while being DP'd. Watching the girl being the center of attention like this got her juices flowing. She noticed the expression of pure pleasure on Karen's face and her moans of pure pleasure as she was being gang banged. Once one guy finished in one of her holes, another dick replaced them.
Julie and seen enough. She was scared that if she stayed she just might want to join them. She was extremely turned on by now and made Jeff take her up to his room where he fucked her twice that night. He knew why she was so turned on and kept telling her how much he thought she'd like going into the party room. Images of Julie being like the girl in the room kept flashing through her mind. Jeff knew the seed had been planted in her mind and he had to give it time until Julie decided she'd like to try it.
She was so hot that night that even after they had sex twice, Julie was still horny. Jeff asked her if she wanted him to bring in one of the guys, "you know, just to see what it might be like in the party room."
She hesitated and didn't answer but Jeff saw how turned on she was and she never said a word when he put on his pants and left his room. He grabbed the first member he saw, Ricky, an upper classman, and told him Julie was hot and wanted another cock. Ricky didn't have to be asked twice and quickly joined them in Jeff's room.
Ricky saw Julie naked on the bed and she didn't object when he entered the room. He quickly stripped off his clothes and approached her with his hardening cock. She sat up on the bed as he got in front of her, expecting her to suck his dick and he wasn't disappointed. Julie lowered her head onto his half hard dick and quickly got him erect.
Ricky let her suck on him for a few minutes, telling Jeff, "You're a lucky guy. She really knows how to suck a dick."
That made Julie proud. He withdrew from her mouth and she laid back spreading her legs. Ricky quickly climbed between them and started fucking her. She was excited to be fucking another guy that night and came while he was thrusting into her. He came deep in her pussy then thanked them both and left room. Julie was nothing more than a quick piece of ass for him that night but that's what it would be like if she ever went into the party room.
A couple of days later, Julie saw Karen at the frat house hanging out and struck up a conversation with her. She wanted to know what it was like to be in the room with all those guys and why she did it.
Karen told her, "It's not something you want to do every weekend but I always fantasized about taking on a bunch of guys. I started out doing a couple of different guys and tried a couple of threesomes. I like sex, so I figured I'd try it. The first time I did it, I was nervous."
"You've done it more than once?"
"I've done it twice. Are you thinking about going into the room too?"
Julie shrugged her shoulders. "I've thought about it but I don't want to have any regrets afterwards."
"Well let me give you some advice. Don't get shit faced drunk and be half passed out. That's when you'll have regrets. Get a little tipsy but you want to remain in control. The guys will respect your limits but you'll end up doing the whole frat house if you get too drunk. You limit the number of guys you'll have sex with too but they will sneak in another guy or two, so beware."
Julie was concerned of what people might say or that the guys will think she is nothing more than a slut. She enjoyed sex a lot and had opened up much more during this semester. She liked the idea of group sex but was concerned about the repercussions afterwards. She had always frowned upon the girls in high school who had sex with a lot of guys and didn't want to become one of them.
Karen told her, "Some guys will try to date you because they think you are an easy lay but you have to be careful and make sure you don't always give in to them. It's okay for women to like sex too. Don't let the boys define who you are. If you want to do it, then go for it but do it on your terms. The boys in this frat will respect your limits. You just have to know what they are first. I can tell you one thing though."
"What's that Karen?"
"With that booty of yours, guys are going to try and do anal with you. If you are into that, you should lube yourself before and bring some with you." Karen gave her a hug and had to get to an evening class but she gave Julie plenty to think about.
Julie was studying for finals over the next couple of weeks. Her grades had improved considerably mostly because she made sure her schoolwork was done before she began to party. Images of seeing Karen being taken by all those guys still consumed her thoughts. She even watched a couple of porn videos on the Internet of college girls getting gang banged. She was pretty sure she wanted to try going into the party room and the opportunity would present itself at the end of the semester. The frat was going to have a small party before everyone left for the winter break. Some of the guys were already gone since they were done with their exams.
That evening Julie dressed in opaque, white leggings with a pink thong underneath. She also wore a soft pink, deep V-neck, long sleeve blouse with a bra that matched her thong. She knew the guys would be drooling over her even more than usual. She liked to tease them and she planned on teasing them a lot that night.
While she still wasn't sure she was going to go into the party room, Julie made sure she followed Karen's advice and brought her own lube, just in case. She knew that her outfit would draw a lot of attention to her butt so she applied some lube to her ass as a precaution before leaving her dorm. She was excited and nervous at the same time and there was always the possibility she would chicken out at the last minute. No one knew that she was thinking about fucking several frat members that night.
When she got to the frat house there were about 12-15 guys, some with their girlfriends but most by themselves. The plan was to have some drinks, smoke some joints and party before everyone went home for Christmas. The single guys complimented Julie on her attire, telling her how sexy she looked and how beautiful she was. Jeff was particularly complimentary as he knew he would be having sex with her later.
A couple of guys, including nerdy Paul, challenged Jeff and Julie to shoot some pool which was nothing more than a way to get see Julie bending over so they could get a better look at her plump ass and cleavage. She was more than willing to oblige and the rest of the crowd also noticed her curve hugging attire.
One guy even commented, "That's a nice pink thong you're wearing Julie."
Some of the guys chuckled a little but Julie responded by wiggling her ass and saying, "I thought you guys would like it."
She was getting hotter by the second as her comments meant she intentionally wore these leggings to show off her ass and thong which made the guys give up any pretense of pretending they didn't notice. That led to comments on her cleavage and it became obvious that Julie was bending over more than she had to in order to choose her shot. Guys were pretending to help her line up the cue ball just so they could brush themselves up against Julie and even sneak a little feel of her ass.
After shooting a few games of pool, drinking and passing joints around, Julie pulled Jeff aside and said, "What would say if I told you I wanted to try the party room tonight?"
"I'd say that it was a great idea. Which guys would you like to join us?"
Julie said she wanted Paul because she could tell he really liked her and always made her feel special and Dave, Jeff's roommate. Other than them she didn't care but only wanted a couple of more guys. Jeff mentioned two other guys, Joe and Tom who he was close with.
When they went back into the main room, they had another drink while Jeff nonchalantly told the other guys what was about to happen which brought huge smiles to their faces. It was their lucky night to have sex with a girl they were lusting after. Once all the guys were invited, Jeff took Julie into the party room which was nothing more than a king size mattress and box spring on the floor, a couple of old sofas and lounge chairs.
The guys sat down while Jeff put on some music. Julie didn't know how to start things off but Jeff suggested she do a strip tease for them. They brought plenty of beer with them so Julie quickly finished one and grabbed another. She was a little nervous as there were five guys in the room with their eyes completely focused on her with lumps in their pants anxiously awaiting her next move. She had some quick second thoughts but decided there was no backing down now and wanted to live out her fantasy at least once in her life. If she didn't do it in college, chances are she would never have this opportunity again.
She closed her eyes and started to sway her hips to the music. When she opened her eyes, it looked like the guys were in a trance by the way their eyes were fixated on her. Her juices started to flow knowing she had their complete attention. She continued dancing and slowly then lifted the bottom of her blouse, teasing her appreciative audience, until she finally pulled it over her head to reveal her pink lace bra. Her nipples could be seen through the lace and a few of the guys made comments on how lovely her breasts were which gave Julie the confidence to continue.
She would lean over and shake her tits or bend over to wiggle her ass, teasing them even more but that was the purpose of her strip show. The boys encouraged her to go further so she ever so slowly pulled down the back of her leggings to show them her ample butt, then pulled them down over her thick thighs and down her legs, kicking them to the side, leaving her in only her bra and thong.
Jeff suggested giving the guys lap dances which sounded like a good idea to her. Julie started with Paul, dancing close to him, grinding her big butt into his crotch. The guys were telling him to touch Julie so he began to fondle her ass and tits. She let him feel her for a little while before moving on to Tom who gave her butt a few playful spanks and wasn't shy about touching her meaty thighs. He even began to rub her pussy through her thong and told the others how damp they were. Joe was next to get his lap dance and he followed the lead of the others fondling and touching Julie all over before she moved on to Dave. He wasted no time unsnapping her bra and running his hands over her bare tits which made Julie moan. He then began to suck on them. Julie's face was flush with desire and Jeff could see the familiar look of lust in her eyes as she got to him. He pulled her thong off and quickly began to probe her wet pussy with his finger while sucking on her tits.
She broke free from Jeff and began to dance naked in front of the five frat boys. They were commenting on how gorgeous she was and how she was too sexy for Jeff. Julie was loving being the center of attention and having a roomful of guys lusting for her. She then went from guy to guy openly displaying herself, letting them feel, touch, grope, lick, suck, squeeze and probe her naked body. Sexual tension filled the air. This promised to be one hell of a fucking evening.
Even though Julie meant to tease the guys, she was equally teasing herself. She was feeling hotter than she ever had been before and needed to get fucked. Her face was flush, her nipples were hard and her pussy lips were swollen.
She was staring at a roomful of horny young men and asked, "How come I'm the only one who is naked?"
You never saw five guys rip off their clothing as fast as they did. Julie now saw five hard dicks all needing her to satisfy them. They were all pretty average in size with Paul being the largest by an inch but Tom had the thickest.
Julie then looked at Paul and said, "I want you to eat my pussy Paul."
She led him over to the bed and laid down with her legs spread wide. The guys were teasing Paul a little out of jealousy but mostly guys being guys. He had never been chosen first for any type of sport team in gym class and he was proud to be the first to taste Julie. He proudly put his face between her legs to begin licking her pussy just like she taught him. Tom and Joe quickly presented their hard ons on each side of Julie and she began to alternately suck them while Paul orally pleased her. She was so hot it didn't take her long to cum the first time.
Paul was ready to stop but Julie begged him for more, "Don't stop now, keep eating my pussy."
He brought her to another orgasm. Julie stopped sucking the dicks in her face to tell Paul, "I need you to fuck me now Paul. I need your cock."
He was more than happy to accommodate the hot, naked woman in front of him. The other guys were a bit envious that the nerdy guy got to fuck her first but that was Julie's choice. She moaned around Tom's dick in her mouth as Paul entered her pussy and started to fuck her. Jeff and Dave were playing with her tits and stroking her thighs while she stroked them.
Paul came within five minutes of entering Julie. He left a huge load in her and as soon as he withdrew, Tom was quick to replace him as Dave brought his dick to her mouth. Julie was hot and begging to get fucked hard. The room was filled with moans coming from the various participants. After Tom came, Joe was next to fuck Julie, taking her third dick that evening while Jeff presented himself to her familiar mouth. It wasn't long after entering her that he had to cum but pulled out and shot his sperm all over her stomach.
Jeff couldn't hold out any longer and came in Julie's mouth and on her face. She was starting to get coated in sperm. Dave entered her pussy and had the luxury of having her to himself after the others had already cum. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and fucked her hard, so hard the others were cheering him on. Julie was pushing back against his thrusts and started to cum which pushed Dave over the edge. He shot some sperm into her pussy before finishing up shooting it onto her stomach too.
Julie just fucked and sucked five frat boys in less than two hours. She got some water and another beer while they talked about how hot she is. She wiped most of the dry cum from her face and stomach but remnants still remained. With six horny teens sitting around naked, it didn't take long before everyone noticed Paul getting hard again.
Tom told Julie, "It looks like he's ready for more."
She smiled at Paul, "We can do it again if you want to."
She gave him a wink and a smile and that brought a smile to his face too.
Dave told him, "You should fuck her ass." The rest of the guys agreed.
Paul seemed a little shy about expressing his desire to take Julie anally so she asked him, "Do you want to fuck my butt? You can if you want."
Paul's eyes lit up and he nervously nodded his desire. Julie grabbed some lube out of her purse which made Joe comment, "Damn, she came prepared. This party ain't over yet."
The other guys watched as she told Paul how to lube up her ass with his fingers and to put some on his dick. She then bent over, offering her big butt to her nervous lover. She was thrilled that she would take his anal virginity too. She reached back and helped line up his dick against her ass. She pushed back slowly while he moved forward. The guys were cheering him on. Paul had been fantasizing about her ass for a long time and his dream was now coming to life.
The head of his dick had pushed into her asshole and he followed Julie's instructions to go slow. When he was about halfway in, she began to buck back and forth, then he started to hump on her until he had his entire dick in her ass. After he started fucking Julie's ass, Tom got in front of her to let her suck his dick back to life while Dave and Joe were playing with her tits. She loved all the various sensations her body was feeling.
She stopped sucking Tom long enough to tell the guys, "I need a dick in my pussy to."
She was breathing heavy and begging for more cock. Joe was the first to say he wanted to fuck her again. Paul pulled out of her ass long enough for her to climb onto Joe and begin riding him then letting Paul back in her butt. She now had three dicks in her, something she wanted to do ever since Jeff and Dave DP'd her. Julie came again while taking on the three guys.
Tom sprayed her face with cum and made her lick him clean before Dave took his place. Paul was the next to cum and shot his load deep into her bowels. Joe wanted to cum in her ass too so Dave got under Julie while Joe took her anally and Jeff stuck his dick in her mouth.
After a while, Julie lost track of which dick was in each hole but was loving the experience. She couldn't get enough cock that night. It felt good to let loose after a stressful semester. After Joe came in her butt, he and Tom got dressed and left. She didn't realize they were gone and didn't notice that two other guys entered the room. Steve and Jim quickly stripped their clothes waited patiently until after Dave came in her ass and Jeff came in her pussy.
She hadn't agreed to fuck more than the five guys but Karen did warn her that others would try in sneak in. Julie was still hot and ready for more cock so she didn't object when Steve positioned himself between her legs and began to fuck her in the missionary position while she sucked on Jim's cock. She had already fucked and sucked five guys twice and now had some fresh cock.
Steve pulled out and came all over her tits and hair and was quickly replaced by Jim. He fucked her for a few minutes and when he was ready to come, he wanted to titty fuck Julie. He slid his dick between her tits, letting her lick the head on the upstroke until he finally came on her tits and face.
Steve and Jim got dressed and as they were leaving they told the remaining guys, "Thanks for sharing your slut. We owe you."
Julie figured she should be offended but then thought, "They're right. I was a slut tonight and it felt great."
She then told the guys, "No more. I'm exhausted."
She then went to the bathroom and saw a full length mirror. She had cum dripping out of her pussy and ass. Her face, hair, tits and stomach were covered in the sperm of the seven frat boys. Her jaw was tired and her pussy and ass were a little sore.
Jeff let her wear his shirt so she could go upstairs and shower. She walked out into the big room where about 10 people were drinking and playing pool. They all turned their heads to look at who was coming out of the party room and were greeted by the sight of Julie with dry cum on her face and in her hair. Some grinned and a couple of the girls gave her dirty looks, frowning upon her slut like behavior. She just wanted to get out of there as quick as she could.
After taking her shower, she fell asleep in Jeff's room, totally exhausted. The next morning, all she could find were her leggings and top so she had to walk back to her dorm without underwear. Her ass was clearly visible through the white leggings and she didn't realize they were so tight she had a camel toe, highlighting her pussy lips. Her tits bounced freely under her top. She had done the walk of shame before but didn't like it. Some people gave her funny looks while others smiled in recognition of her predicament.
She didn't know that the guys stole her underwear and added it to a collection on their "Wall of Fame," made from the underwear of the girls that had been in the party room. She talked to Jeff briefly before she packed her bags and left to drive home for the break. The agreed they would miss each other until the spring semester began.
The two hour drive home gave Julie plenty of time to reflect on what she had done the night before and the entire semester. She was proud that her grades were better and that she found a group of fellow students that accepted her into their group of friends. She was a little ashamed of her gang bang but she would think of it often while she was masturbating. She felt guilty for liking it and acting like a whore. She didn't know if she would ever do it again but she would always have that memory. | null | [] | {
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Text: The vines encompass the temple; pressing it to earth; jealous of their prize. Even the summit is twined deep and about in verdant thrawl; restraining its oblique mass through four centuries of stony sleep.
The thwicker-shlack voice of a machete spills bird-song from the wounded bush. A rainbow plumage circles the mound, craws, and heralds the parting way. Two travellers come, betrayed by voice and gleaming steel.
Their tongue is alien to the people who built this place, though they are not kin to the first pale-men who plundered these lands, swarthy and gold-drunk. One is not even a man. Yet a similar hunger drives them also to seek the company of ruins, old ghosts.
But some ghosts are not quite dead, and now they stir uneasy. ~~
"Careful; the last ones are treacherous"
"I am being careful... Oww! Shit. I think that was my other ankle"
"Ohcomeon...not again; look, just lean over, over by this; here, right? Keep your weight off it. We're here anyway".
Clearing the steps to the temple-summit, the taller traveller props his long-bladed machete against the stone and moves to steady the lesser. She seems ungrateful; or at least ungracefully accepting. She is younger too, this one, yet holds no excessive delicacy in her poise, no concession of weakness. Leveraged against the raised stone dais, fatigue fades about her in perspiration. But her glance is still alert, curious, as it scans the surrounding ruins.
"Bloody hell, I'm knackered. And they built in this humidity?" Her exhaustion beats against the restless noise of the jungle. "Not this bad, then. Consider 400 years back; the undergrowth would be cut...; they'd have had fields, cultivation,everything". The arc of the man's hand builds an empire, raising relics from ruin, then lets them fall back in the same gesture. He has seen this before in a hundred silent civilisations; now his hair is bleached by age as much as sun, the knowledge pinched in thin cheekbones, a clotured forehead. His companion counts less than half his years, but her eyes are topaz-burnt; marked by the memory of some trauma that shaped her to adulthood. About them, the thin breeze circles the man-raised mount, cooling her exhaustion such that breathing now comes evenly; letting her find some centre which few of her sex do in the presence of this place. Focused, she parses dark vine-clung hair along her brow, tieing it back to a shoulders length. Leant forward by a span, she kicks a pebble over the drop, watching it skim and spin dizzyingly through space, clutched to the jungle below. "Not much to show for it now. Just stone...more stone...sun."
A frown. "You could be back at that finishing school is Switzerland, remember? You wanted to see archeology, real archeology; not dry-as-bone old fossils with a hot-dog stand to keep the kids quiet". The man draws a measure from a tin canteen, proffering without expectation.
"Yeah...and it's been great... I don't want to seem ungrateful. Just that I expected...to feel more". She waves him away, trims her garb; less modest than his, perhaps, but with practical concessions to the lithe tyranny of her youth. She cannot feel the stones beneath her feet, or the awe of the sun, though she comes clad alike to many who did...
"Because you're not using all your senses. Because you're only looking with your eyes." He taps, remonstratively, on her brow, anointing her with a smudge of loam from travelled hands. "Anyway, Let's not leap to conclusions; usually the most interesting aspects of a find are the last to fade". He turns to part the vines about the dais; half-gloved hand tugging memories from their clinging expanse. Driven into the dead rock is the voice of the living, spoken wordlessly into time. He breathes for them as his finger traces their outline. "The blessing of the sun, through the fertility of the corn and people, all bound together."
"Fertility rites? So girls only then?"
"Possibly. Incan ceremony wasn't noted for your, uh, modern British sensibilities on affirmative action. Look at these carvings...idealised forms, typically exaggerated...characteristics"
"Oh gosh. That is funny. I'm jealous. how was she meant to mount the stairs...?"
"Lara, it's not wise to mock without understanding. Pay attention to the text; it looks like early Aymara "
"Early Aymara doesn't have a written form" Her blank refusal stuns him.
Exasperation. "Gods, where have you been? I bet you learnt that in a book."
She looks chagrined. "Well, as you were right about the fifth Suyu. I'm not going to contradict you on ancient writings that shouldn't exist". But he is deaf to her; already following his river of knowledge into understanding, "Blood of Inti". A gnarled finger taps and circles, echoing the ancient pulse of indenting chisel " Sun-god. Inti. Sun-Blood, Sun-essence. The word for essence is the same as blood in this context. A ceremonial drug? Whatever the sun is made out of."
"Probably hydrogen and helium, then; or did I read that in a book too?"
"Miss Croft...what you've been studying, what you've read... it's only the first part of understanding. Archeology is so much more than matching symbols on a book to crumbling rock. It's about immersion in another culture; separated by time; belief. Opening yourself to what was". He gentles suddenly, seeing in her frustration the spent passions of his own youth, the need to know, to master knowledge as one would mortality. His smile cracks through a weeks worth of stubble, "It's about; understanding here, in the heart, as much as knowing here, in the head. Take this altar, for instance...you're thinking blood sacrifice?"
She nods. "There's tether-points. They were tied down. Why else tie someone down?"
"Yes, but the ideographs are strange. And look; the stone isn't abraded by knife work... there's no guttering for the runff; no brazier points for the burnt offering like you'd find at Cusco. But more than that...it feels wrong...doesn't it?".
She kneels beside the dais, winces, squints, hesitant at the threshold of understanding. "Breathe, Lara" He tells her, "breathe through."
Four centuries of uneasy slumber, submerged purpose, beat against her perception. And for an instant then, something other; she sees this place as it was and remains. The chant of a whole people to the narcoleptic pulse of skin-taut drum; the sting of incense about the whirling, blurring dance of the Daughters of the Sun, raised above on his throne. "Sky-sacrifice..." she mutters, aloud. "And sky-sacrifice isn't mentioned in either oral tradition or...what?", his glance falls on her sudden reverie.
"Oh...nothing...I just thought...some kind of dance. A blessing for the offered-daughter. From noon to sundown she was to journey to heaven and bring back life". She whispers the last as if dazed. For a moment she comes close to understanding, sensing at the edges of the genus loci.
"Lara, that's...". The condescension is gone now "...quite good. Quite a good translation. I...did not think you could read this?"
"I can't... it's just...". A mis-step, forcing a lance of pain up her leg. Her face contorts and the moment of understanding passes. She is bound again to the visible world.
He is sympathetic. "It is OK; do not try to explain. You've already...seen more than I hoped. Be steady. Rest your ankle. Avoid having any weight on it." He returns to his work.
~~
The female leans back fully, smiling, his respect releasing her from the need of proofs; for a moment, for a heartbeat.
Her body is drawn across the slab, shadowing her eyes with one hand against the zenith of the sun. The golden disk gives no relief, and she relents, inhales, and folds arms back across the expanse of warm igneous stone. Relaxes. Outreached as the condors' span, she is at once and at one to the Hanan Pacha. Opened to the spirit of this place; the understanding that surpasses knowledge, found in a moment of awful surrender.
She is not of The People, but she is of age, and in the place and time of offering. It is enough.
~~
She ripples at the touch-which-is-not-touch, her mouth forming unconscious surprise.
She breathes, drawing in the heady scent of the jungle for what seems like the first time. Rotten wood and fermenting roots. Her chest heaves, quivers. The tightening fabric of her blouse betrays the blessing, the cotton teased apart. A thin blush of perspiration inculates within. She opens her eyes against the glare. Somehow, it troubles her less. The void is blue, vast, comprehending. Her gaze falls to the surrounding bowl of the mountains, peaks raised against the vault of the sky. Something stirs to cognition.
"Ohhh..."
"Lara?"
She bolts awake, gasps and clutches, feeling the realness of her disbelief. Bigger. The sense of strain tightens across her, fine-stitched garments plucked apart by an invisible hand of pressure. In a moment, she is brought into the fullness of womanhood, and beyond. "OHHH!"
"Lara!"
Her hands part one span, then two, to fall underneath the arc of her breasts. A low sibilant noise mounts within. The People of this place called it the Snakef-the-Wind; messenger of Inti. They knew he would come to the daughter and whisper within her the secret known only to birds, clouds. But this one knows only the heterogeneous pulse, rising with her heartbeat, merging into her.
Thwap...thwap... beyond outstretched fingers, buttons scatter like prayer beds spilled from a novices' hand. "What's happening? What did you DO?!" Two yards away, he may be stood in another world. The understanding that has guided abandons him; leaving him curiously stricken, unwilling to accept the doors he has opened.
"I...I didn't...I... " Shock blanches her face, and she takes short breaths (but the snake draws longer, deeper). Crescents of blush-colour spill about the deepening shadow of her cleavage as her blouse is sundered button by button. Within, a thin lace of foolish undergarment already lies straining to burst. (An orgy of asphyxic fumbling, fingers find release, breath). Unbound, her swollen bust pushes out, rising like dough through kneading touch, or guanabana ripened heavy on the tree. Yet even now they grow strangely boughed. As if seeking the kiss of the sun that gave them life.
"Not...heavy..." she gasps, sensing their utter strangeness through intimate familiarity.
Bigger. Her eyes flow as pools of conscious terror, subconscious longing. (There is no shame; many felt fear in the moments before the ichu-rope was loosed and they took the same, high path). Larger than her torso now, her breasts intimate their secret, pushing up as much as out. In their sacred presence her companion remains rooted to he spot, earthbound, uncomprehending. Unable to share her blessing. "Lara...you're...no, wait, get some of the gas, out... can you breathe out, burp, or anything?" he ventures, desperately.
A moment of lucidity, flashed into anger. "Honestly, it's my boobs, not my stomach! They're not connected, you know!", she laughs wildly, feeling the edge into hysteria.
"Listen, don't panic, we can..."
"Who says I'm panicking...I'm the one blowing up like a ..."
"Don't say, Listen Lara, it must be...". He seems to be trying to back away, but the spectacle leaves him helpless to aid or deny. He has become an outsider again, a bystander.
Bigger. Her face is shaded from the sun, golden rays crested about the rounded domes before her. Warmth brushes her nipples, and she feels rather than sees them cajoled to perking grace. Palms cupped at to the juncture of her ribs, she tingles at the electric arc that jolts across her breasts, the matchless expansion straining her fingers apart. Slowly, inevitably, her shoulders rise under the insistent tug, drawn upright from the table, head tilted back in the air, hair gliding across stone.
"...Like a fucking bal...Oooooh..."
Bigger. And the sensation washes over her, body flexing under some invisible, intimate compulsion, bucking against the table. Perhaps she wishes it was just the pressure, the fear, that makes her ache so. But some kindled secret blushes along her body, teasing each nerve alight, the fierce heat a lover's touch against her. Enriched with complicit desire, the blessing oblates her natural curves, taking her rounder and fuller, honouring of the sun. Seated on the lip of the altar, her world is now defined by two rising globes. Not quite translucent, but shimmer-shaded as a dream, their strange geography maps out in canyon and pole, shadow and light. Disbelieving, she presses against their firmness and immediacy; feeling their relentless lift rebound against her.
"Can't see...try...push them down...". But she can't. Bigger. Beyond the span of her arms, her inflated femininity sways gently, becoming entangled by the wind. She is pulled upright, balls of her feet resting on the dais. Boots skate over the ground, as if etching new patterns in the gnarled stone. And again the flush of sensation makes her whimper, softly. Part of her must understand what is coming, dividing her between fear and discovery.
"No...please...don't want to...". But she does.
Bigger. A futile reaching as her peach-pink flesh strains upwards, inflated expanse now equaling her height. The deep resonant hiss renders her bust taut and drumlike. Her hands, slick with perspiration, seek purchase on the solidity of the altar, find none. She takes one unreal stride on tiptoe, a second, to teeter at the rim of the summit; the plaza an abysal plunge hundreds of feet below. A helpless tremble, the flush takes her over the edge...
Detached, she watches a bead of sweat break from the cusp of her breasts, falling as if weakly sensed by gravity, a libation of salt and water for the jungle beneath. But her secret moisture is offered to another element; emeshed into sky-buoyancy. Her arms hang limp now, but her feet wave helpless, high above the canopy. Slowly, irresistibly, she begins to rise, gyrating with the breeze.
Words leave her as floating understanding fills her senses. The anchor of her reason slipped from the earth, she is a bubble in an ocean of air; drifting higher and higher. Suspended from twin spheres of buoyant delight, she is lofted towards a pale blue heaven.
~~
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*Amura*
*By: Darkfang Magus.*
*Part 1.*
*Daughter of the Cat.*
!("Amura"
Prologue.
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In a past long forgotten by man, there lived many bestial races. The most revered of these beasts were those know as Catrai. Their kind was steeped in sorcery, but not since their beginnings had they been know as warlike beings. It is even said that they could take on the features of a human and walk among us.
This is the story of one such Catrai. Born to parents she never knew, she was said to bear the markings of one cursed. Her fur, a deep blue that matched her eyes, was thought of as an unnatural, and altogether unholy thing.
It is because of this that she was sent to a temple as a child, and kept from all things magical. Even so, her powers shone through at times. In the temple, she grew up with a close relative of hers. Being one of the few connections she had to family, she thought of him as a brother, calling him as such to a point that the young boy began to believe it.
Many misfits came though the temple, Kanin and Catrai alike. Of these she knew few, though a girl named Chenoa promised to help her if ever they were to travel together.
At maturity, she learned of her cousin Catherine. Soon the two girls became inseparable, or so it seemed. Amura always held a hidden jealousy for Catherine who spent much of her free time learning magic.
As the years passed by, Amura could no longer abandon her true calling, though it would mean banishment, she would rather have that than a wasted life.
1
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Amura's Departure
It was early morning, just outside the village. Amura approached her cousin Catherine and embraced her amorously. She then hugged her brother. When they broke, she stepped back. This little village was not much, and she wished she could call it home, but even though she must leave, it would always be in her memories. Cat... Amura looked at the beautiful tigress and gave her a quick smile. Her best friend; like the big sister she never had. More than anyone else, maybe more than Amura herself, Cat knew why Amura must leave. *Exile, an eternal punishment for any Catrai who leave the woods without permission from the queen. Can I really be doing this?*.
Amura was a restless spirit, there was a hunger within her and she sought to sate it somehow. What would be found in the world outside of here? That was what she needed to discover. Amura was raised to be of the toughest breed though and she refused to fear the unknown ahead of her. It hurt to leave, but she would not cry.
Amura touched Cat's cheek with gentle fingertips and softly kissed her lips. "I love you, my friend." Cat simply smiled. Amura nodded to her brother, and noticed that he did not truly understand her leaving, but he accepted it.
"Take care" she told him.
He just nodded and flicked his tail.
"It is time for me to go" They nodded in assent and wished her luck. Amura turned and began walking away. Her emotions were mixed, but she felt that this was the right thing to do.
Walking the trail, Amura couldn't help but be scared. She was leaving her little village in search of some calling. She hoped to become apprenticed by someone who could teach her to be a priestess, or maybe a mage. Before doing anything else, she needed to get in touch with an old friend of hers by the name of Chenoa. This particular friend had gone away some years ago and was currently residing in a town a short distance away. At least that was the last that Amura had heard. If all went well, the two of them could pool their resources and efforts to accomplish their goals.
Chenoa supposedly had some money stashed away to help their plan along. That was good for Amura because she had no money herself. In fact, Amura was virtually naked, save for a beaten-up gold wristband that she wore. She planned to sell the thing for some meager funds to help her on her way, but that wouldn't be until she got to town anyhow.
The town wasn't exactly close, but Amura was in good shape and felt that she could make the trip in a little over a week if she didn't encounter any difficulties. Amura was about five-foot nine and 130 pounds, though small compared to others in her family she was still formidable. She was of a half-feline race known as the Catrai, and as such, she had a coat of soft fur covering her entire body. The fur was a dark blue over her back with several stripes crossing it. As it came across her sides, it faded to a white over her belly, and down her limbs. Her distinguishing trait was a band of four black stripes going around her left arm. After some hours of walking, Amura yawned, exposing long fangs, and decided to take a nap. Finding a nice shady spot near a tree, she lay down and tried to get comfortable.
The next morning she began walking, and by the end of the day, she was tired and hungry but had made a lot of distance. It had become quite dark and she decided it was time to sleep. Amura found a comfortable spot in the grass, and then curled up to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep did not come easily.
As she lay in the cool night air, her hands made their way to her exposed breasts. Amura purred softly as her fingers tweaked her nipples. Before Amura knew what she was doing, she had slid her right hand down between her legs. Amura arched her back instinctively as she traced her fingers across the moist lips of her sex. She brought her tail up and slid it into her pussy. With every movement of her tail, her purring grew louder. She pushed her tail further in with every thrust, feeling it slide across her hand and into her body. As her sexual energy increased, sweat beaded on her brow and the four stripes on her left arm began to glow softly. She knew she was getting close when her tail became wet with her juices. On the edge of her release, she began wantonly massaging her breasts, and was quite pleased when her nipples became erect and sensitive to the touch, even becoming wet as they produced milk.
As Amura licked the milk from her breasts, the stripes on her arm started to glow brightly and she felt herself beginning to come. Breathing shallow, she felt shocks course through her body, as her pleasure peaked. Amura finally shattered the stillness of the hour with an earsplitting roar as she orgasmed. The orgasm was so powerful that she was left helpless on the ground with her eyes closed, and moaning as the aftershocks washed over her. After it was over, she slid the tail out of her pussy and curled up to sleep soundly the rest of the night, with a satisfied smile on her face.
In the morning, Amura began making her way to a nearby stream. *That little bit of fun last night, left me parched*. After drinking her fill, she set to grooming her fur. While doing so, she spotted movement. Instinctively, she crouched down and stalked towards it to get a look. It was a large doe, just across the stream. The first thing she thought was to sneak up close enough to pounce, but while doing so she had an idea. She got up close, and remembering her rudimentary magic training, she cast a charm on the deer. To her delight, it worked. Amura commanded the doe to come to her, and it did so without question.
After some trouble, Amura found that she would be able to use the doe as a mount. While riding, she cast another spell that she knew would prove useful. She made it so that the doe would produce milk. It wasn't filling enough for her appetite but it would hold her for a few days at least.
One portion of bad luck that plagued her during the trip was that she couldn't find any prey. On the third day, she caught a large squirrel. Amura ate the meat ravenously, but as she crunched the bones with her teeth, she knew it wasn't even close to enough.
The days of traveling were terrible for Amura, she could not remember being so hungry nor so exhausted in her life. Amura lay on her side beneath the doe, and took hold of its udder with her hand. With her mouth watering, she licked the large nipple; it was soft and warm. Amura pressed her mouth to the udder and surrounded the nipple with her lips. It was warm and tantalizing. She began sucking on it, bringing the invigorating liquid across her tongue. The life-giving flow was like ambrosia pouring down her throat.
In less than a minute, the flow subsided. Amura continued sucking desperately, until her teeth were cutting into the skin and she tasted blood. Finally, she backed off. Apparently, she had worn the animal down too much. This realization didn't really make her any happier, just the opposite. She hated to do it, but she was starving. Sometimes you just couldn't afford to be very sporting.
Amura walked up to the side of the animal and released it from her charm. It instantly bolted and less than a second later Amura chased after it. Amura was desperately hungry and the doe was weak. Of course, she caught up with it quickly, and leapt. Amura's pounce landed her right behind the animal's neck and she grappled it powerfully. In one quick motion, she pulled it to the ground and snapped its spine. Its head was pulled back revealing the animal's tender neck. Growling, Amura ripped its throat out. Drinking the warm blood, she sank her teeth into its flesh.
She was so utterly hungry that she couldn't help herself; Amura tore at the animal without a hint of civility. She roared masterfully and swallowed the bloody meat. Later, her meal done, and the animal almost completely used up, Amura settled herself in the grass, and licked her reddened claws. Some hours later, she continued her meal, and by nightfall, she could eat no more. Her belly full, Amura slept.
The following day, Amura stretched herself and yawned, she would have to leave what little remained of the meal to scavengers because she had to be moving on. She took the time to make a simple skirt out of deer-hide. By the following day, she reached the outskirts of town, and an actual road. This far from civilization they knew a little about her race, and she wasn't expected to wear a shirt, but still got several curious looks.
It took Amura a long time to find Chenoa's dwelling, but when she got there, she was told that the person who lived in that room was imprisoned. Disbelieving, Amura went to the justice office. She walked into the building and aroused several glances. The place was claustrophobic and the stone floor was cold against her feet. She went to the desk and had no trouble getting the attention of the officer waiting there.
"Can I help you?" he asked dubiously.
Amura smiled in a way that she hoped would ease him, but it only seemed to frighten him. She decided not to show her teeth too much from now on. "I am looking for a friend of mine" Amura answered, "I was told that she is being held here.
He raised an eyebrow questioningly, "what's her name?"
"Chenoa Lagotinus" She replied.
He checked his book. "Yes she is here, and unless you have a lot of money hidden on you, she won't be leaving very soon"
Amura was taken aback by his answer, "Can I see her?" she asked.
The man shrugged and called to another officer.
The officer kept giving Amura's body sidelong glances as he led the way down to the cellblock. There she found her friend chained to the wall of a dirty cell. Chenoa was a beautiful fox-girl with pure white fur that turned black as it reached her paws; technically her race was called the Kanin. Right now, she was hard to recognize, her luxurious fur was dirty and she looked terrible. She seemed to brighten up when Amura entered the room though.
"Oh dear" Amura said caressing the girl's dirty cheek, "what on earth happened?"
Chenoa actually smiled. "Well, it's almost funny really" she answered.
Amura couldn't see how that was possible.
"You see" Chenoa continued, "As you know, I was training to be a warrior. Well, a week or so ago I was pulling night duty as a guard. I was really tired so I propped myself up against the wall, and I guess I fell asleep. All I know is that when I woke up, the door to the armory was ajar. I didn't see anything missing, so I shut the door and went back to my post. I was at home when they arrested me. Apparently, they think that I stole some expensive sword from the armory. They won't believe that I just didn't notice the real thieves. Plus they said that my footprints are the only ones there, which just isn't possible."
"Anyway, one thing led to another and they told me I would have to return the weapon or pay for it. Even if I did have the stupid thing I couldn't get to it from here, and as for paying the fine, it's hard to make much money when you are chained to a wall. Not that I haven't made some money... The point is I still owe like 800 pieces of silver. Could you please find a way to collect more money?"Her wide eyes and drooped ear gave her the look of a sad puppy.
Amura sighed. "I'll see what I can do, but the only thing I have is this bracelet and I don't think it's worth a whole lot."
"Thanks" Chenoa said, "I would really appreciate it."
Amura growled softly, "I'll be back as soon as I can." Amura left the office feeling uncertain but first things first. She needed to find a tradesman.
Luckily for Amura, she found a trade house with minimal trouble. She entered the building, and even though it wasn't especially big, it was much more inviting than the justice office. She took a moment to look at all of the interesting goods, and tried to get some idea of what kind of equipment she would need later on. Amura walked up behind a girl and before she even thought about it, she leaned forward and smelled the girl's hair. The girl turned around, startled.
"Excuse me!" she uttered.
"You smell pretty," Amura said.
The girl was unable to talk for a few seconds..."Uh, thanks I guess" she finally replied. The girl had finally gotten a chance to get over her initial surprise but she still didn't know how to react. Amura could tell she was both shocked and aroused by her presence.
Amura broke her from the trance, "I have something I want to sell, who should I talk to?"
"Oh! I can help you, just come over here. I'm Nami, by the way." The girl walked over to a bench and Amura followed.
"Okay, what have you got?", Nami Inquired. Amura removed her worn golden bracelet, and set it on the bench.
The girl looked at it carefully, studying the craftsmanship of the piece. "Do you know what this is worth?" she asked.
"Not really" Amura answered.
After studying it a bit more and taking a thorough estimate, Nami looked up, "I would be willing to give you ..."689 silver pieces, for it."
Amura gasped but managed to hold her composure. "Okay" she said, "that sounds fair." After receiving the funds, Amura realized she had no way to pocket the coins. While struggling to keep the mound of silver in her paws, she made a mental note to obtain a satchel as soon as possible.
Seeing the problem, Nami reached under the bench.
"Here," the girl pulled out a leather article. "For being such a good customer, you can have this for free." Holding a leather strap of a pouch, she urged Amura to take it. Amura dropped her currency inside.
"Let me help you put it on". Amura stood still as Nami reached down and pulled the belt around her waist. When she was done, the girl stood back with a smile. Amura didn't know how to thank her exactly because customs seemed to be very different here. Deciding on simplicity, Amura simply rubbed cheeks with her and purred affectionately. Seeming to understand, Nami returned the gesture with a smile,"You're welcome."
When leaving the store, Amura noticed Nami was watching her closely.
"Come back soon". Somehow, Amura sensed that there was an underlying meaning there. She didn't have time to ponder such matters right now though; Chenoa needed help. Amura made her way to the justice office again.
Once she had made it back to the justice office, she told the guard that she had some money to pay off her friend's debt. The guard told her that she would have to settle the matter with the owner of the stolen sword. Amura got directions and headed toward the owner's residence. The man lived in a small manor outside of town. Amura met a guard at the front door.
"Who are you?" demanded the soldier, a scowl hardened by years of practice, overtook his features.
*He certainly is in a cheerful mood*, Amura thought sarcastically. "I've come to pay off a fine for the release of my friend Chenoa," Amura answered.
The guard looked at her dubiously. "Any friend of that thieving dog Chenoa must be a thief herself," he answered matterf-factly. He then proceeded to look past her as if her presence no longer was worth his time.
I ought to tear him limb from limb, and save his face for a scarecrow! She thought these things, but settled for a snarl.
The guard just laughed. "Ha, is the little kitty's fur ruffled. Go back to your vagabond friends and leave me alone."
Enraged, Amura leapt at him, throwing him to the ground. The guard tried to raise his sword, but Amura wrenched his wrist to the side. She could feel the bones in his forearm shift and at the same time, there was a sickening crack.
"AGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
She didn't know anyone could yell quite that loud. The list of curses he was directing at her, made her realize that she had gone a little out of control. Amura stepped back to get her bearings straight, only to be seized by a team of guards. The fear in their eyes was evident.
"Did you see that, she grabbed sergeant Thorn's arm and snapped it like nothing." One of the guards said in awe. The men were not so much restraining Amura as leading her. None had a particular wish to anger her.
Amura didn't really resist as they hauled her into the castle. Once inside she was shackled and the owner of the castle, a count by the name of Warrington, came to see what the commotion was.
"What is with all the ruckus at this fine hour of the morning?" Count Warrington asked in his regal dialect. Rings adorned several of his fingers, their rare jewels shining in the morning light. A red velvet cape was draped over his shoulders as well, but it did nothing to hide his battle scarred armor, and toned body. He had seen war in his time, and most likely had the scars to prove it.
Somewhere in the background, sergeant Thorn was cursing a monk who tried to straighten out his arm. Amura didn't really feel sorry for him, anger still burned within her from his previous statements.
A guard explained the situation to Warrington.
Count Warrington nodded, and then walked over to Amura. "I know that most of the people around here would like to break sergeant Thorn's arms and legs if given half a chance, but I am interested in why you came all the way here so you could do it yourself. Tis quite a bit of effort to go through just for him."
Amura felt relieved at Warrington's disregard for the sergeant, and proceeded to explain her reasons.
Warrington listened carefully and then asked her how much money she had obtained.
Meekly, Amura answered, "I have only 689 imperial silvers".
Warrington graciously accepted the payment and said, "You may be able to make the rest of the money working here at the castle. But, beautiful creature that you are, I am now one guard short, so I would appreciate it if you would take over the rest of sergeant Thorn's shift." Amura happily complied.
After twelve hours of guard duty, Amura understood why Thorn was so cranky. It was utterly boring to stand in one spot all day. Besides, it seemed more of a punishment than a job. There were plenty of other guards, and they spent most of their time keeping an eye on her. When her shift was finally over, she headed to the room that a maid by the name of Millie had given to her for the night. The room was splendid; it had a huge bed with silk sheets, a finely crafted fireplace with a roaring fire already burning brightly in it, and a large window with an amazing view of the castle grounds.
She unclasped the hooks on her guard uniform and sat the armor and sword in the corner. Then she took off the skirt that they had given her to wear. She sat in front of the fireplace, completely nude as she proceeded to groom her fur. While cleaning her arm, she heard the door open.
Warrington was utterly shocked to find a naked tiger woman lying in front of his fireplace. When she jumped up and hid in the corner he spoke, "As pleasant as it may be, I would like to know what you are doing in my room."
Still hiding in the corner she said, "This is my room, Millie said that I could sleep in the spare room that was three doors down the hall."
"Yes, be that as it may, but Millie lives on the second floor. You my confounded friend are currently on the third floor."
Amura rushed to the window. Her eyes traced the outer wall. *One, two, three... Yep third floor. I wonder if I can talk my way out of this without looking like a total idiot.* She stood silent for a moment before turning to him. "Umm", she put her fingertips to her lip, inadvertently revealing her breasts, *too late to avoid looking like an idiot now.*
Warrington stopped her, "It's perfectly fine with me if you stay. I severely doubt that you would like to sleep on a cold stone floor anyway." He raised his eyebrows. Her only reply was a smile. "That is what I thought. Now if you don't mind, I would like to get some sleep. It has been a very long day."
Amura was overwhelmed by this kind gesture especially after she had nearly killed one of his guards, and then stolen his room. As Warrington removed his armor she wondered how someone so charitable had decided to imprison Chenoa. By the time Amura got up the courage to ask him about Chenoa, he was already in bed trying to sleep.
Amura finally blurted it out, "why did you arrest Chenoa. She didn't steal anything."
Forcing his lidded eyes to open, Warrington looked over to her, "I doubt that she stole the sword either. However, there was too much evidence against her. In addition, Sergeant Thorn's eyewitness report of her carrying a sword across the courtyard simply made it impossible to let her off. I actually believe that Thorn might be the one responsible, but this is an Imperial outpost. We have laws to follow, and there isn't any solid proof to back up that theory."
Amura accepted his answer, though she only responded with silence. The fire began to flicker low, as cold overcame the room. Shivering slightly, Amura climbed under the sheets next to Warrington. He lay sound asleep next to her. Confused, and pining for comfort, Amura curled up against him. She felt so alone since leaving her home. Amura had no idea how Chenoa cold stand being chained up in a cell all day. *I wouldn't be able to take it. Eventually I would just crack*.
Meanwhile, Chenoa sat on the cold stone floor of her cell. She could not lay flat because the chain was too short. The only sound was that of her shackle being intermittently tapped against the wall. In her isolation, sound was the only thing she was allowed to control. Her body was trapped here, but she could make all the racked she wanted. *Come on Amura, you better be hurrying up with that money*.
When Amura started running her hands across his chest, Warrington realized that she was interested in more than sleep. He looked into her eyes, those deep azure orbs seemed to penetrate his very soul.
"I have always found the Catrai to be beautiful beyond description."
Amura gave him a seductive smile and climbed on top of him. She leaned forward and kissed him long and hard. Then she sat upon his chest and allowed him to fondle her breasts while she brought her hands down to her vagina. Amura slowly ran her fingertip up and down her labia. Once she was warmed up sufficiently she began to probe inside her wet pussy. Small purring sounds escaped her throat when Warrington cupped her breasts in his hands. Amura began licking her tits, paying close attention to her nipples. When she tasted milk on her tongue, she leaned forward and let Warrington drink what flowed from her breasts. While he was drinking her milk, Amura slid her tail behind her and wrapped it around his already rigid cock.
Once Warrington had finished with her breasts, she turned around to let him taste her pussy. As he licked her, Amura got in a sixty-nine position to inspect his equipment. Amura was pleased by what she found and she exclaimed, "You must be the size of my cousin Catherine's pet tiger, his cock was a little over seven inches."
"Yeah well wait until I get it inside of you, I promise it will be much more pleasant than my tongue."
"All in good time, baby" Amura said as she took his shaft in her hand, "first I need to get a better look." Warrington just groaned in reply as he felt her tongue flick across the head of his cock. Amura ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, before she settled on holding it in her mouth while she teased his balls with her hands. Warrington's pussy-licking was getting to her and she knew she would be ready fairly soon. The stripes on her left arm began to emit a soft blue light.
She let his cock slide from her mouth so she could move her pussie out of his reach; she wanted him inside her when she started to orgasm.
She looked behind her and asked him, "are you man enough to fuck a tigress"
Warrington just replied, "I guess you're about to find out." He then sat up and grabbed her waist in his hands while Amura got into position with her back toward him.
Once she was ready, Amura lowered herself, impaling her body on his cock. The sensation of his cock inside of her, immediately caused her to orgasm. The more powerful her orgasm became, the brighter the stripes on her arm shone. Soon the entire room was swathed in blue light. "Aghh, harder Warrington" Amura shrieked before her voice was overcome by a roar.
The roaring of his partner, only excited Warrington more. He got a firm grip on her waist and then started to pull her down onto his cock.
Amura was overcome with animalistic passion; one of her hands was busy caressing her breasts while the other ran wildly across her body. Her breathing was coming out in hitched gasps, and she grabbed Warrington's arm with her free hand as he continued to drive his shaft into her wildly orgasming cunt.
Warrington was nearing his limit, but he was determined to make it last longer. He had no idea that the Catrai could become so wild in bed. After a couple more minutes, he knew it would be futile to try holding out any longer.
"Get ready beautiful, I'm about to cum." Amura, though not so refined, answered, "When it comes to sex, Catrai are always ready."
Straining, Warrington started to pulse within her. Hot jet of his semen rushed forth as he bit down on Amura's shoulder; as expected, it drove her wild. He thought her gyrations might break the bed.
"Fuck MEEEE!" Amura screamed as he unloaded into her. She was so wound up at that point that every burst of his cum felt like lava against the walls of her pussy. She was still orgasming when he lifted her off him to lie by his side. Amura nuzzled his neck as her sated purrs resounded in his ear. She had just curled up next to him when a maid opened the door.
"Is everything alright?" the maid inquired.
"Yes Millie every thing's just fine," Warrington waved her away.
Upon sighting Amura's nude form, Millie gasped, "so sorry sir". After bowing out of the room, she skittered down the hall.
"Amura." Warrington spoke, holding her body in the crook of his elbow.
"What is it?"
"Consider your friend Chenoa's debt paid off."
Amura gave him a sweet smile and a soft purr escaped her throat as she curled up to sleep next to him.
2
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Chenoa's Release
Morning brought a new light to matters. The moment the door to the justice office opened, Amura was waiting. She walked through the building, with a determined gait. The tigress's dark hair flowed behind her, a thundercloud. She gave her notarized certificate to the officer in charge. After some minor difficulties, she was led down to the dungeon again.
"You want to get out?" Amura teased, spinning the key around her finger. Chenoa's smile beamed on her friend as the door was unlocked.
The guard present, unhooked the chain Chenoa's shackle, but couldn't find the tool to remove the shackle itself.
"Ah, screw it!" Chenoa exclaimed, "just lemme outta' here".
In the office, they finalized the reports, then the tigress, and vixen walked out the doorway. Laughing happily, the friends left the prison. Inside, a red-haired Kanin looked on. As they faded into the distance, she thought deeply, *Amura, you had better be as powerful as they say, else you wish to perish.*
Upon their exit, Amura realized something terrible. Chenoa had been evicted from her room, and they were penniless. *We are royally screwed*. Chenoa fiddled with the shackle around her neck from time to time, but she actually said that she had gotten used to it and wasn't particularly in a rush to get it removed. They finally sat down on a park bench to discuss things more thoroughly.
Chenoa said she had a secret stash of equipment somewhere and it should be their first priority.
"Listen" Chenoa said, "I'll just run up and get the stuff. You can explore the town while I'm gone." Amura agreed and Chenoa quickly set off.
Amura did explore the town, but she eventually ended up back at the trade house. She found Nami the trader-girl out back peeling potatoes. She instantly brightened up when she saw Amura.
"Hi, do you need something?"
"Yeah" Amura answered. "I need to find a job."
Nami thought for a moment. "I'll give you five pieces of silver if you help me with these potatoes." Amura didn't have to think about it long. When you didn't have anything to your name except for a free satchel and a free skirt, five imperial silvers was a lot. Amura sat down to help and they struck up a conversation. Afterwards, the girl took her on a tour of the town.
It was getting late and there was no sign of Chenoa. Under advice that it wasn't safe to sleep in the street, Amura asked, "Is there any place in town I can stay at for five silvers?"
The girl giggled, "not likely, but tell you what, tonight you can stay at my place. We can search for your friend in the morning." Seeing it as a good choice, Amura agreed.
They arrived at the girl's place, and Amura found that it was composed of a single room but was still nice. While the girl stoked a fire, Amura slid out of her meager clothing and lay out on the rug. Amura began to groom herself and noticed that the girl was staring at her.
"Is there something wrong?" Amura asked.
"Oh no" Nami responded, a little embarrassed "I was just wondering if you would mind if I undressed too?" Amura shrugged as if it didn't concern her, and girl took that as a yes. Amura found she was watching as Namil got out of her heavy clothing. She was a lot older than she looked, Amura would have to guess about 19. When the girl was completely nude, she stood shivering with the reflections of the firelight enhancing the look of her supple form. The girl quickly went to the bed and slid under the covers, but the blankets were obviously cold too.
"Amura?"
"Yes?"
"Could you get under the covers with me to keep me warm?"
To Amura that sounded like a perfectly reasonable request, so she got up and climbed onto the bed. As Amura lay down getting comfortable, she felt the girl move up closer and press their bodies together intimately. Amura was face to face with the girl as they wrapped their arms around each other. Her body was indeed cold against Amura's fur. Amura embraced her, letting her body heat protect the smaller female. Breasts pressed together, Amura hooked her leg around the girl's thigh. Amura licked the girl's cheek "goodnight my friend."
Sometime in the dead of night, Amura sensed a person entering the room.
"Hi" Chenoa whispered tiredly. Amura just purred softly, clutching the sleeping girl. "Mind if I join you?' Chenoa asked. Amura simply wagged her finger invitingly, and Chenoa climbed softly into the bed. The two of them lay with the sleeping girl between them, and slowly drifted to sleep, a pleasant tangle of fur and female bodies.
In the early morning, Amura was feeling quite well rested. As much as she hated to leave the warm bed, she needed to get up. Amura slid out of the girl's embrace and petted Chenoa's cheek as she stood. Once she was free from the covers, Amura stretched herself out fully and yawned. After getting herself organized, Amura noticed that the girl was waking up.
"Uh..." the girl mumbled. She reached around and felt Chenoa's warm arm on her shoulder, "Who's this?" she finally asked. Chenoa was starting to wake as well when Amura answered.
"My friend Chenoa, it seems that she found me."
Chenoa giggled, "Yeah and I found a little kitten too", Chenoa licked Nami's cheek and the girl smiled sleepily
"Oh, that's nice" she murmured, as she closed her eyes and seemed to fall asleep again. Amura just smiled.
They spent most of the day searching the town and trying to get information on where one could get training or become an apprentice. Unfortunately, this was more of an industrialized area and there was nobody in town that could help them. The only people who offered training were the Imperials, but they didn't have much in the way of sorcery training, which was what Amura was looking for. Chenoa had worked for them before, but after her recent debacle, she was not inclined to return just yet.
They had little equipment, (Chenoa's stash had ended up being empty) but Chenoa was sure that they would be able to rectify the situation somehow. Amura still had her satchel of coins, and the short skirt that Warrington had let her keep. Chenoa was now wearing Amura's deerskin loincloth and still had a shackle around her neck. Chenoa's shackle jingled as she walked, but Amura did her best to ignore the irritating sound.
The only useful information that they obtained were rumors of a town due east that might offer services for adventurers. Chenoa decided to check out some other people she knew in town and Amura went to speak with Warrington. She got a knowing look from Millie when she entered Warrington's bedchambers. He told her the same information she had already heard, but reinforced it with the fact that he knew some people who had come from there. When Amura and Chenoa got back together, they decided that traveling east was probably the best choice.
Amura looked at the sky, it was dark again. They would have to spend one more night in town. *Surely, the girl from the trade house wouldn't mind*. Upon visiting the girl's room, they found her utterly ecstatic about the thought of them staying one more night.
"Yes, of course you can stay. I actually thought you had already left. If I had the chance I would come with you, but with my job and all I just can't leave right now." Amura kissed the girl's forehead in thanks, silencing her
They got undressed and after some joking around, decided it was time to go to bed. As the girl lay down, Chenoa whispered an idea in Amura's ear. Amura agreed that it was an excellent plan.
Amura climbed in next to the girl and smiled. "Chenoa and I have decided that we don't want to impose, so as payment for staying the night we will give you something few human girls have ever experienced. We of the Catrai simply call it a bath though."
Before the girl even realized what was going on, Amura and Chenoa had climbed over her and were licking their way across her body. Amura knew that the combination of her rough tongue and Chenoa's smooth one would truly excite the girl.
Amura worked her way around the girl's petite breasts and felt her shiver. Amura then worked up to a nipple and twirled her tongue around it before taking it into her mouth and softly sucking on it. The girl was no longer just shivering; she was literally trembling with arousal. Amura reluctantly abandoned the girl's breast and worked her way up her neck. Amura cleaned the girl's face with long catlike licks, then moved to her mouth and gave her a gentle kiss. The girl kissed back and they met passionately. While Amura tasted the girl's tongue, she noticed that Chenoa was licking her way up the girl's inner thigh very temptingly. Amura worked her way back down the girl's throat, and then she licked her way across the girl's chest until she reached the girl's other nipple. As Amura sensuously suckled the girl's tit, Chenoa flicked her tongue across the girl's vulva. In response, the girl arched her back pressing her breast fully against Amura's mouth. Amura sucked the girl's breast and lightly bit the nipple. The girl was so overwhelmed that pearls of sweat had covered her skin, and she was moaning as she clawed at the sheets. Seconds later, the girl shuddered as her body was wracked with a fiery orgasm.
Time seemed to fade as they delved into animal passion.
It was late in the morning when Amura woke. Much as she hated it, they had to be moving on. Amura said a grateful goodbye to the girl, and then gathered her meager possessions.
The trip was uneventful boing even, as they spent the entire first day walking. They rested and continued traveling in the morning. By day three, Amura was getting tired of walking but as things were, they didn't have any way of obtaining a mount. Just as Amura was thinking this, Chenoa called to her.
"Hey, look at that" Chenoa said in an almost predatory way.
Amura looked ahead and was surprised to see a horse. It was definitely feral, so actually using it as a mount wasn't going to be easy. Nevertheless, it was an excellent opportunity. To avoid startling the horse, Amura made her way very carefully toward it. As she slinked behind a rock, Amura kept her eyes locked on the horse. The animal was brown with a blackish mane running down his neck. A quick glance below his belly verified that he was a well-endowed male.
Amura was flat on the ground within 30 yards of the horse, when she decided that she was close enough to try a charm spell on the horse. Her eyes shone with a blue fire as she chanted the spell. Tendrils of light drifted from her hands and curled around the horse as the spell started to take effect. Amura was almost finished with the spell when Chenoa walked into view. The sudden appearance of Chenoa startled the horse enough that he broke free from the spell and bolted toward the hillside.
Amura cursed and took off after the horse. However, it soon became apparent that she wouldn't be able to outrun it on two legs. Amura stopped for a moment and changed into her tigress form. Once the transformation was done, she followed the horse on her swift but silent feline paws. She was quickly gaining ground, but the horse seemed even more upset by the fact a full-grown tigress was now following him. The horse began to run through the trees trying to shake his pursuer. Amura was getting out of breath but she was almost close enough to grab him. After running nearly three miles, the horse made a desperate leap over the river. Luckily for Amura, he landed short. The horse slumped in defeat as the river pulled him down. Amura knew that if she didn't hurry, the horse would be swept under the water. She swam out, but it sunk before she was in reach. Amura dove under the surface and got a grip on the animal's neck. Moments later, she dragged the horse to shore.
Once it realized that it wasn't drowning, the horse began to kick and struggle. Amura lay on top of the horse's belly, to keep it still. Even though he was on his back and helplessly seized around the neck by Amura's jaws, the animal wasn't about to give up without a fight. Amura had never seen such a spirited animal; she now knew how he had escaped her charm spell so easily. She knew of a stronger spell but she would have to be mating with him for it to work. With her jaws around his throat, she began to mutter the spell through a mouthful of fur.
She knew that the spell was beginning to take effect when the horse began to calm down, but she didn't dare let loose the grip she had on his neck. The spell was supposed to make him erect, but a look behind her determine that he was too large for her to take. As his penis throbbed against her pussie, Amura tried to remember the words of a transformation spell for horses.
When the spell finally came to her, the horse was so desperate for relief that he was thrusting forward against her vulva trying to gain entrance. The broad tip of his member was wet with pre-cum and his constant thrusting was exciting Amura intensely. Amura began casting a spell that would turn the horse into a lion, but it was taking a long time to say with her mouth full. The horse's mane was getting deeper and his fur had become very soft but his body was still that of a horse and his frantic thrusting was beginning to hurt.
Amura knew she wouldn't be able to finish the spell before the horse seriously injured either himself or her. She desperately concentrated on changing his penis first. The horse's penis began to get wider at the base and spines formed at the tip where it tapered. As the horse's member began to change shape, Amura felt him start to penetrate her. Then all of a sudden, he rammed about a foot of his cock deep into Amura. She moaned and arched her back, not only was the horse's cock still huge but there were also hundreds of feline-like spines at the tip of it.
The pleasurable shock of it caused Amura to lose her concentration thereby stopping the transformation halfway through. Amura knew that the charm spell would finish once they had mated so she just hung on for the ride. Even though she was no longer casting the spell, the horse-lion was still making minor transformations. She knew that his rod was becoming more tapered because he was beginning to ride her faster and deeper. The most noticeable change was in his fur. His fur faded to a dark ebony color while his mane, tail, and underbelly became an orange-ish red that looked like flame as the fur shimmered in the light.
The animal was wild and uncontrollable as he drove his rod into the tigress. Soon the sensations became too much for Amura and she bit down tasting blood as an orgasm slammed into her. Amura gave an orgasmic roar as she reached her zenith. The horse-lion was sent over the edge as her pussie tightened around him during her orgasm. He began to cum hard, filling Amura with semen until she overflowed. He continued to thrust, as he was orgasming. With every thrust, more cum leaked from Amura's pussie and splashed between her legs. By the time that he stopped, he had splashed over a gallon of cum on them.
Amura took a moment to catch her breath as his penis slid out of her. She felt pleasantly full and it was warm and wet where their bodies pressed together. Amura rolled off the horse and spread her legs to clean her fur. As she cleaned the semen from her inner thighs, Amura was surprised to find that rather than tasting horse cum, she tasted lion cum.
"Delicious" she said softly as she began to lap it up. Once Amura was finished, her fur was fresh and clean with no trace that it had been otherwise. Amura looked at the horse-lion's dripping cock and cum-soaked belly; she licked her lips. Looking to the side she and saw that Chenoa had found them.
"Perfect" Chenoa said, "I was just getting hungry".
Amura and Chenoa fell upon the horse-beast lapping hungrily at the liquid still dripping from his cock. The animal's penis instantly became rigid. Chenoa made little moans, while lapping rapidly to get as much as she could. Soon Chenoa's face was dripping wet with semen, and her fingers were probing deeply into her pussy. Amura kissed her deeply and tasted the wild flavor of lion cum on her lips. Amura changed back to her normal form then she licked Chenoa off to an orgasm. Once Chenoa had been sated, they sat face to face with the animal's cock between them. Amura and Chenoa laughed and petted each other as they rubbed their breasts and pussies against the rigid feline cock. It didn't take long for the animal to orgasm with them fondling him relentlessly. He ejaculated powerfully soaking both of the girls from head to toe. They lay on the riverside happily licking each other clean. When finally they were done and neither one could find a single drop left, they leaned towards each other in another delightful kiss, licking and cleaning each other's faces. Almost regretfully, Amura kissed Chenoa on the lips and stood up.
"We need to get going," she stated. Amura climbed up on the horse and Chenoa hopped up behind her. "Alright" Amura said, "let's go." She enticed the horse to go forward and they began moving at a steady gait.
"What should we name him?" Chenoa asked as they rode.
"I think Ember would be a perfect name," Amura said as she ran her fingers through the horse's fiery mane. Chenoa smiled. "Me too" she answered.
They continued their journey, and soon closed in on an old wagon. The wagon was severely damaged and it appeared that someone had hurriedly abandoned it.
Further travel showed more signs of a number of people making a hasty retreat. Eventually, they entered the remains of a small town. The whole place was destroyed and held an ominous feeling to it. Amura pulled on the reigns to stop the horse, and then took a closer look around.
"Something awful has happened here," Chenoa noted. Amura narrowed her eyes, something had indeed happened here. It did worry her that there was no sign of life anywhere. In fact, it didn't look like anybody had been here for a long time. This wasn't a well-traveled road by any means, but someone should have crossed by here occasionally.
The two women dismounted and inspected the area. It didn't take long before it became apparent that this place wasn't safe. Amura's tail twitched nervously, and Chenoa seemed to be similarly perturbed.
Chenoa reached down and picked up a sturdy stick. "I don't like this at all..." she said quietly. Amura extended her claws slightly, as she totally agreed with her friend on this matter.
A shriek broke the silence, and there was movement from the shadows. Amura growled low in her throat and focused intently on the area.
Suddenly, a shiny piece of metal shot outwards from the darkness. Amura was still trying to figure out what it was, when Chenoa swung her stick around deflecting the thing.
"Watch yourself!" Chenoa barked, and Amura nodded. Amura had never been in combat before, but Chenoa had, so she was prepared to do whatever Chenoa asked.
A ghastly being stepped forward and Chenoa gripped her stick tightly. Amura took a step back, trying to discern what the being was. It was clothed in some gray cloth and had a strange distorted face. It pulled out a blade, and rushed at them.
Amura watched in awe as Chenoa somehow deflected the thing's weapon with her stick. They broke and came at each other again, but Amura feared that her friend wasn't going to win this fight alone. While the two of them fought, Amura strafed around to come up behind the thing.
She saw an opening and leapt at the thing grappling it across the shoulder. While it tried to regain its balance, she leaned forward and sank her teeth into its neck.
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bled me was the fact that Mike had his hand a little low on Kassy's back, but at the angle from the screen I really couldn't tell." Devon said as he stood up from sitting on the bed.
"What you didn't notice mate was her eyes rolling back into her head and that only happens on a few spots on a renamon's body, and one of them is at the base of the tail." Kithira said as she headed for the room door only to be stopped by Devon's hand on her tail.
"You mean like this." Said Devon as her rubbed the base of her tail and lower back.
"Yes, exactly." Replied Kithira as she started to murr contentedly.
"I didn't know that renamon purred." Devon said smiling.
"In away we do, now stop that we have to get to Denver." Kithira responded brushing his hand away.
"Sounds like Kassy has chosen Agent Stevens as a mate, if you ask me." Devon said reaching around her to open the bedroom door.
"If she has then I will not interfere with her decision, it wouldn't be right for me to tell her whom she can choose as a mate." Kithira said as she stepped through the door into the main part of the suite finding it empty.
"They're out in the truck waiting on us, I bet." Devon said.
"Then lets get out there and get back on the road to Denver." Kithira replied heading for the suite door and opening it.
Outside everyone is standing at the back of the truck waiting for Devon and Kithira to come out of the suite.
"About time you two finished, any longer and I would have come charging in." Dax said jokingly.
"So was it the agent you remembered from the academy?" Lisa asked looking at Kithira.
"Yes, and he has agreed to meet with us somewhere else besides Hypnos Command. First we need to get to Denver and then be at BBQ From Scratch restaurant at 5 pm." Kithira said.
"I know that restaurant. They have real good bar-b-que and down home cooking, expensive to." Dax said as he climbed into the camper after Rayne.
"Good then when we get to Denver you can drive." Hollered Deb as she walked toward the drivers door followed by Achilles.
"I got shotgun." Hollered Lisa heading for the passengers door followed by Cole.
"Well looks like we're regulated to the camper again. Guess they don't like my driving." Said Devon as he held the camper door open for Kithira to climb in before climbing in himself and pulling the door closed behind him.
Within minutes they are back on the freeway heading south for Denver.
Unit #2 Denver Colorado, 6 am Mountain time
In the gateway chamber used for returning captured digimon to the digital world the security computer received an encrypted pass code.
On the screen:
Incoming transmission
Code: Alpha Omega 9666988 authenticated
Firewall deactivated
Gateway active all ports open
Security cameras and alarms deactivated
In seconds a digital field forms and figures start to appear walking out of the field.
"Capture all humans you find, and release all digimon that are useful." Ordered Anxerxes as he stepped over to the computer terminal and started entering codes.
Anxerxes in seconds pulled up the security cameras on one of the two monitor screens in front of him and watched as his troops began to systematically work their way through the base. On the other monitor he opened multiple windows with everything from controlling the security doors to shutting down the communication network to Hypnos Command in Colorado Springs just some 70 miles to the south. In another window he opened containment cells and wings letting the captured digimon free, and in another he changed the security codes for the bases main armory; locking it so no one could get into it.
In the security control for unit #2 6:02 am.
"Commander Edwards, something is wrong with the cameras, I just lost all of them!" Exclaimed Sargent Davis, as he worked the controls trying to restore the picture.
"Did you try changing the feed?" Asked Commander Edwards as he put his book down that he was reading on his desk and got up and walked over to the Sargent's desk.
"First thing I tried, the controls are not working." Said Sargent Davis as his monitor went blank and then displayed "Terminal Locked Out" message as Commander Edwards stepped up behind him.
"Shit! Now I'm locked out!" Sargent Davis exclaimed throwing his hands into the air.
"Call maintenance and get them up here right now. Put the unit on alert and call Hypnos Command and inform them what's going on." Ordered Edwards.
Picking up the phone Sargent Davis hits the speed dial for Hypnos Command and hears nothing when he puts the receiver to his ear. Trying again he gets the same result.
"Commander, the phones are dead also." Sargent Davis said looking up at the him.
Reaching pass the sargent, Commander Edwards hits the panic button that tells all personal to get to their emergency stations and nothing happens.
"Shit! Get geared up Sargent!" Hollered Edwards as he rushed over to the security offices small gun locker and unlocked it and grabbed one of the new digitizing guns designed to send digimon or anything else to the digital world and grabbing a second tossing it to the sargent.
Sargent Davis deftly catches the gun and switches the safety off.
Grabbing his cell phone off the desk Commander Edwards dials the direct line to Hypnos command bypassing the main line and directly to the control room. Putting the ear bud in Edwards is comforted by it ringing then someone answers.
"Main control, identify yourself this is an unsecured line?" The female voice on the other end said.
"This is Commander Edwards security commander for unit #2 we have a alpha one emer-" Is all he gets out as the office door is blasted off of it's hinge's and thrown across the room slamming him back into the armory locker with a nauseating splat. The call disconnected from the blast.
Hypnos Command Center, Colorado Springs. 6:05 Am Mountain time.
Junior agent Smith quickly writes down what she had heard on the phone line before being disconnected and gets up from her desk and carries the report over to senior agent Jones who is the agent in charge of third shift.
"Sir, this call just came in on a unsecured line, what do you make of it?" Agent Smith asked holding the report out for agent Jones to take.
Agent Jones takes the report and reads it.
"Probably some teenager just playing another prank; I wouldn't worry about it happens all the time especially this time of year." Jones said tossing the report on top of all the other ones that had come in since the start of third shift.
"But Sir! This call clearly states an alpha one emergency at unit #2 and from a commander, your not even going to check into it? Smith asked in a louder voice than normal for her.
"Agent Smith, your new here so you don't know about what happened last year; we received the same call from some teen in Denver claiming that hundreds of digimon had escaped from unit #2. Had us running around like chickens with our heads cut off, the agent in charge went as far to call the president and boy did that go over well with her. The end result was Hypnos being made a laughing stock of when it turned out to be a hoax. Just some high school student trying to get out of finals that week, and it worked for a day. Finals are this week in Denver; I know my daughter has been studying all last week for them. I'll check into it, go back to your station." Agent Jones replied.
"Yes, Sir. Hope your daughter passes." Agent Smith said as she turned and walked away.
"Forty seven minutes to shift change. How many more calls will come in before then?" Thought agent Jones as he picked up the report and got up from his desk.
"Hey Tom, mind the store I'm going to bathroom. And check into this report we got from unit #2." Said agent Jones as he tossed the report down on Tom's desk as he walked past.
"Sure thing, and grab me a cup of coffee on the way back." Tom Angeles replied picking up the report to read it.
"Oh boy here we go again another hoax at finals time." Agent Angeles mumbled as he filed the report on the activity log and then dialed the number to the security chief's office at unit #2 only to receive a busy signal before an automated message began playing.
"We're sorry all circuits are busy, please hang up and try your call again later." Said the message as it started to repeat as agent Angeles hung the phone up.
"I'll keep trying until shift change, then it's someone else's problem." Agent Angeles thought to himself as he picked up the next report to add to the activity log.
Somewhere on southbound I-25 in Wyoming 9:45 am.
"So Devon, I was wondering when you're going to revert to your human form?" Dax asked from his seat at the table looking up at Devon in the overhead bed.
"You tell me and we'll both know, that's the same thing Kit and I have been wondering over a month now." Replied Devon as he looked at Kit behind him.
"Well I know your mother looked over the programming in your D-advanced and found nothing wrong with it, and that if I took a look that I might find something she might have missed." Dax said looking bored.
"Why all the sudden interest in Devon's D-advanced?" Kithira asked as she poked her head over Devon looking down at Dax.
"It's general order 123-A; that's worrying me Kit. If anyone at Hypnos found out that he's a hybrid well we both know what would happen." Dax said.
"Besides as far as I'm concerned Devon is part of this team now along with his parents, which makes him family in my book." Dax said glancing at Rayne as she smiled at his words.
"Here, look at it and see what you can find." Said Kit as she tossed Devon's D-advanced down to him.
"It's nice of you to think of me as part of the team." Said Devon smiling as Dax plugged in his D-advanced into the laptop.
"This unit has been together over ten years and it just wouldn't be the same without a Thackry as a member of it." Rayne replied as she looked out the window over the table a tear running down her check as the memories of fallen friends flood her mind.
"Wow the programming on these D-advanced make my D-arc look like child's play." Said Dax as the lines of code slowly scrolled up the screen of the laptop.
"I hear sorrow in your voice, Rayne what's wrong?" Kit asked with a note of worry in her soft voice.
"Just remembering all our friends we have lost over the years because of these jerks that can't live with humans in peace like us." Rayne replied.
"Yeah I know how you feel Rayne, but that's the whole reason this unit was formed to protect both worlds." Kithira replied as she slid over Devon and climbed down from the overhead bunk.
"Boy, do you two remember all the training we had to do before Hypnos sent us out for the first time as a unit?" Dax asked not looking up from the laptop.
"Yeah it sucked, the trainers had no clue half the time and on the other half they actually got right." Rayne replied still looking out the window at the cars and trucks passing them in the speed lane.
"Remember that one trainer that was deathly scared of digimon?" Dax asked with a chuckle.
"Yeah, he wouldn't get within ten feet of a digimon, it didn't matter what type of digimon it was ether." Rayne replied with a weak smile and a giggle.
"Which one was that?" Kit asked looking back and forth at each of them.
"He left Hypnos a couple of months before you and Daryl joined up. Left due to undiagnosed psychological problems that showed up after he had worked there for six months." Responded Rayne with an amused tone in her voice.
"Why do I have a feeling that you had something to do with his problems?" Devon asked as he tried to keep from chuckling.
"Oh, poo. I've been found out. I plead guilty as charged." Said Rayne in a almost southern belle voice causing them all to laugh, with Devon laughing so hard that he rolled out of the overhead bunk and landed on the floor. Causing them all to laugh even harder including Devon.
"And you didn't tell me? What did you do to him?" Dax asked looking up from the laptop.
"I didn't tell you because I wanted to keep you out of trouble if it didn't go as I planned. As for what I did to him I'll never tell." Rayne said as she stuck out her tongue at Dax.
"I'll tell you what you can do with that tongue later and in private." Dax said as he looked down at the screen with a smile on his face.
"I hope it's something kinky." Rayne replied in a sultry voice.
"Alright you two stop the verbal foreplay. Lets talk about something else and not sexual in nature." Devon said as he stood up.
"Well what do we have here." Dax said getting all their attention.
"You find something?" Devon asked as he stepped around to get a clear view of the laptops screen.
"You could say that, I found out why you haven't been able to devolve to your human form." Dax replied as he scrolled back up the screen a dozen lines of code.
"So you going to enlighten us or keep us in the dark waiting for an answer?" Devon asked playfully but serious.
"Here's the problem, because you're a hybrid digimon/human crossbreed your D-advanced isn't recognizing you as being fully ether one and just doesn't have the programming to handle your human psychical characteristics. So you may be stuck as a digimon the rest of your life, but it may be too soon to tell until I can learn more about the coding your mother and the team she worked with on the advanced models." Dax said as he scanned another section of code from the D-advanced into the laptop.
"Great that means that I might as well as go to the digital world and stay there. I'll be damned if I'm going to end up on some table at Hypnos as some experimental test subject." Devon said his tone of voice sounding none too happy.
"That's a little extreme I just need more time to work it out. For all I know I haven't even found the section of code that handles evolving and devolving from one form to another, this section I showed you may be a section that's not even used or even a backup." Dax replied as he went back to looking at the new section that he just scanned.
"Well we better figure out something before we meet agent Stevens this afternoon, the last thing we need is him reporting a hybrid running around free." Devon said as he took a seat.
"There's a reason that we are meeting him at a restaurant instead of Hypnos Command. Like me he doesn't trust Hypnos blindly." Kithira said.
"I take it you had some fun with the darker side of Command, also?" Rayne asked.
"Yes, the ones that really control what goes on at Hypnos. The ones you never see unless you do something really bad and gain their attention to you. I ran into them after I was captured by the firewall years ago." Kithira replied her body shuddering from the memory.
"Same here, after I caused that trainer to quit the academy. They make a war greymon on the war path look like a tame gatomon coughing up a hairball when their mad at you." Rayne said looking scared by the memory of her experience with them.
"So what did they tell you?" Kithira asked looking at Rayne.
"Oh nothing real bad, just that they would ripe my code apart byte by byte until only my mind remained and then rebuild me into what they wanted. One even suggested that they rewrite my core personality and make a sex slave out of me. Talk about a fate worse than deletion." Rayne replied shuddering.
"That's just as bad as what they told me before they let me through the firewall and into a containment cell. I was told to behave or be made a pet for one of them and lead around on a leash. That was before I met Daryl and was partnered with him." Kithira replied.
"Simple scare tactics that they use to make sure wild digimon caught by the firewall cooperate with them. Devon let me see Kithira's D-advanced I want to compare some codes on it to yours and use it as a baseline." Dax said as he unplugged the D-advanced and handed it back to Kithira and held his hand out to Devon for Kithira's D-advanced.
"You're going to compare the two files and look for the differences in the codes hopping that will tell you why I can't resume my human form. Why didn't I think of that before now?" Asked Devon as he pulled out Kithira's D-advanced and handed it to Dax.
"Well I would say it's because you had other things on your mind. But the way you two go at it I would have to say you were thinking with the wrong head and not the one on your shoulders." Said Dax smiling as he hooked Kithira's D-advanced to the laptop.
"Be nice Dax, what mated digimon do in private is not our concern. Anymore than what we do is any of theirs." Said Rayne before Devon or Kithira could respond to Dax's statement.
"Your one to talk Dax, you two have been going at it like rabbits since the day I meet both of you." Retorted Devon smiling.
"Touch'e." Replied Dax as he started comparing the files.
Hypnos Command Center 9:00 am.
Agent Drake walked across the main floor heading for his desk on the way he stopped by the desk of agent Angeles and picked up the last nights activity log for review like he did every morning. As he reached his desk he placed the log book down with his cup of coffee he bought at Starbucks each morning on the way in. Sitting down at his desk agent Drake looks at the big wall size monitors for signs of trouble before leaning forward to open the log book and taking a sip from his coffee.
"Just the same old stuff, nothing new and unusual to check into. At least it's not like last year with that hoax at unit #2. Wonder what ever happened to that kid that called in the hoax?" Thought Drake as he read over the first five log entries. Reaching the sixth entry he almost drops his cup of coffee as he stands up quickly and looks around for agent Angeles.
"Shit! He's gone home already!" Drake exclaims out loud drawing attention from the other agents in the control room.
"Is there a problem Drake?" Chief St. John Asks from the catwalk overhead and behind Drake.
"Yes Sir, there is a serious problem. Last night a call was made to command from unit #2 from security chief Edwards, he called a alpha one emergency according to the logs! I'm wondering why we're still on normal operations as the log doesn't show if it was confirmed or not." Said Drake holding the log up for Chief St. John to see it.
"Call them and check on their status before I call for a lock down." Replied Chief St. John.
"Yes sir, I'm on it." Said Drake as he sat the log book down, picked up a phone and called unit #2.
Two minutes pass before Drake hangs up the phone, and then looks up at Chief St. John.
"They're not answering chief." Drake said as he hung up the phone.
"Try contacting them over the network secure line." Ordered the chief as he walked to the stairs to the lower level.
Drake sits down at his desk and logs in to the system as the chief walks up behind him.
"Trying to connect now sir." Said Drake his fingers flying over the split dual keyboards attached to each arm of his chair.
On the screen in front of Drake, codes are entered and accepted giving him access to the main computer network at unit #2 in Denver. Entering the commands to bring up the security monitors at the unit gives an "access denied" message. Changing tactics Drake tries bringing up individual monitors all over the unit only to receive the same "access denied" message.
"It's no use sir I can't get past the security codes on the cameras there. I can try to reach one of the security stations or anyone there that's signed in." Drake said as he pulled up a list of active computer terminals at unit #2.
"Drake, try anything that gets us in, anything you can think of. We need to find out the status of our people there. Mary get on the phone to the president and inform her of the current situation here." Chief St. John said as he sat down at the nearest desk to Drakes and signed into the system.
"Hold on chief I'm getting a data stream on the security feed from the main security office." Drake said looking over at the chief.
"Put it up on the main screen and speakers." Ordered the chief.
On the main screen the normal picture of the network for the whole country is replaced by the smiling face of a digimon, shocking some of the command staff in the control room.
"Ah, Chief St. John how nice to see you again." Anxerxes said his smile fading to a frown.
"Blake you sick bastard, how did you-" Chief St. John. started to ask but was cut off by Anxerxes.
"Shut up St John, the name is Anxerxes! Here's the way this is going to work. You have 24 hours to turn over to me that interfering bitch Kithira and her team of misfits. Second the U.S military forces and police near unit #2 must leave the area. Also control of the network must be turned over to me by 5 pm! Otherwise I will start releasing all of the captured digimon here onto the streets of Denver. This is the only warning you'll receive, any military or police forces what so ever try to attack this location and I will kill all base personal, also in 24 hours I will kill ten people here every hour until Kithira and her team are delivered to me." Anxerxes said.
"You know I can't do that! I don't have the authority to make those orders and you know it! Besides we have no idea of where agent Kithira and her team are." Replied Chief St. John.
"I don't care what you can or can't do, make it happen or I start killing base personal and let all theses digimon go into the streets of Denver!" Anxerxes said as he cut the video feed.
The control room stayed quite for almost a minute before the chief said anything.
"What you people standing around for get back to work! Get the president on the phone! And check all security controls for the network, firewalls and gateways here at command. Move like you got a purpose!" Shouted the chief as he stormed up the stair to his office.
"Drake! Call in all personal in the area it's going to be a long day!" Said St. John as he slammed his office door shut only to find a file laying on his desk marked urgent read immediately.
Sitting down at his desk and opening the file Chief St. John is not shocked to find the results of Anton Blake's latest DNA test.
Results: human DNA 65% digimon DNA 35% hybrid confirmed.
"Shit! How did that bastard get around all our security for so long and I'm just now finding out about this!" Exclaimed St. John before he took a drink of coffee and his other hand reached for the phone that's line was a direct line to the presidents office.
Agent Stevens car north side of Denver Co. 12:10 pm.
"So Mike where are we going first?" Alex asked from his seat as he poured chocolate syrup into a can of cherry coke.
"I figured we go to the mall and have lunch first and then head over to the place we're meeting agent Kithira. And how in the hell can you drink that?" Mike asked from the driver's seat.
"It's no worse than you drinking that stuff you call coffee with breakfast, besides this tastes like chocolate covered cherries with a fizzy kick, which you won't buy me." Replied Alex as he took a drink of the coke.
"What's a chocolate covered cheery?" Kassy asked from the passenger seat.
"It's a candy that Alex likes, wish mother had never gave him one he's been hooked on them ever since." Mike said as he pulled the car off the freeway.
"It's like the best candy in the entire world! All rolled up in a little ball about the size of my fist." Alex said holding out his fist to show Kassy the size.
"Oh, so it's a food. Maybe I'll get to try it someday." Kassy said as she looked out the window.
"I hope it doesn't do to you what it does to Alex." Replied Mike with a sour look on his face.
"Oh come on Mike I'm not that bad, well at least not like I am with eggs, sausage and pickled peppers." Alex said in his sing song voice.
"No, but it has been worse. That time you ate four servings of dad's chili with beans. And mom made you sleep in the dog house for days before she would let you back in the house." Mike said smiling over at Alex.
"How many times are you going to keep bringing that up?" Said Alex obviously embarrassed as he hid his face.
"Why did she make him sleep in the dog house?" Kassy asked a puzzled look on her face.
"He gets really bad case of gas when I let him eat the wrong things." Mike responded making a sour face and then pinching his nose shut.
"Ok, enough about my body functions you've embarrassed me enough for one day in front of your mate Mike." Alex said in a tone that informed Mike that he had went too far in his joking with Alex.
"Ok, no more teasing I promise." Replied Mike as he pulled the car into a parking spot in the mall and shut the motor off.
"Hey, Mike your phone is flashing that there's a message for you." Alex said as he picked the phone up from the seat holding it up for Mike to take it.
"Oh crap! Hypnos has been trying to get me since ten this morning." Mike said as he opened the phone and dialed the chiefs private line.
The phone rings three times before it's answered.
"St. John this better be good." St. John said as he answered the phone call.
"Hey chief it's agent Stevens, sorry about not call-" is all he can get out before chief St. John cuts him off.
"Calling you? What makes you think I've been calling? Lets see, maybe the ten messages that say CALL WORK ASAP! On them." St. John said in a very loud and tense voice causing Mike to hold the phone away from his ear.
"Ok, hang on I need to switch ears because I can't hear in that ear now. Now what do you need?" Mike asked as he changed ears.
"First where are you?" St. John asked.
"In Denver waiting to meet with agent Kithira." Mike replied.
"Good, here's the situation, sometime this morning Anton Blake took control of unit #2. We don't know yet how he got there from the digital world. Next he's calling himself Anxerxes now and looks like a crossbreed between a daemon and a human. And he has made a list of demands that Hypnos can't give into." St. John said.
"What demands did he make?" Mike asked a worried tone in his voice.
"Oh lets see, complete control over the network for starters. The he wants agent Kithira and her team to give up at unit #2 to him by 8 am tomorrow, and lets not forget all military and police personal to leave the area around unit #2 or he starts killing off the base personal starting at 8 am tomorrow morning. That about covers it." St. John said.
"Well his demands put him in the crazy but not stupid category. I can understand the network demand, with control over it he could bring as many digimon here that he wants to from the digital world. Same goes for the military and police forces, he wants to have a buffer zone between himself and them. But agent Kithira and her team that's what I can't understand." Mike replied.
"Maybe she found out something about Blake in the digital world he doesn't want getting back to Hypnos, your guess is as good as mine, so ask her when you meet with her." St. John said.
"Chief correct me if I'm wrong. I thought that agent Kithira's team was all killed except her?" Mike asked.
"As far as we know her team was reported kia in the digital world months ago." St. John said.
"It appears that Blake believes that they are still alive and here somewhere in this world. Wonder how they've stayed off the radar for so long?" Mike asked.
"They are all trained for seek and destroy, escape and evade. So you figure it out. They're all highly trained and got top marks in their classes." St. John replied.
"What do you want me to do after meeting up with agent Kithira?" Asked Mike somewhat worried.
"Tell her what has happened and tell her as of 12:30 today you are officially assigned to her unit and under her command. The unit's orders are to s&d Anton Blake and any others helping him. Also Anton Blake now falls under general order 123-a and is too dangerous for containment if you have a problem with the s&d order." St. John said.
"Orders understood, but there is a problem sir. I'm not due to meet Kithira until 5pm." Said Agent Stevens worried.
"Fuck! That's yet another bit of bad news I didn't need to hear." growled St. John irritably.
"Well if it's any consolation, agent Kithira usually shows up early or at least she used to when I had her for one of my instructor's at the academy." Agent Stevens replied.
"If you can make contact with her early and then with a little luck and a prayer we'll get out of this pickle we're in." St. John said.
"Unless there's anything else I'll get geared up and go wait for her to show up." Agent Stevens said.
"Oh one last thing if I don't hear from you or someone from the unit by 6 pm the network connection will be cut and the power shut off in attempt to force him out." St. John said before he hung the phone up.
"Shit fire and save a match!" Stevens said as he tossed the phone down on the seat.
"What's wrong Mike?" Alex asked in a worried tone.
For the next fifteen minutes Mike explained everything he was told to Alex and Kassy before starting the car and leaving the mall behind and heading over to the meeting place.
Somewhere south of the Wyoming state line on I-25.
"Here's what I've done, I've compared the programming of both Kit's and Devon's D-advanced and found these differences. On Devon's, it has almost 2 gig more of data which I have been able to account for as his human dna, memories and so on. But I've also found the reason he hasn't reverted to his human form is that for some reason the D-advanced has locked his renomon form as his base form aka his in training form." Dax said as he showed Lisa the data on the laptop through the connecting window between the truck and camper.
"But that can't be right I programmed his base form into the D-advanced when he was still a child." Replied Lisa as she looked over the data.
"What age was he when you programmed the D-advanced the first time for him?" Dax asked.
"Oh five or six I can't remember exactly." Lisa said.
"That's it! You programmed it when he was a small child and not after he hit puberty, that's why the D-advanced is not recognizing his base human form now." Dax said excitedly.
"Do you think that we can fix the programming to allow him to revert to human?" Lisa asked hopefully.
"Not with this laptop I can't, now if I had access to the system at Hypnos I might be able to do it. But that's like walking into the lions den if you ask me." Dax said.
"I heard that!" Achilles said from behind Dax in the camper.
"No offense intended, it's just a human phrase meaning walking into a trap that you know is there." Dax said looking back at Achilles.
"Great, that means without a mainframe system we can't get Devon back to human before meeting with agent Stevens." Griped Lisa from the back seat of the truck.
"That about covers it. But we can pass him off as Cole's son if the question comes up." Dax replied.
"Agent Stevens isn't that stupid. He'll want to know where Devon is, and then ask who the extra digimon is and ask about him." Kithira said next to Lisa.
"How would you know what he'll ask us when we meet him?" Dax asked looking at her quizzically.
"Simple, from the statement St. John gave after Kassy was given citizenship. At this time they know that nether Devon or his mother was sent to the digital world with their house over a month ago, they would have checked. Thus agent Stevens has already looked up Lisa's employee file at Hypnos and has a picture of her and possibly of Devon with him." Kithira said in her no non sense tone.
"Well if it comes to that, we'll just have to tell the truth about Daryl and Devon, me and Cole. Not that I like the possibility of that." Lisa said not to happy about the prospect.
"Agent Stevens is a fair man or at least from what I learned of him in the academy. He won't judge anyone until he has all the facts." Kithira said.
"Well I hope he listens better than some of Hypnos employees did when I was still working there." Lisa replied.
"As long as Kassy is safe, that's all I care about." Kithira said.
"Hey guys, I'm pulling over for Dax to take over driving being he knows where we're going." Devon said from the driver's seat as he pulled the truck over to the side of the freeway and put it in park.
"Oh goodie I get to actually see where we're going for a change." Dax said cheerfully as he nudged Rayne awake.
"Hey a girls sleeping here, what's up?" Rayne asked groggily.
"Time to get up sleepy head our turn up front." Dax replied as he put away the laptop and then headed for the camper door.
"Ah darn, just when that dream was getting good." Said Rayne as she got up from the bed and stretched, then followed Dax out of the camper.
"At least you're not stuck up here in the overhead bunk trying not to puke your guts out." Said Deb as she grabbed a plastic trash bag and held it near her face.
"Ain't my fault you drank too much of Achilles and didn't use protection." Rayne said with a smile as she left the door open for Lisa and Cole to climb in.
"Let's see how you like it when you get pregnant!" Shouted Deb in response to Rayne's remark as Lisa climbed in followed by Cole.
After they start moving again with Dax driving.
"Why do you rise to her taunts?" Asked Cole as he relaxed on the lower bunk with Lisa held close.
"Don't worry about it; it's just a game we play. She teases me about something and I do the same to her at times." Deb responded smirking just before her face began to turn a little green but managed to keep from emptying her stomach yet again.
"I see, then I'll refrain from making comment in the future." Cole said looking down at Lisa.
"I figured with you and Lisa already having two children that you would remember the morning sickness that we pregnant females have." Deb said.
"Oh, yes the morning sickness. Not much different from digimon females, they tend to be moody and withdrawn for a day or two until they lay an egg or two. Then they're back to normal." Cole replied.
"Yes, I remember it all too well, both times." Lisa chimed in as she snuggled against Cole's chest a content smile on her face.
"The truth is, I never thought I could get pregnant with Achilles here, I never considered the possibility until I missed two months of my period." Deb replied.
"Well I already told you about my experience with Cole and that nose of his telling me that I was pregnant before I had figured it out." Lisa said.
"One of the most highly keep secrets by Hypnos is the possibility of humans getting digimon pregnant and vis versa. Hence general order 123-a. That's why I'm worried about Hypnos finding out that I'm pregnant by Achilles." Deb said as she pushed back against Achilles who was laying behind her.
"That order just bothers me, why make an order that would rip families apart?" Lisa asked.
"Hypnos didn't want it public knowledge, mainly to keep the fringe groups mostly on the internet from finding out. They feared if that little known fact got out they'd have every nut job out there demanding to go to the digital world seeking a mate." Deb said.
"That's sad really, think of all the lonely people out there that could have a digimon partner and not know it. Besides the mating aspect of it, that's something that comes with time and love for another besides ourselves." Replied Lisa.
"True, I and Achilles here didn't actually become lovers for almost seven years after we were partnered." Said Deb as Achilles big paw hand affectionately rubbed her belly.
"For me and Cole it was before I finished high school in Spokane when I still lived at my parent's house. Boy did they get a shock finding me and Cole in bed making love one night when they were out eating dinner and returned early." Lisa said almost laughing at the memory.
"So what happened?" Deb asked almost leaping out of the overhead bunk.
"Oh, nothing much just a long lecture about sex from mom and dad. The funny thing was they already knew that me and Cole where lovers before they caught us at it. Never could lie to mom to save my life." Lisa replied chuckling at the last.
"They weren't upset that you had chosen Cole as your mate?" Deb asked.
"No, they weren't happy about it but accepted it as my choice and not theirs. Mom hoped I'd marry a doctor or lawyer or someone like that." Replied Lisa as the truck slowed down and pulled to a stop.
A second later Kithira stuck her head through the connecting window between the truck and camper.
"We're here everyone out." Said Kithira and pulled her head back out of the window.
"Darn! I thought I would get time for a nap." Cole said as he looked down at Lisa.
"You can nap later, let's get our granddaughter back." Said Lisa as she stood up and Deb climbed down from the overhead bunk.
"Now let's not attract too much attention to ourselves while we're in the restaurant." Lisa said as she opened the camper door and hoped out followed by Deb and then their mates.
"Well that's going to be not a problem in this restaurant. It's agent Stevens parents place. They have digimon and trainers here all the time." Kithira said as she walked up with Devon in tow from the passenger side of the truck while Dax and Rayne came from the other side to the rear.
"We're actually over an hour early. So what do we do until 5 pm?" Deb asked.
"What else, we go in and eat and wait for them to show up." Replied Kithira as she walked across the parking lot to the building entrance leaving the others to follow.
The restaurant from the outside had the modern look to it as they approached but once inside the main doors they realized that the fancy outside was for appearances only. The inside looked like it was from a different era all together. A throwback in time to the old west when the city was just barely a town. The walls where done in rough cut wood planks with various pictures and tools of the old west adorning the walls. A wood palisade made like a wood fence separated the entry way from the large dining area. And the most tantalizing smell of wood smoke and slow cooking meats filled the air, causing most of their stomachs to growl when the smell hit their nose's.
"Howdy, can I get y'all a table? Or are y'all just here for the buffet?" Asked an aging gentleman as he walked up with a stack of menus and placed them on a table by the door.
"We're actually early but are wondering if the private room was available?" Kithira asked in a soft voice.
"Oh, y'all must be the ones my son was telling me about. The room is ready, hey I remember you! Agent Kithira one of Mikes instructors at the academy; It's the same room y'all used the last time you and your partner was here. Speaking of your partner where is he?" He asked as he picked up a stack of menus and walked down toward the back of the dining area along one wall.
"My partner died on our last mission in the digital world over a month ago." Replied Kithira in a solemn voice as she walked behind him.
"Sorry to here that, Mike spoke highly of you two; Credits you two with his graduating the academy." He said stopping in front of a door and opening it for her and waving her in with the hand that carried the menus.
Walking in Kithira and company is shocked to see Agent Stevens with Alex and Kassy sitting at the big table eating. Kithira can't help but laugh as Kassy and Alex look up from their plates with BBQ sauce covering most of their faces. And agent Stevens face pristine clean as he sets his glass down and stands up.
"Well look what the mon dragged in!" Exclaims agent Stevens as he walks around the table to meet Kithira.
"I see we're not the only ones that arrived early. Looks like you're enjoying yourselves." Kithira replied stopping to stand in front of agent Stevens.
"Hey, Kithira what do you expect we're growing digimon." Alex said from the table.
"Alex you've been grown for along time, still the bottomless pit I see." Jabbed Kithira smiling at him.
"MOTHER!" Exclaimed Kassy as she dove past agent Stevens and wrapped her arms around Kithira almost knocking her down from the force of the impact.
"Daughter, I'm so happy to have you back. I thought I had lost you also." Kithira replied holding Kassy close for a minute before letting her down.
"What's this scent on mother? A male has been with her, his scent is strong. It's like daddy's but different somehow. There's another scent coming from her. She's with cubs! When was she going to tell me?" Thought Kassy to herself as Kithira lowered her to the floor.
"Now settle down and let me introduce some people I want you to meet." Kithira said as she waved the others forward one at a time.
"Yes, mother. I just can't believe that your here, but when were you going to tell me you're with cubs." Kassy said.
"This is Devon, my new mate and your fathers bro- I'm what?!" Kithira said grabbing Devon by the arm.
"Kit, when were you going to tell me?" Devon asked as he drew close to Kithira smiling happily.
"I didn't know if I was really carrying your cubs, I just wanted to be sure before I did tell you." Kithira replied looking down and rubbing her belly.
"How could you possibly not know. It's been obvious to me for the past week." Cole stated as he rubbed his nose.
"And you didn't tell me my daughter was pregnant?" Asked Lisa punched Cole on the arm lightly.
"It wasn't my place, mate." Cole said chuckling at the punch that barely ruffled his fur.
"Ah, I thought your son Devon was human?" Asked agent Stevens looking at Lisa, Cole and then the one introduced as Devon. Before a look of realization hits him.
"You know that under general order 123-a I'm supposed to apprehend you three. But it's a good thing that I don't follow every the order issued by command. Besides that order covers dangerous hybrids if I remember correctly, which leaves it open to a wide interpretation. And I don't see any dangerous hybrids here. What about you Alex, Dad?" Agent Stevens said smiling.
Everyone with Kithira tensed up with agent Stevens the mentioning of order 123-a and apprehending them.
"mo I don she any." replied Alex through a mouthful of rib bone and meat dripping with BBQ sauce before going back to his food with the gusto of a mon that's been starved his whole life.
The old man that had brought them to the room spoke up then after giving a hardy laugh at Alex's antics.
"Nope, my boy I don' see no dangerous hybrids, I just see your friends here, and some new faces. Kithira how bout you give a more proper introduction eh?" said Mike Steven's father.
Everyone relaxed as the realization that they had nothing to fear from agent Stevens or his father.
Kithira nodded happily more than a bit overwhelmed at the confirmation of what she had been thinking for a week or so.
"Well with that said. This is Devon Thackry-Ro'tharan Silver Diamond brother of Daryl and my mate. Over here is Lisa and Cole Ro'tharan Silver Diamond, Devon's parents. Next we have, Deb and Achilles and lastly Dax and Rayne the last of my unit." Kithira said introducing each in turn.
"Well I see that the reports were wrong, they said y'all were dead in the digital world months ago." Said agent Stevens looking at Deb, Dax and their digimon partners.
"The news of our deaths has been greatly exaggerated to everyone's disappointment." Dax said with a British accent bringing a round of laughter from everyone.
"Everyone sit, please and I gets some food and something to drink brought out shortly." Said Mikes dad after the laughter died down.
Everyone sat down at the table and Mike's father left to get some menus as he was not sure what everyone would like.
"So Mike, why are you wearing your gear?" Kithira asked as she took a seat.
"Here's the deal, as of 12:30 pm today Alex and I are officially assigned to your unit. Secondly I've new mission orders for our unit from Commander St. John." Mike replied.
"Not sure I like where this is go-." Dax said but was cut off by Kithira holding up her paw toward Dax.
"It's good that he is reinforcing this unit, but who else is he sending to me? And when can we expect them to show up?" Kithira asked.
"As far as I know right now just Alex and me. But if there are others I haven't been told about them." Replied agent Stevens as his father came back in and started handing out menus to everyone quickly then left the room heading back out front.
"So what is this mission? As the units intelligence officer I should have received the flash orders first." Asked Dax more than a little perturbed at the news.
"Normally you would have, but for the last five months you've been listed as kia in the digital world along with the rest of the unit. Which bri-." Agent Stevens said before he was cut off by Rayne jumping in.
"WHAT! K.I.A. in the digital world, yeah right. By who and with who's army?" Exclaimed Rayne.
"Rayne, stuff it! Agent Stevens please continue." Kithira said looking sternly at Rayne.
"That was in the report that was sent to Hypnos by Anton Blake. Which we now know is false otherwise we wouldn't be talking right now. As far as the mission is concerned I think we can wait for me to brief everyone after we eat." Replied agent Stevens smiling at them all.
"I just have one question, did command know about the tracking devices put in our D-arc's when we came in six months ago? Dax asked as he set the menu down in front of him.
"Command found out about them after Anton Blake's computer was searched at J.A.S.F. Headquarters and his daily journal was recovered from the computer. Along with other files that incriminated him in a whole string of crimes including the murder of agent Thackry and his unit. What did you all think that Hypnos was behind the killing of it's own agent's? Asked agent Stevens a little shocked when the realization hit him.
"What else were they supposed to think? They get called in for a meeting and then within a month of the meeting their unit is getting killed off in both worlds. I found the tracking device in Kithira's D-arc the same day Kithira showed up at our house. That was only after Kithira told me what had happened to her unit, that was when I put two n' two together and examined the D-arc." Lisa said a little hot under the collar from Blake's name being brought up.
"I can see this from their point of view, and I do understand why you all would think that. Everyone at Hypnos Command was shocked to find out that one of our own had turned against us, even more so when his own journal described in detail the installation of the tracking chips and the murder of Hypnos agents." Replied agent Stevens solemnly looking at Lisa.
"Which brings up another question, what is Hypnos going to do about it?" Devon asked.
"The warrant on Anton Blake has been updated this morning by chief St. John, Anton Blake is now on this countries most wanted list at #1. But there is an exception on this one, the government has put a bounty on his head of 5 million dollars and that's for him dead or alive. Funny thing is I think they would prefer him dead to save the country millions on the court trial." Mike said responding to Devon.
"Just point me the way I need to go and he's good as dead." Devon said in a very cold voice his eyes glowing faintly.
"Calm down mate, Daryl will be avenged when the time is right." Kithira said as pated Devon's forearm.
"Listen to your mate, my son. Running off to avenge him in anger is not wise; especially when we have no clue as to where this Anton Blake is." Cole said in a calm voice from the other end of the table.
"Ok is everyone ready to order?" Asked agent Stevens father as he came back into the dining room.
"Me and Achilles will take the ribs for two with mashed potatoes, pinto beans and make it a double order, oh, and two sweet teas." Deb said as she handed back the menus.
"I see someone has a healthy appetite." Mikes father said as he wrote down the order.
"He loves ribs and I'm pregnant and starved." Replied Deb smiling and rubbing her belly, causing the others to chuckle or giggle at the display.
"Congratulations." Said Mikes father smiling before he turned to Lisa and Cole.
"The BBQ chicken salad with an unsweetened tea for me and Cole will have a double order of the BBQ chicken half with spring water." Lisa said.
"The pulled BBQ pork sandwich and tea for me and the combo plate with tea for Rayne." Said Dax smiling and handed back the menus.
"And for the last couple?" Mikes father asked looking at Devon and Kithira.
"I'll take the combo plate and a coke, and what would you like my kitten?" Devon asked looking at Kithira.
"Make mine the same as my mates." Kithira said handing back the menu.
"And Mike what would you like?" His father asked.
"A piece of mom's apple pie with ice cream." Mike replied.
"I should have known." His father replied shaking his head as he turned and headed out the door.
Chapter 10:
Meanwhile at Unit #2
"Master, the humans haven't turned over control to the network yet. Something tells me their going to stall on that demand." Faerthan said as he shuddered in fear this close to Anxerxes.
"Of course they are going to stall for time! That's what makes them think that they are in control of the situation, when they can't control even themselves." Anxerxes replied as he switched the view from outside cameras on the monitor in front of him.
"So what do you plan to do? Master" Asked Faerthan.
"Maybe they need some incentive to agree to my demands." Anxerxes thought a second before continuing. "Send twenty of the greymon outside and have them destroy all the buildings around my base for two blocks away from it. Some of the closer buildings are close enough for a digimon or even a human unit to gain entry to my base, and that would be very bad." Anxerxes said as he watched the monitors for any sign of just that.
"Excellent idea! I'll see to it at once master!" Exclaimed Faerthan as he turned and ran out of the control room.
"You do that and hopefully some tamer will save me of the trouble of destroying you myself. Let's see how long it takes the humans to report my greymon destroying the city on t.v." Thought Anxerxes to himself as he reached over and turned on the small LCD screen and started flipping through the channels looking for the news station.
Minutes later at one of the gates along the walls of unit #2, twenty greymon assemble and wait for the gate to be opened as they receive final instructions from Faerthan.
"Here are your orders from our master Anxerxes! You twenty greymon are to go outside of the base and destroy all buildings within two blocks of the base. You have free reign to destroy any digimon and human tamers you encounter! Now go!" Shouted Faerthan as the gate opened.
The twenty greymon charged forward with a roar through the gate, the first ones through the gate firing off nova blasts as fast as they could at anything that in their sight. Car tires squealed as drivers locked up breaks of their cars trying to avoid hitting the first greymon as it stepped onto the road blocking traffic causing a major chain reaction wreck. The first car was thrown forward into the leading greymon's left foot and over the top of it. The greymon roared in pain as it lost it's balance and fell straight down on top of the car that just ran over it's foot. The driver died instantly as the greymon's weight blew the tires and crushed the car like a beer can. Seeing a chance to move up in the ranks, the second greymon fired it's nova blast repeatedly at the fallen leading greymon until it roared one last time before it's data broke down to be loaded by the other. The second started glowing and digivolved into metal greymon with the addition of the new data.
"Spread out, start destroying any and all targets!" Ordered the metal greymon just before he unleashed his strongest attack on a nearby building.
The other 18 greymon spread out as they came through the gate and started firing on any targets, people, buildings, cars, anything within range. Slowly buildings fell under the onslaught of the nova blasts and giga destroyer attacks.
Inside unit #2 Anxerxes watched as the underling greymon loaded the others data and then evolved.
"I'll have to keep an eye on that one. Opportunistic little shit!" Thought Anxerxes as he smiled at the destruction he had caused outside.
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2. Inside the helicopter the reporter quickly got on his phone.
"Ted! Listen to me! I'm over unit #2 and well it's just unreal the amount of destruction I'm seeing. There's at least fifteen large digimon destroying everything down there! Are you getting this?" Floyd Benstine Asked as he looked at his camera man.
The camera man gave a thumbs up while operating the nose camera by the remote control.
"Ok, Ted give us a minute." Said Floyd as he closed his cell phone and tapped Greg the camera man on the shoulder getting his attention.
"Send the feed to the station we're going live in 60 seconds." Floyd said.
Greg quickly flips a couple of switches on the control board and grabs the shoulder cam used in the helicopter and on the ground. Looking through the sight Greg adjusts the focus on Floyd as the voice of Shelia back at the stations control room counts down in his headphones.
"Live in, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and go." Greg said as he counted down the last ten seconds.
"This is Floyd Benstine of Channel 7 news I'm live over the much famed unit #2 of Hypnos here in Denver. Right now as I speak, below me there is at least fifteen very large digimon cutting a path of destruction around unit #2. The devastation I'm seeing is unreal, cars, buildings anything in their path is being destroyed. This is just unimaginable; I hope everyone is seeing what I'm seeing. Wait a minute I'm trying to make out something through the smoke down there. Greg, see if you can zoom in on about 4 o'clock position. I can't believe it! There's a female tamer down there fighting with one of these large digimon, she's directing another digimon to attack one of the large orange digimon. I'd don't believe it the tamers digimon just destroyed one of the orange digimon! She's waving at someone I can't make out who, there's people down there! She's directing them to safety, covering them as they get away from the greymon I'm being told what they are now by the station through my headset. We're going to remain over the area as long as we can and keep showing you all at home what's going on here. This is Floyd Benstine for channel 7 news over Hypnos unit #2." Floyd said in a shocked voice as he watches the retreat of the woman and her digimon from the battle ground below.
Inside unit #2 security control room.
"Ah, it's going better than I had hoped, no police or military forces to hold back the onslaught of my forces. One lone tamer and her digimon, how pathetic can this get? I'd at least hoped that Hypnos would have sent someone." Thought Anxerxes to himself as he caught the last part of the live news feed from channel 7 and waited for them to replay it or show more.
At Agent Stevens parents restaurant the group is eating the food they ordered and talking over old times and new ones.
"Well at first I thought it was just a dream and that's when I felt someone else in bed with me. As it turned out it was Kithira here, somehow I was able to travel to the digital world and bring her back with me." Said Devon as agent Stevens father rushed into the room slamming the door against the wall and ran over TV.
"Dad! What's wrong?" Asked agent Stevens as his father turned on the TV.
"Channel 7 is showing a live battle between digimon a little over a mile away from here. The other customers are watching it out front." He said as he changed over to channel 7.
"You're kidding?" Asked Deb in disbelief as the older TV warmed up.
"No I'm not son. Outside you can hear the explosions from here, I heard them when I was taking out the trash just a few minutes ago." He said as the sound on the TV came on.
They all watch as the scene at unit #2 is replayed again in silence.
"Everyone let's go we've got work to do." Kithira said as she stood up.
"Hold it agent Kithira, there's some things you and everyone need to know before you go charging in there." Mike said as he stood up.
"All I need to know is there is digimon attacking innocent people in a city I'm sworn to protect." Kithira said as she set her fork down on her plate.
"Anton Blake took over unit #2 sometime this morning. And has made a whole host of demands that the chief can't meet, one of those demands is you and the rest of the unit to turn ourselves over to him at unit #2 by 8 am tomorrow morning or he'll start killing the base personal." Mike said in a somber tone.
"That bastard is here in Denver then I don't have to chase him down in the digital world." Devon said his voice taking on a feral sounding tone as he began raging.
"Son, Clam yourself! You can't go in there after him at least not through all them greymon alone. And at least not in your present condition." Cole said as he placed his paw hand on Devon's shoulder.
"I've fought a greymon before Dad, and won. What's so hard about fighting a greymon?" Devon asked looking up at his father.
"We fought that greymon together, you've never battled in a one on one mate." Kithira said stepping in close to him.
"Then we all go in there and cover each other's backs until we bring Blake down." Said Devon even more serious and determined than before.
"Devon you may now be a digimon but that doesn't mean that you're indestructible! Besides you don't have the training the rest of us do." Lisa said to her son.
"Mother I have more training than you did the first time you and dad battled. Remember my friend from Britain? Mother." asked Devon.
"Yes, what about her?" Lisa asked looking at Devon curiously.
"She's a renamon that fights in the battle dome once or twice a month for the prize money. And sometimes she asked me to sit in for her tamer when she couldn't be there for the match. She taught me a lot about battle before I knew who and what I was." Devon said somewhat calmer than before.
"If he's had that much training then let him come along." Alex said from his seat next to Mike.
"One more can't hurt, especially against the somewhat overwhelming forces arrayed against us." Achilles said standing up.
"Ditto here, he can only help us." Deb said standing up next to Achilles.
"The more the merrier I always say." Dax said tossing in his two cents.
"Ok you come with us but you're coming as my tamer and you're not to engage in direct combat unless it's an emergency." Kithira said hugging Devon.
"There's some of our orders everyone needs to know about before we leave and it will only take a minute to cover them." Said agent Steven looking at Kithira for permission to continue.
"What are the orders?" Kithira asked almost impatiently.
"Anton Blake is our primary target, we are to S&D him. Information was received this morning by chief St. John that he is a hybrid as defined under order 123-a and has proven to be too dangerous for containment. Any questions?" Mike asked looking at the group.
"That's good enough for me." Dax said pulling out his D-arc and deck of modify cards.
"Then here's the plan, the greymon outside the unit are first targets and with any luck Blake will come out and play." Kithira said her voice flat and devoid of emotion.
"I sure hope so, I've wanted a piece of him ever since we got that report on Daryl's death and Kassy being alive the other day." Deb said as she pulled close to Achilles.
"Sorry Dad, don't mean to eat and run but duty calls." Mike said as he gave his father a hug.
"I know son, y'all take care and stop them from hurting anyone else." His father replied as they started filling out of the room.
"How much is the bill?" Dax asked pulling out his wallet.
"Don't worry about it, my sons in the same unit and that makes you family." Mikes father said waving him off.
"Family or not I always pay, even if they don't know it." Dax said laying the hundred dollar bill on the table and walking out the door after the rest of the group.
As the group walked through the main dining room the sound of explosions could be heard even over the TV and all the customers talking about the news on the TV causing the group to speed up getting outside.
Once outside.
"Ok, I'm driving, Cole, Devon and Kithira with me up front. Everyone else in the camper!" Lisa shouted as she held her hands out to Dax for the truck keys as they ran to the truck.
"Aren't we going with them?" Alex asked from Mikes left shoulder.
"Might as well." Mike replied.
"Hey! Wait for us!" Kassy yelled as Dax was holding the door to the camper open.
"Better hurry up this boats leaving real quick!" Dax said with a smile as they climbed in.
"Ok, everyone's in lets go!" Deb said through the connecting window.
Before anyone could get sat down Lisa put the truck in gear and hit the gas causing everyone standing in the camper to grab for something to hold onto to keep from falling.
"Damn! Hey Lisa you in a hurry?" Deb asked loudly.
"The sooner we get there, the better off the whole city will be!" Devon replied from the front.
"Kassy, when we get there I want you to stay close to me and not engage in battle with the greymon." Mike said as he pulled out his D-arc and card deck.
"But I can help like everyone else, why do you want me to stay back?" Kassy asked.
"Because I don't have a D-arc for you and can't use modify cards to help you in battle. Besides I don't want anything to happen to you." Mike said caressing her cheek lightly.
"I don't want anything to happen to any of us especially you Mike." Kassy replied reaching up and holding his hand.
"Oh boy! Here they go with the mushy stuff!" Alex exclaimed from Mikes shoulder.
"Alex! Behave will you for once." Mike replied as he tried to hide his embarrassment from the others.
"Look at them blush." Said Deb as Mikes face and Kassy's ears turned red.
"Can it Deb! We got more important things to worry about." Dax said as he prepared for the coming battle like Mike was.
"I was just trying to lighten the mood before we get there." Replied Deb as she too started getting ready.
"He does love her. Mister self-proclaimed bachelor has finally fallen for someone. Well I won't stop it he needs a female to be there for him. Unlike that last one that broke it off when she found out that Mike was a tamer. That one was a real nut case and gave me the creeps." Alex thought to himself as he watched their unit get ready for battle.
Up front in the cab.
"Devon make sure you have the D-arc out and some general modify cards ready when we get there. You may not have time to look through your deck and have to act fast. Remember greymon have nova blast, great horn attack and firewall for attacks besides the physical claws and stomping someone to mush under their feet. Oh, and don't discount their tail. They can whip it around and use it as a weapon to. Here pull out my deck." Lisa said as she handed her purse to him and floored the gas pedal to make a yellow light.
"And you complain about my driving! I think battling greymon would be more relaxing." Said Devon jokingly as he pulled out his mother's deck of modify cards from her purse.
"Why do you think I'm always complaining about your driving; because you even scare me sometimes." Lisa replied.
"Another two blocks should be close enough, any closer and we might lose the truck in the battle." Said Kithira as a nova blast flew by overhead.
"I don't think we're going to get another two blocks. Looks like the police have blocked the road up ahead." Lisa said spotting the police cars blocking the road.
"Pull on up to the blockade and we'll walk the rest of the way." Kithira said from the back seat.
"Cole, tell the others what's going and what we're going to do." Said Lisa as she started slowing the truck down to stop at the road block as Cole turned and stuck his head through the connecting window to tell the others.
Pulling the truck over to one side of the road block Lisa shuts the motor off and climbs out before the officers can approach the truck followed by the others. As agent Stevens hops out of the camper he sees the officers walking up and pulls out his Hypnos Id card and holds it up.
"Sorry miss but you can't park th-." Is all the officer gets out before being cut off by agent Stevens.
"I'm Agent Mike Stevens from Hypnos containment & control. We need to leave our truck here while we handle this." Mike said in a loud and clear voice.
"Sir! I've been told not to let anyone through this road block without orders." Said the officer.
"Well officer this is my authorization right here! Hypnos Containment & Control who else do you think handles champion level digimon, the U.S. Army. I think not, those boys can't handle this level of digimon." Mike said as he walked over to one of the police cars and picked up the bull horn from the hood.
"I still need some sort of confirmation to let you through the road block sir." The officer .
"Fine, here's my phone. Call my boss chief St. John on his private line. It's listed as St. Johns office. And be sure to explain to him why dozens of people are dying right now while you're keeping me from doing my job!" He shouted as he left his phone on the squad car and walked around it heading for the battle followed by the rest of the group.
Minutes later they entered the battle zone, smoke from the burning buildings dropping visibility down to less than a hundred feet.
"Ok everyone spread out and keep sharp for enemy contacts." Kithira said as she stepped over a pile of rubble.
"Hey guys, I'm sensing a lot of digimon somewhere to the left front and some more to the right." Alex said from Mikes shoulder.
"The ones on the right might be the greymon that have been doing this. I say we take them first." Deb said in almost a whisper.
"Rayne you take top guard and see if you can spot anything from upstairs." Kithira said looking over at Rayne and Dax.
"I'm on it." Rayne said as she quickly disappeared into the smoke overhead.
"I hate fighting in smoke like this." Achilles said as he helped Deb over a wrecked and twisted car.
"This is the part I hate the most when you know that the enemy is out there but can't see them." Dax said as his eyes kept looking back and forth for any sign of the enemy.
"Reminds me of the village I first saw Kithira in." Devon said to no one in particular.
"Everyone Move!" Shouted Kithira as she jumped left as a nova blast rocketed toward them out of the smoke.
Mike grabbed Kassy and dove left, Achilles grabbed Deb and jumped right as Cole was grabbing Lisa and going the same way. Devon jumped straight up and watched as the nova blast pass below his feet by a good twenty feet. On his downward plunge he grabbed what was left of a light pole and swung himself around like a gymnast on the high bar and landed deftly on top of it with his feet.
"HA ha ha, more data to load. Come on out and let's make it quick." Said the greymon as it slowly came forward out of the smoke that had obscured its position.
"What are you that blind that you can't see me? And I always heard that greymon had good eyes." Devon taunted sitting on the light pole as he reached into his gauntlets and pulled out Kit's D-arc and the prepped cards.
"We do but that's not what you should be worried about." The greymon said.
"Then it must be your bad breath, really when was the last time you used some mouth wash other than sewer water?" Asked Devon as he flipped off the light pole backwards and in mid flip swiped the first card through the D-advanced before he landed on the ground.
"Damn, Devon do you have to taunt him like that. Whats he trying to prove?" Thought Kithira to herself as she felt energy flow into her body from a modify card.
"Oh your real funny, ha ha. Now die renomon, Nova Blast!" The greymon shouted before he fired off the nova blast at Devon.
"Hyper-speed activate! Diamond Sphere!" Devon shouted as he curled into a ball as a diamond shell formed around his body.
As the power of the modify card flowed into her Kithira was already moving into attack position. The Nova blast past right over the diamond sphere that encased Devon to detonate behind him being it was aimed chest high and not lower.
"Hey ugly over here!" Kithira shouted from a building ledge just above the greymon's head causing him to look her way.
"Oh great another one." Said the greymon he saw her as he moved and stood over Devon.
"Cole get Devon out of there!" Ordered Lisa from behind the car they had leaped behind when the attack had started.
"He's ok in the diamond sphere, now stay here." Cole said as he stood up exposing himself to the greymon.
"He's right over me, here's a surprise for him." Devon thought to himself as he threw his arms and legs wide breaking the sphere.
"Ah oh, I could be in trouble time to get some help." Said the greymon when Cole stood up and realized that he was out numbered.
"Not so fast, rapid kick!" Devon shouted as he jumped up from the ground aiming for the greymon's jaw.
As if in slow motion the greymon's head pulls back just enough for Devon's kick to miss, Kithira launches herself into the air not toward Devon but toward where the greymon's head will be in seconds as he starts to turn tail and run.
"Flying kick!" Kithira shouts just before reaching the greymon.
There's the sound of Kithira's kick connecting and the greymon's head is moving back the way it came from in time for Devon to hit the greymon with a multiple kick combination on his way down. The greymon roars in pain but its not overwhelmed by the kicks and turns in defiance to face it's attackers once more. As Kithira lands on the light pole Devon used only seconds ago and Devon lands on the ground and quickly jumps away from the greymon.
"Thousand spell! Cole said as he drew a Siegel in the air with a big paint brush.
"Eden's Spear!" Rayne shouts as she plunges down out of the clouds of smoke.
Both attacks are too much for the greymon to stand as he roars in pain before his data scatters.
"That was easy only a gig or 3 more and we'll be done." Said Devon jokingly as Cole walked over to him and Kithira dropped down from the lamp pole.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Lisa asked as she ran over followed by the rest of their group.
"Simple mother, diversion tactic; I was the center of his attention which allowed Kithira, dad and Rayne to get the upper hand." Devon said smiling.
"Still there was things that greymon could have done and you would have been in a world of hurt." Mike said throwing his thoughts into the mix.
"But I-" was all Devon got out before being cut off by Kithira.
"I told you not to engage unless you had to! As my tamer it is your responsibility to help me in battle not the other way around!" Kithira said looking at Devon.
"Right now is not the time to discuss who is right and wrong, there are enemy digimon close by." Said Cole getting everyone's mind back on why they were there.
"Lets get moving the others may have heard the battle and be on their way here." Mike said as he took Kassy by the hand.
"Hold on we need to talk about what we're going to do next." Deb said looking at Kithira for an answer.
"Yes, lets plan what we're going to do first." Kithira said.
"What did it look like up there?" Dax asked Rayne.
"There's four greymon over to the right four blocks away. The others are spread out pretty thin in a circle around the unit, it looks like they're clearing a two block radius around the unit." Rayne replied.
"Anxerxes is making sure he can see anyone coming before they reach the base, it's what I would do." Said Mike from his position walking behind them with Kassy.
"With them spread out like they are, maybe we should go directly to the base and call him out?" Devon commented from one side.
"If we did that we could be surrounded and having to fight our way out also." Dax said from the left of the group.
"Rayne, how many greymon did you count?" Kithira asked.
"I saw 16 greymon and one metal greymon who seems to be leading the others." Rayne said.
"Eh, they out number us two to one thats not good." Kithira replied looking back at Rayne and the others.
"Fighting all them would leave us all way too weak to finish the job and rescue the base personal, besides we have no idea of how many digimon are inside with Blake." Achilles said.
"Take the head of the snake and the rest will scatter with no one to lead them." Said Lisa whispered.
"What was that mate?" Asked Cole.
All eyes turn to look at Lisa.
"I said, if we take the head of the snake the rest would scatter. Meaning if we get Blake the rest of the digimon will scatter. It is after all him that is leading them." Lisa said.
"The problem is getting to him. I doubt that his just going to walk out of the unit without a fight." Kithira said looking at the wall of unit #2 through the thinning smoke.
"Well he does seem all fired up about wanting to get his hands on you for some reason. Being your part of the demands he made." Mike said.
"That's because of the secret Daryl and I found out about him a months before he murdered Daryl. He didn't want it get back to Hypnos, because if it did his plans would be ruined." Kithira said as she scanned the thinning smoke for signs of more greymon.
"Surely it's not because of him being a hybrid. There has to be more than that for him to kill most of your unit." Replied Mike as he looked at her questioningly.
"It was partly about him but mostly about his plans to take over both worlds. We found out that his father is Xerxes the daemon that caused the network to crash ten years ago and also the one behind the anti-human movement that has been on the rise in the digital world in the last few years. Our last mission was to find out as much about his plans as we could." Kithira said seriously.
"Here's the way I see it, we can ether battle all these greymon and tire ourselves out. Or we can walk up to one of the gates and call him out." Mike said.
"That sounds like suicide if you ask me." Deb replied sarcastically.
"He strikes me as the type that not just wants to win a battle, but to gloat and make sure you know it." Dax said.
"From what I remember about him, he liked to play chess in the cafeteria during lunch and used to get real mad when he lost. But lord help you if he won, he never let anyone forget it when they lost to him." Cole said standing at Lisa's side.
"Typical sore loser; and has an anger management problem and more if you all remember the psychological report on him." Said Devon as he danced in place keeping his leg muscles lose.
"I got a plan, but it's going to be tricky to pull off, if anyone is interested." Said Mike as all heads turned toward him.
"Let's hear it." Said Kithira as the helicopter from channel 7 news flew overhead.
Meanwhile at Hypnos Command 4 pm. That same moment.
"There is no way we can't turn over control of the network to him. If we did that, it would leave the entire country open to attack from the digital world!" Chief St. John said as he tossed a file on his desk.
"Is there a way that we can make it appear like he has control, when we still have it? The President asked.
"Wouldn't work, he's too smart to fall for that. Anton Blake aka Anxerxes, has in depth knowledge of our systems and protocols. This makes him very dangerous no matter which world he's in." Chief St. John replied.
"Then what can we do?" The President of the United States asked.
"For now, all we can do is hope and pray that my S&D team on site gets the job done. Otherwise I might have to agree with your advisors attack plan." Chief St. John said.
"If your team fails in regaining control of the unit, I'll be left with no choice but to order an allut bombardment of unit #2 by army forces in the region." The President said.
"And that will be my official recommendation to you madam President if it comes to that." Chief St. John replied as Drake barged into the chiefs office.
"Sorry to interrupt you chief, you need to see what's on channel 7!" Said Drake as he hurried over and turned on the chief's office TV.
As the t.v. comes to life.
"Just moments ago I spotted a group of digimon and I guess their tamers having a very heated discussion on the ground. Now it appears that they are moving toward unit #2, as to which side they're on I do not know. The scene here is just unimaginable, whole city blocks have been destroyed around unit #2. And the smoke from the fires is blocking most of what's happening on the ground from my vantage point high above in channel 7's helicopter." Floyd Benstine said as he looked out the door window.
"Excuse me! Chief, that's my friend Dax on the screen! Son of a bitch! He's alive; I knew that the report of his death was bullshit!" Drake said almost ecstatic from seeing his friend alive.
"Drake! Watch your language in front of the president! If he's a friend of yours call him and get an update of what's going on in Denver besides what we're seeing on TV." Chief St. John said.
Drakes cell phone goes off alerting him to a text message before he can do anything else. Pulling out the phone Drake steps out of the chief's office only to step back in after reading the message.
"Chief, look at this." Drake said holding his cell phone out to the chief. St. John takes the offered phone and reads the message.
"Give him all the help we can." Chief St. John said handing the phone back to Drake before turning and facing the camera.
"Madam President, that was a text message from one of my people inside unit #2. He can't help us right now but he's in a position to do something if need be." Chief St. John said.
"Do you have a plan?" Asked the president.
"Yes, yes I do. Now if you'll excuse me madam president I will get to work on just that. Unit #2 will be under our control before mid-night." Chief St. John said.
"Update me as soon as something changes." Said the president as she turned off the camera and cut the connection.
"Get strike teams 1 through 5 to the gate room and gets hold of your friend Dax and found out who's with him. You know the routine, and Drake get me some coffee in here. It's going to be a long day." Chief St. John said as he studied the lay out for unit #2 on his desk.
At unit #2 in the security room at the same time as Chief St. John is watching TV in his office.
The same news cast is watched intently by Anxerxes hoping to catch a glimpse of the group heading toward his new fortress.
"Faerthan! Get a group of digimon ready to repel this foolish group coming this way. And remind me later to load that metal greymon's data for allowing them to get this close." Anxerxes said as he watched the monitor.
"Yes, my master. I'll see to it at once." Faerthan said as he bowed, then turned and left the room.
In the corner of the room, sargent Davis watched as Anxerxes issued orders. Slowly he worked his cell phone out of his pants pocket and typed a text message, then sent it, hoping that his captors hadn't notice that he had awakened.
Outside unit #2.
"Are you sure this plan of yours is going to work?" Devon asked as he hoped over the remains of another mangled car.
"Just remember what you're to do if it works. Otherwise this is going to be the shortest offense in history." Replied agent Stevens as he walked around a pile of rubble and stopped in front of the south gate into unit #2.
"And if it doesn't the shit is going to hit the fan." Devon said as he stopped slightly behind and to the right of Agent Stevens.
"Let's just hope he takes the bait." Kithira said from the other side of agent Stevens.
"Well let's get this over with." Alex said from agent Stevens shoulder as Kassy step up between Kithira and Mike drawing stares from both of them.
"I thought I told you to wait back with the others." Kithira said annoyance in her voice.
"You did mother, but I chose to be here with Mike." Kassy said moving closer to agent Stevens.
Kithira eyes her daughter for a second and starts to say something when agent Stevens raises the bull horn in front of his mouth and keys up the bullhorn he got from the police.
"This is Agent Stevens of Hypnos, Anxerxes I'm here with Agent Kithira. Come out and lets talk about your demands." Mike said.
"Now all we can do is wait, and see if he comes out of there." Kithira said as she watched the gate and the walls to either side.
"I'm ready for whatever comes out of that gate, I've got some modify cards set up." Devon said with his paw like hands inside of each gauntlet.
"Good, now lets hope he comes out and does not send a bunch of lackeys to do his work." Said Alex from agent Stevens shoulder.
"On guard people the gates opening up!" Kithira exclaimed as she took up a battle stance.
"Lets just hope the others were able to find a working gateway and-" Is all agent Stevens got out before being interrupted.
"Bada Boom!" hollered an Impmon sending five fireballs at the group as he bounced out the gate followed by an unknown digimon.
"Scatter! Mike shouted as the fireballs fly toward the group, he tosses Alex into the air and dives for cover.
"Free thrown bomb! Exclaims the BomberNanimon as he hurls a bomb their way from behind Impmon.
Kithira and Devon jump high into the air and in unison, both of them crossing in the air and moving closer to the Impmon. Kassy caught almost off guard ducks just in time as Impmon's bada boom attack fly's over her head, and the free thrown bomb attack lands right in front of her.
"Kassy get out of there!" Mike shouts when he sees the bomb and starts running to her.
Kassy throws herself into a back flip trying to put some distance between herself and the bomb as Mike rushes toward her.
"Digi-modify! Diamond Claws Activate! Hyper Speed Activate!" Devon shouts from the left side as he jumps into the air.
On the right side Kithira feels the power of the modify card enhance her already sharp claws with the strength of diamonds.
As if in slow motion Alex watches as Mike throws himself between the bomb and Kassy and watches in horror as the bomb explodes. Mike takes the force of the blast full on and is thrown back into Kassy, knocking her off her feet.
"MIKE!" Alex shouts as he dives for his partner, his shout drawing the attention of Devon and Kithira for a second.
"Diamond Storm!" Exclaims Devon as he reaches the apex of his jump aiming for the Impmon.
Kithira on the other hand runs at the BomberNanimon, her claws gleaming in the light.
"Power Paw!" Kithira shouts when she reaches the BomberNanimon and strikes twice knocking the digimon back toward the gate.
"Hey, those claws hurt you bitch! Try this Explosive Punch!" BomberNanimon hollered throwing a punch at Kithira and missing as she stepped away.
"Ah shit I should have stayed in the digital world!" Exclaims the Impmon as the diamond storm attack hits him but doesn't destroy him.
"Yeah you should have!" Devon said as he lands next to Impmon and a second later sends him flying back over the wall of unit #2 with a well-placed kick between the uprights causing Impmon to scream in pain.
"Rapid Kick!" Shouts Kithira as she attacks BomberNanimon again, connecting and causing him to back up a step.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" BomberNanimon asked casually as he wiped off his chest.
"Oh shit! Kithira's in trouble!" Thinks Devon to himself as he pulls out his modify cards and D-arc and looks at the cards he has ready for this situation.
"Well then, I'm just getting started." Kithira said as she circled him.
"So am I! Free thrown bomb, free thrown bomb!" BomberNanimon shouted tossing two bombs at Kithira.
"Digi-modify! WarGreymons Shield Activate!" Shouted Devon as the bombs flew through the air toward Kithira and the shield appeared in her hands.
"Here's some for you to! Free thrown bomb!" Shouted BomberNanimon throwing a bomb at Devon as the other two impacted and exploded on the shield protecting Kithira.
"Diamond Shield!" Shouted Devon as he jumped away from the bomb and curling into a ball as the diamond shield formed around him
After the bombs explode on the shield Kithira takes the shield and throws it like a Frisbee at BomberNanimon and then jumps away.
"Clang!" The sound of metal hitting metal is heard.
"Thanks for the shield Renamon. But I don't need it, Here take it back!" BomberNanimon said as he throws the shield back at Kithira.
Kithira dodges right as the shield flies toward her just barely avoiding taking her head off but clips her shoulder drawing blood. Kithira growls in rage from the pain and changes direction again, the hyper speed power boost making her a blur of movement.
"Damn that was close! That hurt but not as bad as it could have been." Kithira thought to herself as she maneuvered for another attack. And so did BomberNanimon but not at Kithira or Devon instead he was setting his sights on the three a short ways away.
Almost a mile away as the battle is going on.
"There's an internet cafe, they should have a gateway we can use." Dax said as they crossed the street holding up traffic.
"I hope the chief's plan works or this is going to be a real short trip." Rayne said from behind him.
"I still don't like leaving Devon behind, I wish he was with us." Lisa said looking up at Cole.
"He's not going to leave his mate you know that. Nor more would I under the current circumstances." Cole replied.
"Kit kat can handle a lot of stuff, Devon's better there with her than here with us going to the digital world." Deb said as they entered the internet cafe.
"Welcome to Reds Internet Cafe, Can I help you all?" The saleswomen asked from behind the counter as they walked in.
"Do you have a digital gateway on site?" Dax asked looking around.
"Yes, we do. But it's-" Is all she can get out before Dax cuts her off.
"Hypnos official business where is it?" Dax asked rather impatient.
"Behind the wall and to the left." She said pointing to the small wall that jutted out from the stores side wall into the main area.
"Thanks." Is all Dax said as he headed for the wall and disappeared behind the wall followed by the others including the saleswomen.
Behind the wall Dax gets on the keyboard and starts typing his id and password into the system. The system comes to life as his id is confirmed.
"Well everyone on the pad and let's get out of here." Dax said waving everyone to get on the transport pad. Once all of them are on the pad, Dax hits the button that will send the group to the digital world and steps on the pad with the others very quickly. The saleswomen watches as they fade out to nothing and then the gateway resumes lock down mode.
Close by on the battle field.
"MIKE! Come on Mike! Wake up buddy, come on you got to wake up!" Alex said almost hysterical as he shook Mike by a shoulder.
A soft groan comes from Agent Stevens as he slowly starts to regain consciousness, and rolls over as Kassy pushes him off of her.
"What happened? What's wrong with Mike?" Kassy asked looking up at Alex.
"He took the brunt of the attack protecting you from BomberNanimon's attack." Alex replied looking over Mike for any wounds.
"Alex we've got to get Mike out of here, and I mean now!" Kassy said as she jumped up, then tried to pick up agent Stevens.
"Trying to leave so soon, ah come on I'm just getting started." BomberNanimon said as he readied another attack, drawing Alex's attention.
"YOU HURT MICHEAL!" Alex said looking up at BomberNanimon.
"Good he's a pathetic human that shouldn't have gotten involved." Replied BomberNanimon as he closed the distance between himself and Alex.
"Take care of Mike. I'll take care of BomberNanimon." Said Alex looking at Kassy then leaping into the air at BomberNanimon surrounded by a bright glowing light.
"Free Thrown Bomb! Free Thrown Bomb!" Shouts BomberNanimon hurling two bombs at Alex a second apart.
From Kassy's position next to Mike, she watches as the bombs fly's straight and true. Both bombs explode at point blank in front of Alex. Alex screams as the blast hits him and knocks him back to land beside Mike and Kassy.
"A bunch of rookies is what they send against me! Don't they have anything better to offer?" BomberNanimon asked almost laughing.
Elsewhere nearby.
Devon shatters the diamond shield upon hearing Alex scream and looks around in time to see Kassy picking up Alex. Reaching into his gauntlets he pulls out the stack of cards and D-advanced, looking through the cards he sees the tip of a blue card in the stack. Pulling out the blue card a thought comes to him.
"Kit! No questions! Check your deck!" Devon shouts holding up a blue card as he starts moving toward her.
Kithira looks at Devon and nods pulling out her deck Kithira finds a matching blue card and holds it up for Devon to see as he reaches her side.
"Great time to take this to the next level. Swipe them together on three, look at the screen then shove the D-advanced back into our gauntlets fast. Three, two, one, swipe!" Devon said as he swiped the card through the D-advanced.
Almost in unison they swipe the cards through the D-advances, check the screens, then shove them into their gauntlets. In one voice as the light of digivolution surrounds them.
"Digi-modify! Digivolution Activate!" They both shout.
"Renamon digivolve to Kyubimon!" Shouts Kithira as the digivolution process starts.
"Renomon digivolve to Armor Kyubomon!" Shouts Devon as the power of the card flows into him.
Back over where agent Stevens, Kassy and Alex are.
Kassy picks up Alex and takes him close to agent Stevens as he comes fully awake.
"Alex! Oh Alex, what happened to you?" Mike asked as he takes Alex from Kassy's arms.
"Yeah, buddy. Not bad for our first battle together?" Asked Alex as he looked up at Mike and then to Kassy as parts of his body started to fade away.
"Alex hold on, let me get out the cards so I can help you." Mike replied as he tried to get his deck out of it's belt case.
"No buddy it's too late for that. Besides I was only meant to be here until your true partner showed up." Alex replied looking up at Mike then over at Kassy.
"What do you mean by that? Mike asked somewhat confused by what Alex was saying.
"Kassy loves you in away I can't, you love her in away that you can't love me. You to are meant for each other. Now give me to Kassy there's one thing I have to do before it's too late." Alex said as his form started to fade even more.
Mike honoring his best friends request holds him up for Kassy to hold, tears running down his cheeks.
"Alex you can't leave! We've just got to know each other." Kassy said as she took him from Mike.
"Kassy I can't be reborn here in a digi-egg, nor can I return there in time, I've lost too much data by now. So here's my last gift and request to the both of you. Kassy load my data, love Mike for the both of us." Alex said as he looked up at her for the last time and made a wish with the last of his breath before closing his eyes. Holding Alex's body close to hers Kassy feels his body slowly merging with her; his remaining power flowing throughout her body strengthening her. In front of Mike a gold D-arc appears floating and slowly drops into his hand.
"This is the only wish I ever made, for you two to be partners." Alex's ghostly voice says as the light from his D-arc on Mike's belt goes dark forever.
Wrapping her arms around Mike, Kassy looks into his eyes.
"Let's finish this for Alex, partner!" She said pulling away.
Pulling himself to his feet, Mike takes Alex's D-arc off his belt and hooks the gold one on the ring with it. He then pulls out his deck of modify cards and pulls the top ten cards from the deck and returns the rest to his belt pouch.
"For Alex!" Mike shouts as he swipes the first card.
Kassy watches as Mike swipes the card and then feels the power of the card flow into her along with the all the raw emotions Mikes going through with the loss of Alex.
"Oh! This is almost as good as mating!" Thinks Kassy with the influx of power floods her body making it glow.
"Digi-modify! Eden's Javelin Activate!" Shouts Mike as tears still roll down his cheeks.
"Too much power! TO MUCH POWER! I, I CAN"T! NOT I, WE!" Kassy said shaking her head back and forth as her voice going from normal to a shout as she stepped over and pulled Mike to her as the blinding bright light envelopes them.
Inside Unit #2 security control room.
"Faerthan you have my permission to load that coward Impmon's data. Send out biker boy and a few of the Cherrymon to clean up that mess him and BomberNanimon made of it at the east gate." Ordered Anxerxes as he watched the battle on the monitor. Behind him in the corner sargent Davis looked down at his cell phone's display.
"Team in-bound from digital world we need the gateway access code for the unit. Can you get it?" The text message asked on the screen.
Looking over at the monitor that showed the gate rooms computer screen. Sargent Davis types in the current code and sends it.
Seconds later the vibrate goes off on his phone, alerting him of another message.
"Understood, helps coming." Is all the second message said.
Back outside the east gate.
"What the Fuck!" Exclaims BomberNanimon as three digivolutions happen around him, his eyes looking back and forth watching.
As the light dies away from the first two digivolving he sees a normal Kyubimon and another that looks like a Kyubimon but very different. That one is not only bigger by almost half again the size a normal Kyubimon, but had nasty looking high polished armor with spikes all over it ranging from 6 inches to 2 feet. All of them covered with different colored substances. The colors on some leaving no doubt to being deadly poison. The armor itself covered him completely from nose tip to the tip of every one of his nine tails without seams or any kinks in the armor to be exploited for weakness, yet he seemed to be able to move as if it was silk covering his body and not the smooth near blinding armor. Standing over 10 feet tall and snarling made for an impressive if not a down right frightening sight.
"Digivolving won't help you for the pain I'm going to inflict on you and will still hurt just as much." BomberNanimon said as he drew back his arms to throw some more bombs at them. Only to have his arms grabbed from behind.
"We may have something to say about that." a voice dark said and guttural.
"What the!" Exclaimed BomberNanimon as his arms were jerked into a new position they never were meant to be in with a sickening snap and pop.
"You killed Alex, now you pay the price." Said the same dark, guttural raging voice as he picked up BomberNanimon and slammed him into the ground in front of the dark digimon like a rag doll.
"Hey, I'm just following orders!" Shouts BomberNanimon helplessly as he looks upward to see the results Digivolution he missed and knew true fear. "Dark S-Sakuy-
"Soul Stealing Revenge Attack!" the Dark Digimon exclaimed sending a bolt of dark energy into BomberNanimon. When it hits, BomberNanimon is almost instantly deleted. And his data is absorbed by the Dark Digimon with an evil gleam in his eyes. His eyes barely seen through the helm, black orbs with blood red irises that were filled with the need for revenge and hate. A horrifying chuckle was heard from the Dark Digimon..
"Now for your master!" The Dark Digimon Said angrily as he looked at the now open gate of unit #2.
The Silver Renamon Series
Chapter 10 Part 2:
The Battle for Life or Death: The Showdown
At Unit #2 main gate:
Devon starred in shock as the unknown digimon destroyed BomberNanimon with a single attack. And felt Kithira's uneasiness.
"What's wrong Kithira." Devon asked Kithira
"That is what's wrong. Mike and Kassy by the gods they've dark digivolved into Dark Sakuymon. And now if they attack us we may have to destroy them. They are now no longer on our side, not exactly anyway." Kithira answered with both fear and regret in her voice.
"What are you talking about! That's Kassy and Mike we can't destroy them! They are our friends!-" began Devon out loud but was quickly silenced my Kithira.
"You are still young and naive, about a great many things concerning the darker side of the digimon world. Your mother did you a disservice by overly protecting you from it-- NO!" Kithira admonished Devon gently then was suddenly was being held up by her neck by the Dark Sakuymon.
"You think you can stop us? You are either with us or against us! We will destroy Anxerxes. If you get in our way you fall with him. But as I recall you have the same goals as we do. So I believe we should get going before we are discovered. I don't relish the idea of facing Anxerxes weak as a kit because of a few of Anxerxes minions decided to get annoying." Dark Sakuymon said coldly before putting Kithira down and heading inside, giving Devon and Kithira no choice but to follow with worried hearts and a lot of misgivings.
In the digital world.
"Damn! I forgot what it's like to come here." Lisa said picking herself up from the ground with Cole's help.
"Yeah the ride is ok, it's just the landings that suck" Said Dax dropping down from the boulder he landed on.
"It could be worse, we could have landed in a lake. Is everyone alright?" Achilles asked walking up with Deb on his arm.
"We're ok, Lisa just got surprised by the abrupt landing that's all. I on the other hand am used to it." Cole replied shrugging his shoulders as he dusted himself off.
"Same here." Rayne said dropping off the same boulder behind Dax.
"Good, let me get a fix on the gateway for unit #2 and we'll head out." Dax said pulling out his D-arc and hitting the scan button.
"Well at least the sky hasn't changed much since the last time I was here." Commented Lisa looking up at the multi colored sky overhead.
"On this layer, all the digimon are fortunate. Other layers are nothing more than dead lands devoid of all life anymore, this ongoing war between the digimon has taken it's toll on the digital world in many ways." Said Cole his tone sad but hardened from the years of fighting.
"Well at least now we know of who's behind all of this we just have to get into unit #2." Deb said looking at Cole.
"Ok, I got a trace on the gateway it's that way about two miles and down about thirty feet." Dax said pointing in the direction of the gateway.
"Then lets move, there's no telling how it's going for the others in the real world about now." Said Lisa heading the way he pointed.
"Everyone keep eyes and ears open, Anxerxes might have left some guarding the gateway." Cole cautioned as they started walking.
"True but if they did then they'll be in a world of hurt when the other team shows up along with us." Rayne replied taking a quick glance over a boulder.
"Enough chatter, let's get the job done." Dax said advancing down the canyon.
Meanwhile inside the gates of unit #2
Beelzemon watches as BomberNanimon was deleted by Dark Sakuymon's attack, and then her picking up the Kyubimon. Some words are said but he is unable to hear them from this distance. Shortly Dark Sakuymon lets the Kyubimon go and they turn toward the gate walking his way.
"Oh Shit! I think the boss can handle this himself." Beelzemon said looking up at the Cherrymon gathered inside the courtyard.
"You stay and fight like the rest of us or I'll load your data myself!" The Cherrymon in the lead of the other five Cherrymon said.
"Load your own data! I'm not sticking around to fight a dark digimon! Even with your help! I'm out of here!" Beelzemon said climbing on his motorcycle and burning rubber toward the open gate.
"Coward!" One of the Cherrymon shouted as Beelzemon speeds off.
Outside the gate Beelzemon power slides to a stop in front of the two Kyubimon and Dark Sakuymon.
Dark Sakuymon holds up her right hand as it starts to glow.
"Hold it! My fights not with you! I'm leaving! I just came here to find my tamer!" Beelzemon shouted hoping for mercy.
"Then leave already, or I'll load your data also!" Replies Dark Sakuymon her hand not wavering.
"I'm going, right now." Beelzemon said revving the throttle and swerving around them heading into the city.
As Beelzemon goes past them Dark Sakuymon turns her hand following him till he's out of sight obscured by the smoke of the fires in the area around unit #2.
"Why did you let him go?" Devon asked.
"Why not, he's not the one I'm after. His boss is the one I want." Replied Dark Sakuymon as she continued toward the gate.
"It does make sense, I imagine many of Anxerxes followers where promised their wildest dreams if they flocked to his call." Kithira said.
"It explains how he was able to get an army of digimon to follow him." Replied Devon flanking behind and to the right of Dark Sakuymon as Kithira did on the other side.
Stopping short of the gate Dark Sakuymon pulls her hands together in front of her and they begin glowing with power.
"What's she doing?" Thinks Devon as he watches the sphere of energy grow in her hands.
"Tsunami Force!" Dark Sakuymon shouts pushing the sphere of energy towards the gates.
When the sphere gets three feet away from her it spreads outward in a cone of bright energy toward the gate. When it hits, the gate and some of the wall on either side of the gate disappears in the explosion. Pieces of the gate and wall hurtle into the courtyard catching the gathered Cherrymon off guard.
"Knock! Knock!" Dark Sakuymon shouts as she charges into the court yard with Kithira and Devon on her heels.
All of the Cherrymon look dazed from the blast as the trio run in.
The two groups stare at each other for a second before the loud speaker on the wall forces them to act.
"What are you Cherrymon waiting for? Attack them!" Anxerxes shouted over the loud speaker.
"I got left!" Kithira shouts moving off to the left side.
"That's one hell of a knock! I got right!" Devon replied moving to the right.
"And I'll gladly take the middle." Dark Sakuymon said as she pulls out a wicked looking spear. (see Sakuymon's spear from season three but black with blood red runes etched into the length of the spear.)
"CHERRYMON'S ATTACK!" the Cherrymon shouts in the center.
In seconds cherrybombs start flying through the air at the trio.
"Talisman Sphere!" Dark Sakuymon shouts as the cherrybombs fly toward her and bounce off the sphere to explode harmlessly away from her as she walks forward toward the Cherrymon that gave the order to attack.
"Foxtail Inferno!" Kithira shouted hitting the nearest Cherrymon to her.
"Oh, Stop! That tickles!" The Cherrymon shouted that Kithira attacked.
"Were in trouble, these Cherrymon are stronger than they look!" Kithira hollers.
On the other side of the court yard Devon swings wide right and then pours on the speed with Kithira's shout. And diving in between the formation of cherrymon's, Devon swipes claws at a cherrymon as he passes and skids to a stop in the middle of them.
"Armor Spike attack!" Shouts Devon loudly.
All over his body the spikes sticking out of his armor detach and fly in all directions, some hitting the cherrymon's. As the spikes strike the cherrymon, Devon smiles almost evilly as the toxin coated spikes embed themselves into the cherrymon around him.
"Hey them spikes hurt! Try this for size!" Said a voice behind Devon just before one of the cherrymon's roots wrap around one Devon's rear legs and lifts him off the ground.
"Fuck! That ain't all I got shit head!" Shouts Devon as the cherrymon grabs his forelegs with its branches.
"Give up and I'll let him live!" The cherrymon shouted toward Kithira and Dark Sakuymon.
"Not going to happen!" Dark Sakuymon replied stepping closer to the line of cherrymon.
"What's wrong with me? I don't feel so good." One of the cherrymon said just before toppling over.
Devon watches as the one holding him leaves start to turn brown and fall off.
"What! My leaves are falling off, what did you do to me?" The cherrymon asks holding Devon as his branches start to wither up.
"Oh, I thought you knew. My spikes are poisoned!" Replied Devon as he flex's his muscles and breaks free.
Two more cherrymon topple over falling prey to Devon's poisoned spikes.
"Enough toying around!" says Kithira as she jumps into the air.
"Dragon Wheel! She shouts as she rises into the air and begins spinning end over end surrounded by cold blue flames. The front of the flames takes on the appearance of a dragons head and flames spew forth from its mouth enveloping the nearest cherrymon setting it on fire.
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Testing Johnny Test - Chapter 1
"Johnny, this is the last time I'm going to tell you. You are staying with your sisters at their house, while we are on our vacation," Hugh tells his son as the sound of a horn echoes through the phone "that's our train. Be good and don't mess with your sisters." Hugh hangs up the phone and follows his wife to the train.
"I hate having to stay with them. They have gotten, so boring since they made all that money with their food growth stuff," Johnny says and stuffing clothes into a suitcase.
"Johnny, hurry up or we'll leave you" Susan calls up the stairs.
"Great, I'll stay" Johnny calls down to her.
"Too bad. You're coming with me," Susan says going up the stairs and entering his room. "That's enough clothes, come on" she says and pushes him out of the bedroom. She slips around him "come on" she says and snaps her fingers.
Johnny follows her down the stairs and out of the house to her car. "We just had a few rooms added on, so you don't have to stay in the testing cells this time," Susan says as she drives to her house.
"Good, I hate those cells. I know the doors didn't close accidentally last time," Johnny says looking out the window as the drive through Porkbelly. Half an hour later, a few minutes outside Porkbelly city limits Susan turns off the road and Johnny gasps when he sees the house built onto the lab. "Wow, I never thought you two would have something like that built onto your lab" Johnny says as they stop in front of the front doors.
"Yeah, take your suitcase and find a room. There's plenty to choose from" Susan says when he opens the door. Johnny pulls the bag from the backseat, carries it into the house, and heads up the stairs in front of him. He walks down the hall, stops in front of the first room, and pushes the door open. He steps in and looks around. A computer sits on a desk and large TV sits opposite the bed with the drapes closed "nice" Johnny says and sets his suitcase down next to the bed.
"Hey Johnny" Mary says leaning against the doorframe and watching him as he starts unpacking.
"Hey" Johnny says as he hangs his shirts up in the closet.
"I see you've grown up a little. I remember when you would have thrown your clothes on the floor," Mary says as he stars putting his pants and underwear in a dresser. "When you finish go get something to eat and meet me in the lab. I want to ask you something," Mary says and turns leaving Johnny before he can say anything.
"Oh great, they already want to experiment on me" Johnny says and closes the drawer.
He leaves the room and heads down stairs and turns left into the kitchen "wow, that's a refrigerator" Johnny says as she steps up to the door and pulls it open. He takes out some ham, cheese, and starts piling it up on bread until he has a large sandwich. He puts it in the microwave and watches the cheese melt. He takes it out and sits at the table and is about to take a bite when Dukey walks into the room wearing a black suit.
"Hey Johnny" Dukey says and sits at the table "I heard you were here and thought I'd come visit you" the talking dog says and watches Johnny start eating the sandwich. "Have they already tried to experiment on you?" Dukey asks and Johnny sets his sandwich down.
"Not yet, but they want to ask me some questions in the lab when I finish this thing" Johnny tells his best friend.
Dukey looks at him and turns "be careful, who knows what they have up their sleeve" Dukey says and leaves the room as Johnny finishes the sandwich.
"Yeah, I know. I hope they don't turn me into something" Johnny says and heads for the lab. "Hello" Johnny says as he knocks on the large metal door separating the lab from the rest of the house.
A camera looks at him "just a minute" Susan says and Johnny can hear the sound of metal locks opening. The door slides open and Johnny steps in and the door slides shut behind him "we need a few more minutes to get the experiments ready. Entertain the guests while you wait" Mary says and Johnny looks around and see Janet Nelson Jr, Sissy Blakely, Jillian Vegan, Princess Maribel, and Joni West standing on the other side of the room in bikini's. Behind them is a door leading to a pool "go for a swim" Mary says and the intercom cuts off.
"Come on Johnny" sissy says grabbing his arm and pulling him to the pool. "Let's race" she says and pushes him into the changing room.
"Okay, give me a minute" Johnny says shutting the door and strips. When he is nude, he looks in the mirror and smiles "that gym membership has helped", he thinks and flexes his arms a little.
"Hurry up in there or I'm opening the door and pulling you out nude" sissy says and Johnny pulls on a pair of shorts without underwear.
"This should show her what she's missed by being so mean to me" Johnny thinks and steps out and sees the girls lined up in front of him. He looks at each one of them with a feeling of dread. As he looks at each girl, he guesses their breast size, Sissy, Maribel, and Joni have C or D cup breast, but when he gets to Jillian he feels a throb between his legs and guesses her chest is a DD cup.
In a flash, five squirt guns appear and Johnny screams when all five girls spray him. He tumbles back and then watches as they dive into the pool. "I'll get you five," Johnny says and grabs one of the squirt guns and runs around the pool. Within ten minutes, he has sprayed each girl and is now sitting on the edge of the pool. He keeps sneaking peaks at the girls as they run or swim past him and feels a swelling between his legs.
"Don't just sit there getting hard. Come and join us" sissy says from the other end of the pool loud enough for everyone to hear. Johnny slides into the pool and swims over to her.
"Shut up" he says and splashes her.
"Don't lie. We all know you have been looking at us. No straight man can stay soft with all these boobs and butts around him" sissy tells him and splashes him back.
"Everyone in the pool" Susan says over the intercom.
Maribel and Jon look up and then shrug. They jump in the pool and when all of them are in, the water starts moving. The drain opens and a whirlpool forms pulling the girls and Johnny into the center of the pool and down the drain. They scream as they are surrounded by water. After a few seconds, they slide out of a pipe and find several robotic arms holding towels.
"Mary, Susan, What did you do" Johnny says grabbing a towel and drying his yellow and red hair.
"We brought you 6 here, so we can review some past experiment we did on you and we want the girls to keep an eye on you," Mary says stepping into the room.
"What makes you think we want to watch your little brother while you experiment on him?" Janet says and crosses her arms over her large breasts.
"You'll be paid and I think you could have some fun," Susan says standing next to her sister. "So, will you do it?" and each girl nods and Johnny feels the same sense of dread he felt when he left the changing room.
"It's almost night time, so I think we should start with the werewolf ray" Mary says and pulls a ray gun from her pocket "we were able to make it much smaller then it was last time" she says and points it at Johnny.
"Whoa, stop!" Johnny says and they ignore him and zap him.
He lets out a howl and looks at them "nothing happened" Johnny says looking down at his body.
"Just go to bed and we'll see what happens" Susan says with a slight grin.
"Bed time for all of you. We have rooms for each of you" Mary tells them and rushes them out of the room and towards the bedrooms.
They each get ready bed as the sun sinks below the horizon. Johnny looks out the window and sees the moon and feels a tingle all over his body "looks like something is happening" he says and grits his teeth as his body starts to change. He lets out a howl as the transformation ends and he pants, trying to catch his breath after the change. He turns and leaves the room "hungry" he says and heads for the kitchen.
"Why didn't they put a bathroom in my bedroom" Janet says closing the bathroom door. She turns and heads for her room, she stops in her tracks when she sees werewolf Johnny and gasps. He turns when he hears her gasp and she gasps louder when she sees he is nude "looks like someone finally transformed" Janet says and smiles when he walks up to her.
Johnny stops in front of her and sniffs her chest making her giggle, his breath tickles her chest. He looks at her face and then bares his teeth at her. "Johnny, what are you doing?" she asks and takes a few steps back until she looks down his body and gasps again. Between his legs, his sheath has swollen to twice the size it was a few seconds before and the tip of his cock is sticking out.
Johnny jumps at her, pins her to the ground, and howls as he starts grinding his growing cock against her belly. He grabs her nightshirt and tears it open, making her scream as her bare breasts as exposed to the werewolf. "Stop it" she says starting to struggle under him. She screams and tries to pull her arms free of his hand. She kicks missing his balls, but hitting his legs. "Let me go" she says as she struggles.
Johnny takes one of her nipples into his mouth and starts sucking on it, making her struggles weaken as pleasure starts to emanate from her hardening nipples. After a few more seconds he moves down her body to her kicking legs and lets go of her arms and quickly grabs her legs and holds them down and spreads them open. He sniffs her pussy and feels his cock harden even faster. He runs his tongue up her pussy and hears her squeal as pleasure floods her body. "Stop it" she says, but Johnny ignores her and keeps licking at her pussy. He drives his tongue into her pussy, making her hips arch as a wave of pleasure rolls through her body. He starts tongue fucking her, making her pussy get even wetter until she arches her back and screams into the empty hallway.
"FUCK YES! DON'T STOP!" she screams as her pussy ripples around the tongue and the flow of pussy juice increases. More then a minute passes before she collapses weak from her orgasm as Johnny pulls his long, flexible tongue from her pussy and looks down at her.
"Are you going to fuck me now, Mr. wolfie?" Janet asks with a smile and he grabs her hips. He drives his cock into her making her eyes roll back as pain and pleasure mix sending her over the edge again. Her pussy starts rippling around his cock as he starts fucking her. He drives his cock in and out of her pussy making the wet hole even wetter as his pre-cum spurts into her.
Johnny howls as he feels her orgasm again, he moves his hands up to her breasts and squeezes them making her hips jerk against him. "Stop! Let me roll over!" Janet pants as her orgasm ends. Johnny gives her a few more pumps and then pulls out of her with a wet slurping sound. She rolls over onto her hands and knees and sticks her ass in the air. "Fuck me like a bitch in heat!" she moans and reaches between her legs and spreads her gaping pussy open for him.
He drops to his knees behind her, grabbing her ass, pushes his cock into her pussy making her eyes roll back and her arms give out as pleasure fills her body once again. He starts fucking in and out of her pussy, making him moan as her pussy snaps around his cock until he pushes his knot against her pussy lips. "Do it!" Janet moans feeling the swollen knot pressing against her pussy. Johnny growls and pushes harder against her until she screams and his knot pops into her pussy, stretching it like never before. "Cum in me!" Janet moans feeling the knot throbbing,
Johnny howls and starts fucking her even harder and faster until he leans over her back and pushes his cock as deep as he can and unloads his werewolf cum into her pussy. His cock jerks as jet after jet of cum floods her pussy. Her belly starts to swell as his knot holds the cum in her pussy. A full minute passes before Johnny's tight body relaxes and he lays on her, pinning her under him as he enjoys the afterglow of orgasm.
"Amazing!" Janet moans as his knot slowly shrinks "simply amazing!" Johnny gives his cock a yank and his knot pulls free of her pussy and a torrent of cum follows it. She rolls over onto her back and enjoys the afterglow of release.
Johnny stands up and runs off down the hall and out of sight. "That's just like you. Fuck and run" Janet says running a few fingers up her pussy and scooping up the cum and sucks them clean "nice and sweet" she mumbles and starts to get up. She heads for the bathroom. She sits on the toilet and watches as white werewolf cum slowly drips from her pussy. She sighs as her body tingles with each drop of cum that falls from her clit.
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The next week -- the first week since Pat and Jeremy and Jeremy's mother, Roni, became lovers -- went by painfully slow for all three. Pat and Jeremy had to see each other every day at school and conceal their lust for each other from their classmates. They both found themselves daydreaming during classes and sneaking longing glances at each other. Jeremy wanted Pat's cock back in his mouth in the worst way. Pat could not believe how much he wanted his friends cock back in his ass. Every time that week that he got a hard on, he felt a twitching at his back door needing to be filled again. Don't get him wrong, he was not a complete bottom. He still wanted badly to be inside of Roni and to take his friends anal cherry, but he also wanted to feel cock inside of himself again.
To ease his pain, several times during the week Pat found himself jerking off in the shower with his left hand while a shampoo coated right hand eagerly slid two, three, even four fingers deep inside his anal canal.
Things had to be worst for Jeremy. Not only did he see Pat all day in class, but he also saw his mom all night at home. And Roni had never been shy about wearing skimpy shorts and shirts around the house. Jeremy seemed to have a hard on 24/7! He had to keep it concealed at school, but walked around the house in a pair of loose shorts and no underwear in the hopes that his mother would see it and continue their incestuous relationship onenne during week. He even tried to slip up behind her one night while she stood at kitchen sink washing dishes. He rubbed his hard dick through his shorts against his mother's ass and felt her breasts through her shirt, excited to find that she wore no bra. But when her only response was "That will have to wait until Friday night when Pat is here," he went upstairs to his bedroom to take care of himself for what seemed like the 100th time that week.
Finally, Friday was upon them all. Jeremy and Pat, who also played on the basketball team together, gutted through the two hour practice in anticipation of the night to come. In the shower after practice, the two exchanged several glances at each other, but tried no to look too long in fear that their penises might spring to life in front of their teammates. They showered quickly drove home as fast as they could.
When the boys arrived at the house they hoped to find Roni naked in the doorway to great them. However, they instead found a note for them that simply read:
"Boys, I had to run out to work on a surprise for tonight. Have fun and I will see you soon. Love, mom."
The boys wasted no time in having fun. They headed straight to Jeremy's bedroom and practically ripped off their clothes. Jeremy dropped to his knees as if trying to grab a loose ball in basketball and engulfed Pat's dick as fast as he could. Jeremy loved feeling Pat's manhood grow in his mouth. He loved the first few strokes his mouth took on his flaccid cock and loved it even more as he slid his lips slowly over his quickly inflated rod. Pat grabbed the back of Jeremy's head and began thrusting into Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy let his best friend fuck his mouth, grabbing onto Pat's hips to hold himself up. With each thrust Pat's dick went a little farther into Jeremy's throat, gagging his friend. Jeremy tried his best to loosen his throat to let his friend in more. The gagging was producing a good amount of saliva adding lube to the efforts.
"Oh, fuck this feels so good!" Pat announced. "Take my cock you bitch! Take it down your throat!"
Jeremy couldn't believe his best friend had just called him a bitch. What's more, he couldn't believe it turned him on! Jeremy began moving his tongue around and clenching and unclenching his throat muscles, adding to the pleasure that Pat was feeling. In no time Pat said he was cumming.
Jeremy pushed himself off of Pat's cock and began stroking it.
"That's it," he said. "Cum on my face."
Jeremy opened his mouth and watched string after string of Pat's creamy substance explode from the tip of his penis and hurl towards his awaiting mouth. Some landed on Jeremy's tongue, some on his cheek, some even in his hair.
While the boys were busy having their fun, Roni was out working on her surprise. As she approached the familiar door, worry and doubt filled her mind. What if this doesn't work? I could have a lot of explaining to do if this backfires on me. She threw caution to the wind and knocked on the door. The door was answered by a tall man in pretty good shape for being in his mid-forties.
"Oh, hi, Roni. What can I do for you?"
Roni took a deep breath. "You will never guess what our sons have done. Can you please come with me to my house to see this?" And with that, Roni drove Pat's dad Bob to her house...
They walked up the stairs and approached Jeremy's bedroom door.
"Now, this is going to be a bit of a shock. Whatever you do, remain calm and just stay here in the hallway with me and take it all in."
Bob could not imagine what the boys had gotten themselves into, but he was prepared for the worst. Roni slowly opened the door a crack trying not to make any noise to disturb the action that she sure was going on behind this closed door. Bob's jaw dropped to the floor as he looked in; he was frozen by the sight.
Laying on his back in the middle of the floor was his son, Pat, naked with his best friend on top of him in a 69 position. He stood there, stunned, as he watched Jeremy's cock disappear into his son's mouth and then reappear.
He was brought back to consciousness as he felt Roni's body on his back and her soft voice whispering in his ear.
"I found the doing this last weekend. Like you, I found this disturbing, our boys sucking each other off..."
Bob suddenly felt Roni's hand reach around his body and rub his member through his jeans. Both of them were a little surprised to find that Bob's cock was already hard.
"I can see you are finding this entertaining," Roni said. "I found myself drawn to that conclusion myself. In fact, I even joined them last weekend."
Bob could not believe what he was hearing, but could not help his interest in finding out more. Roni unzipped Bob's pants, slipped her hand inside and found his hard 8 inches, and continued:
"Your son is quite a fast learner. Jeremy loves receiving head from Pat. He is really quite the cocksucker, as you can see. I just loved feeling his shaft in my ass while Jeremy fucked my pussy. And he seemed to absolutely love having Jeremy fuck his tight hole. I have been trying to teach them about sex, but I'm sure that they could use a lesson from a man as well. I think all four of us could have some fun."
Bob nodded his head in agreement. It had been quite awhile since his wife had passed and, due to the same reason, since he had been laid. This was all too perfect for him. He had always desired Roni; she was simply stunning. And like his son, he had always had gay "tendencies." His wife used to wear a strap on dildo to fuck Bob's ass, then leave it on get in the doggy style position so that Bob could fuck her ass and stroke her "penis" pretending that she was a he. Bob had always thought of himself as lucky for having found a woman who was receptive to that fantasy. Now he knew that he was very lucky.
The two shed their clothing and Roni entered the room. "Hello boys. Enjoying yourselves?"
Jeremy rolled off of Pat and said, "Yes, very much. We have already exchanged loads and were just waiting for you."
"Good," she replied. "As promised, I have a big surprise for you. Are you ready for it?"
They both shook their heads eagerly, but were shocked when Bob walked through the door naked with a major hard on.
"OK, both of you get on your knees!" commanded Roni.
They did as they were told. Bob walked over to his son who had a puzzled look on his face. "So, I hear you are turning into quite the cocksucker. Why don't you show your dad just how good you are?" Bob grabbed his cock and pointed it right in his son's face. Pat slowly leaned forward, parted his lips, and slipped them over his father's head.
"That's it, son. Suck your father's cock. I want to feel the whole thing down your throat. I'm bigger than your friend, so you are really going to have to work for it."
Pat began sucking his father's tool. He couldn't believe how large he was and how much he was spreading his mouth. His dad didn't lie, he was larger than Jeremy. He started slow, getting used to the size. As he began getting more comfortable he began picking up the pace. He also began taking more and more of his father's cock down his throat. After a few minutes, Pat had worked all 8 inches into his throat and was pushing, trying to get it down as far as possible.
Not to miss out on the fun, Roni stood in front of her son, spread her legs and guided Jeremy's face to her dripping pussy lips. Jeremy dove right in, he had wanted to eat her again all week. He kept stealing glances of Pat deep-throating his father while he sucked on his mother's clit.
Almost in unison, Bob and Roni came. Roni covered her son's face in her juices while Bob filled his son's mouth with his seed. For the first time since his wife died, someone other than himself brought him to orgasm. He never would have guessed that it would be his son doing it. Pat pulled away from Bob's now empty cock and opened his mouth to show his father his mouthful of cum before he swallowed it.
Jeremy was overtaken with lust. He moved quickly behind Pat and pushed him over so that he was on all fours. Everyone in the room knew what was going to happen now and no one wanted it more than Pat. Jeremy spit onto Pat's brown opening and rubbed the liquid in. He spit there again, and then onto his cock, lubing it up quickly. He placed the head at his friends opening and asked, "You want this inside of you, right?" But he might as well have no asked, because he didn't wait for the answer. He quickly pushed in and Pat felt the slight pain that was quickly becoming familiar.
"Oh fuck yes!" Pat screamed his reply, and he reveled in the sensation of once again receiving a dick deep in his ass. He loved it and he loved that his dad was watching him get butt fucked. Jeremy ravaged his ass. Pat knew at this pace that his friend would not last long so he enjoyed the feeling as much as possible.
"Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck my ass! Oooh yeah, get it deep, deeper please. I want to really feel your cock inside of me. Come on, fuck me faster! Fuck my ass harder!"
Jeremy was pistoning in and out as hard, fast and deep as he could. He felt his friend's asshole pull on his dick with each thrust. Bob couldn't believe the words coming from his son's mouth, but knew that he got this desire from him. He remembered commanding his wife to use the strap on dildo in the same way.
Roni moved over to Bob and looked at him saying, "You get him next. I need to get you ready." Roni bent down and took Bob in her mouth, getting his dick nice and wet to slide into his son next. He looked down at Roni on her knees blowing him and then looked up just in time to see Jeremy grab Pat's hips, take one final thrust, and bury his load deep into his ass.
"Oh yeah, I can feel you shooting inside of me. It feels so good, your cock is pulsating in my ass, oh I love it! Give it all to me!"
Jeremy drained his balls completely and moved out of the way.
"Daddy," Pat said, "it's your turn now. Come screw your son's ass."
Bob didn't need to be told twice. He replaced Jeremy behind Pat and slipped the head of his dick inside of his son's ass. "Oh yeah," Pat responded.
"Oh, do you like that feeling? Do you like the feeling of being entered?" Bob pulled all the way out and entered the head again and received the same welcome response. He did this several times, sliding in, pulling all the way out and then reentering the hole. Finally, after the seventh or eighth time, Bob slid all the way in, burying his cock fully inside his son's tight, but slightly used, hole. "Oh my god! I can feel Jeremy's cum around my cock. Fucking amazing!"
"Oh yeah, use it as lube. Fuck me daddy. I want to be fucked good and hard. I don't ever want you to stop fucking me. Your hard cock feels so good! I feel like I am being split in two and I love it!" Pat kept yelling out filthy comments as his father fucked his ass hard. For a good fifteen minutes, Bob plowed into his son's back door and both were enjoying it immensely. Bob couldn't hold out any longer and Pat felt the cock inside of him become rigid. Then, he felt the warmth of his father's cum fill him up, mixing with Jeremy's semen that was still inside. The feeling made Pat blow his load all over the carpet. As Bob's cock shrank, he pulled out of his son's ass. Bob, Roni and Jeremy all watched the cum mixture follow Bob's dick out of Pat's ass and spill down his leg.
Bob looked at Roni and said, "Thanking you so much for making me aware of what our son's were up to. What's next?" | Best Friends Ch. 05 | [
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Neral sat in her study to the left of the cracking fire, light reflecting not only in her brown eyes, but from the dagger before her. Usually sheathed to her hip, she let the light dance as she contemplated what to do with it. "If it is him, I can't kill him. I want to. Under other circumstances I could, but not like this."
"You have more than enough evidence, my love," Bryana answered, her disdain for the people they were discussing crystal clear.
"Evidence that I can't use publicly," she said, fighting the urge to groan in frustration. "Ordinarily I could lay the claim, Lord Vesik would be tried based on my evidence, and could either accept the verdict or challenge me. He would never accept the verdict, so he'd take the challenge, and then I kill him." She said it with the certainty that another would in claiming that the sun would rise in the morning. As Commander of Erette's armed forces who had seen more than her share of battle in her still young life, she could afford that certainty.
She stretched her legs as she contemplated her position. She wore a simple gray gown, preferring simple when at home compared to the body armor or formal dress required for the day. The long skirt was slit up the side to afford freedom of movement, and one of her few eccentricities was that boots were a near constant part of her attire. From regulation uniform boots to every other style she possessed, she simply felt more comfortable and secure in them, probably from having spent most of her life trudging about in them. The soft leather of her black ankle boots was a bit of a balm just then.
"I cannot go to the queen with what I know because, what do I tell her? It all comes to me from my husband the Healer and his apprentice, but they are not simply healers. They used forbidden magic and manipulated minds so that I can know what I know. Whether or not he is tried would be the least of my worries."
Bryana paced in front of the bookcase on the other side of the room in her white-sleeved burgundy gown. It was simple, but gold trim gave it a touch of class. Her blonde hair moved with her in such a way that it seemed to share her agitation. She stopped, turning toward Neral, crossing her arms, "Let me kill him. No one will be able to trace it to you. No one will be able to trace it at all. He would simply not wake up one morning. It would be more peaceful than the end he plotted for you and the queen."
"No."
She was incredulous as she approached the table. "How can you say that so quickly and firmly? He was going to use you to kill the queen. He was going to kill you." Her tone softened just slightly, pushing back guilt and shame that came with remembering, "I almost succeeded in making that a reality. You cannot just ask me to sit idle and let what he's done go unanswered. We've already ended people in this."
Deres watched them go back and forth, saying nothing until now, marveling over how things had turned and twisted to reach the point where they could live as lovers and squabble like marrieds. And that it had become the three of them together was glorious. His wife had chosen to bond with him irrevocably, and, while Bryana hadn't chosen the changes to her, she was happy and was precisely where she wished to be. "Middlemen," he said smoothly and casually. "Ending them makes such plots more difficult to employ in the short and long run. We didn't kill Prince Kudan and, for many of the same reasons, we shouldn't kill Vesik."
"We're not even completely sure he's responsible yet." She set her blade down and ran her fingers through her brown hair, fighting off a wave of mental fatigue. "So Kudan saw Vesik's house mistress pick up a money drop. It certainly suggests that she is involved, but not him." In her heart though, she knew it was likely true. The House of Vesik and the House of Jaye had sparred for generations, and within the last few, Vesik had fallen slightly as Jaye had ascended. Such was likely to continue to be the case with her family's close ties to the royal family. Any one of those reasons was enough to attempt to eliminate the queen and the Jayes in one action.
"We'll know soon," Deres told her.
She turned to him, marveling at the light in those dark blue eyes and the strength in that body that belied his true skills. "We will?"
He nodded. "Things are already in motion on that front. We'll know in a few days. I'll handle it myself."
Bryana almost rolled her eyes and Neral smirked knowingly, "You will, will you?"
"It has to be done quickly and correctly, so I'll be the one to handle it."
"And it has nothing to do with said house mistress being comely in the extreme, of course?"
He looked correctly appalled at the idea. "Certainly not, Neral. I am a married man."
"And, as we all know, marriage prevents dalliance," she nipped, enjoying the rest from the back and forth up until this point.
"You would know," he jabbed back.
"That my activities happen at all are things you made part of me, I will point out."
He shrugged, "You and Bryana are happy. I suspect if I called in your other bedpet and asked her, she would be most pleased as well, so...you're welcome?"
"I am so," Bryana said, her voice sweetness.
Neral looked at her, "I am, too."
The sorceress leaned forward, propping herself up on the table with her palms, "Then let us accept as a given that the comely house mistress will likely be cumming, and let's move on." Her tone turned more serious. "If the dear Lord is involved, let me end him."
"No," she said again, more firmly, as if speaking to a subordinate, and, in some ways she was. "Others may choose to connect it to me because they heard whispers second or third hand of Vesik's plot. That such would put my family in danger anyway is intolerable enough, but what if someone decided to believe or act on the wrong whisper? One of his allies acts against a family otherwise oblivious to this in his name? Or they simply take advantage of the turmoil to gain position? The result is potentially the same. If there were a clear path of evidence..."
"That a man like him would never allow to exist to start with," Deres added.
Neral ignored it, but it was true enough. "If there were a clear path of evidence, I could act and the fallout would be limited and such that the queen's skill could control it. I am the protector of the people and I won't risk unleashing Goddess knows what mess by killing him without law and tradition at my back."
Deres finally rose from his chair, "Then, if he does have responsibility in this, and he cannot be killed, he has to be ruined. He has to be so publicly shamed that, not only does he lose position, everyone around him will distance themselves from him like rats from a burning house and no one would want to retaliate in his name."
Bryana contemplated his words, "Also, if it's outlandish enough, those close to him that might know or suspect he employed those versed in forbidden magics would be too paralyzed to act even if they wanted to out of fear of...equal reprisal."
Neral studied her carefully, noting the wheels turning behind her eyes. "You are still evil."
Bryana noted the wide grin on those full lips, "Only in your service, love."
Deciding that, if they did not yet have a plan or even the makings of one, they had a goal for said plan, she felt calm enough to put away her blade and the daydreams that went with it. Slipping it into its sheath, her skin tingled knowing his eyes were upon her leg that was now exposed to the thigh. She loved and wanted him; that magic made that true didn't matter. It was a magic she chose and she was glad of it daily. "What are you looking at?"
"Just noting that where that long, beautiful leg should stop, there is simply more long, beautiful leg."
Neral deliberately draped her skirt over it. "Perhaps you can explore them later."
"And later still, amuse us all with a dissertation comparing and contrasting her body with that of the house mistress."
Deres's eyes narrowed, "I never should have allowed you to regain speech."
Neral rapped her knuckles on the table, "Lady and gentleman, we should focus on what we should do in the event Lord Vesik is as responsible as we believe him to be. I will be perfectly happy to listen to you trade barbs later." She genuinely would be, too. They were words of love and mutual admiration disguised and it gave her joy to listen to and share in the occasional battles of rapid-fire wit.
They spent the next two hours on the what and the how depending on what the questioning revealed. It was wicked and it was twisted, but, if successful, it would ruin his position, if not his House, and wouldn't cause any ripple effects beyond at least a decade of whispers at Court.
With everything as decided as it could be for the moment, they prepared to leave the study for the late supper that her own house mistress, Tessa, was no doubt making sure was kept warm for them. At the door of the study, Neral wrapped her arms around her husband's waist and looked deeply into the eyes of the man who owned her in every way she wanted to be. "You know you do not need my permission for...whatever with that girl. You have it anyway."
"She is a temptation," he admitted, pulling her close to him, "though I have many."
"Just make sure she shares what she knows and helps us, and you are free to do as you please, as you always are. Though, to be honest, I would not mind that dissertation at some point." Her fingers went through that close-cropped dark hair, enjoying the almost bristly texture.
"Goddess."
They paid Bryana no mind as he nodded. "As much detail as you wish. I do...like how you have settled into yourself."
"I like what I am. Wasn't that your hope?"
"It was. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy it in its own right."
She kissed him. "Fair enough."
Days later, Neral took some time to enjoy the changes from old self to new. When moved, canceled, and shorter than anticipated meetings left her with a couple of unspoken for hours on a mid-week afternoon, she took the time to meet with her own house mistress. That the meeting was taking place in the general's grand canopy bed was increasingly becoming, while not the norm, less and less unusual. What had started simply as Tessa coming in to report that she'd given Deres the information that Vesik's house mistress would be at the markets that afternoon as he'd asked had evolved quickly. Tessa thought nothing of the request. What she had been able to gather from about the house suggested that she or her master had wronged Neral in serious fashion, so whatever response would happen was called for, as Neral Jaye was not prone to overreaction.
Before the spell that bound her to her husband, Neral was often rigid in manner and worldview. That formality was something that was still a part of her and would always be due to upbringing and position, but she could relax now, shedding it all for a time to simply enjoy being. {He made me better.} And wasn't that the purpose of marriage regardless of its inception: to make one another better?
Being able to see the beauty in any woman as much as any man was undeniably better as she looked upon the sweet, quiet soul who managed her house and, in many ways, her life while the young woman straddled her. Tessa's flaming red hair fell to her mid-back and was usually as meticulously kept as the rest of her because she knew well that her appearance and bearing invited judgments more on her House of birth and employment, and the latter's Mistress than Tessa herself. It was something she took as seriously as her mother and all her mothers before her almost as far back as she could trace.
Neral amused herself simply looking at that mother earth body. Tessa's thighs were meaty, but muscled and the rest of her body was plump in ways that only served to accentuate her femininity and invite fingers and tongue to explore that softness, from the fullness of her ass, to the way a hand could sink ever so slightly into that belly, to the breasts that hung large on her chest with the pale nipples that begged to be sucked and bitten as they had been very recently.
The sheets were rumpled and sunlight streamed in through the windows as Neral busied herself with the all important task of looking into those emerald pools and trying to count the freckles that dappled her chest. The tactician in her also was curious to see how long it might take the girl to blush under the scrutiny. The answer was, 'longer than expected,' but it still pleased Neral to see those cheeks redden. "Yes, Mistress?"
A hand went down the younger woman's breastbone before squeezing and hefting her right breast, causing a pleased yelp. "You are so beautiful, Tessa."
"Thank you, Mistress." She eyed Neral critically and hungrily. "And I have always thought you so. I've always admired that body." She became just a tad wistful as she gazed, "Envied it, really. I watch you spar and I've heard stories of you on the field from those that were there; you bettering five men at once." She leaned in to gently kiss a scar that went across her ribs just under the left breast.
"I know that story, and it was only three."
Tessa laughed as she rose from planting kisses, "You say that as though you expect it to diminish your skill."
"Only correcting the record. But don't discount your own body. It's capable of more than you think. I would be happy to teach you, if you wish."
Her eyes lit. "Really?"
Neral nodded. "You might need a skill or two. I see how the men follow you around the markets."
"And speak to me for half an hour before they look up and realize that my voice doesn't just come from the air around them." They shared a laugh as Tessa placed Neral's hands on her own hips and ran her hands up and down her forearms lovingly, "I accept that they will be necessary to continue my line properly...but you do know that...men have never been my first preference, don't you?"
"I do."
"I have always been discreet in that. I would never bring shame on my House or yours by flaunting such in front of those that might care."
Neral rose and wrapped her arms around the plush redhead, letting her hands caress her back, "Let the fact that we've never once had the need to discuss it be my response to that."
Tessa kissed Neral's temple and down her cheek as they embraced. "I only mean, ultimately, that I have always been...available to you and am happy that you're now choosing to take advantage of that."
"My loss until now," Neral admitted.
"Know that I am also available to your husband and your other. I don't fear the guild mage."
Their play stopped for a moment. Neral could not quite hide her surprise and Tessa enjoyed that even as she feared displeasing her, explaining, "Healers don't wear guild marks and runes on their skin."
"For allegedly secret guilds, it seems that everyone knows about them but me."
"Don't feel badly. Nobility only seems to see what at it's level. For the poor and working poor that can't afford what you can and still need, they seek out other means. I know of them. I'd never deal with them. They can be unpredictable and, for me to deal with them would invite punishment for myself and perhaps for you. I would risk neither. There is also the truth that you have seen and understood more of the lives of those beneath you than most of Court. It's another reason I admire you."
"Pragmatism, Tessa." When she looked at Neral in wonder, the general continued. "It's always seemed prudent to acknowledge and respect those who make make your house and, in more ways than one, make your House run. That they know where you sleep and prepare your food is no small matter either."
She smiled. "You are respected as well."
"That pleases me." She wanted to go back to something that piqued her curiosity, "You don't fear the mage?"
She shook her head. "She is here because you wish it and I know you, you would not endanger us. Aside from that, she lives as your protector. It's in her eyes and the way she walks, even here in the safety of your home."
Neral searched those eyes. There had never been deceit or manipulation in them even once. She would take secrets to her grave if need be. "I will tell you the whole story one day."
"You will tell me when and if you decide it becomes my concern. Until then, all I see tells me it does not need to be. A concern I should like to discuss?"
Neral began to kiss across her pale shoulder, "Yes?"
"Now that you have a husband and...one day down the road I should like to carry forward my line and would prefer to forgo courtship and marriage to a male...?"
Ties between Houses were complex, and, usually generational things. One family begins work in a high position within nobility, trust is built, and then, for nobility, that House becomes first choice for other positions and ties deepen. Indeed, Tessa's mother still proudly served Neral's. Lines blurred with time passed and affection built. Perhaps the first instances were a barren Mistress wanting a child or one with a wandering husband who simply didn't care so long as he strayed with one so trusted. Children that came from such mixing were generally favored and got opportunities from the more powerful House that would likely not appear otherwise.
At any rate, Neral understood so completely that she didn't bother to stop her petting. She had in fact expected it whenever it happened that she did finally wed. "When that time comes, whenever it does, we would be happy to assist."
Tessa squeezed the iron-firm thigh within her reach, shivering at the fact that it gave so little as she noted and enjoyed the word choice. "We?"
"I care for and respect you. It would," she groped for the proper word even as she groped those full, alabaster breasts, "wound me to know you were suffering alone with the gender not your preference, necessary as he may be." Lust crept into her voice, "I believe I can make it easier for you."
"A man is not exactly torture." She gasped when she felt and saw Neral obscenely try to put as much of one breast as possible in her mouth while pawing the other, "But I would like that very much, Mistress."
Neral stopped what she was doing to purr, "Considering all the things we have done up to now, and all we probably will do, when we are like this: alone and intimate, you can certainly call me Neral."
"Perhaps I prefer to call you Mistress." A coquettish smile came with the words.
Neral's brows lifted. "Is that so?"
She nodded. "Next to you as a thousand men and women wait for your command? It makes my toes curl."
Neral kissed her. "Just when I think I know you, you surprise me. Well, dear. Let's see if we can't make those toes curl now."
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Text: "If we do this, you're sure you can fix it, right?" Violet bit the corner of her lower lip, partly in anticipation and partly in apprehension. This was, of course, entirely her idea. But that didn't mean she was willing to charge forward no questions asked.
"Yes, I've double checked everything just to make sure," replied Charlie. "It's as safe as anything else you've done before. I wouldn't let you do it otherwise."
It had been years since Violet first toured the Chocolate Factory. In the aftermath, her ordeal of turning into a human blueberry had haunted her for the longest time. But as she grew older, she unintentionally found herself fixated increasingly on the event. Her mind kept going back to it, to the Three-Course gum, and to the inexorable inflating (there was no better word for it) caused by the final course. Eventually her anxiety turned to obsession which turned in turn grew into a secret desire.
Finally, she broke down and contacted Charlie, who now ran the entire works, and sheepishly asked if she could do it again. That had been a few years back; he agreed, and Violet had been to the Factory a few times in the interim, chewing the experimental gum willingly, knowing the outcome yet still frightened by it. Intellectually she was aware of what was going to happen, but emotionally each time it was akin to riding a roller coaster.
'Riding a roller coaster,' Violet mused, 'that's exactly what it was like, only multiplied ten-fold.' All of the fear and excitement, but no real danger. Violet found herself hooked on the adrenalin rush. Previously she tried roller coasters, real ones; she tried sky diving; she even tried bungee jumping off of bridges. But they weren't the same. They were all over...too quickly, leaving her empty and depleted. Inevitably she came back to the original incident, so she pursued the only course of action available to her and reached out to Charlie.
Each time she blew up into a blueberry, she got the adrenalin rush she needed. It carried her for a while, until she could no longer deny the yearning to go again. This time, however, she had something new she wanted to try. She outlined her plan to Charlie who agreed, albeit begrudgingly. And now here she was back in the Factory, late at night and away from prying eyes.
"Okay...go!" yelled Violet, staring intently at the giant white television camera from her spot on the platform. There was a flash of light and then...nothing. In her non-existence, Charlie rushed over from the controls to the modified Wonkavision receiver and fiddled with some dials. Whereas Mike ended up about four inches tall, this specific receiver was larger, so the end result was bigger. From darkness, Violet experienced herself being pulled back into reality, like slowly waking up from a deep slumber. Coherent again, she looked down at herself, completely normal save for the fact she was about twelve inches tall.
"Holy cow!" exclaimed Violet, "That was totally trippy! I feel like a Barbie doll!" She thrust her hip out and posed momentarily for good measure. Satisfied, Violet hopped down onto the tabletop and tried on her new size for good measure. "I can see why Mike wanted to do it again...that was so weird."
After a minute or two of wandering about and chattering on aimlessly about her scaled-down perspective, Violet settled into her new size and was ready to proceed. She sauntered over to a length of string, although to her it was akin to a piece of rope. She picked up one end and tied it firmly around her ankle, tugging at it once or twice to make sure it was secure. She reached into the pocket of her blue one-piece jumper, pulling out a sizable flask along with a piece of the Three-Course gum she so desperately craved.
Violet adjusted the wide red belt set on her waist, seemingly to straighten it. In reality she was attempting to calm the butterflies fluttering in her stomach (the belt was merely a prop anyway, as a throwback to her first brush with becoming a blueberry). Violet's consciousness was dizzy with possibilities, nervously anxious to what lay ahead. She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve.
"Well, here goes nothing," Violet declared with false bravado to no one in particular. She placed the experimental gum in her mouth, chewing deliberately. Violet savored the rich taste of tomato soup, her exhilaration germinating as the lingering flavor faded to be replaced by roast beef and baked potato; her hand unconsciously glided lightly over the surface of her abdomen, determined to perceive any changes as they occurred.
The act of blowing up was the act of losing all control, surrendering it. It was more the polar opposite of an act however, because all the recipient had to do was nothing...immobilized first by fear and disbelief, then by their own expanding frame. While Violet's mind raced, her body remained firmly still except for her rhythmic chewing.
As the main course waned, Violet stirred from her uncharacteristically silent aspect and quickly popped open the flask; the stopper unhinged with the sound of a gunshot, making her jump slightly. Her nerves had been progressively on edge, ever since she hopped up on the Wonkavision platform. The feeling became more intense each passing moment.
Violet took a swig from the flask then paused briefly. She decided for more and tilted the flask back again, chugging this time. The Fizzy Lifting Drink churned and bubbled, imparting a steadily growing bloated sentiment on top of her ample 'meal' thus far. Violet swiftly stoppered the flask again and set it down.
"Here it comes!" Violet announced. As the sweet zest of blueberries, flakey crust and rich cream saturated her taste buds, Violet's heart pounded harder. Momentarily overwhelmed, she stifled a quiet moan. Unwittingly Violet swallowed bite after bite of the blueberry pie and cream. The seemingly endless dessert vied for her attention as the Fizzy Lifting Drink went to work. As she saw the deepening blue hue creep across her exposed skin, Violet realized she timed it out almost perfectly.
"I should've had a mirror set up, so I can watch myself," Violet speculated to no one, her voice suddenly trailing off. "Oh...oh...it's starting to happen!" Violet's eyes widened as she looked down at her belly. Her blue one-piece had specially-designed pleats and seams; it would conform to her curves but, as Violet filled out, her outfit would fill out as well to accommodate.
Violet's midsection incrementally surged in girth, her belt going from slack to snug to tight in nothing flat. Even as Violet's waistline flourished, she could feel herself become lighter, a byproduct of the Fizzy Lifting Drink.
"I feel funny," Violet quipped aloud, oblivious and lost in a multitude of clashing perceptions. Overstrained, her belt burst off with a resounding 'crack!' and her midriff billowed outward at an alarming rate. Simultaneously her still-swelling form lifted and gently rose upward off of the tabletop, buoyed by the Fizzy Lifting Drink. As she drifted lazily higher, Violet swelled rounder and fuller with each passing second.
Violet could feel herself inflating, blowing up like a blueberry. Her impending sense of helplessness and the burgeoning tightness within her were inexplicably offset by a spreading impression of airy lightness. Gentle breezes caressed her skin and casually bounced her around. She closed her eyes for an instant, trying to take it all in.
As the string reached its limit, the sudden jar causing Violet's eyes to open. Looking down, all she could see was a massive blue hemisphere curving out below her...she was completely spherical save her head, hands and feet. She wiggled her toes in her shoes, 'fruitlessly' she thought in what she considered a witty pun, making her smirk. With no purchase she found moving her feet only bobbed her around to a greater extent.
Violet flapped her hands, also useless, then bent her fingers, as best she could, against her distended shape. At least she could enjoy the tactile sensation under her fingertips, the skin tight and smooth, fabric stretched to its limits. Ever nerve-ending tingled with expectancy until Violet felt as if she was going to explode.
"We did it!" Violet proclaimed, "I'm a balloon! I'm actually a big, round, full, blue balloon! String and all!" And she did look like a toy balloon tied up there, one that anyone could buy at any fair or carnival. Violet inwardly shuddered in prolonged excitement, unable to move, bending to the whim of whatever random eddies and currents happened upon her overly enlarged form.
"So," Charlie spoke finally, "what now?"
Violet looked mischievously over at her stunned roommates, Amber in a same-styled yellow jumper, Chloe in green. They both shuffled nervously at what they had just witnessed for the first time, but were still deeply intrigued nonetheless. Curiosity, as it were, had no bounds, and Violet had definitely piqued their interest.
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Everyone has a secret desire, our weakness, something dirty and shameful that we hide from the world. An addiction. For me it was sex.
It started out small enough. Well... eight inches is small, right? Size is relative, and all that, but it does matter, and... Getting ahead of myself. Eight inches of black latex, almost as thick as my wrist, with a motor inside that'd make your teeth chatter when set on "Richter scale". It was a Carisbrooke model BR453, "Rocket". To me, it was Bruce. Oh the batteries we went through...
Back in high school, I knew other girls were having sex, and I wanted to too, but the boys wouldn't even look at me. I didn't blame them. A pipsqueak of a mouse, barely any curves to speak of, dressed like a school marm or a nun-to-be, soda bottle glasses, straight As, one of three Valedictorians... I was invisible at best. I ached for all the things a girl does; love, affection, companionship, and a rock hard dick sating my needs. But I couldn't have it, so I settled for focusing on school work and picked up Bruce. I love the internet.
Maybe I focused on school a little too hard. Putting all that frustrated energy and all my loneliness into my studies meant suffering in the friends department. Being an only child with cousins who lived out of state, it meant I grew up surrounded by adults; it's why I relate to teachers much more than my peers. Since I wasn't predisposed to be a social butterfly, there was no incentive to try and no successes, aside from the tiny ring of invisibles and castaways that clung together like survivors on ship debris. But all that achievement scored me enough scholarships to have pick of the litter for schools, which tore me away from the circle of confidants I was so interwoven with.
I always told myself that as soon as I reached a higher level of education, the kids would be different, would appreciate my intelligence and my character and not the fact I looked like I was born to be a librarian. Sadly, middle school proved to be the hormone breeding pit and the real beginning of social stratification, high school amounted to a micro-cultural battle ground, and college became a shadow of high school with harder classes.
Old habits die hard; I stayed in the same rut. Hard work, avoiding any semblance of a social life, and watching everyone have fun outside my bubble of isolation. Except this time, two things were different. First, I discovered online sex. Sure, porn was interesting for ideas of fantasies, but the interactive nature of the internet really opened up to me; I got to roleplay actual hot sex and explore fantasies, and it hit me like a sledge hammer. Since freshman classes were lightweight, I spent a lot of free time on the computer, and upgraded to a new toy (named Duke).
The second exception was the fact I had a roommate. Back home I had my own room and parents who gave space, but now the issue of privacy reared its ugly head. To say the least, there many a long night I wish I could have had Bruce or Duke, especially with the online stuff really taking off. So, mentally I was exhilarated and filled with pleasure and desire and all these new ideas, but now I was really, really getting sexually frustrated. Finally, near the end of the semester, I just said fuck it, grabbed one of my Boys and started blowing off some steam in a bathroom stall.
After spending the summer back home with more quality time between me, my toys and my computer, I came back to college to a new roommate. Carmelita was the opposite of me; athletic, curvy, energetic, and above all, a party girl. A built jaguar on the volleyball team and in a sorority, she considered herself an expert on dating, fashion, and men. Her brand of "encouragement" also reinforced my dismal opinion of my appearance, such as dropping a half-full box of pizza on my homework and declaring, "You have to eat something to get some curves, chica."
Another one of her charming qualities was the belief that spending my weekends in front of a screen was a grave sin. I should be "experiencing the grand opportunity of college". Initially I loved the privacy when she went out, but after the first few weeks, it became a week-long battle to be left behind. She wanted to drag me out to "have fun".
Eventually, I caved.
Naturally, she took me to the worst place possible for a girl with issues of body image who believes boys can't see her: a frat party. Scratch that, a kegger. Carmelita was under the impression that as soon as I dived in head first I'd take to it like an otter to water. Yeah, right. Proving her wrong was no victory I took pride in, and it didn't stop her from hassling me the next weekend either. But something did come of it.
Almost as soon as we walked through the door, Carmelita waded into the throng of people like she belonged. Oh sure, she introduced me to a few of her "sisters" and a boy or two, but the former were too chatty with each other for me to really feel at ease with the conversation, and the latter paid too much attention to my roommate's chest. After that, it felt like we were at some sporting event - my roommate on the court, doing her thing like she was born to do it and me on the side lines silently cheering her on at first, before soon losing interest.
To say the party initially was a drag is an understatement. I played the part of the wallflower for about thirty minutes, tried to take the initiative by diving into a conversation or two and ending up failing with flying colors, and stumbled over myself to avoid a few pledges who looked drunk enough to puke on my at a moment's notice. Eventually I spotted a freshman who looked like she was in the same situation as me. Angelique, I think. We huddled together and talked, and for a while I felt good. That's when things started to really pick up.
I'd been drinking. It was my first time, and in addition to seeing what all the fuss was about, my plan was that after a few beers I'd loosen up. Despite the stuff tasting awful, I downed two or three cups, and after talking with Angelique so long, nature was ringing pretty loud. Seems nature was having a conference call; both the downstairs and upstairs hall bathroom was occupied. The one in the master bedroom of the frat house was thankfully empty.
Once finished, I glanced into the mirror. Carmelita had attempted miracles to give me a makeover, but one is limited by the resources at paw; those thick glasses perched on my sandy gold muzzle, and I still only capped five foot one. Rather than in its braid, my black hair bounced in curls. A snug t-shirt I didn't wear too often, which did nothing to hide my scrawny shoulders, had been carved to complement what little chest I had. Below that hung a skirt I'd been willing to part with, left to the jaguar's artful tearing to show off some thin legs. The big hoop earrings my roommate had lent looked goofy in my ears; they just hung there like coasters. Dress heels ended the little outfit that couldn't.
Staring hard at my reflection, I took a second to step back from my glowering self-pity. I didn't look bad. Not able to compete with the half-dressed bunnies and foxes downstairs, but all right. Maybe it was just my disposition; there I was hiding in the corner and too afraid of that look on someone's face when I fumble, can't think of anything to talk to them about, and stutter to silence. Other people, especially in crowds, were scary.
That sounded pretty insightful. Or it could be the beer talking.
My thoughts were shattered by a slamming door. In the bedroom adjacent to the bathroom, I could pick up hushed whispers and rustling. Staying as quiet as... well, a mouse, I listened. More of the same, with the occasional wet smack. Cradling the doorknob, I eased it in a turn, and slid the door open a crack.
A couple was sexually mauling one another. From the way they were standing, I could only see him from behind. He stood tall, lean and really slinky, some weasel or mink, and his dark hair hung up in some Asian topknot. Gripping the back of his head clutched a dark paw, and the sound of wet kissing was everywhere, while the other groped up and down his back, and I could hear nails sliding against the nylon of his tight top. Said partner didn't let his shirt stay on long, peeling the mustelid's top off and baring a long expanse of dark, honey fur. Those pants didn't last long either, and I had a good eye full of the taut legs and an ass so tight and bitable contained in a pair of silky little boxers.
Even if he had picked her over me, it would have been too rude to walk out of the bathroom and get the hell out of there; disrupting their moment could have ended the guy's chances. Shutting the door and just waiting in there would have been a no go, because just listening to them fuck would have driven me crazy. So I watched.
Dropping a hand to my breast, I began to squeeze. It was dirty to be getting off intruding on their moment, but the weasel was kicking up some fierce, spicy musk, and the alcohol had coursed through my little body, and he looked so good.
Behind his partner swayed a banded tail, dark and chestnut brown, something I assumed belonged to a raccoon. When his head ducked down, grabbing one of her tits to suck on, the hunch was confirmed. I recognized her; the girl that sat a row or two in my Comprehensive Writing course, a little brunette with a full figure named Lilly. I could see the black nipple of the large breast his paw was mauling, and the way her eyes crinkled shut, with flared nostrils and whiskers twitching, how she hissed into his ear, I knew he was sucking good and rough on the other. Teeth settled over his ear as she stuffed a paw into the back of his boxers. That got his attention.
It got mine too. Watching with bated breath I stared at the pair, palm kneading over my breast. As the weasel worked her nipple around, tugging on it roughly, I did the same to my own. Beneath the trimmed t-shirt, I rolled the hard nub around. The other paw sneaked downwards, palm grinding across the inside of a thigh, before I squeezed both of them around my hand. It must have been the booze taking away my inhibitions.
Down went the mustelid's boxers, peeled off that peach of an ass. It was taut with lean muscle, melting into equally toned, powerful thighs, juicy enough to make you want to sink your teeth into it. Lilly's fingers dug into the curvature, making the furred flesh dent. That lit a match to her boy's fuse - he shoved her backwards onto the bed. From there, he practically tore her jeans off, and yanked a little red thong up off her ankles. Apparently he liked those legs up in the air - paws wrapped around her ankles and leaned forward, bending her in half.
It occurred to me that I was still watching them. Sure, you'd think that'd be obvious, but if I could see them, they could see me - Lily at least - so I wisely repositioned myself. Easing down onto my knees, I lay down and scooted around until my head rested next to the door's crack, peering out at them. Dropping a hand to pull my skirt up, I traced myself through the common cotton of my panties. I know the details of my feminine geography like the back of my hand, but it doesn't stop one from prolonging the tease, caressing every sensitive spot.
With the shifted angle, I had a perfect, unobstructed and safe view of the action. His pink-white shaft, long and thin, moved up into position above her flush, black mound. Crotches met with a wicked, wet slap, and they were off, fucking with such tenacity that I could feel it from ten feet away.
Musk, rich and twanged with both genders, flooded the room. Juice-slicked flesh smacking together and joined with the grunts, hisses, and moans, made a sexual symphony that had me drunker than the cheap tap downstairs. I dragged the bothersome panel of my panties aside, giving room to work over now sopping folds. The courting of thumb and clit hood lasted far too long, but being sensitive, it required careful affection. The rest did not. Without further a due, two fingers eagerly filled me, quickly stirring in a hungry circle, and from there my digits spread, stroking all around with the swirl of my wrist.
If there's one thing to say about those living slinkies that are mustelids, it's that they can fuck. Lilly's boy pressed her ankles as high as he was going to get them, and bade her hold them, while his hands went... somewhere I couldn't see, but I assume solid enough to brace. Because suddenly he was doing pushups, shoving his shoulders back. That force traveled right down his spine, muscles rippling in its wake, and with the ferocity of his thighs pumps, he was driving the headboard into the wall at a demanding rate. The rhythm matched the dull thump of the boy's nuts across one of Lilly's broad ass cheeks. Above him, the mustelid's tail wafted like some streamer caught in the wind, graceful tremors telegraphing his every motion.
Compared to the racket they were making, I was silent. Not too great a challenge; I had spent a few nights my first year rubbing myself to delirium while my roommate slept, none the wiser. While my heart beat against my ribs like a coked out drummer, slow, even breaths came out of me. It became something to concentrate on while fingers fluttered about inside of me, then got down to business, pumping away hard enough to grate knuckles over the heat-flushed skin of my mons. Skin whisked across the linoleum as my tail undulated with every finger's shuffle.
Technique, not just enthusiasm, was part of the beau's repertoire. Winding fingers around Lilly's ankles, he spread her legs lewdly wide, to the point she hissed in discomfort. From there, the mustelids dipped his hips downwards and began to bounce her on his lap. Apparently the shift in angle did something for her, because it reduced the 'coon to desperate squeals. Suddenly her tail beat against the bed and an urgent, keening chitter erupted. I swear I could see the fluids bubbling out of her. One of the male's paws darted downwards, grinding his heel vigorously over the top of her dark quim.
Staring but barely seeing, I gritted my teeth at the feel the tension building. Close, so close. Tilting my hip some, I raised my upper leg and planted a foot on the floor, spreading thighs and really giving me room to work. Being as experienced as I was with myself, it didn't take long to strum all the right keys. With a little work from my wrist, I found it: that sweet spot. The pressure applied to it curled my toes and put boiling tension on the interior, and was more intense than a root canal. Despite the sensation, I needed more; with a swivel of my hand, I quickly started assailing the pearl of my clit. It became just a matter of pressing down and whisking back and forth, rubbing feverishly in between pinching into me further down.
I lost track of the couple in front of me. Sure, I was staring at the meeting of flesh, imaging that was me being drilled so well by him rather than by myself, but other than that I had no clue what was going on. Pressing and rubbing fingers back and forth, working... Working... The pressure was too much. Finally I turned my head, stuffed my nose into the crook of the other arm, bit down, and let out a great, muffled moan. All I could see was stars. Having my fingers saturated beneath the flow of fluids, clutched and milked by the quake of my muscles was merely secondary to the full body roil inside of me like some internal fire works show.
Lying on the floor, riding the ebbing crest of ecstasy, I worked to keep on going. With a bit of elbow grease and some strumming, the lowest part of one climax can become the beginning of another. There's no telling how long I stayed there, just toying away, an endless loop of semi-coherent surges of endorphins and fluids.
Lilly said, "...was great, but I need to clean up first."
That cut through my euphoria like wrecking ball. I sat up as quick as I could, sucking in a sudden breath. Oh shit. I practically jumped to my feet - bad idea, as my heels didn't want to find purchase on the fuzzy bathmat (what college guy has a bath mat!?) and my legs were still oh so wobbly from moments before. With a stroke of panic-stricken creativity, I stepped out of my heels, into the tub, and then huddled in the back behind the shower curtain, silently praying that Lilly wouldn't notice me.
What if they caught me? Everyone at the party would know. It'd be a laughing stock, or labeled a pervert, or a slut. Would people talk to me then? What would Carmelita say?
Several long, tense moments went by as Lilly washed up in the sink, cleaned her self off, and used the commode. She looked at herself in the mirror, primped and a million other things while I was busy turning blue from holding my breath. Finally, she left, and I sagged, opened my eyes, and relaxed.
Then her beau came in. He noticed my heels long enough to kick them aside on his way to the toilet. Apparently he cared less about his hygiene, and once finished, walked back out to continue locking lips with Lilly. After about ten minutes of post-coital play, the two got dressed enough to stumble down stairs for another beer.
I made a run for it. I didn't care about washing up, getting the stink of sex off of me, just made a bee line for the door and out into the night. The whole walk home I thought about it, and the more I walked the hotter I got, the more my thighs rubbed together with each step. The thrill, the excitement, the sheer ... wickedness. When I got home, I attacked myself with a vibrator. Then I enjoyed a well deserved shower.
When Carmelita came stumbling in about two hours later, we talked. I told her about the evening up until the fated bathroom peepshow. It was hard to talk down about the party when I was still riding the high, but I managed. She dismissed my dour opinion of it all by assuring me that I was just too shy to enjoy myself, and that I'd get over it once I get out there more.
Lying in bed, pretending I could simply ignore it all and go to sleep after that, I couldn't help but reflect upon what I'd done, seen. So hot, so lewd, and they had no clue I was there. It was dirty and I felt guilty, yet just thinking about watching the pair sent a ruddy glow to my ears, made me warm elsewhere. After half an hour of reflection, I tried to distract myself with some headphones and soothing music, assuring myself that it was a rare occurrence, and I wouldn't have to worry about that sort of thing again.
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